Warnings; MAJOR OOC, mentions of threesomes, blowjobs, double penetration. Mild dirty talk and sharing between brothers [NO INCEST].

Flashbacks are in italics.

Father Itachi [The Sequel: ItaHinaSasu ]

She used her front teeth to pierce the flesh of the green apple, biting it off, and her back teeth to chew the morsel she bit, tediously. The young woman hadn't eaten for the day, so she was wrought with hunger. The moment her class had been over, she'd scurried out of the lecture hall to the lawns. Since she was on a student budget and watching her weight, she had packed her own lunch – consisting of a fresh apple, plucked from her family's local cottage's garden and a chicken salad. Her trainer had told her to lay off the carbs if she wanted to do better in her next swimming competition. (She had gotten first in her last one, but it was by a ten second split. This was not good for her father – er, trainer.)

Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Hinata Hyūga squinted her eyes and looked out at the lawns. Sunlight was beaming in its full, too strong glory. Though, she didn't seem to mind, instead she smiled against the heat of the sun.

"Hinata-chan," greeted one of her friends, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Happy New Year!" the blonde took a seat beside her, grinning cheerfully. "How was the holiday?" Ino asked.

The girl in question inclined her head. "It was f-fine, Ino-chan," Hinata studied the mischievous glint in the blonde's eye as she leaned forward, as if to whisper a secret.

"Did you spend it with your boyfriend?" the blue eyed girl teased.

Blushing a brilliant red, Hinata neglected to answer, taking a more hurried bit of her apple compared to earlier. Taking it as conformation, the blonde cackled, slinging an arm around her friend's shoulders. "Did he jingle your bells?"

It was finally Christmas break; she finished writing her final exam, an essay exam for her minor class, Introduction to ENG Drama: Shakespeare 101. Running her fingers through her hair, she grinned in relief as she zipped her suitcase. For the first time, she would not be spending her holidays with her family, but with her new boyfriend. They had met at the beginning of the term and since then, they hadn't gotten enough of each other. He was a charming, slightly older man. (Hinata denied she had a type.) Outside of her meager cottage, she heard him honk his horn impatiently.

Stammering out at him, she informed him that she would be outside soon. Where Sasuke was impatient, he made up for in his utter beauty. He reminded her of Itachi in so many ways – it was scary. The sternness in his face and well, his kinkiness in bed, thought it was also in the most innocent of ways as well. The scent of blueberry shampoo that rippled from his skin, so haunting that the first time he had slept beside her, she burst into tears.

Sasuke appeared to be on the car-phone when she exited her home. Leaning against his car, as he spoke in hurried Japanese. Though she wasn't usually a snoop, she could help but listen to the conversation he was having.

Hearing words like – brother, schoolgirl, love and phrases like – foryou, and usboth. He spoke so fast, so low, it was hard to really decipher. Placing her bags on the sidewalk by her home, she opened the trunk of his modest, black car. The sound caused him to jump like a scared cat.

Her lips trembled as she fought a laugh, blushing at the response of her boyfriend of the past few months. "I'm surprised you heard that, you seemed so occupied with your phone I thought I'd have to drive off to your apartment by myself." She teased lightly, stepping aside as he came to her aid, lifting her bags into the trunk of the car.

Sasuke gave her a wuthering look. "I think I'll put a bell around your neck, kitten." He flicked her nose, before placing a hand on the small of her back and leading her to the passenger side of the car. "You're entirely too good at sneaking up at me like that, if anyone in my unit knew I'd be humiliated."

She giggled. "Well, it's a good t-thing it's just the two of us this Christmas, huh, Sasuke-kun?"

Her boyfriend leaned to give her rosy cheek a kiss, eyes gleaming with untold mischief. "Hai, Hinata. It is a good thing."

The two hour gap between her classes was spent in playful chatter with her friend as they caught up on their three week vacation. She learned that Ino had gone on a family camping trip with her father, his two best friends and her two childhood friends as well. Ino lamented about being the only girl there and the only one that didn't have a significant other.

"But, I guess even I did have, I wasn't going to bring him around my dad and uncles – god, they're so," she drawled out the last word, rolling her sparkling blue eyes. "…overprotective. It's annoying."

Hinata giggled at this. "T-They care about you, Ino-chan."

Ino shrugged, before her blue eyes glanced at her watch. She hissed. "Ah, fuck, I've got Italian with Professor Nagato." Gathering her things quickly, she rose to dart off in the direction of the language building, but not before saying something to her friend. "Don't forget you've got Introduction to Human Biology with that new professor!" the grinning girl chuckled, wagging a manicured finger in her friend's cherry colored face.

The heiress shook her head, running her fingers through her dark hair. Not at all eager to head to her next class, but, she was a good girl and would never skip. Especially with the tuition her father was paying. Gathering her courage, as well as her lilac haversack, she shouldered her load and made her way to the science building.

Hinata tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear as she looked out of Sasuke's twenty story high flat, watching the people who appeared as ants on the streets. For the past hour, Sasuke had gone out to run some errands and do minor grocery shopping. She had offered to tag along after dumping her bags in his room – but he was adamant. A sigh escaped her lips as she moved her gaze to around his room. There were no photos or family memorabilia. Out of habit, she compared her home to his. Whereas her own was warm, painted in soft, mellow colors of pale yellow and faint lilac – however, Sasuke's home was done in sharp, masculine colors. Black with grey accents and splashes of white about, there was no denying it was his however, mellow suited her but passion suited Sasuke.

Moving from her perch, she took out some clean clothes from the drawer Sasuke had attributed to her and went into his bathroom, taking her deep navy bag of toiletries with her. Twenty minutes later, she'd showered, shampooed and shaved to perfection to greet Sasuke when he returned. Moisturizing her skin with her blueberry lotion, the scent he loved on her skin. Tying her wet hair back, she slipped on a pair of shorts and a thin tank top. Hinata wasn't a lingerie type of girl, but her boyfriend always seemed to like her in that cherry red satin shorts.

Outside of the bathroom, as she applied lotion to her elbows, she heard clumsy rustling. Jumping at the sound interrupting her silence, Hinata shook her head. Sasuke finally came home; she thought he lost his way. Venturing outside, she spoke with a teasing slight to her tone as she opened the door. "Honey, I thought you were lost. I hope you got my cinna –" She paused, a hand over her mouth as she leaned against the white painted frame of the bathroom door. His figure had been unclear before, dark hair, pale skin. But as the man whom she thought was her boyfriend stepped forward into the light that bled into the dark bedroom from the opened bathroom door, she recognized him as someone who definitely wasn't her boyfriend. "…oh, oh my goodness." The young woman stammered.

The man smiled at her, his dark eyes glittering with familiarity and warmth. God, he was still as beautiful as she remembered. Eternally dark and enticing gleaming with the sublime attraction of the original temptation, his name hung on her tongue. He didn't say anything as she stammered, walking towards him with wobbly legs – she cupped his face, feeling the slight prickle of facial hair against his jaw. It's really him; she thought closing her eyes and pressing her head into au fait warmth of his chest. For too long she hadn't felt him, touched his skin and breathed in the musky sweetness that was him.

"You left me," she whispered, against his throat, planting her lips in a soft, chaste kiss.

He placed his hands, fingers sprawled against the flesh of her arm as he pulled her close. "I had to; I was bound by my vows."

Hinata hummed, smiling softly. "Was?"

"I am just Itachi now, Miss Hyūga. Not Father." He explained, slipping his thumb beneath the string of her of her tank top, which held it up. Skillfully, he eased one strap down her shoulder, caressing her pale skin slowly.

"You renounced your vows?" she questioned, shocked.

Itachi nodded, bowing his head to kiss her. A hungry kiss, he burned her mouth with the heat and fire he kept within him. The former secondary school teacher and priest, slipped his tongue into her mouth, as he did so many times before and moved his lips against her own, delighting in the sounds she made. For the first time, she pulled away, slapping his hand away from her body.

The young woman appeared lost for a month, covering her mouth and holding herself before speaking through her fingers. "I am not a whore, Father." She told him with some spite.

"It's just Itachi now…" he started staring down at her. "…and I never said you were."

"What are you doing in my boyfriend's apartment? How did you even get in?" she questioned, alarms ringing in her head. She felt foolish all of a sudden, foolish for being caught up in her emotions like some silly, silly teenager.

"Itachi is my brother, hime." Her boyfriend's voice rang, slicing through her hysteria. Hinata jumped, but moved to make space between herself and the two brothers. When had they become so close to her? Surrounding her panicked soul and body like vultures to a decrepit dead, Hinata felt light-headed.

Then she felt angry. "What the hell is this?!" she swore angrily, biting her lower lip in vexation. What kind of twisted game was this?

"It's not what you're thinking," Sasuke said, trying to ease the situation, he turned her to face him. Black eyes, darker than she'd ever seen them, stabbed her soul with a firm conviction she'd never seen from her military boyfriend before. "I didn't plan this."

Itachi scoffed in the background.

"…not at first, anyway…"

Then Sasuke began to explain. "When Itachi left the priesthood, he moved in with me and wouldn't speak for weeks," Sasuke looked at Itachi from the corner of his eye, his face stony by cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment. "Then slowly, with minor probing, he mentioned that he fell in love with a student. He described you to me," two pairs of onyx eyes stared into her grey, lavender tinted ones. Her boyfriend smiled, her old teacher sighed. "Which I may point out was utterly inapt."

His brother rolled his eyes.

"I didn't recognize who you were until you invited me to your house for dinner. I saw the picture of you in front of that school, as soon as I saw you grinning in that tiny little blue skirt; I knew you had to be that girl." Pressing a palm to her cheek, Sasuke kissed the corner of her mouth. "I love you, Hinata," he told her, a tear on her cheek, wetting his hand. "I love my brother too, much, much differently of course. And I know how sad he was without you. How sad you are without him, and how much I care for both of you. So I decided to give the three of us a chance."

"W-What?" she stammered.

"What my foolish little brother is trying to say Hinata," Itachi started. "Is that, we would like share you. Love you equally and separately, if you allow us."

That was the moment that Hinata had chosen to faint.

She reached to the elevator with a smile, the quick sprint not enough to suck her energy. Checking her watch, she sighed at the time. She would be late for her class, unavoidably so it seems. For the brief minute it would take the elevator to take her to her class, she closed her eyes and leaned against the metal of the lift. The semester was only a few days old and she was already tired. Sure, her holiday hadn't been the most stress-free, but it was much easier going that the pre-med course of the prestigious institute, located in Bunkyo.

It was no slouch, extremely difficult to get into but as her father would chant – Hyūgas only took part in the best. Even her old school was top tier, though not a traditional institution, her mother had been a convert, died as such. So her father allowed her to honor her mother by being one and going to the best school.

Hinata blushed, remembering some of the things she was thought there. The door dinged open, and she exited, heading straight for her class.

It took a week for her to ease into the prospect of having both men she cared for in her young life. She felt greedy, gluttonous – as she indulged in both of them. There was a taboo heaven in the way four hands felt, roaming her body. Cupping her breasts, squeezing her hips, filling her anus, her womanhood; simultaneously singular in the pleasure they made her feel. Hinata felt her cheeks warm at the memory, gasping, she rubbed her face and tried to pay attention to the book in her hand. "Now, what could have our innocent girl blushing so brightly?" Sasuke teased, looking down at her flush face on his lap.

Itachi smirked, running his hands over her calves. "Could she be thinking about last night?" His hands ran up, stopping at the back of her knee with a slow caress, before moving to the inners of her fleshy thighs. "How it felt to have my cock inside your tight ass, as I spanked you like the naughty schoolgirl you are?" his touch was feathery, creeping close to her cotton panties beneath her large grey t-shirt (which was probably really his own). "Or maybe, it was the feeling of two brothers fucking her into oblivion?" he questioned out loud, thumbing her clit languidly.

Hinata gave no answer, rolling her hips against Itachi hand. She wanted him to be faster, to drum at her. Sasuke hummed, his own hand had already slipped through the neck of her t-shirt, cupped her bra-free breast and played with her harden nipple. "Which is it, hime?"

"What are you thinking about?" was the last taunt of the evening.

Before she could reply, Itachi had already slipped his middle finger insider her, coupled with Sasuke's breasts play, the duo silenced any coherent thought that could echo from her mind for that moment.

When she entered her class, it was shockingly empty. Furrowing her brows, she walked up to her professor who was sitting at his desk, going through some papers. Her dainty hand rapped on the desk, causing the man to look up at her. He was young for a professor, perhaps just off of his masters. Giving him a smile, she ran her fingers through her hair.

"E-Excuse me, S-Sensei," she started. "What happened to class?"

"Oh, I had sent a bulletin out yesterday on the noticeboard saying there wouldn't be any." The handsome man told her.

"O-h-h," Hinata stammered out in disappointment, moving to turn away from her professor. The heiress was upset she'd stayed so late on campus loitering, she could have been training or doing something useful rather than facing disappointment. A hand reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back.

The young woman hissed automatically. "W-What a-a-are you d-doing? We're at s-school!"

"C'mon, schoolgirl," Itachi teased, bending her over her desk. He raised her skirt up with a flick of his wrist and yanked her cotton panty to her knees. The twenty-something year old proceeded to massage her clitoris, before bending to her. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

Hinata bit her lip, trying to deny how good it felt for Itachi to touch her like that – how the thrill of doing it in a classroom, with an unlocked door made her tremble against him as he made her wet for his cock. It so much like all the times they had sex at school, in dark corner, going at it furiously in hopes no loud mouth schoolgirl or nun walking in on them as they ravaged each other. In the dark drapes of his fatherhood, he would whisper dirty, unholy words in her ear, holding her close to him as if he was afraid she would leave.

The faint sound of his zipper being pulled down brought her out of nostalgic memories, then the sudden push of his cock inside her, deep till his ballsack smacked against her with a loud echo through the empty room. "So tight for me Hinata," growled the man, as he swiftly grabbed both of her wrists with his right hand, holding it behind her back as he pounded into her.

"Does this bring back fond memories, Miss Hyūga?" he teased, giving her plumb left cheek a slap. "You temptress," he taunted. "Fucking the young Father in one of his classrooms, hoping the dear Headmistress doesn't find you being a harlot."

Hinata closed her eyes tightly and arched her back, throwing her hips back to meet her lover's thrusts. "F-father Itachi!" she whispered in a throaty moan, biting her lower lip as he delivered another spank to her. The prospective doctor wiggled her hips on his thick cock, liking the way it felt as he impaled her.

"Call my name, my child," he growled, slapping her ass again as he fucked her into the wooden desk. "Call my name while I fuck you on your classmates' papers." Itachi smacked her other cheek, adoring the way blood rushed to the surface of her pale skin, making it glow red.

"I-Itachi," she moaned, in a satisfied voice her head lulling to the side, eyes staring at the door – the unlocked door. The young woman, tried to articulate herself to remind him about the open door but every time she tried to open her mouth, Itachi choose to slowly pull himself from her quim, until but the tip was left and then slam into her so deep, she saw stars.

After five times of this cruel taunt, she finally found her voice to do something other than whimper and moan. "T-T-T-T-The d-d-door!" she managed.

Her lover gave her ass one last, loud slap, before moving to cup one of her breasts. He fondled the flesh through the material of her bra, tugging the large cup in advance to responding. "Are you afraid someone will catch you, hime? Bent over my desk with my cock rubbing against your cervix?" Itachi kissed her, he let go of her wrists and breast, resting both hands on her waist. Firmly gripping it beneath her dress, the door opened – he felt her grow stiff in his hold as he fucked her twat with eager temper.

But Itachi didn't stop, eager to reach his peak. "You started without me you selfish bastard." His younger brother whined, stepping in front of Hinata, his bulge in her face.

"It's not my fault you're so slow, little brother." The older male taunted, slowing down so his brother could place his cock inside Hinata's mouth. The younger man rubbed the face of the woman he loved, easing her sweet mouth open to take his semi-hard cock. He hummed at the feel of her wet mouth, a warm, moist embrace around his appendage.

"We'll see about slow," his brother said, slipping his cock down their girlfriend's throat. Hinata choked on the thickness, but managed to relax her throat. Sasuke threaded his fingers through her hair, he wrapped her hair around his wrist and held it in a slack grip – guiding her mouth up and down his cock. "You know what we haven't tried yet, hime?" Sasuke murmured to her, pulling his hips back, so that just the head of his cock was pressed against her soft, wet tongue. "I haven't fucked your ass while my brother filled your pussy."

Hinata looked up at with lust filled lavender eyes and shivered against his cock. Itachi usually took her ass, while Sasuke filled her pussy. The idea of an exchange was riveting.

"You like that idea, schoolgirl?" Itachi teased, grabbing her plumb cheeks in each hand as he roared, emptying inside her. He didn't pull out right away, wanting to stuff her with as much of his seed as possible. The ex-priest always liked seeing her filled with his cum, with a shudder he grinned as she came. "I think she does little brother." He said, slowly thrusting into her, to fill her with his cum.

Sasuke's grip on her hair tightened, as he began pounding into her mouth. "Well, we have to please our hime – don't we."

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Hinata smiled happily as Sasuke's fingers passed through her wet hair. The callous tips massaging her scalp with gentle, precise touches. A hum slipped from her lips, she pressed her face to his chest. Outside of her cottage, a rainstorm was going on but inside she could bury herself in the warmth of the man she loved as he held her close. Tracing patterns on the hardness of his stomach, she ran through the grooves of his abs. "Sasuke-kun," she whispered against his skin. "Can you pass a sweet from my drawer?"

"Hn," Stretching his unoccupied hand out, he felt for the candy, but only found a soft, glossy material. Picking it up, Sasuke smirked. It was a picture of Hinata during her secondary school days, in her graduation outfit and a grin of pride. Narrowing his eyes, he saw something on the corner of the picture. A timestamp, 1996, the year his brother left the church two years ago and the scribble of her full name, Hyūga. Quickly, his eyes assessed the name in the background – St. Augustine's School for Girls. Could it be mere coincidence?

His mind pieced together what his brother had told him about the student he fell in love with, a schoolgirl with the most tempting lavender eyes he'd ever seen. How many lavender eyed Miss. Hyūgas could there be in her year? Now, those eyes were already a rarity, coupled with the knowledge that she had to have been in his brother's class – Sasuke began to formulate a plan.

Hinata had to be her.

UNEDITED!