A/N: Betaed by the wonderful, amazing, incredible and every kind of positive adjectives out there… fangirlandiknowit!

Warnings: Glorious and hopefully hot man on man intercourse (a.k.a. GAY SEX) ahead. Skip if it's not your cup of tea. But if you've been reading everything up until now, you know what to expect at this point.

Of Sorcerers and Commoners

Part III

His Majesty was young, though older than Itachi himself. An imposing man he was, yet, kind-hearted and just. Itachi suspected that he was more aware of the world around him than people thought, what with his friendly honey-colored eyes always focused and clever, as if they knew things no-one else did.

The physician didn't doubt his King's intelligence for a second. Both he and his beautiful queen had always been more than kind to him and his brother, and rather lenient concerning his quest in search of an assistant, so it didn't bother Itachi that his King seemed amused when Naruto was introduced to him. After all, Naruto had a handsomeness and an air of feistiness to him that Itachi's previous assistants had lacked.

He often wondered how much he knew about Itachi himself and his true reasons. However, even if the King didn't directly judge him, Itachi was sure that, to put up a front for his country, he would definitelysendhim to be burned alive if it came to be publicly known that he liked to bed men.

Sasuke, very composed and straight in a corner of the throne room next to his fellow knights, was looking very uptight and trying very hard to hide his worry, but Naruto was very well behaved, bowing down respectfully and acting according to the rules of etiquette Itachi had taught him.

In the end, His Majesty welcomed Naruto to the castle and told him to work hard and be respectful and helpful of both the Uchiha brothers and of everyone in the kingdom – he'd be cherished.

Naruto seemed a little overwhelmed by it all, but he held himself with humility, yet with well-balanced pride and confidence, and it was rather wonderful to see it coming from a simple commoner who had been trying to sell his 'services' for food.

He had something, Itachi could feel it. He just hoped he wasn't wrong in wishing that Naruto was it.

000

It was a blessing, really, that Sasuke had been perceptive enough to choose to drink with his fellow knights instead of getting back to the tower with Itachi and Naruto.

While he and Itachi himself had had dinner in the presence of the King, Queen, and all the other higher ups of the castle, Naruto had been sent to eat in the kitchen, where, word said, he had already begun to stand out. It seemed like he was very helpful, and the cheery, rather goofy demeanor Itachi had been witness to was infecting the servants. The older ones were impressed by his good nature and the young maids were already keeping an interested eye out for him. It only took about an hour for the whole staff to be talking about him to the point where it reached the dining room.

Itachi was very pleased, but he didn't want to put too much faith in him, least of all so soon. However, he'd be lying if he said that the young commoner didn't bring out his darker desires. Not to mention that a properly clothed and washed Naruto was quite a wonderful sight. He couldn't wait for his chance to have him and see what he was worth.

Too sensitive to his eagerness, Sasuke had told Itachi that he'd take a while to go back to the tower, silently hinting that he would have the place for himself and Naruto. When Sasuke was understanding like this, it made Itachi both love him more and despise his apparent lack of interest in the fact that he'd be fucking someone in their quarters. It hurt. But it wasn't something he didn't know how to deal with already since both of them had fucked people in their tower before.

So he sent one of the messenger boys to fetch for his blond assistant, and together, they made their way up the tower, with Naruto going on and on about the people he had met, what he had done and the jokes he had told. He had already made a few friends, it seemed, and was very eager to start spending time doing a little bit of everything in the company of the other servants and helping them out. Itachi had no idea how he expected to have time to learn sorcery, assist him, do the housework and still do all that, but he wasn't going to ruin the blond's good mood.

As soon as they reached their home and the door was safely shut – Itachi still as composed as ever while Naruto was obviously out of breath – the youngest of the two didn't seem shocked at all when Itachi grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him close so their chests were pressed together, their mouths alarmingly close. Naruto was slightly shorter than him and still panting, and yet, he all but took a deep, steadying breath before leaning in, effectively closing the remaining distance between them and pressing their mouths together with a hunger that was unlike anything the other had ever felt directed towards him.

Torn between joy and surprise, Itachi eagerly opened his own mouth to receive the luscious kiss, internally thrilled at the desperate way that arms surrounded his neck to pull him close.

Naruto's mouth was full, clumsy and heated, yet it was clear that he had kissed before, his tongue expertly looking for Itachi's, seeking to taste.

Fueled by Naruto's flame, Itachi held him by the waist and allowed himself to be lost in the turmoil of sensation that he had so longed for, barely perceiving his own body in his overpowering haste for release as soon as possible. They'd have time for meaningful explorations later on, and by the frustrated moans coming out of Naruto's throat, he agreed.

Before he knew it, hands were all over each other's bodies and they were stumbling blindly towards the large table in the center of the room until Naruto's lower back hit the edge of it, and Itachi wasted no time in grabbing him by the ass and lifting him up so he was sitting on it. Fingers gripped strongly at his hair – that had somehow fallen loose from the ribbon at some point – as a hungry mouth latched on his neck, quickly offering nips and sloppy licks all the way up to his jaw before biting down on his ear in a rather painful, but also pleasurable way.

Itachi's body responded with a violent shiver, a growl leaving his lungs – while he wanted to fully experience Naruto's body he didn't think he'd have the heart (or the patience) to do so.

All he could think about, really, was to get inside that man as quickly as humanly possible.

When he moved away slightly, Naruto protested the action with an impatient whine, but as soon as he realized that Itachi was fumbling with the strings of his trousers, he merely adjusted himself so that the older man could efficiently leave him bottomless and be rid of the offending piece of clothing. He threw it away with an almost disgusted gesture of his hand, unmindful of where it landed. Soon followed Naruto's cream shirt, leaving him naked and exposed to Itachi's delight. Once this was done, Naruto grabbed for the Uchiha's shirt and pulled him roughly for another kiss, not wasting time in hastily untying Itachi's own trousers and pulling them down just enough so his erection could be freed and stopping the kiss to look down at it, blue eyes hooded with lust and curiosity.

"Well," he breathed huskily. "It seems like you really are perfect everywhere."

With a finger, Itachi tilted Naruto's chin upwards so they were looking straight into each other's eyes. "I'm not sure whether to feel glad or insulted."

"Oh, it's definitely a compliment, my Lord," Naruto whispered, sneaking both arms around Itachi's waist and letting his hands slide seductively down to cup both of his buttocks. "Indeed you are very pleasing to the eye."

At the moment, all Itachi wanted to please was Naruto's eye and other parts of his body as well, so he was more than glad to press himself against him until both their aroused cocks were in full contact. The indecorous moan Naruto released was the final proof that Naruto was enjoying himself just as much as he was.

"When we're like this, call me Itachi," Itachi panted, leaning closer to brush his lips over Naruto's cheek teasingly. "Don't forget that you are also my lover, Naruto."

Naruto shook visibly at the words, hissing as his hands squeezed tighter on Itachi's skin. "Shit… are you going to fuck me or not?"

Itachi didn't need to be told twice. He planted a brief but noisy peck over Naruto's lips before moving away slightly to look around at the contents that were over the table. It didn't take long for his eyes to land on a small rectangular wooden box that he knew contained a honey-colored ointment he had made for healing small fire burns. He reached out and grabbed for it, immediately opening its small lid and sticking two fingers inside. He didn't miss Naruto's visible sigh of relief.

"You think I'd just stick it in you?" Itachi asked, quirking an eyebrow upwards. Naruto frowned a bit and looked away, his already colored cheeks becoming even pinker.

"No… " He mumbled, with a pout. "I mean, I wanted to believe that you wouldn't because you seem like a caring man." He looked back up at Itachi, apologetically. "But it wouldn't be the first time it happened, that's why…"

"I'd never hurt you," Itachi interrupted firmly. The mere thought that someone would do such a thing carelessly, knowing they'd hurt that man made his blood boil suddenly.

Naruto's eyes softened. "I know," he said, letting one hand caress the end of Itachi's spine gently. "Still, you don't have to hold back on me. I don't want you to."

For a few seconds, Itachi contemplated him. Naruto didn't avert his gaze again, instead looking back as intensely. There was nothing but desire and trust in his eyes, and for some reason, it made his chest swell with an emotion he had never felt before.

He didn't break the eye contact as his hand traveled between them, down towards the spot between the blond's thighs. Naruto, as if on command, opened his legs wider and leaned back a bit so that he could have more access. Carefully, but not hesitantly, Itachi slipped one finger inside the blond, finding little resistance, the action causing Naruto to suck in a breath and close his eyes, but not in pain or nervousness. The small entrance was tight, but obviously experienced. It irked Itachi that someone like Naruto had had to give his body to others who had hurt and abused him just because he was a man in need. Somehow, he didn't want Naruto to go through that ever again, because he clearly deserved more.

"Yes..." Naruto encouraged under his breath. "More... please..."

In spite of the plea, Itachi made sure he moved his index finger in and out of the other a few times before removing it completely to now put two back in. Naruto all but swallowed noisily, blunt nails now digging themselves into Itachi's upper arms, and in his lustful haze, the eldest one was thankful that he still had his shirt on. As he scissored his fingers inside the blonde, Itachi watched with fascination the way the young man squirmed and trembled, golden skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. Simple, yet free emotions were displayed so honestly on the whiskered face it took his breath away.

He had never seen such impatience, longing and pure lust in any of his lovers' faces before, and it was beautiful. He found himself so hard he could barely stand it.

"That's enough, Itachi..." Naruto replied, grabbing his wrist to stop the ministrations. "I'm more than ready."

The dark-haired one nodded, relieved. Honestly, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold back.

Withdrawing the fingers, he dipped them in the small box of ointment again before fisting his cock, evenly spreading the slick substance, the sensation of his own hand on himself causing him to hiss in pure want. Satisfied with the result, he wasted no time in positioning himself over the small ring of muscles, but still being careful so as to not hurt the other.

Naruto, though, didn't look like he was willing to wait, because at once he wrapped his legs around Itachi's waist in a clear demand for more, one hand moving down to his cock to stroke it. His vigorous nod was all the encouragement Itachi needed, and when he pushed further inside, he found that his lover was considerably receptive to him.

With muscles quivering from the effort to not let himself be lost in his animalistic need, Itachi forced himself to give a few experimental thrusts until he managed to be fully sheathed inside.

Naruto touched the back of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, slower but no less urgent than their previous ones. His hips gave a small needy twitch meant to instigate. His pucker clenched purposefully, squeezing Itachi in the most exquisite of ways.

It was amazing how Naruto's energy seemed to pulsate from his very body as if it were a different being altogether. It was strong, untamed and bright. It made Itachi's senses be on alert and caused a teasing, seductive prickle to run all over his very existence.

Naruto's magic was compatible to his and it called him. They were kindred spirits, of that Itachi had no doubts.

Without breaking the contact, Itachi grabbed both the other male's thighs and pulled him to him so his ass was hanging off the table, successfully burying himself all the way inside the blond. Naruto gasped in surprise and was forced to both release him and cease his rhythmic pumping of his sex to brace himself on the surface of the table with both hands so as to prevent himself from falling.

The heat that surrounded Itachi was glorious – Naruto seemed so much warmer than all the men he had ever been with – and the genuine way he squirmed and moaned was intoxicating, to say the least.

"Sweat Jesus, FUCK!" Naruto breathed, looking up at Itachi with wide eyes and parted lips that made him resemble a feral fox. "Just get on with it, I can't take it anymore!"

Smiling nastily at the profanity Itachi licked at his lips, allowing his gaze to roam over Naruto's body one last time and devouring the vision of tanned skin, lithe sweaty muscles and the glistering trail of pre-cum dripping from his cock to his navel. More perfect than this would only be Sasuke himself in the same position.

His Sasuke…

The mental image only served to make Itachi's heartbeat go even wilder as a sudden wave of both longing and anguish filled him. Unable to hold back any longer, Itachi began to move with long, hard, and rough thrusts. It was obvious Naruto could handle it – wanted it, too – so it seemed pointless to hold back.

"God, yes…" Naruto moaned and threw his head back, legs flexing and tightening around the Uchiha's hips powerfully as he lured him closer, drew him in and moved with him as much as he could. "That's so good..."

"Here?" Itachi inquired in a whisper, guessing that he had managed to hit the special spot inside of him accurately.

"Ah, yes…"

As he slammed his way inside, Itachi vaguely regretted the position he had chosen because now he was wishing that he could touch his new lover, caress him all over and devour his skin. Sadly, his hands were occupied.

Naruto released a loud, rather guttural moan, and not a second after went by when a loud noise filled the air as the chairs that occupied the room – as well as basically everything that was over the table – were all sent flying violently towards the walls, some of them also hitting the commodes and wardrobes.

Not really in a state of mind to worry about such a thing when he was so close to completion, Itachi pushed the occurrence aside and moved faster, helpless against the raging desire pooling in the pit of his stomach, ready to overflow.

"Naruto…" he huffed. "Hold on, I need to use my hand."

The other male nodded and bit his lower lip, the muscles in his legs stiffening to make sure he wouldn't fall off. Once Itachi was reassured that he was secure, he released his grip on Naruto's left leg and used his hand to hold Naruto's cock in his hand, quickly pumping the length to bring him to his end.

"Hah!" Naruto seemed shocked at the newfound pleasure, throwing a disbelieving look at his master before closing his eyes in bliss. "What… yes… no… oh… please…"

If Itachi wasn't so close himself, he would've smiled at the incoherent words. Instead, he just plunged in harder, faster while trying to keep his hand at a steady rhythm on Naruto's cock.

He felt the other male pulse in his palm and the walls inside him constricting deliciously before he came, warm spurts of pearly white coating his navel and Itachi's hand.

Somewhere in the background, a few objects made of ceramic exploded, a huge chunk of something big barely missing Naruto's head before dropping to the ground.

With a hissed curse, Itachi followed him, relentlessly plunging inside the heat that he was so engrossed in and relishing in the last few moments of heaven as the added slickness of his seed allowed him to slide ever better in and out of the blond.

Both took a few seconds to allow their heartbeats to slow down and their breaths to settle. Swallowing the dryness in his throat down, Itachi took a deep breath. That had been quite amazing in spite of the rushed factor.

However, Itachi thought reluctantly, he realized that his legs and arms were shaking from the effort of holding the other, so he slid out of his young lover and carefully sat him back on the table.

Naruto wrapped his arms around his neck so they could share a tired kiss and join their foreheads together.

"No-one has ever cared about making me feel good before," the blue-eyed man admitted in a low, satiated voice. "Thank you."

"You are my lover," Itachi said, in a self-satisfied whisper. How could anyone dare to not want to give this man his pleasure and his everything? "Your pleasure is my pleasure. I wouldn't have it any other way."

He could feel Naruto smiling, his magic now feeling like a steady, gentle heartbeat. "Thank you," he said, once more.

They stayed like that for a while, sharing small kisses and dirty-handed touches. Knowing he had to face reality sooner or later, Itachi eventually leaned away from the blond and took a look around.

The room was a well of devastation, with broken pots all over the floor, damaged furniture and broken utensils everywhere.

Itachi's eyebrows rose upwards, confused and, yes, slightly impressed. "Is this how it's going to be every time we have sex?"

Naruto blushed, looking more than a little embarrassed. "I don't know? It never happened before." Shyly, he pulled slightly at the hem of Itachi's shirt. "I'm really sorry. I told you I can't control my magic."

"We have to get it under control," Itachi mumbled, frowning a bit, but not in anger at Naruto, more in uneasiness. "Sasuke is going to be furious when he gets back and sees this."

As if on cue, the heavy wooden door of their quarters screeched open. Jerking in surprise, Itachi looked over his shoulder just as Naruto leaned a bit to the side to peek at the newcomer. Both held their breaths at the same time as two sets of eyes landed on the elegant figure of Sasuke. The young knight had his cloak folded neatly and thrown across his shoulder, his cheeks slightly rosy and his eyes a bit unfocused. It was clear that he had been drinking, still, his posture was very straight.

His chin fell as dark eyes took notice of the two, semi-naked men first and Itachi wasn't sure what emotion other than disbelief was displayed on his features, but he sure as hell knew the kind of sight he and Naruto must be, what with him having his ass showing with his trousers around his thighs and Naruto… well, so shamelessly spread open like that.

Sasuke blinked at them and then took a look around at the mess that the room was in. Itachi couldn't help but feel tense at the way those fine eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. It took a few seconds but he could see Sasuke's fists clenching, slowly, and his magic filling the air with small vibrations that felt like tiny needles all over his skin.

When his eyes stopped on the pair of them again, Naruto's hands closed around the fabric of Itachi's shirt in anticipation.

"You could've at least used the fucking room," Sasuke hissed, his voice a low tone that was deceivingly calm. He opened his mouth again, and Itachi was sure he would yell. However, to his surprise, Sasuke merely sighed and shook his head from side to side, looking suddenly too tired to bother. "You know what? I don't care. I'm not the one who will have to clean this up anyway."

This being said, he turned on his heels and left again, slamming the door shut behind him and making the other two flinch. Itachi almost called him back, but decided that Sasuke having seen him and Naruto in such a state was already awkward enough as it was.

"Argh," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his wrist so as to not get Naruto's fluids all over them. "He didn't have to see that."

Surely, Sasuke wouldn't be back for the night, and if things went well, Itachi could just apologize to him in the morning, or, hopefully, his little brother would just dismiss the subject entirely. Still, Itachi found that knowing Sasuke had almost caught him in the act was rather embarrassing.

"You mean he never caught you like this, before?" Naruto asked, looking up at Itachi in surprise, which made the eldest one frown.

"You think far too lowly of me, even now," he said, reproachfully. "Why would I purposefully have sex in a place where my own brother could simply walk in and find me?"

"Well, I don't know, you just did," Naruto pointed out, smiling obscenely.

Itachi couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Yes, because, as ludicrous as it may sound, it's the first time I've actually been so eager to take someone that I can't make it to my room. Things were always rather… professional and serious with the previous people I took in, so there wasn't a lot of mutual spark to begin with."

Naruto's smile softened, but the amused gleam in his eyes didn't disappear. "I guess I'm proud of myself for successfully seducing you, then," he said, absently playing with the strings in the front of Itachi's shirt. "And I'm glad we have that spark. Aren't you? I mean, that was pretty good."

The simple, yet genuine sincerity splattered on Naruto's face made Itachi's annoyance disappear almost instantly to the point where he could feel his muscles relax. Indeed, it had been clear that Naruto had given him something no-one else had been able to give him before. They did share something that was very mutual, and for that, he could say that he was happy. Knowing that he was sexually compatible with the blond actually made him feel relived beyond words.

It was weird, Itachi realized, looking into deep, gentle blue eyes; but in the end, it was all about him and Naruto. Sasuke was only part of the equation as far as them working out together went. If he and Naruto got along in more ways than one, then Sasuke would stay and the three of them would be a family. But only if it worked out completely.

Somehow, after what just happened between them, Itachi had a rather peaceful feeling about it.

"It was very good for a first time," Itachi admitted, with a nod and a small smile. "And we definitely match, so that's a good thing."

"I think so, too," Naruto whispered, using a finger to trace a gentle path from Itachi's cheekbone to his chin. Then, he heaved a sigh. "Let me get us cleaned up, and then I'm going to clean this place up."

Nodding, Itachi reluctantly moved away from him and Naruto immediately jumped from the table and went to fetch a piece of cloth before soaking it up in the bucket of remaining water from earlier.

He took care of Itachi first, ever with gentleness and utmost dedication, and only afterwards did he clean himself up while Itachi put his clothes back on.

Then, in spite of Naruto's protests, Itachi insisted that it would be faster if they got things organized together, so they both got busy, Naruto picking up pieces of shattered utensils and putting it all in an old dirty sheet he had stretched out on the floor, that he would later be using to carry the damaged goods outside to burn in the morning. Itachi, on the other hand, would try and see what he could salvage of the broken furniture and ceramic objects and try to put it all together with his magic.

"My lord..." Naruto called, after what felt like a long time in which a comfortable silence had reigned. "I mean... Itachi," he corrected, looking up from his task of picking up the pieces of a huge bowl. "What you said about you being my only partner... was that a requirement or an option?"

Itachi, who had just finished repairing one of the massive chairs, glanced at him, but tried not to show any emotion that might give away how much the idea actually upset him, even if he had been the one who suggested it initially.

"It was said for you to know that sleeping with me exclusively was optional," he said simply, looking over at the chair and shaking it a bit to test if its previously broken leg was properly fixed and steady. "Of course, I require that you don't go around catching undesired illnesses."

"I don't intend to just fuck everything that moves!" Naruto protested, placing all the pieces of the bowl on the table carefully. "I would gladly have you as my exclusive lover. It's just that..."

When he trailed off, Itachi turned to him only to find him looking down and the wrecked bowl with his lower lip between his teeth, an almost ashamed and anxious expression on his face.

It didn't take long for the sorcerer to understand what Naruto was thinking about.

"Sasuke," he pointed out, perceptively. "You want my brother."

Naruto closed his eyes, blushing heavily in self-frustration.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled, fists clenching over the table.

Itachi merely walked up to stand by his side, pulling the pieces of the bowl to him. He picked up two pieces that fit together and his hands glowed in a bright green color that enveloped the pieces, and quickly, they were glued back together without a single crack visible.

"Don't apologize, everyone wants him," he said calmly, picking up another piece and doing the same.

"It's not like that," Naruto defended, throwing him a hurtful look. "I see you both as my family already and... yes, he's cold and arrogant, but... I don't know, I guess I just… like him."

The more pieces Itachi glued together the more the bowl took shape. Naruto watched the process attentively while waiting for his master to speak, and even if Itachi had already been aware of his apprentice's interest in his little brother, he hadn't expected for him to be so blunt about it.

"He doesn't share well, Naruto, and he won't accept bedding his brother's lover easily," Itachi ended up saying, unsure of how to feel about the fact that Naruto seemed to be asking him for permission to court Sasuke while sleeping with him.

"I don't just want to bed him," the blond explained, as if the thought was unsettling for him. "Just like I don't want to just bed you. Like I said, no matter your assumptions of me, I'm not going anywhere. Least of all knowing Sasuke might leave you."

Throwing him a contemplative look from the corner of his eyes, Itachi tried not to let himself be moved by those words he didn't really understand the meaning of. What was Naruto implying, that he wanted some sort of relationship with both him and Sasuke? That would be his wildest dream coming true, if only that didn't mean he'd have to share Naruto and at the same time, feel jealous that he'd have Sasuke when he didn't.

Somehow, he felt a little angry that Naruto could afford to want the both of them, while he couldn't. A three way relationship where two brothers shared a single individual sounded indecent even to him. Sasuke wouldn't go for that in a million years if he could help it.

But what happened if he couldn't? What happened if he was right and, indeed, Sasuke also became attracted to Naruto for reasons that had nothing to do with magic?

Truth be told, he wasn't sure how things would be if Sasuke and Naruto ever got involved like that, and the thought was both scary and a little arousing to Itachi.

But it wasn't like he could do anything to stop Naruto from wanting Sasuke or chasing after him, and it wasn't like he wanted to. He had told the blond that he could be free and do as he pleased, and he planned on keeping his word.

"Sasuke has his temper, but he is kind-hearted to the ones he cherishes," Itachi ended up saying softly, but not trusting himself to smile. "If he leaves, then it's my job to accept it, because I was the one who tired his spirit."

Naruto's hand landed on his wrist, and Itachi was forced to look back at the younger one.

"I can't accept that, and neither should you," Naruto said, determinately. "Don't worry, Itachi. I won't let this family fall apart after what we just shared and after the kindness you've showed me. Sasuke, too." His grip tightened. "I just want everything to be how it's supposed to be. I want love, Itachi. I want happiness. Not just for me, but for you, too, and for him. I want to make it happen. I will."

Itachi simply eyed him for a while, not knowing what to say. The raw passion in Naruto's eyes bit at the best and worst spots inside his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it but believe him and see where this was going. In a way, he knew that Naruto would be a good influence on Sasuke, and after all, Naruto was just his lover with no chains to bind either of them. But Naruto was talking about love and happiness, and Itachi didn't understand why or what he meant, and he was too tired to try and figure it out.

"You don't need my blessing," he said gently, but not trusting himself to smile. "But Sasuke won't be an easy target, Naruto. Prove to him that you can last past three full moons, and then start from there. You might not need much to get in his pants, but you'll need his full trust if you want to get in his heart."

"I know that," Naruto confirmed, with a small, grateful nod. "I don't want whatever's inside his pants unless I can have his heart first. That's a challenge that appeals to me more than anything else."

Unfortunately, Itachi could relate all too well.

TBC…

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