Warning: incest, sexual content

Sasuke remained impassive as he followed Kisame up the small walkway and into the cozy home. The delicious scent of stew bubbling in a pot by the fireplace could not replace the nervousness that worked through him. He doubted he could have eaten even if he had felt the slightest inclination to do so. The knots in his stomach simply would not allow him to do more than watch and wait for something to happen so to dictate his actions.

Itachi glanced up from where he sat at the table, sipping calmly from a cup of tea. "Welcome home."

Kisame gave Sasuke a little nudge to his back, forcing him to step forward and take a seat at the table across from his brother. Itachi took another sip of his tea and glanced at Kisame. An unspoken exchange was passed between them as Kisame took his place beside Itachi.

Sasuke's gaze darted between the two, feeling decidedly nervous and uncertain. Yes, he had unnatural desires for his brother. Yes, he found his brother's lover attractive. The question in his mind was, did he want to cross that unspoken line? Once crossed, he could never go back—none of them could.

"I see Kisame told you."

Itachi's voice was calm, almost emotionless as he spoke, but when Sasuke glanced up through the fringe of his bangs; he saw the nervousness and fear visible in dark orbs. Never in his life had he considered Itachi afraid of anything and yet here he was, presented with proof of it.

"I don't know what to do, Itachi," whispered Sasuke. "Everyone would tell me that this thing...it's wrong and that I...we shouldn't want this."

"I know."

"Why do I feel this way? When did it start? I never really thought about it until now."

Itachi shook his head. "I don't know; for me, perhaps it comes from my guilt."

"Guilt?"

"You were taken and it was my fault for leaving you. You were lost to me and there was nothing I could do to save you."

Sasuke took a shuddering breath. "I knew you would find me. I always knew you were out there. I can't live without out you, Itachi, not anymore. If this happens, everything will change and I'm not sure I can handle it."

Itachi's fingers tightened slightly on the cup. "I will always be with you, Sasuke. Regardless of how you feel about me. If you don't want this, then we'll speak no more about it. As long as you are near me, I can..."

"But I do want this, and that's what scares me." Sasuke reached across the table and wrapped his fingers around Itachi's wrist. "I don't want this to be something else that divides us. I betrayed the man who practically raised me for you. I need you, nii-san."

Itachi stiffened for a brief moment before relaxing beneath Sasuke's touch. "Are you completely certain this is what you want?"

"No." Sasuke released his grip on Sasuke's wrist and moved his hand so that their fingers linked together across the divide of the table. "I'm never sure of anything where you're concerned."

"Kisame?" Itachi turned his attention to his lover, uncertainty written plainly across his features.

Kisame lifted a hand to the string that tied back Itachi's hair and tugged it loose so that a curtain of black locks fell forward to cascade around sun-kissed features. "I told you that what you want, I want."

"I don't want to hurt you."

Kisame chuckled. "I told you that you wouldn't, because I find him attractive as well."

For a moment, Sasuke felt left out. The connection between the two of them was so tightly knit, he was certain this thing involving him would never work. He was a toy for them and would be discarded once they tired of him.

Opening his mouth to withdraw from the proposal, he was surprised when Kisame suddenly stood and pulled Itachi to his feet. Sasuke nearly jumped when those strong hands tugged him into standing. He couldn't make a sound as Kisame led them both into the larger master bedroom and then took a seat in a chair that faced the wrought iron bed.

Sasuke could feel his heart pounding a loud staccato in his chest to such a degree, he could hear the sound in his ears. He shivered, not in chill, but in unsure lust. He could smell the scent of musk surrounding the area, a fragrance tempered by the natural saltiness of the ocean. His thoughts drifted back to the night he spied on Kisame and Itachi and blood rushed in a heated jolt to his loins. God, this was so wrong, but it felt so right. He hadn't even touched either of them in anything more than an innocent touch and yet his body acted as if they were more.

Itachi looked just as uncomfortable. There was a slight nervousness to his face and his eyes shifted between Kisame and Sasuke as if asking what he should do. A pink tongue darted out from his lips and swiped across his lower lip and his throat bobbed faintly when he swallowed.

Kisame seemed greatly amused by the uncomfortable lust present between the two brothers. His lips parted in a shark-like grin and his hands folded across his flat abdomen. A dark brow arched and pale blue eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Kisame," whispered Itachi in pleading.

"What's the matter, Itachi?"

Itachi swallowed again. "I'm not sure how..."

Sasuke had never seen Itachi so unsure of himself. His breath caught in a whimper as Kisame shifted his gaze from Itachi to him. He had no clue what to say to the man that was a catalyst for them standing in the bedroom.

A large hand was extended to Itachi, which he took gratefully. With a bit of maneuvering, he straddled Kisame's legs while facing outward to Sasuke. There was a noticeable bulge in Itachi's trousers and an excited look in his eyes. The nervousness and uncertainty was still there, but it was greatly diminished under Kisame's guidance.

Kisame's hands worked at the lacing at the collar of Itachi's shirt and then tugged it over his head before gesturing toward Sasuke. "Come here. Touch him."

It was a command, but somewhere buried beneath the words was something akin to a plea. It was hidden deep and it could be nothing but wishful thinking, but he chose to believe it not. His feet shuffled on the wooden floor until he stood before where his brother sat astride Kisame.

"Touch him."

Sasuke reached forward and sifted his fingers though Itachi's long hair, savoring the silky feel of the locks so different from his. He rubbed several strands together between finger tips and almost moaned at finally having the luxury of touching the hair he had dreamed about for years.

After touching his hair, Sasuke could not resist adjusting his hand and stroking the blunt ends of his fingers down his brother's cheek. He could feel the very thin layer of stubble. Like him, Itachi likely did not shave often as the hair on their faces was sparse and slow to regrow, not that he minded. He had no desire to grow a scraggly beard or an oiled mustache.

Watching Itachi avidly, he trailed his fingers over his brother's lips and down his throat. His mind screamed at him that he should leave, but if he was honest with himself, this is what he wanted. This is what he had always wanted. He could not stop, even if he truly wished to do so.

When he reached the smooth skin of the torso, Itachi was gasping and digging his fingers into Kisame's thighs. His body was pulled as taut as a bowstring and his eyes were clenched closed. For a moment, he wondered if this was truly what his brother wanted. He looked to be in pain rather than pleasure.

"Is this alright?" he asked.

Please be alright, he mentally chanted. His body was strung just as tight, but more with fear of rejection than any other emotion. To be offered something so priceless only to have it snatched from his fingers was more painful a thought than he could imagine. His hand trembled where it sat on Itachi's breastbone, sensing the rapid beat of his pulse below the expanse of flesh and bone.

Itachi's eyes slid open and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. "Yes."

"Are you sure?" His gaze darted between the two men. "I can leave."

But by God, he did not want to.

"Touch me," rasped Itachi. "I like your touch."

Sasuke lowered his gaze to stare at where his hand rested. He had no clue what to do or how to pleasure him. He had never been with a man before, though he knew what he liked and tried to reflect those sorts of touches for Itachi.

Sliding his hand a bit to the side, he stroked a thumb over Itachi's nipple, watching the pale pink disk harden and pucker beneath his gaze. The hushed gasp that rippled from his brother's throat caused a wave of warmth to pool in his groin as his nervousness faded and his flesh began to harden with a vengeance.

He was so focused on the task at hand that he did not realize Kisame's hands were all but still until Itachi expelled at choked cry and arched against the body beneath him. It startled him enough that he jerked his hand from his chest only to end up staring where Kisame's hands had parted Itachi's trousers and were in the process of fondling his cock.

Kisame grinned at Sasuke over Itachi's shoulder. "Don't stop."

Itachi's eyes lifted just enough for him to stare at Sasuke. "It's alright. I want this."

Sasuke paused before touching Itachi. His eyes drifted to Kisame and he wondered what he thought of two brothers caught in a spiral of lust for one another. He had been with Itachi for so long.

"Touch him," said Kisame in a deep rumbling voice. "This first time should be with the two of you. I'll slake my pleasure later."

Sasuke nodded and focused his entire being on Itachi. He was aroused simply by touching his brother. His hands slid down sweat slicked skin to tease at the hard ridges of hips, wrapping his hands in the coarse material of the trousers and tugging them down until Itachi was sprawled against Kisame, naked and needing. The skin on his hips and legs was paler than that of his chest and shoulders, skin almost untouched by the sun.

"Are you going to let him have all the fun, Itachi?" purred Kisame in Itachi's ear.

An amused smirk quirked up the corner of slick lips. "No."

Itachi twisted where he sat on Kisame and took his lips in a kiss that left Sasuke staring hungrily at the two of them. He watched as tongues slid against each other and how both their cheeks flushed at the touch and taste of each other. It was a fight just to keep from ripping his pants open and stroking himself to the sight before him.

Itachi paused in the kiss and glanced at Sasuke, his eyes shifting to where Sasuke clutched at his pants leg. "Like what you see, Sasuke?"

The entire expanse of Itachi's body was revealed to him. Broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips and strong thighs. It was a body created from a life of hard labor on the sea. Sasuke nodded and shifted so to at least find some relief for the pressing need raging through his loins.

Itachi's passiveness was discarded like a robe as he stepped closer to Sasuke. A hand darted out and mirrored the actions done to him, starting with Sasuke's hair. A gentle touch brushed through the short locks and down to trace over the skin of his cheeks and lips. When Sasuke opened his mouth, one finger slipped inside to stroke over his tongue.

Itachi tasted of salt and sweat. Sasuke sucked on his fingers, lapping up every bit of flavor from him and was left wanting more as the hand was pulled away.

"This is the moment, Sasuke." Itachi reached for Sasuke's shirt and tugged it over his head. "This is the point where you can leave and none of us will ever think back on it. Do you want to leave?"

There was no real thought necessary for Sasuke to consider. "No."

Feral satisfaction played across Itachi's face. His hand pressed firmly to Sasuke's chest and forced him onto his back. Lips hotter than the fires of Hell devoured his mouth before darting down and lapping at his nipples.

Sasuke was beyond screaming. His lips parted but no sound escaped—only panting grunts. His body could not stop shaking and he bit his lip until it bled when lips nuzzled at the softer flesh just below his navel. He was going to come. He had wanted so badly that he barely noticed when his pants and boots were tugged from his body.

A low whine escaped him when Itachi's chest brushed the hard shaft arching up from his groin. Wave after wave of forbidden pleasure rushed through him and a sound dangerously close to a sob was torn from him as cum shot from the head of his dick and splattered on Itachi's chest.

Itachi jerked back with a shocked look and Sasuke whimpered as a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure colored his face a bright red. An amused glint overshadowed the lust and he chuckled as he traced slender fingers through the creamy fluid coating his chest. Sasuke was sure he was going to come again when Itachi brought the cum to his lips and darted out a tongue to taste. If it was possible to do so, he knew he would have.

"You're in quite the state, aren't you?"

Kisame rose from the chair and fetched a jar of cream from the bedside, handing it to Itachi before resettling himself to watch. "Having fun, Itachi?"

"Yes, indeed." Itachi dipped his fingers in the cream and pressed them inside Sasuke.

In Sasuke's relaxed state, the fingers slid inside easily. There was a bit of stinging, but nothing he was unable to handle. The fingers massaged and stroked his insides until the touch became less strange and more pleasant.

When Itachi finally withdrew his touch, Sasuke was almost disappointed. A pleasant burn had begun to rise in his loins from the touches. He did not have to wait long before Itachi pushed him onto his side and pulled a thigh up so that he was half on his side, half on his stomach.

His body went stiff upon feeling the damp head of a hard cock resting against his inner thigh. He nearly pulled away when Itachi murmured soothing nonsense and traced his hand along the curve of his back. The touch calmed his nervousness and Itachi used it to his advantage and pressed inside.

It wasn't necessarily pain that he felt when the warm thickness forced his body wide, but it wasn't really pleasurable either. The closest he could come to describe the sensation was that of a burning stretching of muscles that skirted the line between discomfort and tolerable.

And he was in heaven from it. Itachi was inside his body. Itachi wanted him. He could feel Itachi's heat burning him like a fire and he wished nothing else but to be regulated to nothing but ash.

But there was something else. He could feel eyes on him and knew in his soul that they belonged to Kisame. The part of him that desired the other man roused itself and he began to grow hard under that delicious stare. Those pale eyes bore holes directly into his soul as they stared intently at the area where he was joined to Itachi.

He gasped out a grunt when Itachi began to move and closed his eyes as the sensation faded from borderline discomfort to more pleasurable feelings. He could feel where they were joined yet could not determine where he ended and Itachi began.

"Itachi," he groaned when a hand wrapped around his cock, only to find that it was not Itachi who touched him, but Kisame. Other than the kiss on the beach, Kisame had not made any moves that he desired him. That alone had made him unsure of what his place would be with them after this night ended. He still held those insecurities, but they were pressed into the back of his mind as Itachi's thrusts began to lose their steady rhythm for something decidedly more desperate.

"That's it," purred Kisame against Sasuke's ear. "Cry out your brother's name."

Sasuke gasped out breaths and fought the rising tide of pleasure that spilled through him, racing through his veins before pooling thickly in his loins. His balls felt heavy and painful, as if they were about to burst with their load. Itachi's body and Kisame's words were pushing him toward the edge.

"Do it. Cry out his name. Show us that you know who is inside you."

Sasuke shouted out his brother's name when the hand pleasuring him squeezed hard and a thumb brushed a burning trail over the head of his cock. He was coming so hard he thought his eyes were going to permanently cross. He vaguely heard his brother's groan and felt how he slumped against him, but the nirvana playing across every inch of his body was too much. He was drowning in the pleasure.

He felt Itachi withdraw from him and whimpered at the sensation. The touch of warm hands on his body teased at his senses, but he could only gasp out a garbled sound as his oversensitive cock gave a wistful jolt. His eyes parted and he saw it was Kisame who touched him, tracing the lines of his muscles.

He turned his head to see Itachi watching with a lazy, satisfied look in his eye. Any insecurity his brother might have held were gone from view as if they were never there.

"How was he, Itachi?"

"Tight. I thought he was going to squeeze my dick off."

Kisame chuckled and Sasuke whimpered as a hand began to reacquaint itself with his cock. He was sure he was finished. There was no possible way he could rise again, but was proven wrong as slowly his body began to respond to the touches. The border between pleasure and pain was beginning to blur so that he could no longer decipher between the two sensations.

Kisame settled on the bed with his back to the head. Itachi moved and helped Sasuke rise so that he straddled Kisame's hips. The thick ridge of a dick slid easily between the crack of his ass and he moaned at what was to come.

Itachi bit down hard on his ear and he yelped in surprise. He tried to turn around to glare at his brother, only to be distracted by Kisame's touch on his nipples.

His brother's hands latched onto his hips, forcing them to move and tearing a moan from his lips at the feel of the hard flesh sliding slickly through the crease of his ass. Kisame stopped his assault and closed his eyes with a groan.

"Fuck, Itachi. I'm not going to be able to last with you moving him like that."

Itachi smirked at Kisame over Sasuke's shoulder. "Who said I want you to last?"

Sasuke opened his mouth to growl at one of them to figure out what they were going to do before he took matters into his own hand and ended the renewed suffering. He did not have the chance to speak.

Itachi pulled him higher onto his knees and lined up the flared head of Kisame's cock with Sasuke's stretched, leaking ass. He shifted anxiously until Itachi's hands guided him slowly downward and he was filled once more.

Kisame was quite a bit larger than Itachi, his cock stretching him beyond what he thought was possible, or perhaps it just seemed huge to his tender ass. Either way, he was filled to bursting and weakly leaned his head against Kisame's shoulder as he adjusted to this new position and larger cock.

Itachi's hands reached around to stroke lovingly over the taut flesh of his abdomen and slowly he began to relax around the body invading his. With a guiding hand, Itachi set the pace for this coupling. When Sasuke wanted to speed up the act, Itachi forced his movements to slow. Itachi was the puppeteer directing their every move.

When Sasuke settled on a rhythm that Itachi approved, the guiding hands disappeared and lips met his as Itachi shifted around to kiss him. The kiss was wet and deep and he groaned into the warm recesses of Itachi's lips until they were tugged away all too soon.

He watched wide-eyed as Itachi then began to kiss Kisame and Sasuke was forced to grip his cock in order to keep from coming. What was with him? His body seemed overly sensitive to the two of them and it was slowly driving him mad.

Itachi pulled away and smirked at Sasuke before sliding behind him. A wave of curiosity pushed aside the pleasure when he felt Itachi pull apart the globes of his ass. He barely had time to process the feeling before he went stiff and shrieked at the feel of a warm tongue darting over where he and Kisame were joined.

"Oh, fuck," Sasuke nearly screamed and latched his fingers onto Kisame's shoulders for some sort of anchor.

Kisame groaned as well and began to thrust upward into him while Itachi's tongue played over both of their bodies. Sasuke had thought his last orgasm was intense, but it had nothing on this one that was wrenched from the very bottom of his being. His back arched back and stream after stream of cum erupted from him in seemingly unending pulses.

Itachi pulled away and Kisame forced Sasuke onto his back, rutting hard and fast into his body. Sasuke was beyond caring at this point. His body was numb from the pleasure. All he could do was lay there and take the pounding until the man above him gave a deep grunt and warmth filled him again.

Exhaustion plagued him and he barely noticed the press of a cool cloth on his body, cleaning the mess of their pleasure. His eyes remained shuttered and sleep pulled him deep into its hold. He tried to fight it, but three intense orgasms had drained him of every ounce of energy. Sleep was all he was capable of. There was a vague sense of Kisame and Itachi's presence surrounding him as he fell hard and fast into the abyss of sleep.

oOo

Sasuke awoke slowly. The warmth surrounding him was a comfort. When was the last time he had felt this way? Juugo used to hold him as a child and sooth away his nightmares with his warm arms. For so long after joining Captain Kakashi, the two had refused to sleep apart.

But, something was different about his current warmth and his sleep fogged mind was trying to analyze it. If he was smart, he would have ignored it and drifted back to sleep, but the sun filtering across his face prevented any hope of returning to slumber.

Fingers began playing with the strands of hair on his cheek. It was nice, intimate even. In some ways, it reminded him of his mother and how she would stroke his hair when he was a small child.

"I know you're awake."

Shock forced his mind into full awareness and he sat up on the bed, eyes wide. And, instantly regretted it as an ache present in his ass and lower back reminded him just what he had been doing the night before. Blood heated his cheeks and caused him to fight not to hide his face from his brother's intense gaze.

"Are you ashamed?"

Sasuke swallowed hard. "Are you?"

"No."

"People will talk."

Itachi snorted and rolled from the bed, the morning light filtering in from the windows illuminated his body, making it appear like the image of a dream. Itachi was all sharp angles and hard muscle, but there was elegance about him.

Sasuke followed him from the bed, ignoring the slight ache in his body and wrapped his arms around his brother's lean waist. He buried his face in the nape of his neck and breathed in. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For making you think I didn't want this. I need you, nii-san."

Itachi turned suddenly and walked Sasuke backwards until his back hit the wall. Intense dark eyes so like his own stared into him. "What do you really want, Sasuke? Do you simply want a brother, or do you want something more? After last night, do you still think of me as your brother?"

Itachi pressed close until his heated breath ghosted along Sasuke's jaw and into his ear. Despite the intense activities of the previous night, his body reacted with a fervor of lust at the smell and sound of Itachi.

"I just want you."

The dark irises of Itachi's eyes were like spears of obsidian. He could barely tell where the pupil ended and the iris began. They pulled at him, tugging him in and threatening to never release him.

"I'm not your brother any longer."

Sasuke's heart stilled at the thought of not being allowed to be Itachi's brother when it was such a core part of his being. He had spent half of his life following the trail blazed by his brother in hopes of being reunited. "Itachi..."

Itachi ran his hands down the length of Sasuke's chest, stroking over skin and the fine hairs barely visible on his skin before moving to link their fingers together. "Things are different now. We're different."

Blinking back the dampness he felt misting over his eyes, Sasuke stared at Itachi. "What do you mean?"

"We're more than brothers. We will always share parents and history, but I can't think of you as simply my younger brother because a brother would not feel like this for his sibling." Itachi pressed their lips together, his tongue brushing gently at Sasuke's lower lip before pushing insistently inside. Sasuke welcomed the soft and firm texture of Itachi's tongue, sucking on it with the hunger that continued to burn inside him.

"I need you, Sasuke," said Itachi as he pulled back. "I need you."

Sasuke closed his eyes and pressed against Itachi's warmth. He did not care if they were no longer brothers. He understood what Itachi was feeling. He needed him too, and it was not in just the brotherly way.

"What...about Kisame?"

Itachi licked at Sasuke's cheek. "He knows what we are doing."

A gasp was torn from him as Itachi guided one of their linked hands to where their erections were jabbing at each other's hips. With joined hands, the flesh was brought together.

Sasuke shuddered at feeling their hands, still connected, rubbing their equally hard shafts. The sensations nearly overpowered him and he could not find the strength to keep his head aloft, dropping it to rest on Itachi's shoulder.

Gasps and groans were torn from his lips as the dual movements of their hands began to push both of them toward their finish. He felt the panting of Itachi's breath against his ear and the low, barely audible moans that came from him. It was just them and it was beautiful and pleasurable and painful in equal measure. It was an end and a beginning. They were no longer simply brothers.

"Itachi," gasped out Sasuke.

"I know," he whispered.

Sasuke's eyes clenched tight and his body began to jerk and pump semen from him. Considering how much he had come the previous night, it was a wonder anything at all had been expelled from him. Itachi gave a small grunt and a thick spurts of cum were sprayed onto Sasuke's abdomen.

They stood there against the wall, holding each other. Their breath, cum, and sweat mingled together as they basked in the rapidly fading euphoria of release.

Itachi lifted his head as Kisame strode in with a bucket of water from the well and a soft rag. "How does he feel?"

Itachi smirked and stepped away, welcoming the arms that wrapped around him and accepting the kiss that was offered. "I can tell he's a little sore."

"I bet." Kisame released Itachi and walked to where Sasuke still remained against the wall. "How are you?"

It was a dual question if he had ever heard one. Yes, his ass ached and he felt as if he was sucked dry. But it was more than that. He felt as if he had been unraveled to his very core and was being remade from nothing.

"Fine."

Kisame grunted and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him forward and forcing their gazes to meet. "So you say."

Sasuke licked his lips and met Kisame's gaze. "What about you?"

Kisame grinned and pressed his lips to the shell of Sasuke's ear, his voice rumbling deep. "Best sleep I've ever had after a fuck."

Sasuke started and he thought his body was going to harden again at the deep sound of Kisame's voice, though it was almost impossible to do so. A panting gasp escaped his throat and he stared at where Itachi stood watching them with a neutral gaze. For a moment, he thought Itachi might have been angry but when his brother stepped forward and touched a hand to his hair, he relaxed almost limply in Kisame's arms.

He was alright. This was alright. For now, he would live.

To be continued

AN: Edited ch.