Between Light And Dark - Naruto X Fem!reader X Sasuke

Between Light and Dark - Naruto x fem!reader x Sasuke

an: this was my first forte into writing with Naruto characters, it's a little old now and I think my writing has improved but I still adore this story and thought it might be fun to post over here. All of my own design, no request for this filth!

pairing: Naruto Uzimaki x fem!reader x Sasuke Uchiha

warnings: NSFW, post canon events, canon divergent, set when Naruto is Hokage, angst, hurt/comfort, mmf threesome, spanking, discussion of punishment, brat behaviour, oral sex f!receiving and m!receiving, gagging, unprotected sex, lil aftercare

You had really done it this time.

There would be no gentle slap on the wrists after this stunt, no way. True you hadn't risked any lives, no damage had been done to the Village, and the people were still safe and happy in their blissful ignorance, but you had overstepped the mark, big time.

It had to have been discovered by now, a gnaw of guilt ate at your stomach, yet the smirk that graced your lips could not be denied. Could you laugh your way out of it, it was, after all, a practical joke? That seemed unlikely, you knew how closely guarded the Anbu were about their uniform and their masks.

Masks that were to protect identities, although there had been notable exceptions throughout the years. Everyone had seemed to know of Kakashi of the Sharingan, despite the fox mask that concealed his face from view, not that your sensei had ever minded that knowledge. Although the bright crimson eye was sure to be a giveaway in that particular instance.

Your own mask sat nestled safely in a drawer in your bedroom, unused in almost a year. Taking it out only brought pain, not the stab of a blade, more like a thousand tiny papercuts that shredded at your heart and brought forth the twisted rage that festered in your mind.

One accident, one mistake, and you were benched. Forced on to the sidelines under the disguise of recovery. It was fucking bullshit, and everyone knew it. You were more than strong enough to rejoin the ranks, a shadow in the night to be feared and yet they would not allow it.

It was them that you wanted to protect, every fibre of your being demanding that you seek out and eliminate any threat that would wish them harm, but no. It was unfair, a cruel punishment for a slip up that could not have been foreseen, not even with the fucking Rinnegan.

A quick peek around the curtains that were pulled shut, keeping prying eyes out of your home. The sun may have risen, the day begun, but you were not going to open these today, for fear of what you would be greeted with if you did.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, your home edged the central hub of the Village, allowing for peace when desired, but close enough to still feel a part of the hubbub. Konoha awoke to a beautiful spring day, the hustle of people beginning their day, and no one was aware of the fiendish prank that had been played.

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It had taken weeks of preparation, information gathering from the people you considered your closest friends, and all the while you had imagined the looks on their faces when it was finally discovered. You could already see the deep scowls, the twist of lips turned down in displeasure, brows furrowed, and the tightening of such strong hands.

They deserved it; no one treated you like an invalid or incapable. You were just as strong as them, this they knew as you delighted in proving it time and again in your youth. A once Captain in the Anbu, you could have been so much more, but this was the life you had chosen, to protect them.

The perfect opportunity had been presented last night; a rare evening out that all Anbu were attending. It was almost unheard of for no one to remain on duty, but it had been an official decree from the Hokage himself, and therefore not to be refused. Of course, he would order a night off for them, far too soft-hearted for his own good, but you weren't going to rail too much, he had unknowingly gifted you an excellent chance to pull this off.

It had not been difficult to infiltrate their shared locker room; you knew every building in Konoha like the back of your hand. You had treated it much like the rigorous exercise regime that you continued to push yourself through each and every day without fail. Determined not to lose the strength and power that was tightly coiled within your body, ready to be unleashed at a mere moment's notice.

Slipping into the shadows, becoming a part of them until they curled around your lithe frame, a welcoming extension of your body and so very eager to follow your commands. The last straggler ran to catch up their friend, and in you slipped before the door had a chance to close.

Nimble fingers picked each lock with startling ease, it was lucky that you had not chosen a criminal path to follow, surely you would have made an excellent cat burglar and the idea tickled you immensely. Each matching uniform was gathered into a large bundle and carried into the adjoining bathing room where they were placed into the various Hinoki buckets that littered the room.

A large bottle of dye shook in your hands, this was it, your last chance to walk away from this, no harm done. The debate was over quickly, the cap unscrewed by a determined hand and added to each of the tubs, a quick stir and it was done.

As the dye did its job, you took to eyeing the beautifully decorated masks that hung in each locker, but surely they could use some more embellishment? The click of removing the lid on the first permanent marker, a smirk that stretched your face until it hurt, and you were lost in artistic freedom.

You eyed the masterpieces almost appraisingly, each mask now merely a canvas for the agony, shame, and anger that warred within you constantly. A young Naruto would have been proud of your work, and that brief thought made your heart tug painfully until you shook it away.

You could not afford such thoughts and memories, not now.

After the excess water had been wrung from each garment then pegged up to dry on a makeshift line that you strung up in the bathing room, you eyed your handiwork and a satisfied sigh left your mouth. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, if you could not be an Anbu, well neither could they, not with these uniforms and masks.

The vividly bright pink was an utter eyesore, it stained every piece with its intense colour, and pair that with the outrageously graffiti covered masks, they would never be taken seriously. It would be practically impossible to remain aloof, hidden by shadows in this lurid colour and that effectively rendered them powerless.

It was wicked, cruel, and perhaps unforgivable, but words had done you no good. The many times you had appealed to them, almost ready to beg on your knees, but never quite giving in to the submission that it would require. This was not the fault of your fellow Anbu, but there were always innocent casualties in war, and this indeed was a war in your eyes, and you would not lose.

~

The day passed, uneventful as most others were, but with each tick of the clock, your stomach knotted more tightly. Insides that writhed incessantly, your feet pacing a continuous loop of your small home, freezing at each slight noise that met your ears. You would drive yourself mad at this rate.

Who would come? Which one would be tasked with bringing you to justice?

This was what you thought over most as the day wore on, you knew instinctively that it would be one of them, they would entrust no one else with this mission. You weighed up the options, did you truly have a preference as to who would appear? No, not really.

Your prank could hardly be deemed an outside threat, therefore it seemed unlikely for it to him, but then again, maybe Lord Seventh did not wish to sully his hands with you over this childish stunt? That only made you bristle all the more, you had taken to only referring to him as his official title, flat out refusing to acknowledge him by name. You had seen the flash of sorrow in his blue eyes, quickly hidden by his will to 'protect' you, each and every time you refused to meet his eye fully.

It hurt more than him, you regarded him as one of the most important people in your life, yet he was hurting you and did not seem keen to stop anytime soon. By the same token, you refused to address the 'Shadow Hokage' by his name, there was no sorrow in his sharp eyes, but there was a prominent tick in his jaw that not even he could mask.

The two most important men in your life, and they were trying to treat you with kid gloves, didn't they understand how demeaning that was to you? Did they no longer trust you to watch their backs as you had done for so many years?

The tears fall, silent and scalding as they track down your cheeks. There is no use in crying, it solves nothing and with that you push them away and straighten your spine, daring another peek behind the still drawn curtains.

It was killing you not knowing what was going on, there was no way that your actions had not been uncovered, maybe they suspected another for the prank? That thought was unwelcome, guilt burned in your soul at someone else being blamed for your deed. You would not allow for another to be punished for your crime. Biting at your nails you flitted over the idea of heading straight to the Hokage's office to turn yourself in.

The sun was setting by this point, you had tugged on some black leggings and a simple cropped workout top, ready to head out and face your punishment like a big girl, and then it happened.

An almost imperceptible noise from the living area, most would not have even heard it, but your hearing was as sensitive as any canines and possibly even rivalled that of the Inuzuka's. Braced against your bedroom wall, you slowly peered around the edge of the open door.

A dark shadow moved almost too quickly for you to follow, and then he was in your face.

Towering over you as the mismatched eyes smouldered with annoyance, the tick was working his freshly shaved jaw as the gasp left your lips. His raven hair fell forward as he tilted his head to the side, taking in your appearance far too slowly, almost predatory, and you wished you could step back, but were blocked by a very solid wall.

"I assume you expected me?" he merely whispered, his deep voice washing through you and doing unspeakable things to your insides. It had been a long time since those brief months of passion, the wildfire that had ripped through the pair of you and left many bedsheets torn asunder from the intensity of the love-making.

You would not be swept down memory lane, not now, you would pound all thoughts of jumping into his arms and fucking him senseless into the ground. This was your war, and this merely the opening gambit.

"And why exactly should I be expecting you?" you retorted, proud that your voice did not waver. Your eyes had already dipped down, refusing to look at him directly as you had been doing for almost a year now.

The hand was lightning fast, finger and thumb gripping your chin in a tight hold as he forced your face up and the rumble of irritation from the depths of his chest sparked a burning desire between your legs. Damn your traitorous body!

A scoff of derision lifted his lips out of the scowl that was on his darkly handsome face. The arrogance of his youth had smoothed out over the years, but that smirk was like a mirror to his past self, and you loved it. Adored that you had caused it, your little stunt bringing forth that old spark of self-confidence and cocky exterior that had once so riled you.

You could feel the intense searing heat of his body as he invaded your personal space, you didn't think he could get any closer until he did. Trying to slide yourself out from his body, the other hand lifted and flattened against the wall, right by your head.

"Running somewhere y/n? Surely you don't have anywhere else to be..." he hissed lowly, and the hit of those words was like a physical slap, a low blow indeed from the Uchiha. Clearly, he was not in the mood for playing around.

Shoving with all your strength you dislodged him enough to stride from the room, turning to watch him follow you into the living space. He had the audacity to smile at you as you put the small kitchen island between you, noting that his familiar cloak was already draped over the stool.

How long had he been in your home before you noticed his presence?

It was hard not to fantasize about the possibilities that having the Uchiha alone in your home for the first time in years brought to the surface. Would he accept extracting a punishment for you in the form of sexual favour, did you dare even suggest it? You knew what he liked, could turn it on with the lowering of your lashes, letting yourself submit to his wishes.

Right now you were still maintaining innocence, but it would not last much longer.

Arms crossed over your chest, you cocked your hip in hopes of giving off a look of confidence and indifference, "why are you here oh mighty Shadow Hokage? Surely I am not an outside threat to the Village?" you growled.

His jaw clenched once again, and you wondered over the reason for it. That was until the Sharingan activated, bathing you in the crimson intensity from the one red eye and the vivid purple of the other, so his emotions were heightened, interesting...

You were almost glad that he had come, the other option might have been more difficult to fight against. This way you could bare your teeth and not fear inflicting lasting emotional pain, the Uchiha had taken your harshness on more than one occasion. He could handle it, absorb it, or mould it into something else depending on his mood, and you wondered again what would happen this night.

His mouth opened, but before he could speak two loud knocks sounded on your front door, heavy and ominous. Your gaze ripped to the door, brows drawn up in genuine shock. The bastard looked smug, leaning against the wall that you would have to pass to get to the door, he knew something you didn't and it filled you with a cold dread.

Another knock sounded, a fist thundered once making the solid wood door rattle in its frame. Someone was desperate to come in, and it took all your courage to force your legs into motion, the limbs frozen in confusion and the first wash of fear.

You eyed the Uchiha as you slipped past him as quickly as you could manage, hearing the faint chuckle that made you want to grind your teeth, but that would only serve in humouring him more. His black shirt stretched over his lean chest, his sleeves were rolled to the elbows and that minor detail almost had you pausing, that wasn't right...

Swallowing thickly you unlocked the door, and threw it open, much like ripping off a band-aid. The last rays of the setting sun formed a perfect blazing halo around the frame of the tall blonde man before you.

Both? They both had come for you... well shit!

It would seem unusual for such a dark look to grace the Hokage's face, he was well known for his light-hearted nature, kind and openly compassionate almost to a fault. Yet you were used to this particular look, it was the one he always wore in your presence these days, only seeing it through lowered eyes as you furiously refused to meet his gaze.

As you stared, dumbfounded at him, a burn was building in your throat and you wanted to slam the door shut. To push both men away until you were once again alone with your misery and barbed anger, it was too much. Had they planned it this way?

He was inside with the door pressed closed behind him before you noticed that either of you had moved, and it was much too hot in the small space.

"Good evening Lord Seventh, how interesting to find you here of all places," drawled the bastard raven haired male at your back. He was closer again, having pressed further along the wall towards the door where you and he stood.

Your eyes had not moved from his face, watching the myriad of emotions flicker over his handsome face like clouds passing through the sky. It was hard to forget the happier memories that you held of him, the times you had laughed together, fought, and trained together, teasing the Uchiha to within an inch of his sanity, and most importantly the love that you had felt.

Almost no one was aware that you had spent an equal amount of time with both men in the past, and yet the friendship had never been affected madness, but it had worked out by some miracle. There had never been an ounce of jealousy between the three of you, both relationships had been uniquely different; with the Uchiha, it had been intense, soul-searing, and filled with dark desires that had made your toes curl and your body ignite. With the Uzumaki it had been tender, brimming with warmth, a heated exploration that came with learning every inch of each other's bodies, and the absolute trust that was placed in one another.

The one thing that overlapped in both short relationships was the unconditional love; neither had worked out long term but that love had remained like an ever-burning flame that refused to be snuffed out. You had tried your best to extinguish it this past year, the fury you wore like a tightly drawn cape turned you cruel and unkind to your friends, but they had deserved it, right?

Now things weren't quite so clear anymore.

"Good evening Sasuke, y/n." he crooned, one hand lifting to run through his mischievous golden hair, pushing back the bangs that tried to fall into his crystal blue eyes. He wasn't wearing his usual orange tunic with the black trim, instead, a crisp white shirt rested on his broad chest, and you spied the way his sleeves were also rolled up.

He swept off the familiar cape of the Hokage, pegging it up on the coat rack that hung by the door as if he were an invited guest into your home, his shoes already kicked off and next to yours. This small detail had you swinging around for the first time since opening the door, your gaze falling to the Uchiha's feet, and sure enough, he was barefoot, so where were his shoes?

The Uzumaki took a step towards you, and you backed up, straight into a hard body. Their eyes met above your head, some internal conversation taking place that you had no part in, a tremble coursed up your spine and you felt suddenly very thirsty.

Your hair is swept over one shoulder, two fingers twirling a strand idly as a warm mouth lowers to your ear. Eyes locked with the Uzumaki, his own glittering with some unknown emotion, his mouth set in a determined line and a tiny 'v' between his brows as the Uchiha coos in your ear, "you have guests y/n, shouldn't you invite them into the living area?"

His voice blazes through your veins, burning them with feelings you have not felt for an age, leaving nothing but charred ash in its wake. How are you meant to form words whilst trapped between these two men? Caught between purest darkness and blinding light, gulping audibly you lick at your parched lips.

"Do come in Lord Seventh, and Shadow Hokage." you purred, rolling the titles in your mouth, determined to make them sound most indecent, wanting to fluster them.

The twin sound of breath catching in throats makes you smile, they might have won the first round with this double ambush, but it was round two to you as you managed to pull enough confidence to saunter away, hips swaying in the tight black leggings you wore.

They followed in silence and the faintest pink that stained the Uzumaki's cheeks and the Uchiha's ears was another point in your favour. You threw yourself on the sofa, arms crossed defiantly over your chest as you eyed the two men, daring them to make their next move.

"Do you know why we have come?" Lord Seventh asks quietly, choosing to take a seat next to you, sitting on the edge and turning his body so he can see your face clearly. The Uchiha remains standing, one foot lifted against the wall, the black has returned to his eye and that could only mean business.

You don't like this serious version of the Hokage, longing for the times where he would laugh so hard at your jokes that he snorted like a pig. Those days seem like a millennia ago, too much has changed since then and it was heartbreaking to think that you might never hear that laugh again.

If they are going to treat you like a brat then you were damn well going to act like one, it'll be more fun that way. "Enlighten me oh great one," you mutter, wafting your hand in the air, mocking his status openly and without fear.

"Watch your mouth y/n or I will put it to other use!" the Uchiha snarls yet remains frozen in his position. The blonde lifts a placating hand, his cheeks are twitching making the whisker marks dance and for a second you think he is going to give you that smile, the dazzling one full of teeth and joy, but no.

"Are you telling me that it wasn't you that defaced the entirety of the Anbu's uniforms and masks? Should we be searching for another to take the punishment for the crime?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking far too mature and grounded.

Well, he had you there, there was no way you would let another take the fall for a crime they had not committed, but you hadn't wanted to admit it quite yet. You had to think fast, a quick glimpse at the Uchiha who continues to watch you like a hawk, one brow cocked as if he knows you are up to some kind of bullshit.

"Whatever could you mean by that? Defaced in what way?" you asked innocently, tipping your head to the side, allowing your hair to fall over one shoulder, and baring your neck at the blonde. The bob of his Adam's apple felt like another point to you, the way his eye lingered on your pulse point, exactly where he used to like to leave his mark.

His rough voice is laced with control that had not been present until this point, a peek at his hands shows that they are gripping his knee tightly, one thick vein protruding from the skin and it made you smile, a sly smile that stroked at your confidence.

"The uniforms were dyed a very vivid pink, and the masks – well let's just say they were... marked."

You chuckled darkly, "oh I would say that the uniforms and masks were merely improved. They looked very fetching in that particular shade of pink." And with those biting words you had taken ownership of the deed, you would face whatever punishment they felt befitted the crime.

Your hands lifted to either side of your mouth in mock aghast at your 'confession', one hand moved to your parted lips, a finger slipping inside until you bit down on the pad and indented the flesh.

"Oh no, what have I done? Confessing my little prank and so readily too. How will you punish me, Lord Seventh?

Will you take me off duty? No, you've already done that.

Tear me away from the ones I love most? Nope, you've done that as well.

Put me under house arrest? A possibility, yet I am practically already under house arrest. I don't want to see the looks of pity on every face that I meet in the street.

May as well exile me and be done with it!"

Your voice had started off quiet, dripping with a false cutesy tone, but it had risen as you continued to speak until you were yelling the last part. A thundering heart pounding in your ears as the Uchiha finally moves, his hand pinning your throat to the couch cushion, no pressure but holding you still.

"Exile?" he roars, it's highly unusual for him to speak to you like this, and for the first time you are scared of what he might do, "you think we'd exile you from the Village?"

The Sharingan is back, burrowing deep into your soul as you sit immobile, but you cannot stop your arm lifting, wrapping around the one holding you down, and pressing your nails into his skin.

"The fuck y/n? Have you lost your damn mind?" the Uzumaki yells, your eyes slide to the side and you can see the intensely red face that is so very mad at you. You hated to be the cause of his anger, but you would take it if it meant that fucking annoying formality slipped away.

"You speak of us tearing you away from the ones you love most, but it is the opposite and you fucking know it! Where the hell have you been, huh? You are a part of us and yet you refuse to look at us, refuse to meet with us, refuse to call us by our god damn names y/n!

I have never been so furious!" and he is on his feet abruptly, obscured by the Uchiha still holding you down.

You had expected the emotion from him, he was always the one to wear his heart on his sleeve and you knew that he had fought for every little bit of love and kindness over the years, therefore this past year would have affected him greatly.

What you hadn't expected was the words from the Uchiha, "we miss you y/n." and you were sobbing.

The tears built in your eyes until they were like tidal waves, pouring down your cheeks as if a river had burst its bank. You couldn't look at them, eyes tightly shut as the emotions you had worked hard to keep locked away for so long burst forth.

You had no idea how long you cried, you felt the Uchiha move away and then you were shifted, lifted upwards as they moved around. They sat side by side with you cradled on top of them, each wrapped an arm around you until you were cocooned in their warmth, the two unique scents invading your senses as you desperately tried to quiet your crying.

Sweet nothings were whispered in each ear, promises that things will be fixed if you would only let them back in, and you pressed yourself further into their embrace. The two strongest men in the Village and here they both were, in your house, seated on your sofa and holding you so tightly like you were the most precious thing in the world.

What felt like hours, but was in fact minutes, passed until you were able to open your eyes and sit up, struggling against the arms that worked to keep you in place, but they were no match when you wanted to do something.

"Better?" the Uzumaki whispered, wiping the final tear from your eye with his thumb.

You nodded, attempting to slide from their laps, but a hand was wrapped around each wrist until you gasped and looked back at them.

"Did you think that there would be no punishment? What do you take us for y/n?" the Uchiha scoffed, and you could see the unmistakable flicker of desire igniting in his searing gaze.

The Uzumaki laughed at the look of abject terror that had spread over your face, "a personal punishment for what you have done, but more importantly for the way you have treated us, little brat." he practically growled at you, and this was too much to take in.

What were they going to do? Surely they did not both intend to take you at the same time... no, they didn't share well at the best of times. Yet as you watched the two men exchange a quick nod, you knew you were wrong in your assumption.

The Uzumaki shifted you until you were straddling his hips, one wrist still held by the Uchiha but he quickly let go as the blonde snaked a hand around your lower back, "tell us to go and we will. There will be a formal punishment if you decide on that route, but I'd much prefer this one," he whispered, his lips were an inch from the skin of your throat, poised, waiting for your answer.

The hand that was now free, shot backwards, seeking out the Uchiha, and what you felt made your insides turn to jelly. He was kneeling behind you, between the blonde's thighs, his warm breath fanning against the back of your neck and raising the hairs that lay there.

"Do your worst," you cooed, and they sprang.

Teeth nipped at your throat whilst harsh kisses littered your shoulder until you whined from the pressure. Your own hands slipped with ease into the golden locks of the Uzumaki, tugging on them until his head lifted to meet your eyes, glazed with lust.

His lips were cruel, punishing in how they devoured your own, sweeping inside without even the decency to ask for permission. You were indeed being punished, but you liked it. Cool hands reached around until they detailed the swell of your breasts held tightly in the cropped top, an equally demanding mouth running kisses down your bare spine until the fingers groped at your chest and you mewled.

The Uzumaki was quick to swallow the mewls with his greedy mouth, his tongue explored every crevice of your mouth, reminding himself of how you tasted as his tongue dominated your own. The writhe of your hips was as instinctual as drawing breath, and the groan that rumbled from the blonde made you do it a second time, only slower.

"Damn brat," he hissed, pressing you back until you were fully in the Uchiha's arms. His mouth fell to your collarbone and began sucking what would become a wicked looking bruise into the tender flesh. You stroked the raven hair that fell like a curtain over his actions, the other hand reaching out for the Uzumaki who was watching his friend suck on your neck with heated fascination.

His hands spread over your thighs, the pads pressing into the thin material of the leggings, the heat that radiated from him was intense as they inched closer to your hips. You wanted to rip the shirt from him, detail every inch of his torso with your tongue, but you were stuck fast in the steely grip of the Uchiha as he marked you.

"Bedroom," ripped from the male at your neck, the sound made an instant heat pool between your legs, and without warning, you were lifted by strong arms and quickly marched into your bedroom and deposited on to the bed.

The absence of their heat came like a crushing blow, a low whimper leaving your lips as you eyed them curiously standing at the edge of the bed. You had never expected to see them working together in this kind of situation, yet perhaps this was not as new as you had assumed. They barely needed to communicate their actions, either they had done this before, or they had discussed this at great length, and you weren't sure which option you would prefer to be correct.

The Uchiha crooked his finger and you crawled to him as you had done on many occasions, lashes lowered as you neared him, the flutter making him growl as you had known it would. Hands wrapped around his neck as you sought out his lips, he dodged them and you whined again.

"When are you going to call us by our names y/n?" he asked softly, deadly even in the tone of his voice. The question took you off guard, but despite your willingness to submit to them, there were still things you would fight them on, and this was one of them.

You licked up the column of his throat, nipping at his jaw until you reached his ear, "when you deserve it Uchiha."

The Uzumaki chuckled from the head of the bed, you hadn't noticed him moving, and his top buttons were now undone as he watched you fight with the Uchiha. Calloused fingers edged into the waist of your leggings until they gave a quick yank, pulling them down until you had to lay back for them to be peeled from you.

You tugged the cropped top over your own head, and now you were only in your bra and panties, the black colour a stark contrast on the pure white sheets. The Uzumaki hummed his appreciation, "I always liked you in black," he groaned out.

The Uchiha made a noise in his throat, your eyes cut to him as he smirked, "pink was my favourite, such a cute colour on such a wanton girl, a total contradiction."

Were they seriously debating the colour of your underwear, now?!

The irritation must have been clear in your eyes as the Uzumaki scooted down the bed, placing a quick peck on your nose before tipping you over his lap until your ass was high in the air.

"What the – ?" you cried out, stabilising yourself on your forearms as the Uchiha held down your legs on the bed, rubbing up against your thighs until they parted slightly.

A rumble of amusement sounded from both men, "punishment remember, although I hear you quite like this, isn't that right y/n?" the damned Uzumaki cooed, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. This was not something you had done with him before, the Uchiha on the other hand, well the same could not be said.

A warm hand caressed your ass, pushing the inky black panties down until your cheeks were bare to them. Little strokes up your inner thighs, likely from the Uchiha, trying to stop you from tensing up, it would only hurt more if you did.

The strokes and caresses went on for longer than you expected and you lost yourself in the rhythmical sensation of being cared for, loved, and desired until you were ripped from those thoughts with the biting sting of a large strong palm against your left cheek.

You cried out, trying to struggle out of their hold, but it was useless. "Count them y/n, let's see if you can make it to six yeah?" the Uzumaki gritted out, and you knew this was affecting him, you could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach as you lay draped over his lap.

Each smack was just on the right side of pleasurable pain, the bite of the strong hand that would lift only to strike down and then gently rubs at the heated flesh was delicious. He could break you if he wanted, yet this was not the true punishment that it could have been, this was all done in the name of pleasure.

Your eyes had watered but no tears fell, you gritted your teeth but took all six hits as the Uchiha continued to worship your inner thighs with idle patterns and the blowing of cool air on your very sore ass. He lifted you from the Uzumaki as he slipped out, palming his painfully restricted erection as he stood and started to undress.

At last, you were given the chance to kiss him properly, the black haired male holding you close as his lips danced with your own. There was a hunger lurking just beneath the surface, yet he held it in check as you pressed yourself to him, wanting to feel him against every inch of your skin, and whimpering your frustration as he pulled you back.

The sight of the very naked Uzumaki caught your eye, he was still as muscled as you remembered. The heavenly sight of his sculpted upper torso lowered into the deep 'V' that you adored so much, how many times had you run your tongue along that very path?

His cock twitched in his palm as he stroked it once, kneeling on the bed until you were practically at eye level with the monstrous length. You squirmed as a head slid between your parted thighs, a quick peek and you saw the Uchiha lick his lips in hungry anticipation of his meal, and that meal was going to be your throbbing pussy.

Before you swung back to the cock that you were eager to swallow down, you noted that the Uchiha had also stripped, although he still wore his tight black boxers with a prominent bulge. He lay stretched out on your bed, still as strong as the blonde but leaner and just a tad more defined. There was no doubt that they were both Gods among men, but each different in their own right.

The drag of a warm wet tongue along your length made you moan, and the Uzumaki used that moment of parted lips to press into your mouth. No teasing kitten licks or kisses allowed on this occasion, you sheathed your teeth and accepted him into your mouth like an honoured guest.

Every bob of your head was mirrored by a lick or suck from between your legs, the vibration of your throat contracting made the Uzumaki groan out and lace his fingers into your hair, his hips snapping in tandem with your own rhythm.

Hollowing your cheeks you sucked him deeper, he pressed against the back of your throat and he faltered, not daring to press further, likely from fear of choking you. Oh, how little did he know, had the roles been reversed, there would have been no mercy for you, the Uchiha would eagerly choke you on his cock.

Your own release was ticking ever closer, and when he slid two fingers deep into your pussy you bucked and writhed over his face, grinding yourself down as he worked you over with his mouth and fingers. Fingers that curled and called you to him as he ripped an orgasm from your trembling body, mouth still around the thick cock of the Uzumaki.

He grunted as your tempo faltered, the waves of your own release almost bringing on his own, but he held back.

"Open up!" he demanded and your lips loosened immediately, his cock lay flat on your wet tongue as saliva pooled from the sides of your mouth. He twitched before withdrawing and taking a step back, eyeing how the Uchiha continued to stroke you past overstimulation, almost towards torture.

Another coil of desire was sweeping over you and the crash of this one almost had you prone on the bed, your arms quivered as you supported your upper half, panting and shaky from the intensity.

"Sasuke!" you all but screamed, and all movement stopped. The name had flown from your mouth before you could even think of stopping it, not that you wanted to at that moment, too far gone now.

The quiet gasp had your eyes flying to the Uzumaki, he stood with a clenched jaw and a burning determination in his beautiful blue eyes. Oh shit, you were in for a world of trouble now.

The Hokage growled, low and dangerous as Sasuke sat up on the bed with an entirely too smug smile on his lips, he licked at those slick lips that were painted with your juices and practically waved towards you laying panting on the bed, the gesture was reminiscent of "be my guest..." and you tried to scramble away.

Your ankle was caught in a strong grip, quickly pulled backwards until you were lifted by the shoulder so your back was flush to the Uzumaki's heaving chest. Your bra was unhooked and thrown away as his fingers pinched at your taut nipples, head thrown back he sought out your pulse point and bit. The throb of his teeth biting down on your tender neck was blissful agony, your vision swam as you watched Sasuke smirk at you as he lay on the bed, boxers now removed as he slowly stroked himself, content with watching for now.

"Always gotta be a damn brat, so I've gotta make you cum so you'll say my name? Is that the game we're playing y/n," he growled in your ear, and the way he clung to you was new from him, every other time had been tender and loving, this was wicked and dominant.

One hand had sunk between your parted legs, your thighs trembled as his thumb brushed your highly sensitive clit and you purred for him, long and low. He liked that, rubbing his cock slick from your saliva between your ass cheeks, humming quietly.

The other hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were once again on your hands and knees, but this time staring directly at Sasuke's cock as the Uzumaki aligned himself, more than ready to take the final plunge.

Your hand wrapped around the base of Sasuke's cock, and he shook his head, finger wagging in admonishment.

"You know the rules y/n," he heatedly whispered, your eyes widened as the blonde pushed into your welcoming heat, your hips pressing backwards but he held you back.

He waited, the patience of a saint until you took Sasuke into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the head, only then did he press in further. You could feel every ridge of Sasuke's cock against your wet tongue, the vein that ran along the side and you dared to bare your teeth.

He gasped and gripped your hair, a warning to behave and you sheathed them again as the Uzumaki finally, slowly bottomed out within you and circled his hips with cunning precision. You were stretched to absolute capacity, and he grunted from the exertion of remaining perfectly still and having to keep you contained on the bed.

You didn't see the nod between the men, the understanding that it was time to unleash the frustration that they both felt from your actions this past year. The Uzumaki was ruthless, the pace demanding from the very first withdrawal and thrust back into your aching centre. It was difficult to concentrate on both actions at once, Sasuke demanded your attention as he made you take more and more of him, choking you until you tapped twice on his thigh and he backed off. The years may have passed, but the love and care were still there as they ever had been.

The moment reprieve and you moaned your pleasure to the men, your men. The sound of skin slapping was intense and mixed with the grunts and groans of the Uzumaki, as verbal as he had ever been. Lips wrapped around Sasuke's cock once more, he fucked your mouth and throat, revelling in the vibration of your throat as the Uzumaki pounded you almost on top of him.

Consumed by the desire to please Sasuke and the absolute delight of having the Uzumaki rutting into you like a feral animal, you did not expect the hand that slipped around your hip and pinched at your clit. The orgasm spiralled through your body, stars winking before your vision as your entire being shook from the intensity of it.

Sasuke had drawn back, watching with utter lust at your face flushed by your release, the soft glaze of your eyes as you heaved and twisted from the pleasure.

"Naruto!" you screamed, and the absolute joyous laughter that met your ears splintered the dark shell that had formed over your heart and soul.

Not that you were given any time to come down from your high, Naruto still chased his own release. He angled your ass higher on the bed, his knee braced by your side as he slipped even deeper than he had been before, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

Sasuke cupped your chin, lifting your face to see the mischievous twinkle that shone in his mismatched eyes. You blew him a kiss, he mimed catching it, and then pointed back down to where he stood twitching and drenched in your saliva, patiently waiting to be taken care of.

His fingers twisted deep in your hair as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down like your life depended on it, the thrust of Naruto only helping you take him deeper until you swallowed and felt Sasuke stiffen up from the sensation around his aching shaft.

He was close, you knew it. The same could be said for Naruto, his pace becoming uneven as your walls tightened almost painfully around him, trying to milk him for everything he had.

You unsheathed your teeth once more, running them along the vein exactly how he liked you to do it, and with a final judder, he poured his seed down your throat, pulling back so it painted your tongue.

Naruto gave a final slam of his hips, jerking himself out of your pussy just in time to cover your back with his hot seed.

"Fuck!" both men cried simultaneously and you could melt right here. A sticky sweat-soaked mess and you were happier than you had been in an extremely long time.

~

The clean up had been less fun, but now you were settled in the middle of your bed between gorgeous and still naked men.

"Sorry Sasuke, such a shame you didn't get a chance to fuck y/n!" Naruto laughed, his hands behind his head as he grinned smugly at the ceiling. You thumped him hard on the chest, there was no way this conversation was happening, not whilst you were here!

"Naruto, don't be a dick!" you yelled at him, almost laughing at the way he edged away from you, scared of another blow from your tiny but powerful fist.

Sasuke simply scoffed, eyes turning to the pair of you, the Sharingan flashed as he murmured, "there is always the morning."

You gulped, gaze drifting between the two men who were eyeing you with wicked intent, and you were suddenly trapped once more.

Trapped between purest darkness and blinding light... and you did not wish to be anywhere else.