Two? (Itachi x Reader x Sasuke)

Chapter One

Itachi

All the guests ran out, leaving Sasuke and I with the most alluring woman that ever existed. I couldn't help but smile at her. My whole life I have dreamed about meeting my soulmate, always determined I would blow her away and win her heart. Yet seeing the silky red string that tied her not only to myself, but my brother as well, was a shock.

“What are we going to do?” Sasuke asks and I shrug, still staring at the beautiful woman before me.

Large, (Eye Color) doe-eyes look at me and I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from activating my Sharingan. The poor woman looked terrified and instinctively I raised my hand to cup her cheek. Her eyes close and she leans into my touch.

“Beautiful.” I murmur, walking forward a bit.

Sasuke still held her protectively but he wasn't fazed as I moved closer. I could tell we both felt the same for the curvaceous woman between us. Even if we didn't know her name, she was ours.

“What's your name, Hime?” I purr softly, brushing a strand of (Hair Color) hair behind her ear.
“I am (N-Name), it’s n-nice to meet you Uchiha-Sama.” She stutters, opening those captivating eyes once again.
“Call me Itachi.” I urge her, gently rubbing the pad of my thumb against her soft (Skin Tone) cheek.
“Nii-San, stop hogging her.” Sasuke whines and (Name) startles a bit, moving forward towards me.

I couldn't help myself. Everything about her was drawing me in like a fly to honey. From her innocent eyes, to her cute button nose, to her pouty pink lips and the silky (Hair Color) hair tied up in a bun. Even her scent, so subtle yet so feminine was intoxicating. My brain was barely functioning and my throat felt dry as my eyes traced over her voluptuous body.

Large breasts threatened to burst out of her top and the black dress did nothing to hide the dip of her waistline or the wideness of her hips. Every millimeter of her was perfect and she was ours. No woman I had ever been with could compare to the woman in front of me. She practically was covered in sex appeal.

“(Name), sweetheart, do you mind coming with us to the Uchiha Compound?” Sasuke asks her as I felt my control over my Sharingan faltering.

I felt like a teenager all over again - unable to cope with the sudden primal needs and hormones. But this was way worse, I couldn't go find some random chick to fix it. Not to mention I'm probably scaring poor (Name) with the way my eyes were stuttering between black and red.

“Of course, Uchiha-Sama.”

I swear if she says that again I'm going to have trouble controlling myself. The amount of women I had bedded until now couldn't hold a candle to the way (Name)’s simple use of honorifics made me feel. I could barely control myself to keep from ravishing her right here on the table.

Like a drunkard, I follow my brother and our woman to the car. Sasuke looked conflicted about who should drive but I eagerly tossed him the keys. (Name) scoots into the backseat and I follow her. She seemed to think she could get some distance but I wouldn't allow her. Not when I saw the Uchiha crest emblazoned on her back.

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Sasuke

When we arrived at the compound, (Name) was sleeping soundly. I wasn't surprised to see Itachi scoop her into his arms. Parking the car, I follow after him to our shared flat.

“You were acting like a fool, Itachi.” I scold when we walk through the front door.
“You're telling me she doesn't make you feel like a virgin in a strip club?” My brother counters as he settles down on the couch, still clutching our soulmate.
“She does, but if you keep looking at her as if she's a piece of ass, you'll scare her away!” I snap, undoing my cufflinks after taking off my damp jacket.
“Scared or not, every woman loves to be chased, my dear brother.” Itachi chuckles.
“We still haven't addressed the fact that she isn't just yours.” I point out as I unknot my tie.
“What's there to address? It won't be the first time I've shared my toys with you.” I was in the middle of removing my dress shirt but didn't bother finishing the buttons.
“She isn't a toy!” I snarl, marching over and yanking (Name) from his grasp.

I was furious, not just with my brother but with myself. Just as he said, I felt the sexual urges but I wasn't him. I wouldn't throw away the chance to win (Name)’s heart for a simple fuck.

The woman in question barely seemed to be bothered by my rough actions. She barely stirred, only nuzzling her beautiful face further into my bare chest. Her skin was so soft and warm, I found my breath hitching as she made a content sound in her sleep.

“You will call mother and have her bring our soulmate some clothes in the morning. I am taking her to the guest room.” I ordered, glaring at him with my Sharingan activated - daring him to test me.
“Hn.” He grunts, glaring at me in return.

I walked as carefully as I could, worried about jostling (Name) too much. My self control was thankfully strong enough to withstand the feeling of her soft cheek against my bare chest. Luckily, the guest room was in good condition and already prepared. I walk inside and attempt to gently lie her down on the bed. But she clung to me tightly.

“Stay.” She whines, amazingly still asleep.

I would never deny her so I kicked my dress shoes and pants off and lay down on the bed. (Name) snuggles up to my side, as if by instinct. Her head buried itself in my neck as she threw a leg over my waist. She was hugging me like a body pillow and I smiled softly at her actions.

Not long afterwards, she was motionless besides the steady breathing and gentle snores. I felt drowsy myself but I had to go to my own room.

My brother walks into the room, seemingly more composed. It looked like he took a cold shower. His hair was wet, no longer held in its usual low ponytail. Shirtless and wearing black pajama pants, he flicks the light off.

“Nii-San, what are you doing?” I demand, keeping my voice low so as not to wake the sleeping woman beside me.
“Mother will be over in the morning. We're sleeping here.” He says and I feel the bed dip as he lies beside (Name).
“If you try anything funny, I will castrate you.” I threaten and he chuckles.

I felt the pressure of two fingers poking my forehead and I scowled.