Two? (Itachi x Reader x Sasuke)

Chapter Two

Hime means "Princess"
Tenshi means "Angel"

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I woke up sweating. A glance around showed that I most definitely wasn't in my room. Not to mention two walls of absolute muscle trapping me between them. From the limited view, I assumed I was facing the younger Uchiha since his hair wasn't long enough to be Itachi. I didn't bother trying to free myself, only wiggling slightly to readjust.

“Good morning, Hime.” Itachi purrs into my ear with a spine tingling morning voice.

Unintentionally, I squirm in the Uchiha brothers’ grasp. A deep chuckle comes from behind me and I whine softly. I could easily die at this moment but of course it just had to get better.

“Mmm, mornin’ Tenshi.” Sasuke hums, beautiful onyx eyes looking lazily into mine.

Hime and Tenshi? These men will be the death of me. Being called princess is enough to make me blush but angel as well? My God I feel faint.

“G-Good morning Uchiha-Samas.” I instinctively greet them and they both chuckle.
“You can call us by our names.” Itachi murmurs, snuggling closer to me.
“But-” I start to protest, still looking into Sasuke’s deep eyes.
“Hn.” He lifts an eyebrow.
“If you don't I'll have to force you.” The elder one whispers in my ear, nipping at my earlobe.

I let out a soft whimper as my face heats up. My eyes plead with Sasuke but he just smirks and shakes his head. Itachi nuzzles against my neck and my breath hitches.

“I-Itachi…” I whined and I could feel him smile against my skin.
“Good girl.”

Before he could do anything else to embarrass me, there was a loud knocking on the door. Both men groaned and I was clueless. Apparently Sasuke understood as he let me go.

“That's our mother.” He explains, standing up as he begins stretching.

I nod, my mouth going dry as I watch his abdominal muscles flex. This man is mine? Surely I got a concussion when I fell last night because holy shit. Sasuke doesn't say anything, just smirks softly as he shows off his biceps with each stretch. I couldn't tell what I should focus on, his beautiful face or downright delicious body. The way his boxers clung to his thighs and hips had me blushing.

Not long into my mental ogling, Itachi stands up too. I rolled into my back, looking over at him, curious to see if he was as fine as Sasuke. My brain had officially melted from the sex appeal of one Uchiha, I didn't think I could handle the other one.

Dear Lord! I shamelessly drag my eyes over everything millimeter of pale skin. From his chiseled pectorals to his defined abdominal muscles. Everything looked so sharp I could cut myself on it. That's not even taking into account the prominent V showcased by the low hanging sweatpants he wore. I caught a glimpse of a red tattoo on his left bicep. But my staring was interrupted by even louder knocking.

“Itachi! Sasuke! You better open this door! I want to meet my daughter-in-law!” A woman yells and I assumed it was their mother.
“Be right there Mama!” Sasuke calls, hastily pulling on his pants from yesterday and running out of the room.

After a few minutes, Sasuke returns to the room, holding a pile of clothing. I awkwardly took it from him, already assuming the sizes would be too small. Itachi leans over and smiles.

“I hope I got your measurements right, my little Hime.” He says and my eyes widen.

I eagerly unfold the shirt, seeing it was exactly my size and style. Same for the simple joggers. My soulmates went out of the room, closing the door behind them for me to change. But the sight of the Uchiha crest on the pants had me dropping the clothing. I can't just casually wear their crest on everyday clothing!

“Sasuke!” I shriek and he comes running.
“Yes?” He asks from behind the door.
“I can't wear these!”
“Why not? May I come in?” Sasuke questions, his voice calm and collected while I was internally panicking.
“Yes.”

He opens the door and walks in, sitting down beside me on the bed. I point to the crest and look up at him. Only to be met with bloody irises shining like deadly rubies in the sunlight.

“You are an Uchiha now, Tenshi. You're allowed to wear it.” Sasuke encouraged after a few minutes, his eyes darkening back to the dark obsidian I was accustomed to.
“People will-” I start to protest.
“Anyone who dares to speak ill of you, will never take another breath. Get changed, we're going to eat.” He kisses my cheek and pokes my forehead before taking his leave.

I felt more at ease, not about the homicidal insinuation in his words, but the promise that I am safe. So I quickly pull off the stupid uniform I fell asleep in, letting my hair loose and get to work making myself presentable.

A look in the ensuite bathroom mirror told me I was good to go. Itachi had been right, the clothing fit perfectly. Hell even the bra and underwear were the exact perfect size. It didn't take much intelligence to know why he was so accurate, everyone in Japan knows about his promiscuity. But that was a battle for another day.

After swishing some mouthwash in my mouth and spitting it out, I leave the room. Following the sound of voices and smell of food, I make my way to the dining area. On the couch sat the most graceful woman I had ever seen. No wonder the Uchiha brothers are so attractive - their mother is a literal goddess!

“You must be my future daughter-in-law! I am Mikoto!” She gushes in such a motherly tone that I couldn't help but smile.

Until she pulled me into a hug. I instantly freeze, unsure of how to react. Is she just pretending to be excited to meet me until her sons aren't around?

“Tenshi, please relax.” Sasuke says as Mikoto releases me.
“Sasuke…” I murmur, unsure of what to do now.
“Mama, (Name) is quite shy.” He explains to the confused woman.
“Oh, that's such a beautiful name!” Mikoto coos, sitting back down on the couch.

I wished I could've figured out how to speak again but I was feeling so much anxiety. Thankfully, Itachi saved me when he called me to the kitchen.