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Uchihas never present late. Many times, their second gender even takes place before the usual age registered in medical books, with body-physical processes taking on maturer traits at a young age, puberty helping them. 

Male Uchiha, thought, aren’t frequently omegas. Male omegas in the clan are a rarity, a treasure. Highly valuable.

When the first signs of Sasuke’s presentation start to occur, it’s as usual as with most of them: overlapping with his puberty, aged twelve. Curiously, for a young boy born into the clan, Sasuke’s changes include the sweetest scent on him, taking an interest in the household chores and having a strong urge to be closer to his older brother and father, especially being clingy with Itachi, who allowed any kind of closeness. If their mother, Mikoto, were still alive, Sasuke would have started to mimic some of her omega behaviors too.

A couple of months later, when his belly hurts and his replies were breathless, a doctor formally confirms Sasuke’s beginning of his presentation. For any other young boy, it's usually a 2-3 year natural process. For an Uchiha, it will only take one year to become a body ready enough to house a pup. A child bride if old laws were still relevant, especially during or after periods of need.

Either way, he'll provide additional future members to the Uchiha clan, doing it obediently. 

Itachi keeps pulling the twelve-year-old into his lap, kissing the side of his head, murmuring praise as he sees Sasuke having a strong urge to nest, rearranging a corner of his bedroom to this objective. And Itachi, already with broad shoulders and defined muscles as his father was at the same age, is starting to have every kind of impure thought about the precious creature that his little brother is blooming into. Itachi can't deny his love and desire for the beautiful omega flourishing.

Fugaku is aware of it. He is aware of the heavy eyes of his firstborn and the still present innocence of Sasuke about it, the little omega never leaving Itachi’s side and asking for his complete attention, going to some lengths of feeling upset if not, but mostly smiling with tenderness, asking if Itachi would like the candies and food that he has learned to make. Sasuke also places his much smaller hands on Itachi’s neck or arms, gripping, holding, touching like looking for something he doesn't understand yet.

Fugaku is aware of the shifting happening between his sons because he’s also having those kinds of impure thoughts as Itachi does. Sometimes he dreams about grabbing Sasuke’s legs, placing his cute feet on one of his firm shoulders, holding the omega’s body in place, showing Itachi how a maturer alpha man correctly fucks an omega. Showing them one of the many positions in which an omega can get pregnant.

But Fugaku is firm in not discussing it with anyone, not having a word with his sons. He gives forehead kisses to Sasuke and keeps an eye on him, waiting for the approaching high fever he would experience once his first heat hit him, and sometimes Fugaku’s sporadic hugs on the little omega go beyond what should be a fatherly gesture, hugging his son from behind in short displays of affection, scenting him as any other parent can do with their offspring when they feel a little uneasy, but placing both of his larger hands over the tits of Sasuke, so small but yet perfect to cupping them through the soft fabric of his kimono.

When Fugaku lifts one wrist against Sasuke’s neck, right against his scent gland, he wishes to pinch with his other hand one of the small nubs, giving it a rough tug. He doesn't allow himself to do it, but Sasuke behaves so lovely on each sharing time, pressing himself harder against the broad chest of his father, tilting his neck in submission, blushing while wanting more contact, more kisses, more praises. However, Fugaku can control himself and hands him over to a female beta servant who can teach him embroidery.

Like that, instead of materializing the impure thoughts about his youngest son, Fugaku fucks other available omegas.

Incest isn’t exactly forbidden in his clan, but it’s not entirely acceptable either. Incest among second-level cousins isn’t a big scandal or something to heavily gossip about, but among closer relatives, it has only been something promoted in difficult times of war or right after it.

The present, though, is a period of peace since a long time.

Fugaku finds them trying to not make a sound.

They’re in Mikoto’s small studio, the place she had utilized to sew, embroider and read. Servants, by Fugaku's orders, still clean the room, keeping it tidy, though he never imagined that one of its eventual uses would have included Itachi and his little omegan brother in such particular circumstances.

Sasuke had slipped away from the care assigned to him during these days, far from herbal teas and ointments. He’s having a soft heat, the precursor of the real first one he’ll have a few months away when his breeding hole begs for an alpha knot, and his cervix and womb beg for abundant and fertile cum.

Itachi, no longer a virgin alpha but still inexpert, looks at his father from his position on the mats. His eyes are intense, as if he’s facing a challenging situation with the new presence of another alpha.

It’s a natural behavior. Instinctive. 

Itachi is kneeling on the mats, ankle joints under his ass, and Sasuke is perched on him with his slender legs on either side of Itachi, feet behind his older brother for leverage. It’s like the many times they had shared in Sasuke’s nest, face-to-face, chest against chest, but with the difference today that Itachi’s cock is buried inside him for the first time. Sasuke is moaning oh-so-sweetly, his small body trying to move back and forth in unpracticed technique over his alpha as Itachi presses his hands behind his back.

Only Sasuke is naked; that’s how Fugaku can clearly see that they’re joined together. Such a young boy eager for his older brother’s cum.

But their lovemaking is shallow, not very impressive.

Or rather, Itachi is probably letting his little omega dictate this encounter before asking him to shift into a presenting position.

But Fugaku wants to make it better already; give his commands. He ignores the murderous eyes of his firstborn on him.

He decides to make his own presence known to Sasuke.

“Itachi, Sasuke.”

Upon noticing his father’s presence, Sasuke stiffens. Itachi, on his part, growls.

They’re probably thinking that their moment together has reached its ending, but Fugaku almost smirks. The last thing he wants to do is stop it. 

How could Fugaku? Despite their poor performance, Sasuke fits so perfectly on the larger body of his brother. Peachy buttocks looking so cute and appetizing; nice little curves; soft and milky skin that reminds him of Mikoto. Fugaku can’t see them but he can imagine his little perky nipples, small tits that Fugaku can so easily devour. Healthy flesh that will grow bigger in pregnancy and when he feeds a pup.

This will continue because Sasuke is so richly sweet, and Fugaku doesn’t have any intention to destroy the dreamy world that such a lovely, needy omega wants. For Sasuke, the unexpected presence of his father might be revealed but his omegan arousal is still intoxicating and heavy in the air.

This is pure love. Decadent but pure.

The adult alpha is hard under his dark hakama, even more the second Sasuke turns his head over his shoulder and his teary eyes look up to him, a whimper coming out of him, then closing his eyes as he tilts his pretty neck in submission. When Fugaku speaks, his tone doesn’t hide how aroused he feels at this beautiful sight. He doesn’t hide that he’s also holding a possessive desire for the young omega under his protection, and this is the moment when he understands that he and Itachi would never allow another alpha to court Sasuke.

He’s theirs since the moment they had seen his naked body following his young sexual needs. Itachi for longer minutes than Fugaku, to the extent of not being a mere spectator. But the father is lucky enough to add his own participation.

“You’re helping your older brother, my precious love?”

The pet name is well received. ‘Father!’ is murmured by soft lips, the omega’s nostrils being filled with the potent scent of another strong alpha, and loving the new attention over him. Hungry to be praised.

He restarts to move his hips, just small rolls.

Fugaku, as the lord of the house and the head of the Uchiha clan, is no man to show too much gentleness. His responsibilities require a stoic stance and a serious approach in many issues, but he can also be emotional. He adores his own pups, after all.

“You must feel incredible, little one. So proud of you.”

Sasuke mewls, eyes still closed and cheekbones blushing so hard as his toes curl, and Fugaku moves behind the omega, falling onto his knees.

He knows how a heat—even a soft one—needs to be satiated. But it will be gently. Fugaku is going to help his own little son fuck himself good and nice on the alpha length of his older brother. Teach him so next time is better, so Sasuke can move with a remarkable understanding of sex and a lewd sense of his own body when, eventually, he fucks with his father.

“Sasuke, eyes on me,” says Itachi like the first thing he dignifies to pronounce after the other alpha’s interruption.

Fugaku wants to chuckle, the evident jealousy only making him feel satisfied with it. Itachi will secure Sasuke’s happiness. He’ll bite Sasuke with soft words and promises eventually. He will protect his little omega until his very last breath. Though, if a war breaks and he’s sent to the battlefield, Itachi will come victorious to perhaps put another pup into Sasuke’s belly.

And perhaps, with all that love clearly portrayed in Itachi’s eyes, it hurts him a little when Sasuke glances at his father once again — a wordless question and internal debating. He has always wanted the approval of his father. With something that resembles a smirk, the older alpha leans in and presses a soothing kiss on Sasuke’s forehead, then, holding his neck, he reaches and places an open-mouthed kiss right over Sasuke’s scent gland, in the space where a slender neck and shoulder meet. The skin is untarnished. Itachi has been too much of a gentleman, not daring to make it clear his intentions to mate his little brother yet. 

But here’s Fugaku, licking it now, then barely pressing his fangs in it.

He does all this while locking eyes with Itachi, hot and intense. His omega son squirms between them, shouting a surprised moan out because it’s the first time an alpha has put his mouth there.

The intimate contact finishes, and Fugaku’s hands are already roaming around Sasuke’s body, squeezing his waist, sliding down over his hips, groping his ass. He kneads one rounded buttock, spreading it. Itachi inhales deeply. 

“Obey you brother too, Sasuke,” Fugaku murmurs against a milky shoulder, so Sasuke finally looks at Itachi. “Good, my little omega. Now, tell me how he feels, Itachi.”

Itachi’s reply doesn’t take long. “His inside is too hot. Slicking. It's like heaven.”

That’s right. There’s natural fluids dripping onto Itachi’s crotch and balls, sweet like honey.

“Very well, my little love. You’ll be a good omega just like your mother, mmh? So don’t stop moving your hips.” 

“Yes, Father.”

And since he’s in this prelusive heat, he’s too soft and submissive. A little cute bitch.

First, with one hand gripping one side of Sasuke’s hips and the other over a flat stomach, Fugaku helps Sasuke with his back and forth moves, gently forcing him to start a nice rhythm. It’s exactly how Fugaku likes that pretty omegas start entertaining him, a sweet cadence just like Mikoto did on him when she wasn’t on heat and wanted to be sweet with her husband.

It’s perfect after a hard day, after leaving the council hall when a long meeting is finished. He knows Itachi likes it too, his fingers digging into the porcelain white skin of Sasuke as he moves on his laps, learning to take his alpha cock.

“That's a good boy.”

“So perfect, my brother. Ah… You’re the only one for me.”

Sasuke moans, he’s breathless, his mouth is leaving little short sounds over and over like one of the evidence of his pleasure, and with his father’s help, he feels how deep his brother’s cock can reach his sweet spots. 

“Tell me how you feel, little love?” Fugaku whispers against Sasuke’s ear.

"Ah...feels...feels good—”

“Now move your hips in circles... Yes, just like that.”

Sasuke’s a natural. Still legs wide apart, straddling Itachi, he’s following so obediently how to do this lovemaking just as good as his mother did.

“Sasuke,” Itachi’s say with adoration. He’s so much in love with his little brother. With this metered cadence, Itachi can kiss his omega, tongue swirling and licking inside the boy. 

It’s so perfect, and Fugaku will make sure that the next time his boys fuck, it’s in the luxury of his bedroom. He’ll watch them, still giving proper instructions to Sasuke. And then, when Sasuke’s real first heat arrives, perhaps the best decision to make is to force him to feel two cocks at once. Uchiha omegas’ heats are long—a whole week in some of their cases. Sasuke looks like his heats will be long, so he will need to be showered by the affections of his new alphas, and if not stretched by two fertile knots in him at the same time, then sometimes they can take turns with him so he’s never empty, so he’s thoroughly fucked.

Yes, that’s the correct way to go.

In the present, Fugaku looks at how naturally Sasuke starts to fight against him, his body already asking for more. Fugaku loosens his grip on him, taking note of how his son proceeds to bounce on Itachi’s cock instinctively, inexpert little jumps repeatedly up and down. They only make him look more endearing.

“Father…!” he begs, forehead resting against his older brother’s chest. 

“You’re doing very well, my love. Continue. You do know that omegas are made for this…”

Fugaku doesn’t move for a little while, enjoying how his youngest son is riding Itachi’s cock, feet trying to stay firm, practically in a squat position, hands gripping his older brother’s shoulders hard. His little body knows what it wants: an alpha knot.

But it doesn’t take longer for Fugaku to tighten his hands once again on Sasuke, recognizing in the way he’s bouncing his little firm ass in the air that he’s too entranced in the sensations, yet it’s still notable that Sasuke's small body is filled with innocence and lack of ability. While his primal instincts are awakened, his strength might falter because, although being on his alpha’s lap gives him a sense of control, it’s his first time.

“Itachi, lay down but without pulling it out of your brother. He shouldn’t feel empty.”

It’s a little challenging, but Itachi obeys, lying on his back and bringing Sasuke with him. His strong legs are slightly bent up while Sasuke is still sitting on his cock with his legs opened on each side of Itachi, this time knees on the mats.

It feels good, it’s a really good change. Father has more experience after all, and as the older man shifts, placing himself beside Itachi, a little behind Sasuke, he guides Sasuke with more whispering instructions, so the omega lies on Itachi, trying to face his older brother’s beautiful eyes, but he can't, the cock inside him is more important right now, and that's why his hands extended to reach around Itachi’s neck, making their bodies press tightly against each other. Chest and belly against Itachi, their size difference more obvious.

“Keep moving your hips, little love.”

Sasuke does it as he inhales deeply. Itachi’s scent is too much pleasure for him.

It’s still more of a ‘passive’ sex for Itachi, but that’s fine. They’re all learning Sasuke’s sweet spots and his strength, and Itachi can’t deny the good help from their father. His little brother is no longer moving in the sloppy motions he has done when Fugaku found them.

Fugaku’s a good teacher, and he handles the omega’s hips to teach him a pleasant rhythm to follow. It’s soft sex, perfect for Sasuke’s first time, even if people like to brag that the best way to take an omega’s virginity is fucking them hard while they’re on their knees, ass up. That will come eventually, of course. Fugaku has done that exact thing with others pretty omegas outside the house or a few servants, mostly vulgar ones that sell their virginity or use it to get things and don’t mind being taken in a humiliating position the first time, but Fugaku prefers to handle his own son with better care. For now, he keeps murmuring above them as Sasuke moves over Itachi so his cock draws back out and slides back into the soft entrance.

Fugaku slides a hand down, grazing his fingers around where both lovers are joined. Sasuke gasps so sweetly.

“You're dripping more in your puffy hole; how cute, my boy... And all around down here is fluttering. That means you’re close, soon you will spray your mess on a strong alpha. Good. Good choice, Sasuke. You have done so good.” 

“T-thank you... Father…!” Sasuke says between moans.

Itachi grunts, he’s now canting his hips up to thrust a little hard into the slippery entrance, his alpha knot increasing in size every time the tip of his cock touches the deepest part of Sasuke’s breeding channel.

“Oh, Sasuke, you’re really so wet. Do you love me that much, little omega?”

“Yes! Love you so much, alpha… ah—!”

“So good for me, little omega. I’ll marry you as soon as I can, you’ll have my pups.”

He’ll have their father’s pups too, and it will be difficult to distinguish which belongs to which. However, this doesn’t bother Fugaku, and he highly doubts that Itachi will have a problem with this. He’ll just love all of Sasuke, even the 'bastard' pups Fugaku might fuck into the omega. 

And before Itachi’s knot catches the sensitive area of Sasuke’s omegan hole, it’s inevitable the following high-pitched moan, one too long as Sasuke closes his eyes, his pretty face contorted when he finally reaches his orgasm. His omega cum is making a filthy mess on his older brother’s cock.

“That’s it, perfect little omega,” Fugaku soothes.

Sasuke can’t move, going taut, overwhelmed by the aftershocks from it. But Itachi doesn’t stop lifting his pelvis, searching for his own orgasm, for his knot to lock their bodies. His motions are harsher now, Sasuke's body like a quiet doll as Itachi thrusts up.

Fugaku is delighted. A hand traces caresses along Sasuke’s back, then he places it on Sasuke’s nape. The omega sobs.

“Such a good boy. Do you want your brother’s cum inside you?”

“Please! P-please… Alpha, brother, I… I need...”

“That's right. You need your brother to fill you up. Say it, little love. Ask him for it.”

“Please—! Alpha, please fill me up.” His voice is softly brushing against Itachi’s skin. He’s clearly embarrassed, but this only makes his alphas love him more.

“Yes, my little omega. I'm going to cum inside you. Maybe this will take, maybe I breed you!”

Itachi doesn’t take long after that. Sasuke is sucking him, heat too tight around him as if it wants to keep Itachi's cock inside forever. The young alpha's knot expands, not hurting his little brother because, as his father had said, omegas are made for this.

Fugaku fills his nostrils with the smell of sex created in the room as Sasuke milks his brother until he’s fully spent, semen too deep inside. The feel of it sends a violent shiver through Sasuke’s whole body, making him whimper more.

It’s done. They’re going to stay locked for a precious moment. 

Too precious time.

Fugaku's hand caresses Sasuke’s hair, the same dark color and softness as Mikoto, and so his broad chest is filled with more appreciation. 

Yet his mature cock is still painfully hard beneath his clothes, so he strokes the head of his cock through his hakama. But he will wait, he’s strong enough. He wants to fuck Sasuke when the boy knows how to move his little body better. When he isn’t embarrassed to fuck himself on his alphas’ cocks as a cheap whore, or during the intense future heat of Sasuke that will consume them, when he will finally be fully fertile, any heated night making him pregnant. Then Fugaku will hold him down and remind him of his place as an obedient omega.

He leans over Sasuke, murmuring right against his mating scent:

“When your heat finally comes, do you want me to fill your belly with your siblings, my little love? You want your future brother-husband to put his own pups inside you? Make your belly hang heavy for us?” Fugaku asks as if Sasuke has another choice about it.

Heat flushes the little omega’s cheeks and he’s unable to say anything, but when his sweet scent spreads out around the room, almost like a physical touch materializing his willingness, both Alphas can’t wait to take their rightful places when that day finally comes.

“Ah, little brother, you will be so perfect heavy with pups…” Itachi makes a small motion, tugging their union. Sasuke whines, a little noise so pitiful.

“For now, want to taste the cum of your father?” Fugaku asks once again as if Sasuke has any other choice.

Moving closer, spreading his knees on the floor while he unties and tugs his lower clothes, Fugaku’s cock is pulled free, standing proud, an alpha cock proudly long and thick. The foreskin is already pulled back so there’s an angry warm color around the glans. Blue veins are prominent, connected to full, heavy balls. It’s an alpha cock wanting to wreck the tight breeding hole of Sasuke, and Sasuke wants it. 

He’s drooling at the sight of it.

“Tsk, my little omega bitch,” says Itachi, softly despite the rude name. And with no real objections, he’s the one that lifts Sasuke’s chin because, just as his father has been thinking, Itachi knows that Sasuke has no choice but to accept the intrusion inside his pretty mouth. Accept everything from them.

Guiding his cock to the boy's lips, pushing it, Fugaku's tip leaks alpha pre-cum into the mouth. Sasuke wraps the glans, moaning around it as his father strokes the rest of his large, fertile meat. 

Soon, Sasuke will be fuller and then more happier days will come. It will be their own flourishing peace.

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Naturally, sometimes, it was like a reminiscence from the past. Every time Sasuke opens his milky legs for his older brother while Fugaku watches them, there are brief moments where the adult alpha can see Mikoto on his bed all over again.

Sasuke just looks so beautiful like she was — the small frown on porcelain skin, the large eyelashes making shadows over blushing cheeks, the pretty shape of a nose, plump lips moaning sweet noises repeatedly.

Their hair color and skin are the same, and sometimes, like tonight, when Itachi fucks his little brother from behind and Sasuke has his arms extended, palms supporting his thin figure over his father’s bed while perky and rosy nipples kept incessantly moving back and forth — Sasuke being just a supple body moving however Itachi wanted him — it’s not difficult for Fugaku to envision a filthy image in which the two omegas he has loved the most press their tits against each other.

It’s the similarities playing with Fugaku’s mind: little omega has so many of the alluring characteristics of Mikoto.

But Fugaku is a widowed alpha and Sasuke is his own self, becoming his own self over the last months. He’s blooming into his own beautiful person, and then, for the mere fact that he has two alphas, he will gift the clan with more pups than Mikoto did. Perhaps Sasuke will have more pretty tits than her because his pink nipples will be so swollen, a perfect child bride tenderly asking his alphas to help him with the pain before birthing or during lactation. The passing of the years will make Sasuke’s tits become bigger; he’ll reach twenty with breasts still smaller than a woman but perfect for alpha hands to cup.

With these wild thoughts inside his mind, Fugaku stands up, walking towards his bed, reaching his wrist over Sasuke’s scent gland and making the little omega squirm and gasp. Sasuke’s eyes fixed on the crotch of his father, the smallest motion to tilt his head, instinctively filling his nose with the potent alpha smell from Fugaku.

“Soon, my little love. You’ll feel me inside you for the first time in a few days. Are you eager?”

“Yes! Ah—Alpha, please!”

Itachi grunted high. A rough, virile sound. Sasuke’s inside must have tightened around his girth.

“That feels good, my little omega. Keep squeezing it.”

Since the day all this started, the young couple had shared two of Itachi’s ruts already. The two occasions were something for only the two of them: long days in Itachi’s bedroom and too many moans and cries and lewd screams, and too much of young alpha cum inside and all over Sasuke. And during the first rut both brothers had shared, it was inevitable for everyone in the Uchiha estates to know about the questionable relationship between them. But they understood right away that it isn’t illicit, it’s not an affair either. The head of the clan never said anything hastily, therefore it’s approved by him. Or rather, he allows it in such a way that he has already ordered the arrangement of a birth chamber for future use.

It’s also known by the few servants with access to Fugaku’s chambers that in the man’s bed and other surfaces inside the bedroom it’s allowed any kind of obscene acts between the brothers, but the workers know better than gossiping or speaking loudly about it. They just obey if something is required on those nights and keep cleaning the next morning.

And if on nights like this the younger alpha has any thought about his little omega lusting after someone else’s big cock (as in Itachi isn’t ‘enough’ for little Sasuke), he has never externalized such thoughts. But Fugaku is still the clan’s head, he’s not a regular alpha with a big cock. He can make it easy with just an order and a hard stare that no one from the council or any prudish elder forbade Itachi to marry his own little brother. Or stop them to make ill-gossips that could reach Sasuke's ears...

In any case, Fugaku thinks that his firstborn enjoys too much watching and feeling Sasuke as he behaves like a cheap but sweet whore after spending time in the kitchen, his nest or working in Mikoto’s room (now Sasuke’s to use). Fugaku is sure that Itachi cannot dispute that his little omega has a higher lewd sense of his own body now and has learned how to take Itachi’s alpha cock like no one else can, all thanks to the permission of their father, his teaching and adult advice, without leaving aside that all of his acts affirm that nothing of this is wrong; they’re safe inside this little family of three.

Sasuke is free to love his older brother dearly while bouncing himself on Itachi’s leaky and virile cock at the same time he sucks on his father’s maturer cock, or while little omega lifts his peachy ass into the air, not much embarrassed now as he wiggles it, alluring and begging his alphas to put anything where he needs it the most. It’s like playing, the discovery of so many pleasurable games, asking for a finger, a tongue, Itachi’s cock or anything that can reach Sasuke’s sweet spots. Just three days ago, Fugaku asked a servant to bring a clean cucumber to his chamber — firm, not brittle — and the older alpha had seen how much Itachi enjoyed watching them, Fugaku behind Sasuke and showing his oldest son how their little omega’s hole can stretch its edges around the object, seemingly the same size as Fugaku’s.

Another fresh cucumber has already been used tonight. This time Itachi was the one to push it inside his little brother’s sweaty and slicked body, forcing a first obscene orgasm and immediately pulling the green length out to take a long look at the gaping hole before starting to fuck his future mate.

Some minutes later, in the present, Sasuke is sweetly gasping with Itachi’s cock thrusting against his soft inside as Fugaku uses his free hand to touch one of Sasuke’s tits, and while the parent is still scenting him with a wrist rubbing over the scent gland, he also pinches the small nipple, twisting and giving it a rough tug.

“You’ll keep being a good boy so one day this pretty thing can drip milk, umm, my little love?”

“Yes, F-Father… I’ll be a good boy!”

Fugaku didn’t release the rosy skin. It’s a regular thing now, since the day he found Sasuke with his older brother’s cock buried inside him. It’s no longer an impure thought, all thanks to his own pups.

In fact, it’s thanks to them that the adult alpha has allowed himself to make whatever he wants with those pretty little tits of Sasuke, or any part of the little omega, for that matter.

Fugaku is about to speak again and praise Sasuke more, but Itachi’s voice speaks first.

“Would you like to sit down on your brother-alpha’s cock so Father can play with your tits better, omega?”

Something in Fugaku’s chest whirred, but it’s not an ugly feeling. On the contrary, he feels proud of Itachi’s words.

Both alphas have already had conversations about the following arrangements prior to Sasuke’s first heat. Long talks about the sexual dynamics to engage as well. In them, Fugaku has made it clear to his oldest son that he will fuck Sasuke, something that no one can stop, but he also clarified about his intention of fucking the omega when he’s more tempting and ready to take an adult, maturer cock. 

Perhaps Itachi would have liked to figure out a way to stop that fate, but in the end he accepted it, mostly convinced by his father’s words: You shouldn’t deny your little omega the pleasure his body asks for...

Because if Itachi had wanted to keep his little brother as a secret from prying eyes or take him away from home where they could build a new life — only the two of them and their pups — then Itachi should have made sure that his own father hadn’t found them in the first place, and he should have recognized earlier the lust that Fugaku started to feel towards his own youngest son. 

If he wanted to keep Sasuke only for himself, Itachi should have made sure that his little brother hadn’t seen the big cock of their own father, one healthy and impressive length that the natural desires of Sasuke’s omega spirit evidently want.

But things happened, months passed, and Sasuke loves his older brother like no one else and has accepted his approaching future as a little mate and wife, but at the same time all the words from his father and his praise have reached the little omega’s heart and body too. Sasuke’s scent is the sweetest when Fugaku and Itachi tell him about impregnating him, so Sasuke needs to be used by two cocks. He wants to see his belly swollen, just like his father has promised will happen since the day he lost his virginity to his own brother. He wants to feel so loved by his close family. Little omega wants to stay in the luxury of the Uchiha states, his clan, spoiled to his heart content by his alphas, and in turn give them precious pups.

Itachi can’t take that away from him.

With that conclusion, perhaps Fugaku’s words about Sasuke’s pleasure have really sunk into Itachi’s mind, and that’s why he’s finally allowing their alpha father’s participation in a more open, welcomed way.

Itachi’s words are remarkably different, the first of their type in Fugaku’s bedroom.

In their own intimacy, when Sasuke sleeps in his older brother’s bed or when they hug or fuck in Sasuke’s nest, Fugaku doesn’t hold any doubt about the sweet and soft murmurs that Itachi says to his brother in their own comforting bubble. Or at least, Fugaku can be sure that there isn’t any harsh word slipping from Itachi’s mouth towards Sasuke. It’s different from the ones that sometimes are pronounced in the nights over Fugaku’s bed. On those nights while their father watches them, besides some of Itachi’s demands and orders to Sasuke such as ‘fuck yourself harder on my cock’ or ‘do it better’, Itachi has even called Sasuke as ‘my little omega bitch’ or ‘dad’s slut’ time to time.

Fugaku has repressed himself from chuckling at such behaviors displayed by Itachi’s jealousy. The adult alpha understands that it’s natural, instinctively. Itachi is young and has found his soulmate, the only omega he will ever bite, so the green-eyed monster residing in his heart is something expected, Fugaku can see it. 

But tonight, so close to Sasuke’s heat, Itachi has finally decided over the omega’s pleasure and has said something that will make him cry of joy and feel more adored.

Perhaps Itachi has realized that instead of thinking that his father’s acts are a way to take Sasuke’s attention and love away from him, it’s better to focus on Sasuke’s pleasure and omegan desires. 

Right now, Fugaku sees how Itachi hasn’t even waited for Sasuke’s answer. He’s squeezing the thin waist, changing their position in a swift motion, Sasuke’s back against the chest of his older brother, cock still buried in the breeding hole. 

“Alpha!” Sasuke cries, still so sensitive for being fucked with the vegetable before and now suddenly impaled on Itachi’s alpha cock. They’re unmoving, their connected bodies remaining still for a little bit as Itachi murmurs over Sasuke’s ear as he fixes his eyes on Fugaku.

“Don’t you want your father to bite your slutty tits, my little omega?”

Sasuke whimpers, for a moment not sure what to do with his hands. Reach them out towards his father? Touch himself? Grip his young alpha’s knees for support? But one thing is clear: He needs the mouth of his own father on him.

“Yes, my alpha-brother! My alpha-father! I want it!” Sasuke decides to place his hands on his tits, little fingers touching himself in a sinuously way as he circles his hips on Itachi’s hard flesh with the help of said alpha. “Father, please, I need you too!”

This is perfect. Just three or four days away from Sasuke’s heat, and the little omega is acting like a whore. A sweet one, but a whore nonetheless. He’s still twelve, but the heavy stimulation to which he has been subjected has accelerated things, with medical exams confirming the completion of the last necessary changes inside Sasuke’s body. He’s now a little sweet whore with a developed womb who knows how to move and what to say, exactly like Fugaku has dreamed.

“As you desire, my little love,” Fugaku murmurs over Sasuke’s skin before he uses his tongue first, and then he devours the pretty pink nubs, and if his teeth aren’t gripping and tugging one nipple, then his fingers are squeezing it. 

It shifts into a slow sex, Sasuke still making circle motions but never faltering in his pace, slightly leaning on his father as Itachi is grabbing and pulling one milky arm to keep Sasuke in place. 

“Alphas… love you! F-feels so… so good!”

When Sasuke cums, Fugaku pulls back.

“Fuck him hard now, still with him facing me,” Fugaku says as he starts to untie the last piece of his lower clothes. This time he’ll rub his glans in Sasuke’s swollen and sensitive tits, then he will paint them with his heavy load.

“No need to tell me, Father.”

Sasuke barely mumbles something. Now that his hole has learned how to take cock over the last months, it’s easy for Itachi to fuck him with ease as they all hear how the omega hole is squelching loudly.

“That’s a good boy.”

The changes in the early morning are highly perceived by the two alphas.

Sasuke is in heat.

His omega biological and hormonal completion has reached its end. Not even fourteen or fifteen like other young male omegas and he’s already so fertile, the womb inside him waiting to be impregnated.

Last night, when Sasuke was on the threshold of his first heat, the telltales included a little fever, curling up inside of his nest, a weird feeling in his tummy that tea helped to calm, and the inevitable calls for his alphas.

Itachi stayed in Sasuke’s nest, murmuring more words of love and encouraging Sasuke to sleep, but this morning, while Itachi carries a whining Sasuke in his arms — little omega’s forehead warmer in fever — walking along their father towards his bedroom, Fugaku can perceive a mixture of anticipation and nervousness on Itachi. It’s another thing expected, Fugaku is aware that the young alpha is thinking about his responsibilities for taking good care of Sasuke’s needs. Itachi must show control, affection, strength, everything to satiate the approaching heavy sensations of Sasuke’s body.

“You will do fine. You’re my son, my oldest, an alpha of whom I’m greatly proud. This day and the following ones, you’ll show all the love you have for Sasuke, and in turn, he’ll fall in love with you more.”

“Thank you, Father.” Itachi pauses, swallowing before opening his mouth again. “I also thank you for all your help, despite the harsh traits I may have shown before. And in advance, I thank you for your presence today and the next ones as well. You will also take great care of him, perhaps better than anything I could do.”

“Don’t undervalue your capabilities, but I’m glad to hear this, Itachi. I know this is not conventional, but we have been blessed with a precious omega in our family.” Fugaku takes a look at Sasuke. He’s softly painting and gripping Itachi’s neck as if leaving his side would be the worst thing to happen. “Honestly, when I think about it, I cannot bear the idea of having given him to another alpha, and I know it’s not that easy for you to share him with me, but I promise you that both of you will have a plenty life under my care, and after I die, I know you’ll keep taking good care of him and... our pups.”

After that, the only sounds are Sasuke’s soft noises. Itachi keeps kissing him, no longer too anxious about intrusive ideas such as making his little omega cry for pain, or fucking him without enough concentration and hurting him somehow. Or, worse, feeling cramps and tiredness that would not let him move like Sasuke might need.

“Itachi… Father… need you, please—”

Both alphas smile.

“So cute, my little omega,” Itachi says against a blushing cheek. “Don’t worry, pretty, we’ll make you feel good.”

Fugaku feels proud again, but as soon as he sees the end of the corridor that leads to his bedroom and two servants lowering their heads before moving away through a small sliding door to disappear, he can’t stop it and feels a notable pulsation in his cock.

The day has finally arrived. Today he’ll fuck the little breeding hole of his youngest son.

“Itachi, as we had spoken before, we’ll force him to eat a healthy breakfast first and take medicine. It’s already served in my bedroom. After waiting for a bit, then you’ll shower with him and make slow love there... Then, until his heat is completed, he’ll beg us, instincts taking control of him, and I don’t plan to ignore any of his pleas.”

“Me neither,” Itachi confirms, squeezing a little harder the omega in his arms.

They arrive at Fugaku’s bedroom.

“You’re so wet, my little love. You can’t stop loving your alphas this much, uh?”

“Ah! I’m yours, Father!”

Sasuke is hydrated and fed. Not only by the nutrients in his body now, replenishing his energy levels, but by his older brother’s semen. Perhaps the young virility of that alpha substance has already reached Sasuke’s womb, planting a pup there.

Fugaku’s next. 

With Itachi’s help, Sasuke is face down, his ass up… Such a cute pair of buns, rounded and fitting perfectly in Fugaku’s hands as he spreads them, revealing more of the mixture of omega slicking and alpha cum dripping from Sasuke’s hole. All the rest is pink skin, inviting. Delectable. 

And in this position, the omega channel becomes much shorter... Fugaku, being very large, is going to fuck that hole till the deepest part of his own son is full of him. Little omega will scream and moan, wanting for more, for his father to thrust his heavy cock, begging him to empty his balls inside.

The elastic flesh of Sasuke will adapt around the hard, thicker and more mature cock. 

It’s what Fugaku has wanted for their first time together: fucking the little omega, now perfectly soft and willingly for a big cock, the adult alpha savoring this precious moment of father and son while Itachi is the one watching them. It’s what has been agreed upon today between the two alphas. After that, they will keep fucking Sasuke in turns or manhandling him with a cock buried in his little hole while another cock is using his mouth, this for the rest of the day. Tomorrow both alphas will put their cocks into Sasuke’s hole at once, in that same elastic flesh, pouring the mix of their semen into the warm breeding channel.

Fugaku starts.

“Good little omega,” he says, on his knees behind his son and holding him by his adorable bottom. He sees how Sasuke can’t wait and pushes his pretty ass higher in the air, asking for an alpha cock to fill the emptiness. He has done it many times before with his older brother, but now Sasuke is more needy thanks to his heat, and like this, he’s gorgeous. Utterly perfect.

This sight of Fugaku’s thick, adult cock so close to the slender, milky white body makes something possessive come alive inside him, a twisted and hungry love, and not wasting more time, the bulbous head of Fugaku’s cock kisses the slicking entrance, and the hands move up to Sasuke’s thin waist, gripping the porcelain skin tighter. The room feels too warm; there’s a loud beat in the alpha’s ears for the blood roaring in his veins; Itachi’s heavy gaze is upon them, but all Fugaku can focus on is how his fat glans begins to disappear inside Sasuke’s pretty hole. It’s tight. So wet too.

He presses more forward, not letting Sasuke adjust, though it’s not really necessary if he's not in pain. Fugaku’s alpha pre-cum leaks into, helping to the sensation of wetness, and more inches are inside.

“Fuck.”

Seeing how that tender skin is being stretched and accepting the robust alpha girth of his cock fills Fugaku with bliss and possessive desire.

It feels so incredible.

A filthy thought crosses his mind, one that he shouldn't have. Or rather, it’s more of a confirmation: even previously used, the hole of such a small body is better than any other virginal hole that Fugaku has fucked. How old was the youngest omega Fugaku had fucked before Sasuke? Fifteen? Fourteen? In any case, no hole has ever come close to being this heavenly sensation as this one. Small but so wet. It goes without saying that Sasuke’s slutty breeding hole has surpassed Fugaku’s late wife. It’s the best little thing that he has ever fucked.

“Fuck, my little omega,” Fugaku pronounces almost in alpha command voice. “My little bitch!”

Keeping his son’s body steady, he presses more forward, a swift motion, and he reaches deeper, halfway buried inside where Sasuke starts to suck him. 

“That’s it, little omega, take it, love it,” Fugaku continues, his voice practically carrying a warning. “You’re made to be fucked by my alpha cock.”

“Alpha, alpha, alpha…! ” 

“He has closed his eyes and his face is already distorted... how cute,” Itachi describes.

Those words haven’t reached Fugaku's ears, though. He presses down with his hips, turning his own son into his real new bitch, and Sasuke trembles but for pure pleasure, his mind clouded by pheromones and omegan primal desires starting to be satiated. Sasuke is doing nothing but accepting more of his father.

It’s splendid. Little omega is opening for Fugaku in such a lovely way, just as he has learned to and how his own nature wants. The suction continues, even if it’s so tight in there, but nothing can stop it. The slutty hole keeps accepting the hard cock until Fugaku’s pelvis touches the immaculate skin, strong body against a small, perky bottom. The alpha groans like a crazy animal, feeling how the bulbous head of his cock hit Sasuke’s deepest velvet spot. 

“You’re simply perfect. All of you,” he says, aware of how praises make pretty omegas in heat feel more pliable. “Your little hole feels so nice, my love. It’s better than I imagined.” 

“R-really, Father?” 

“Better than any virgin princess. So good that I could fuck you every day.”

They’re both finally in a mating press, Fugaku’s cock deep down into the little omega’s hole.

As he leans on a bit, reaching one arm out to grip Sasuke’s neck, Fugaku inhales hard through his nose, both for the incredible feeling around his cock as well as for the sweet scent of Sasuke around the bedroom.

“Ah! Please…!”

“I know, my little love. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll cry. That’s what you want, hm?”

Sasuke already whimpers, but despite the overwhelming sensation in his hole and belly and the initial little pain for taking an adult alpha cock, his primal desires have taken total control all over him. His body knows that only a knot and being filled with cum can satiate him before the process needs to be repeated (being fucked, being knotted, being bred) until the last day of his heat, one wave after another.

Fugaku feels his little son’s ass wiggle just a little bit, luring him to start to thrust into him and hit all the right spots. Little omega needs to be taken and ravished, even more with that big alpha cock finally available for him. Only one beat later, and Fugaku pulled his hips back, sliding out from the slobbery little omega but not letting his glans abandon the delicious inner walls, now twitching violently. It’s a contradiction: Sasuke not wanting the cock to pull out any of the inches outside his hole, but begging to be fucked with hard, experienced thrusts.

With a rough push, Fugaku drills back in full force, both hands on Sasuke’s hips now. 

“Alpha!”

“You like that? You like your own father’s big cock?”

“Yes, yes! I love it— ah… ! More! More!”

Fugaku pulls out half-way before going forward again, deciding to make shorter thrusts, giving his little omega son a fast pace pounding, fucking him over and over again, relentless. Filthy squelching sounds fill the room along with the sweet scent of Sasuke and the potent musky scent of Fugaku.

Fugaku traces his proud eyes down Sasuke’s naked body until he can see the perfect union between father and son. Then he looks up to Itachi, the younger alpha kneeling on the bed as he’s stroking his cock.

Wait, the eyes of Fugaku warn him. Just more thrusts until Sasuke feels his second orgasm that day, and then Itachi can use his little mouth as he pleases, overstimulating him, helping the little omega to always feel loved.

Fugaku looks down at Sasuke’s little body again, hearing his moans with attention. Seeing how his little son is unable to resist his big cock, even with that apparent fragile frame of his lean body but just accepting his place under Fugaku’s larger body. It’s really a delectable sight.

“And my cum, my little bitch? You want me to fill you?” Fugaku pulls his son’s hip to him while he thrusts forward hard until he’s balls-deep inside once again.

“Fill me, alpha! I want all your pups… Yes, yes, yes! ”

Keeping one knee on the bed, Fugaku lifts and bends his other leg at the knee, his foot firmly planted on the bed. Sasuke feels the drastic change; his pink mouth opens in a surprised but pleasurable scream. Fugaku doesn’t stop fucking and fucking Sasuke like this, in a more violent pace while his cock feels like it's going extra deep. It’s a position for dominant sex and the little omega in heat loves it. In the back of his clouded mind, Sasuke knows he’s getting pregnant on this first day of his first heat, and his body is working hard on this, opening for the perfect virile alpha cock, wanting not only the things a little son will ever want finding in a male parent, but so much more.

“You like this, my little love? You like that your future mate watches you being bred by my cock?” Fugaku says, furrowed brows as his thick cock brutalizes his own son, rearranging his guts, pressing into velvety walls that an adult man shouldn’t normally use, even if a begging womb is inside. Sasuke cannot answer. “But you need to know, my little son, that you will never feel any other alpha’s cock. You’re our bitch!” Fugaku continues, noticing his oldest son moving closer to Sasuke.

Itachi placed a hand around Sasuke’s nape, keeping him in place, soft voice despite his next words. 

“I’ll kill anyone if one day you let another alpha fuck you. Not even a kiss... You’re not anyone else’s sweet little whore, are you?”

“I-I’m not! Alpha… I—” Sasuke says between muffled sobs and moans, a shred of logic making him feel desperate to see his older brother but not allowed to. “O-only… for my alphas… Ahh!” 

“Good boy,” Itachi praises, releasing Sasuke’s nape, and the little omega tries to look up at him, gasping more little words about never seeing any other alpha ever. Sasuke’s only theirs, he promises. “That’s correct. You only need us.”

Both alphas fall into silence when Fugaku pins Sasuke to the mattress with all the weight of his body, his upper body leaning on more, pushing the whole of Sasuke forward, towering the much smaller body of his son as Fugaku places his palms at each side of Sasuke’s shoulders for support. The milky legs of the little omega couldn’t fight back, they’re too weak compared with the strength of his alphas. His body falls; he has to give in to the pressure above his body, thighs pressing the mattress now but his little ass is slightly up — still seeking to never feel empty — forced to spread more of his legs.

Keeping him like this, flat chest against the bed, the cute sounds from Sasuke’s mouth and hole keep echoing in the large space of the bedroom.

Sasuke cums like this, with his hole stretching open over and over again as his own father continued to fuck him. Another beautiful orgasm, a heavenly gift for his alphas. He could have gone taunt, melting in his omega pleasure as he waits for the knot that will lock him with a fertile alpha, but suddenly his father pulls his cock out, and Sasuke feels alarmed, his heart beating frantically for the unfair emptiness.

“No! No, no, no—”

But little omega can’t show his distress through his scent when Fugaku flips him onto his back.

Fugaku groans at the sight of his little son’s cheeks stained with tears, and for his drooling mouth and blushing cheeks. Nothing they have been doing is wrong because this is perfection. His son is breathtakingly gorgeous.

Fugaku takes Sasuke’s legs, throws both over one firm shoulder, cute feet barely reaching so he leans more over, lifting Sasuke’s hips upwards exactly how he needs him, spreading his breeding hole again, sliding down with such an ease and hence fucking him viciously. Sasuke is a mess of pretty whines and constant moans, begging for the adult alpha to cum into his womb. Fugaku openly smirks, seeing how, through his violent slammings of using the omega as a cocksleeve, Itachi manages to place his little brother’s head on his lap, tilting his slender torso toward him, towards his cock, offering it as a pacifier, a way to help Sasuke be more pliable. Little omega opens his soft, warm mouth, instinctively seeking the taste of alpha pre-cum, allured by the notion of having more thick substance in his belly.

“That’s a good omega boy. You’re doing so good that my heart is inflated with love. Pretty, pretty little brother.”

Sasuke will be officially Itachi’s omega when the time comes, so close now. Itachi’s little mate. Fugaku knows this, respects it, and it’s this lovely sight and the tender moans of Sasuke around his older brother’s glans that is forcing him so close to cum.

“I’m going to fill you up nicely, my love. I’m going to put a pup in you too,” Fugaku practically growls, his eyes slightly open, heavy eyelids under the influence of lust and pleasure. His thrusts are growing more and more harsh, the rhythm of his hips more uncoordinated. When his knot starts to inflate to the point of making the thrusts shallow, catching the external edges of Sasuke’s breeding hole, Fugaku tightens his grips on him with a strength that will leave marks. “Take it!”

Sasuke’s eyes widen and he clenches around his father, mouth almost releasing his older brother’s cockhead but moaning like he’s in pure bliss. It’s one following little orgasm due to the sensations of his father’s growing knot in his overstimulated entrance, and when Fugaku’s head is thrown back, pressing his teeth, the knot is fully expanded to its limits, and the older alpha’s creamy load is spilled deep within the little body as he reaches his peak.

“Little bitch!”

With his quivering body, Sasuke milks his father’s cock for all it’s worth as the alpha keeps still, connected to his own son as he shoots rope after rope of his fertile cum, right there into Sasuke’s womb.

Itachi speaks. “That’s it, Sasuke. All for you. You look so cute like this.”

A little omega loving his father while his insides are impregnated by the same adult’s cum, and loving his future brother-husband’s taste and words.

With the knot locking him to his father and the hands of Itachi caressing his forehead and chest, Sasuke feels like floating around clouds, satiated, loved.

They all love it.

Chapter Text

Fugaku’s bedroom reeks of sex and mingled scents. Sasuke is drenched in sweat, cum and slick — too much. His skin is already marked with light bruises from his alphas’ mouths or fingers, and he hasn’t stopped blushing. Even the appearance of his lower belly, right where his womb is, is starting to get a bit round, and it’s impossible that conception hasn’t occurred yet. But it’s the second day of his heat and they are nowhere near to stop the depravity inside this bedroom. Sasuke’s slender body will continue being manhandled by two alphas. 

Right now, Fugaku is seeing how Itachi flattens a hand over a thin thigh of Sasuke, rubbing up and down the sore muscle there, while he kisses his little brother with languid, gentle motions, his tongue tasting the little innocence left in their omega. It’s a calm moment, they’re relaxed and fed before Sasuke’s scent alerts them about a new wave of heat to be satiated, when no one of them wants for Sasuke’s lower belly to start to hurt, attentive with their little breeding omega.

Itachi and Sasuke, over Fugaku’s bed, are pressed together in an embrace so tightly that the older man wonders if they would start to melt or if Sasuke’s thin figure would disappear, especially because he’s looking so vulnerable and small due to the height difference between the brothers and the discrepancy of their body types, and yet, at the same time, right there at Itachi's side, Sasuke is protected from the harsh world outside. At this moment, he’s truly safe.

It’s a beautiful sight, alluring.

This vision fills Fugaku’s chest of emotions.

He sees how Itachi pulls away, just a minimum distance before starting to kiss Sasuke’s chin and neck, then directly on his scent gland. He takes his time there, licking and grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin, little omega whimpering, his expression hopeful as he gives more access to his future mate — one of the future fathers of his pups.

Then Itachi slowly trails more kisses down his flat chest until his mouth captures a pretty, pert nipple, and he sucks it, rolling his tongue as he continues doing suction over suction. His hands slide down and up across each side of Sasuke’s torso, caressing with adoration the porcelain skin, and then a thumb presses the free nipple with an unmerciful touch.

“A-alpha, so— so good…!” Sasuke gasps, squirming as Itachi takes the little nub between his teeth and tugs from it. “Alpha…!”

Itachi licks it so sinuously like one of the sweetest candies that Sasuke has learned to make before he pulls back, then he moves lower, stopping playing with Sasuke’s tits, shifting until he has his head between the pretty thighs of Sasuke.

“My omega, so, so cute.” This new sight causes Fugaku to trace with one hand the veins on his own cock, readjusting it as it pulsates with interest and desire as the fingers of Itachi push right where Sasuke’s sweet slick is starting to make a new mess. “I’ll take care of you down here, my future little mate, alright?”  

Sasuke flexes his legs up, the inner part of his elbows holding behind his knees, so open and such a lewd pretty boy, and Fugaku salivates when his oldest son leans in and by the sounds of Sasuke gasping, Fugaku knows that Itachi has stuck out his tongue, digging the tip to collect the sweet slick of their little omega. Sasuke’s head throws back, and he visibly struggles to keep his legs up as Itachi creates with his mouth and tongue a series of disinhibited noises in the center of Sasuke’s entrance. 

“Ohhh, a-alpha! Itachi…!”

Fugaku can remember the taste so well. It’s the sweetest, like honey dripping when he had sucked that same part of Sasuke with insistence, sometimes tracing little circles there with his tongue, or tunneling the wet muscle just to fuck the little hole relentlessly. Or even lapping like a dog. 

It’s a few minutes later that Sasuke’s scent increases more, calling for his alphas’ attention to placate the new increasing tension within his womb. 

“Mm,” Itachi murmurs, kissing Sasuke between his legs. “You might be Father’s newest little slut, but you taste like heaven... So cute, omega.”

The little omega’s breaths become too loud and more laboured, and Fugaku moves closer, seduced by the needy smell. His cock is already filled up with blood, the tip reaching up against his stomach, but he ignores it so one of his hands touches in soft circles the flat stomach of Sasuke as he climbs in the bed, strong legs kneeling, sitting down on his heels as Itachi stops playing with Sasuke’s soft entrance, allowing Fugaku to pull the little omega and place him on his lap. 

Sasuke’s arms and legs wrap instinctively around Fugaku, like a piece that fits so easily there, like a little animal knowing instinctively where he needs to be. His soft voice humms for the comfort his body experiences every time he’s like that, naked, against his father's much larger shape.

“Nobody else but your alpha-brother and I will ever get to have you like this... Do you understand, my little love?”

“I do!” Sasuke can barely answer.

They both kiss, Fugaku sliding his tongue inside, swollen lips parting to give him immediate access in a gesture that is too familiar now. Sasuke’s mouth is always so warm and so soft, and Fugaku feels so allured by it that he doesn’t want to pull away yet, making their saliva mingle and their breaths to become one. It shifts into a filthy kiss as the adult’s tongue explores with free reign around the open mouth until he can suck Sasuke’s tongue. His hands hold his son by the hips, pressing him down, and just by the smell and the wet sensation between them, Fugaku knows that his little son’s hole is already quivering and clenching around nothing.

Fugaku pulls away before he kisses Sasuke’s scent gland, feeling the cute, aroused nipples against his broad chest.

“Beautiful,” Fugaku murmurs, enchanted in the incestuous act as Sasuke, without the need of a verbal instruction, starts to roll his hips on Fugaku’s lap. “That’s perfect, my little love.”

Like this, little omega fucks himself on his own father’s cock, little ass bouncing again and again, producing slick and so comfortably stuffing all the inches of hard meat inside his breeding channel, forcing Fugaku to groan as his cock touches the soft inside of a perfect omega over and over. Since Fugaku fucked his little omega for the first time, he hasn’t stopped feeling so proud, and now when Sasuke slightly shifts, finding a better angle to keep fucking his throbbing hole on the alpha cock — to keep behaving like an expert little bich on Fugaku’s lap — his chest warms with this. He’s such a lucky alpha man for having in his home a perfect omega, one who was so willingly to learn how to pleasure his alphas.

“God. Just like that... Keep going, my love.”

It’s not probably, because Fugaku has given strict orders like the exact hours for the food services or the change of dirty mattresses, but if anyone is walking outside the corridor that leads to his chambers —either an ignorant passing-by person or any of Fugaku’s loyal servants — they will hear how Sasuke’s body knows how to make the large length of his own father disappear inside him repeatedly. He has learned so much.

“Such a greedy hole, my little slut,” Fugaku growls, and then he glances at Itachi when the younger alpha moves closer behind Sasuke. “I love when you make a mess on me or over your older brother.”

As in on a cue, Itachi kisses one of Sasuke’s shoulders before he brings his hands to cup the small tits.

“A-alphas!”

“How does he feel, Father?”

“You did a good job with him, Itachi. My little love is so warm and wet, so perfect.”

When Sasuke arches his back in the most pretty way, resting his head against Itachi behind him as his hands grab Fugaku’s shoulders with bruising strength, little hips jerking, the older alpha glances down to where their bodies are joined. His son’s omega cum is dripping down, and when Fugaku looks up at Sasuke’s face, the features on his pretty face are hardened, a sign that Sasuke has found heaven as long as he keeps an alpha cock inside him, and his reward is a big wave of pleasure overflowing him, Sasuke reaching a new orgasm.

The omega whimpers, and Fugaku changes their position, Itachi quickly helping to rest Sasuke’s back against the bed now, milky legs flexing up and opening more instinctively, and Fugaku looks down at his cock pounding into the omega, fucking him through his orgasm, his thrusts unhurried this time, the adult alpha simply continuing to mold the softness of his youngest son, taking his time to fuck the pretty body at one smooth angle that makes Sasuke’s eyes bright with tears.

“You want my cum inside?”

“N-need it… ” Sasuke half-chokes out.

“I know, my love. You're sucking me in." 

Sasuke feels so pliable, so helpless in submission. He’s a little precious mess gifting constant half-sobs to his alphas.

“You look so cute, my little omega. I love you so much.” Lowering himself, Itachi kisses his little brother on the mouth, gently and sweetly, stealing every gasp from him and every single little sound that emerges from his plump lips when Fugaku’s cock hits his cervix.

All three are delighted by the happiness radiating from Sasuke’s scent. He has grown to enjoy these moments.

“Fuck! So good,” Fugaku harshly says after one particular squeeze from his son around him.

A few minutes later, after Fugaku’s first rough thrust of his hips, sheathing himself whole into his boy so hard, his knot starts to expand, his primal instincts driving him towards the unique goal of owning the tight clenches of a fertile omega, making the soft flesh stretch with wet noises, the same flesh that is trying to lock the thick inches of cock every time it nudges against the soft deepest part of Sasuke.

Sasuke smells so sweet — sweeter when the cock cannot slide out anymore, little body being pressed into the bed just as Sasuke is also pulling his father’s figure in with heels digging behind the strong man. His hole is swallowing Fugaku’s whole girth, and Sasuke’s mind doesn’t have any coherent word to say, his logical capacity is destroyed, but it doesn’t matter when his father is fulfilling his promise so well: he’s breeding the little omega hole once again, exactly how Sasuke needs it.

It’s irrevocable. 

“Dad.”

“My little, perfect love.”

Fugaku cums until the last drop is finally reaching Sasuke’s young womb, and they remain in that lovemaking position for some time, Itachi kissing all over his little brother’s face, softly telling him more promises of love.

They never told him about this.

No one has murmured about their intentions of splitting him like a bitch, but both alphas want their little boy to shake and sob and force him to make a wet mess while he takes two cocks at once, forcing him to see stars.

With Itachi lying on his back over many soft pillows, Sasuke is already soaking his alpha cock after being filled by Fugaku just half an hour ago, once again dripping omegan slick from where both brothers are connected now. Sasuke is also faced up, he’s on Itachi’s stomach but with his smaller torso slightly tilted and a hand behind Itachi’s neck so they can kiss anytime they want. One thin leg is flexed up while Itachi is holding behind the knee of his other milky leg, showing their father how they’re joined. Like this and even stuffed already, Sasuke looks so inviting, so open and flexible. Itachi’s other hand is on the little omega’s chest, pressing him down, keeping him against his larger body. They have stopped moving as Fugaku kneels at each side of Itachi’s legs, the soft mattress sinking under his weight, and he hasn’t stopped looking down at the beautiful lewd connection. The adult alpha knows that Sasuke doesn’t need to loosen up further — both alphas have worked so well that little hole to get it prepared — but slightly smirking, he just adds two fingers right along the side of his oldest son’s cock. It’s so warm and wet there, and he can see the shivering in Sasuke's whole body, the light shakes in his stomach. Probably another pretty boy or girl would have tried to pull back, instinctively afraid as the muscles of their lower belly feel alarmed by the unusual intrusion, but Sasuke is made to take cock. Cocks. And they have taught him well (like the unfortunate omegas of a brothel).

It’s time.

“Alphas…?”

They didn’t tell him, but Sasuke’s scent is still the sweetest, calling for them, an unfocused boy softly moaning and trembling, his body recognizing deep inside that he’s under the mercy of two strong alphas and that he can take them.

It’s instinctively when Sasuke tries to reach for Fugaku, stretching his free arm out. “Father…!”

Fugaku pulls his fingers out, briefly glancing back at the locked door. He has already given more orders about no one daring to interrupt them this afternoon — but, just in case, the locked door will keep what is happening hidden away. This is a special moment only for them.

“Do you like to have your older brother inside you, my love?”

“Y-yes…! Love it!”

“Good, my little love. Such a good omega just like your mother was,” Fugaku continues, feeling so emotional all of a sudden. “You will make me happy as she did. You’ll give me more pups.” It isn't a question, even if Sasuke’s still too young to be allowed these kinds of responsibilities. Yet nature and his alphas have turned him into a perfect omega within that small body. Sasuke is a young delicacy ripe that they have had the fortune of picking. 

“I-I want to… I love you, Father!”   

“Think you're ready to take mine inside you as well?”

Fugaku sees how Sasuke’s eyes go wide, even if he must know by the tone used by Fugaku that it’s practically a rhetorical question. All three of them know that little omega has no choice but to accept everything from his alphas, especially during his first heat: they know better than him what he needs and what he’s capable of doing.

Fugaku’s cock is also ready, too rigid and perfect to start a new intrusion, to slide his cock inside the already meaty-busy omega’s tight hole. 

At Sasuke’s initial silence and his next shakily breaths, Itachi whispers more tender promises, kissing gently along the smooth skin he can reach of Sasuke. “Shh, it’s okay. You know I will never hurt you, right? My little omega? You’ll be a good boy for me? For us?”

“Yes,” Sasuke answers without hesitation now, the words of his brother too distracting so he doesn’t see how Fugaku grabs the heavy head of his cock to angle it in against the warm skin of the base of Itachi’s cock. His oldest son growls but it’s a sound of pleasure, of exciting anticipation. They’re so eager to feel how Sasuke can fit both of them inside.

Fugaku will mostly control the motions; he will be more in charge when it comes to thrusts inside the tight entrance, so when he finally starts pushing firmly his adult glans to make room in his son’s hole, Sasuke looks down at the new intrusion, almost in shock.

But nothing can stop this. Nothing can stop how the slicking walls are expanding and opening wider as his father’s cockhead managed to sink into him, there in the same hole where Itachi’s cock is deep inside. 

“You're heaven, my little love. Such a good boy you are,” says Fugaku because he knows very well what kind of effect kind words have on pretty omegas. He’s not usually gentle; not many emotions are shown in his expression, but for Sasuke, he can say so much praise, especially if Fugaku wants and needs it. He has been dreaming about this exact moment — to slide further down onto that tight hole. “Utterly perfect… I’m so proud of you.”

A little whimper and Fugaku’s hand on one of Sasuke’s legs is a tight grip, still pushing and pushing inside the spasming and leaking entrance. It’s burning hot. Yes, so good. Little omega is already full than he ever had been before, but there are more inches waiting outside, so Fugaku leans more forward, practically mounting his omega boy, using the tips of his feet to lift his knees, shifting into a mass of huge desires until his body is against the soft flesh of Sasuke’s flexed tights, and in turn, pretty feet rest over Fugaku’s strong tights, pretty toes curling.

Fugaku is half inside, his balls hung down — big, heavy and prepared to fill their creamy sperm deep down inside Sasuke as soon as Fugaku’s knot inflates once again, this time in a too intimate collaboration with his oldest son. Fugaku takes a very small pause, taking a breath before he inserts more of his meaty inches, and he grunts in pleasure as he’s feeling how both cocks brush one against the other.

Sasuke sobs. Not only Itachi’s cock is still inside him but another alpha is trying with success to enter into him as well.

It’s too much for an intrusion, stretching a little boy so wide, and expected pain is probably making Sasuke feel some level of discomfort, but his tender muscles have been prepared so well by his lovers that Fugaku knows that little omega can handle the two cocks. It's just a little matter of time and then Sasuke will love it. Beg for his father and older brother to fuck him stupid.

Another push and a new moan from Sasuke is the most pretty mix of natural ache and ecstasy that Fugaku has ever heard in all his existence. The big cocks of his alphas must be touching sensitive spots, forcing him to naturally produce more slick, dulling any remaining pain and transmuting it into the same kind of pleasure that a needy whore wants. It’s the best new sensation for the little omega, and it’s evident when Sasuke’s face shifts into that usual expression of him when he reaches his climax and his juice starts normally splashing onto a cock or alpha skin, so now sweet omegan cum is spilling out even if all his edges are so busy with cocks. Sasuke looks at the ceiling in newfound violent shock, not unable to say anything. So sudden but Fugaku can see how it’s the best orgasm that little omega has felt. Sasuke has just cum while his entrance is being forced to open like this. 

“God, you feel so perfect! You came so beautifully, my little omega,” says Itachi, starting a little roll of his hips but unable to actually slide his cock inside yet. He’s just trapped and someone weaker would have whimpered or cummed right now. “Father, Sasuke… it’s so tight.”

Sasuke’s eyes rolled back, his jaw dropping but without saying any scream as his orgasm still crawls into waves after waves throughout his smaller body — it's proof that his alphas really know how to make him feel good and well loved.

Fugaku takes advantage of this, stretching more of Sasuke’s pink, cute hole, now giving him stroke after stroke. It’s so wet; his little boy is so perfect as Fugaku pushes him against Itachi.

“You came from your alphas rubbing your omega hole at once. So cute, my precious little hungry bitch.” Rude terms are normal for them now. Either they use pet names or degrading words, Sasuke accepts all of them and feels equally loved. And for his alphas, it couldn’t develop in any other way, anyway. Little omega is a sweet one, so dutiful with house chores as expected of him to show his pure love to his family and clan, all this while he also craves being used as an alpha cum receptacle.

Fugaku raises his hips a little higher, supporting himself with a hand on the head of the bed above Itachi’s crown, and the next thrust, more violent, sheates his whole length into his omega boy. Yet it’s carefully done, crushing his son but avoiding any possibility of breaking Sasuke’s hipbones.

It’s heaven. Sasuke feels tiny between them. Cute rounded buttocks fitting between two strong pelvis, his hole still in soft convulsions from his previous orgasm. The three of them are one complete unit. One really close family.

Finally, Sasuke finds his voice and yells at the feeling of fullness. 

“So big, alphas…! F-eels… good!”

Itachi obliges Sasuke to kiss as a reward and to steal more of the new whoring moans from the little omega; Fugaku’s face is just a few inches from the tender act, heavy body against his two sons, remaining still for a few moments, giving them time to adjust, before he pulls his cock out of Sasuke’s so tight hole just to dive back in with full force.

Sasuke screams, and Itachi loudly grunts.

“Fuck!” In unison, both alphas pronounce.

Once again with his jaw dropping, Sasuke is overwhelmed as his hole stretches open again and again every time Fugaku draws his cock back out and slides back in, fucking his rigid length inside his own youngest son and stimulating the cock of his oldest. Itachi’s grip on Sasuke must be suffocating, as must feeling every motion from his father against his own cock.

“God. Love you so much, omega… You’re making us so happy.” Itachi sounds now like an intoxicated man with the heat of Sasuke’s inner walls. “I do really love you so much! You’ll give me a bigger family, mh?” 

Yes. Both alphas are going to shoot the insides of their little omega, so full it would leak out. Then they’ll repeat this same scandalous act later and the next days, and perhaps they won’t even let the pretty hole of Sasuke snap back to his natural tightness, not until his heat is fully completed. But Sasuke will love that… It's clear now that his heat will be long; he will keep producing more honey. So wet, so candid.

Sasuke will continue loving them while he can be so easily manhandled, scratching that slut omegan itch deep inside him with their cocks.

Just like now with Itachi and Fugaku keeping him full while Sasuke’s moans make it so evident that he loves the feel of cocks. His good alphas are still teaching him how he loves getting fucked, and any little remaining pain is dissipated. Sasuke’s expression isn’t one of surprise anymore; the sensations of his body are pure pleasure. 

“Ah! Please…! Don’t stop… need you. More!”

Fugaku softly chuckles, he won’t stop soon.

“I know, pretty omega.” Fugaku keeps thrusting into Sasuke again and again. Itachi is barely moving but he’s finally sliding his cock in careful motions, trying not to slip out from Sasuke as his father instructed him in previous meetings. In the future, there are so many other positions they could try — such as Sasuke bouncing in their cocks, even using a rope hanging from the roof or something to help him — the same positions depicted in the illustrations shown to Itachi by Fugaku.

“Alphas…! So g-good!” Sasuke looks so defenseless against pleasure.

“I know. You need your alphas to fuck you pregnant.” Fugaku says. It wasn’t a question. Then, in a growl, "God, you're sucking me in now. We’re going to make you round and fat with our pups!”

“Yes! More!”

“What a slut, my pretty little omega,” Itachi affirms, a moan leaving his mouth next. 

Fugaku looks at Itachi. He’s so beautiful too, one really handsome alpha and Fugaku doesn’t have any doubts that he will be an excellent future clan’s head.

“So good. Both of you,” Fugaku decides to affirm.

Itachi stares back at him. “It’s better than I ever anticipated or could have imagined. Feel so perfect inside…”

It’s the complete acceptance of Itachi to this new family dynamic. It’s Itachi’s affirmation that fucking his little brother along with another cock is the best decision ever. It just feels so good, like heaven, exactly as Fugaku feels too.

"He's just too perfect like this,” Fugaku says with a deep, rough voice, continuing with his experienced thrusts. “So perfect for us to use.”

Sasuke is in a trance now. A drooling doll.

He’s so full and yet he’s getting a relentless pounding, even more when, after a nod made by Fugaku, Itachi starts hitting the inside of the little omega with more constant thrusts, pulling out and thrusting back with perfect rhythm, reaching a nice pace along his father and taking deliberate turns to fuck Sasuke, and both alphas can feel how intense this is for little omega, swallowing them right up.

“So good!” Itachi groans. “Your slutty hole is a heaven.” 

“Yes… yes… yes…” Sasuke can’t stop saying in barely soft murmurs.

It’s utter bliss. Fugaku feels a whirlwind of euphoria as he fucks that tight heat with Itachi’s cock pressing up against him too. They’re ruining Sasuke’s little hole; it filthy and the adult alpha absolutely loves it.

Fugaku leans in for a kiss, and it’s just seconds later that Sasuke releases a keening wail, drowned against the motions of his father’s mouth on him. Poor thing, overstimulated without a break as his alphas keep fucking into him unrestrained, chasing their own climax. And little omega is so perfect that just a few thrusts later he makes both alpha Uchiha cum almost at the same time, just a few seconds of difference, though only Itachi’s knot can barely catch the edges of the breeding hole. Fugaku is delighted anyway; he can feel how instinctively Sasuke’s hole is clenching in a slutty attempt to keep them inside, weak and with an alpha knot practically hurting him, but still trying to keep feeling so full. Like this, abundant white seed is flooding the teen’s inside, impregnating him.

“That’s it! Take it, my little love. Such a good boy, all for us.”

Breathlessly, Sasuke can’t answer as long as they’re filling him to the brim with warm cum. His omegan womb is perceiving the sensations and forces him to keep motionless. Right now and even so young, Sasuke is a real bitch. 

They’re one, tangled in a mess of limbs and sweat and scents, immensely pleasant, but Fugaku sneaks a hand between Sasuke and him to place it and rub it over the soft belly of the omega, then he presses there, feeling how utterly stuffed Sasuke is with his alphas. Fugaku doesn’t pull his cock out of Sasuke’s abused hole yet. Neither Itachi, both too busy thinking about what their little omega will look like in the next few months—a sweet pregnant boy.

“I love you. Both of you,” Fugaku says in a soft breath, just waiting for his knot to deflate but content with life. As alphas, they know that Sasuke feels warm and secure between their bodies, protected by their arms and the scents surrounding him, loving him.

Under the heavy gazes of Fugaku and Itachi, the midwife – an old woman skilled at palpation – finally confirmed it will be twins at five months of pregnancy, and despite the questionable circumstances around the pregnancy, no clan member or servant thinks ill about it anymore, not when they see Sasuke’s eyes looking so happy, feeling so accomplished now at the tender age of thirteen, belly visible rounded under his kimonos and carrying the next heirs of the clan. They also know better than to question something that the head of the clan has allowed anyway. (The pups being a product of an incestuous relationship between brothers — this for the majority living in the Uchiha estates. Then, for the closer and more loyal servants of Fugaku, the pups actually having two alpha fathers; conception happened during the first heat of such a young boy. A new young mommy after his own father and his own brother took turns with him, or fucked him at once).

Sasuke is pregnant like he is meant to be, and like this, Sasuke is unusually bratty. Sometimes grumpy, sometimes so tired. Still the cutest, though, and his alphas only want to spoil him, knowing that their growing pups demand a lot from their little omega, so care is being taken seriously, following every advice from the midwife, wanting to avoid as much as possible a premature delivery or any other problem. 

Sasuke is not allowed to make many things — being fucked by two cocks in his omegan fuckhole at once is one of those many things. Everyone is concerned about any possible risk that naturally comes with having twins (and in such a young body), but Sasuke likes to stay in his nest almost all the time anyway; it’s his instincts, futon over futon and the most soft pillows arranged to keep him comfortable as his pregnancy progresses. The scents of his alphas are all over his special corner, in every single item of his nest.

Itachi sleeps with him there almost every night, but if not sleeping, then they kiss and touch each other with love. Their sex is mostly slow, practically one of Itachi’s responsibilities, Sasuke lying on his side with the alpha behind him as Itachi’s cock carefully slides inside, or little omega on top of his brother-alpha’s cock for comfort while the older boy murmurs, ‘I’m so proud of you’ and ‘You look even prettier carrying our pups’ against Sasuke’s neck or mouth over and over.

At six months, a private wedding happens — a bigger one will occur after the Uchiha pups delivery — clan council’s members have nothing to protest about it. That night Itachi bites Sasuke’s mating gland, piercing through the skin, making the little pregnant boy cum with a scream, fuckhole so wet and opening around the virile cock of his now husband, slick dripping down all over alpha balls. Itachi’s teeth only pull back until blood spills and the mating claim settles within his little brother-wife, a knot locking them together.

For that night they’re alone, lost in the overwhelming love that each one feels for each other, both dazed and so happy.

And every following night, before sleeping, Itachi nurses his little omega’s nipples like a starving pup — even if he isn’t drinking anything yet — but it’s good stimulation on those future cute mommy tits so they can start to produce milk at least one month before the twins arrive. It’s what Fugaku advises them, to enjoy and take care of those puffy nipples that would feed their future pups just a few months away.

And Fugaku knows it’s always tender, love always flourishing between his sons.

Sometimes, though, little omega wants more, desire thrumming through his body. Itachi indulges him, fucking his little wife harder. But Sasuke still needs his other alpha, no matter that his scent gland is already claimed by another alpha; and for Fugaku to deep-penetrating a pregnant boy who’s carrying his growing pups is the absolute best thing in the world.

He really can’t feel more proud.

He fucks little omega from behind the days he begs for the maturer cock. Itachi’s watchful eyes on them. (Or Itachi’s cock carefully placed between Sasuke’s lips, because the taste that little omega craves the most is his alphas’. Itachi would say, ‘Yes, my little omega… Love my cock with your beautiful mouth. Fill your belly more’ ).

They’re in Sasuke’s nest now, on the soft material of a luxury futon; little omega is stubborn and has asked his father to fuck him in his nest instead of Fugaku’s bedroom, even pouting a bit to make sure his father won’t say any excuses about their incestuous acts there, risking that other people might hear; but the older alpha has no real reasons to deny him. It will be fine. 

Fugaku’s thrusts are deliberately done, focused on being extra careful as he feels Sasuke’s inside squeezing his cock — as they make love. So beautiful little omega, heavy with pups, and Fugaku’s eyes narrow down to the naked skin, to the perfect curve of Sasuke’s little ass, watching entranced.

For tonight, Fugaku has placed behind in squatting position, body weight on his feet while his strong hips and knees are bent to lower his body at an adequate level, thrusting and thrusting as he holds Sasuke’s hips, back and forward, back and forward and repeating it, and Sasuke is so cute, reaching an arm behind, placing one of his hands on one of Fugaku’s, face tilting to the side to see Itachi or sometimes trying to see his father despite the effort of his now more heavy body.

They cum like this together, and Fugaku feels so enamored that he continues fucking the boy after his knot softens, this time slower. They fuck again in the sexual position that he has liked the most during the last months, having his youngest son on top of him, the man lying on soft fabric, supported on his elbows to have a good look at his little son. Sasuke knows how to move when he’s like this, legs open on each side of his father, sitting down on that sturdy cock he loves so much as he leans back a bit with his arms supporting his body, hands firmly pressing on his father’s legs — nails digging into his skin, sharpening — while his hips work on that cock. Before, when Sasuke had been seeking his orgasms and his father’s knot (or Itachi’s or both at the same time) after his first heat, fucking himself hard as he bounced and bounced like the little bitch his alphas had called him, it had been paradise every time; but little omega is visible pregnant now and so he has Fugaku’s whole length inside him as he moves in a slow, sinuous way, circling his hips in little motions and creating a visually captivating rhythm. But with Sasuke’s belly bigger and more rounded, Itachi always helps him by moving behind him. To help his little omega use his body over their own father with candent, gentle motions. Sasuke’s shoulders rest on the firm chest of Itachi, the younger alpha so attentive with his brother-wife as Fugaku doesn’t stop drifting his eyes over the perfect tits, over the pregnant belly, and the wet mess that Sasuke has caused where they are connected. Always so aroused.

“Love y-you so much, alphas…!”

They know.

They also love their perfect little omega.

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∘°∘♡∘°∘

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The pups are in Fugaku’s arms, sleeping, safe with him. They have such tiny features, but they’re the perfect mix of the Uchiha clan. Fugaku can’t feel more proud.

A few steps ahead, Sasuke is promising to his older brother that he will always love him, again, again and again, with words full of devotion and happiness in front of more people present.

Sasuke glances at his father too, seeing the little pups they have created with the warmest eyes Fugaku has ever seen. 

It’s the continuation of their beautiful family, and Fugaku promises to himself that he and Itachi will keep Sasuke always full of love.