Disclaimer - Naruto doesn't belong to me. I don't think anyone wants that to happen, really, given my track record with crack.
May 12, 2014. Bunny from a tumblr post: "I really want an "I accidentally broke into your house/apartment because my friend lives next door to you and I was in the area, drunk, and I thoughtI was climbing into the right window and falling asleep on the right couch (and I did wonder when my friend got two cats but I didn't question it) so now I'm hungover and shirtless in your living room so um hi how ya doin" au." As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.
He weaved, bumping and bouncing off the walls of the hallway. Which door was it again? Had he lost count? No, this was the fifth door. His door. What the hell had been in that drink anyways? Couldn't have just been sake. Could it?
Deidara opened the door, grateful he didn't have to worry about unlocking it or doing any complicated jutsus in his condition. Kisame would probably say he was drunk off his ass while Hidan would probably call him a pussy for being such a lightweight. But really, when did he really need to drink? He couldn't make any art worth shit drunk. He'd tried once and when he woke up, had flattened and squished the results out of existence. It was just... unworthy of an artist of his caliber.
He closed the door and leaned up against it. How had he ended up drunk again? Oh yeah, it was Hidan's fault. Kept going on about how Deidara probably couldn't even keep half a glass of sake down, much less function. He took him up on it and told Kisame to pour him a whole glass, wanting nothing more to win the bet and not have to go out for supplies with Tobi. Idiot liked to window shop and it took them twice as long to get done. Even after flying there and back instead of walking. His partner got excited over the littlest things and it drove him nuts!
Look at him, even now, drunk, his partner was still annoying him. He pushed off the door and staggered to the bed, shedding his robe, both shirts, and his shoes. He stopped at the edge, flipping the covers up and falling in, not noticing the bed was already occupied or that his head was now using the occupant's chest as a pillow. The covers landed on his back, his legs still sticking out, off the bed.
"Senpai?" Tobi whispered. He was pretty sure it was Deidara. No one else had hair that long after all. He spoke up, repeating his question, but the only response he got was a hand coming up around his midsection and tightening. The mouth on the hand licked his skin, tasting it and nibbling lightly before Deidara turned over on his side, pulling his legs under the covers.
"SENPAI IS SLEEPING WITH TOBI!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"SHUT UP, IDIOT!"
"TRYING TO SLEEP, DO YOU MIND?"
"GOOD FOR YOU, NOW SHUT IT ASSHOLE."
"HE'S DRUNK. IT DOESN'T COUNT."
Well, that wasn't completely unexpected, but he had been hoping for a response from the man lying on him, well, besides having the other hand lick him. It settled down after a moment or two. He petted his partner's head breifly before putting his arms around him and going to sleep, knowing full well when Deidara woke up, he'd be bombed into the next country.