AUTHOR'S NOTE :
Title : Man - dom
Prompt : Bachelor Parties
The funny thing about this first chapter of the drabble, is that I just recently watched a show regarding weddings on some celebrity gossip channel, Pre-, Pres-, and -Post, and its Do's and Don't's, and I honestly just had the fucking giggles how superficial, yet so accurate it was. I don't know, I'm still stifling the giggles I had from that other night. Inspiration is an understatement, sometimes. I hope you guys like it, and please review!

Disclaimer : I do not own Naruto.

Sitting on his bed, Sasuke's forehead was damp, beading with sweat. He never felt so agitated as long as he could remember. Clad in a simple navy blue baseball tee, denim jeans and a pair of kicks, he wasn't exactly very composed.

"Oi teme, wait for me to change will ya? The others won't be arriving for another 30 minutes!" Naruto yelled from inside of the bathroom.

"Hn."

Sasuke was supposed to be relaxed, after all he was about to have his bachelor's party.

Apparently he lost his composure at the thought that less in an hour's time, Sakura would be celebrating her bachelorette's party too. Sasuke wasn't much of a party-animal, he would tell himself. He most preferably was more of a passive drinker; picking some tavern or bar over any night/strip/gay bar/etc. club any day. The bachelor party was merely a favor-or for a lack of a better word, avoiding the inevitable guilt trip he'd be having if he rejected Naruto, as he took the liberty of planning his party.

But he couldn't stand the thought of Sakura, being rough housed by some random exotic male dancer (Even more if they were more fit than Sasuke) with her friends during her bachelorette party. Sasuke was possessive, to say the least.

Naruto came out of the bathroom, steam escaping into Sasuke's bedroom gradually, making Sasuke sweat more profusely. "Woo! I can't wait for tonight! Think about it Teme, this is your last day of mandom!" Naruto exclaimed, as he waxed his hair at Sasuke's dresser.

"Man-dom?" Sasuke sneered like he had some bad taste in his mouth.

"Yep! Man-freedom! And besides Sasuke, we won't go that crazy. Just some drinks and playing with some hotties!" Naruto winked.

Sigh. As he was about to retort something, a sudden banging at his door, accompanied by hollers of male voices.

"Hey Sasuke! Open the door!" yelled Kiba

"Shall we immense this youthful and erotic recreation?" asked Rock Lee.

Naruto chased towards the door, "Alright! Let's go, dattebayo!"

A reply of screams of celebration from Kiba, Rock Lee and Naruto, chatters from Shikamaru and Chouji, and Sai smiling aimlessly, oblivious as usual.

Sasuke frowned and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

It's gonna be a long night.

Sasuke slouched on the couch, fairly unamused at his current sight. Blaring speakers of house music and flickering colored lights. The club reeked of sweat, booze and cigarette smoke. Frankly, he thought no one could blame him for feeling that way. Validated, in other words. Leaving for such a long time, consumed with solitary and the loss of his family has grown with him to be possessive of his loved ones, particularly Sakura.

He remained stoic, as he observed how the exotic dancers, swayed provocatively, some wearing articles of clothing, mesh and thin, some only wearing their shoes.

"Damn! C'mon dance for me babe," Kiba signaled one girl, whistling and aggressively handing her slabs of cash, as she circles him, lap dancing in a promiscuous manner. Naruto played along too, being lap danced, but almost wasted, slurping his sake slowly. Rock Lee, linked at both his arms, two waitresses, barely dressed, as they listen to him babble.

Shikamaru was smoking as he drank, conversing with Chouji, who was eating his barbecue. The others either were on the dance floor with some flamboyantly dressed women or drank until their livers (and conscience) would force them to eventually throw up.

"Tch. Annoying."

Sasuke gulped his sake quickly, enjoying the warmth that flowed down his throat. A pink flush surfaced on his cheeks, and closed his eyes.

Sakura…

A sudden scene popped up in his mind, Sakura's porcelain skin, so pure, tracing from her delicate collar bones to her appealing face, wearing red matte lipstick. And his thoughts ate him up as a hand crept up to seductively touch Sakura. Then a rapid change of train of thoughts, came to imagine her tantalizingly dancing on a stage with Ino, similar to those exotic dancers in the club he was in. The rapid transition again. Sakura laid on a bed of white sheets, staring intently or better yet-suggestively, her breasts exposed. Sakura kept repeating, "Sasuke,"

"Sasuke…"

Foreign arms suddenly embraced Sakura (Arms that weren't his!) , and as Sasuke tried to distinguish the unknown man, he assumed it was some male stripper, passionately kissing Sakura…his face…drawn to be…

Chouji?!

Sasuke abruptly open his eyes, unconscious he had his sharingan activated. Chouji stared agape, narrowing his eyes.

"Sasuke!" Screamed Chouji as he shook Sasuke to awaken, his face close up and fingers smothered in grease. Naruto, Shikamaru and Sai encircled the couch laughing and shouting, as drunken fools they currently were.

Shit. I fell asleep.

"Ahaha! Teme, what just happened, neh?" Naruto laughed, pointing at Sasuke's hard on. "Didn't get a chance to play with some girls tonight?"

Sasuke glared, but brought his hand to his forehead. The alcohol was getting to him.

"Oi dobe, let's go home. Sakura's probably waiting for me." Sasuke said.

"You kidding?!" exclaimed the drunken blonde boy "It's only 10:30! The night's still young, besides, we have a treat for the groom-to-be!"

Before Sasuke could even tell what was coming, Shikamaru, Sai and Naruto grabbed him by his arms as Rock Lee blindfolded him. Sasuke, probably surpassing the power of his own Sannin mentor, fairly faster than most ANBU, and a significantly skilled shinobi...

...was caught off guard by a bunch of drunken buffoons he called friends.

Being heavily intoxicated, (however still conscious), he struggled, pulling his arms away, cursing them repeatedly "Fuck you! Shit, fuck." and of the same nature.

He was pushed against a bed frame, and there he laid down, bring his hand behind his head, soothing it. His blindfold was removed.

Gradually, he realized he was in a secluded room, candles lit at the corners, the word "TEMPTRESS" engraved on the door, as sensual music played in the background.

"Hey there, handsome." An alluring feminine voice said.

"He he he! Okay bye Sasuke, remember, last chance of Man-dom!" Naruto and the others snickered. And slowly left the room howling and snickering again. "Have fun you two!"

Sasuke glared at the figure in front of him. A prostitute for VIP members, with a slender figure, clad with blue lingerie, hair colored a chestnut brown, and had a pancake of drag queen makeup on her face.

He tried to get up, leave the room, beat the shit out of Naruto and eventually get kicked out of the club. However, he was chained to the bed with strings infused with chakra.

"Bachelor Party, huh?" smirked the temptress. "Maybe I can change your mind about getting married…". She slowly crawled her way in front of Sasuke, and knelled, blushing.

The Temptress unclasped her bra.

Sasuke, walking rickety towards the door of his apartment, and opened it. His shirt was spilled with sake and looked like some guy struck with bad decisions.

He was surprised by the piles of shopping bags, and Sakura's black pumps on the floor. Scantily, he walked towards the bathroom, finding make-up wipes full of stains and mascara on the sink, and her cocktail dress, sloppily placed on top of the toilet.

Deciding to think about it tomorrow, he disregarded it for the night and went to his bedroom, where he saw Sakura. She was fast asleep, wearing pajamas, as if she didn't even have a bachelorette party-but still smelled like Cosmopolitan and sweat. Sasuke blushed, and sat next to her tired body.

Sasuke then remembered. Sakura and her friends went to a karaoke bar…

Sasuke slapped his face for even imagining those malicious things.

Sasuke's thoughts were overwhelmingly messed up. Somehow, he felt guilty, yet at the same time smitten. Though he was drunk, his over thinking lulled him to sleep.

He woke up to a note at the nightstand.

Good morning Sasuke-kun. I have an early shift at 7:30. I made you some onigiri and sliced tomatoes. Love you! xo Sakura.

Sasuke was completely appalled with guilt.

Naruto was slumping his head on the bar table of Ichiraku's, groaning.

"Hangover, huh dobe?" Sasuke teased as he arrived the eatery, sitting next to him.

"Oi Sasuke, you'd be like this if too if you would've stayed longer. Damn killjoy." Naruto scoffed. "Besides! It only made things worse when the manager gave me a piece of his mind a while ago. Damn dirty geezer."

"What? What manager?"

"You know, the manager of club Suki…he almost slapped me, saying that Megumi was left crying last night. Apparently she threatened to resign, she's their "best-seller" I suppose. You'd expect that after being given some title The Temptress" Naruto mocked, slowly as he played with the straw of his water.

Sasuke sternly stared at Naruto, silent.

"Naruto! Here's your pork ramen!" Teuchi, the owner of Ichiraku, handed the bowl.

"Oh thanks!" Naruto said almost less enthusiastically as usual (Hangovers.) Between his chewing, Naruto asked "Anyway, I saw that too, came back for you, but I came back to room to see her sobbing her eyes out. What did you do to Megumi anyway, did you get laid?"

Sasuke smirked. "You know, Bachelor parties are actually tests to see how far your faithfulness can go, idiot. Not some literal cheat day…I couldn't bear the guilt anyway if I slept with her…So I put all those academy years into use. Replacement jutsu. I didn't think that stripping for a log would make her cry."

Naruto stopped slurping and laughed at his bestfriend. "You've grown soft, eh teme?" slightly nudging him with his elbow.

"Hn. If there's anything to be guilty about, is that I doubted Sakura in the first place." Sasuke said as he slowly got up to leave.

"Oh and Naruto?"

"Yeah, teme?"

"You just slurped body shots from Chouji's belly last night. Didn't know you were that desperate."

Sasuke left Ichiraku's smirking, as he listened to the cries of disgust and Naruto throwing up all his breakfast ramen.