Spin the Bottle

By Kady-sensei

Hey guys! A fun little fic I figured I'd write, just because I can! I own nothing! ItaOc, SasuNaru, SasuOc, ItaNaru, ItaSasu, NaruOc, ShinoKiba, ShinoOc, KibaOc, ShikaOc, ItaKisa, NejiOc, GaaLee, GaaOc. Great, isn't it? All yaoi, too. w Whee. I own nothing, yah? Boys kissing boys. Lime. Possible multi-chap. If so, only a couple of chapters after this first one. Ocs are Neko-kun, Emo-kun, Dai, and Ely. You guys suck, 'cause you don't know who Ely and Dai are. They're characters that were featured in my now-finished, underground, Green Day, Quizilla! story, "Rock and Roll Girlfriend." I'd be touched if y'all checked out the story. The name's uchihachik, on Quizilla, okay?

((Neko's POV))

"Neko-kun, why the hell are you having a party?"

"Because!" I snapped. "We don't get out often enough! We might as well invite some people, you know, really get to know them."

"The only people worth knowing are me, and your brother."

"What about Sasuke?"

Itachi shrugged. "Eh, he's not even worth knowing."

"Well, he's coming too."

"What? Why?"

"Because he's your brother and you're supposed to like him." I informed him. (A/n: Here, Neko is just a tad Ooc. Sorry about that. Shawn's gonna kill me enough for it.)

"Where do you plan to have this ... party, hm?"

"Why, here, of course!"

"The house'll be burned down if it's here!"

"It'll be fine! Why're you stressing it?"'

"I don't like crowds." Itachi replied testily. "Oh, another question, how many people are gonna be here?"

"Well, there's us, Emo, Sasuke, Dai, Ely-"

"You're inviting them!" Itachi yelped.

"Yes." I replied. "Plus Naruto, Shino, Kiba, Shikamaru, Kisame-"

"No fucking way."

"-Neji, Gaara, and Lee." I finished.

"Fourteen people, in this house, at one time?" Itachi muttered sourly. "Not my idea of a party."

"You have an idea of a party?"

"Yes." He replied, smirking. "It usually consists of me fucking you in the shower, or you sucking my cock. That's a real party."

"You're a sexmonger, 'Tachi-sama."

"You bet I am." He agreed. "Next question; will there be any booze?"

I bit my lip. "Well, yeah, I guess so. But I don't want you getting drunk and running around naked-"

"Nobody else is worthy of seeing me run around naked, Neko-kun. Don't worry."

"-or hitting on anybody-"

"Che, me hitting on the people you listed? Jesus, I'd have to be pretty drunk to hit on any of them."

"-or having sex with me against a wall, or on the couch-"

"And why not?"

"-or any of those things you usually do when you're drunk."

"Fine, I won't. But you know you love me when I'm drunk."

"Whatever you say."

He leaned over to me, running his tongue along my jawline. I blushed.

"'Tachi-sama, s-stop it. ..."

Itachi moved quickly, swinging his left leg to my other side, and settled in a kneeling position, hovering just above me. He placed his arms on the couch past either side of my head.

"'Tachi-sama! Get off me!"

"So ... vunerable, easy to get, weak, easily taken advantage of." Itachi began in a husky tone. "The things you could do to me when I'm drunk, Neko-kun. And I'd never remember any of it."

"It's not proper, Itachi!"

He kissed my neck, leaving hickeys here and there. "But ... doesn't that just make it all the more intruiging? Your brother took advantage of me when I was drunk."

"But you walked right into it." I insisted, trying to look anywhere but Itachi, because doing so would just arouse me enough to lose my self-control. "Him asking you out for a drink? You should've known he'd try something like that."

"Like I care. I had a good time." Itachi kissed me tenderly, gently slipping his tongue into my mouth, he busied his hands with my pants, unbuttoning and unzippering them, sliding his cool hand into the opening. It was definately a new sensation, the chilly feeling of his unbelievably cold fingers feeling down my erection, which felt like an insistant fire between my legs, and Itachi was all but feeding my desire.

"Get a frickin' room!" Sasuke wailed, pushing open the front door to it's full extent, allowing Emo entrance. Said cat boy stepped into the room, eyeing Itachi I and cooly, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

"And why would we ever do that, Sasuke-kun?" Itachi asked, running his tongue along my collarbone. I blushed dark red, fully aware that Itachi was still kneeling over me, his hands burried in my pants. I made a feeble attempt to push him off me, but crumbled under his seemingly superhuman strength, and just watched, as he removed one hand from my pants. His free hand crawled up my neck and into my hair, twisting the silky strands and massaging my scalp. I released a low moan, and he attached his mouth to my neck again, completely ignoring Sasuke and Emo's very existance.

"Jesus, Nee-chan, we steal Itachi's car keys, drive to the store, pick up stuff for your stupid party, have sex in the back seat in the parking lot, probably staining the seats with cum, and other things, then drive back, crashing the car into a bloody tree on the way, and this is how you repay us?" Emo growled, swatting me in the back of the head. "Control your fucking hormones."

Itachi's expression darkened. "You fucked up my car?"

Emo shrugged, an evil shine in his eye. "Guess so. But, no, I wouldn't want to disturb you and your love-making. Continue, if you want."

Itachi's hands shook. He glared over his shoulder at Emo. "You had sex, in the back seat, stained the leather seats, which I spent two days scrubbing from the last time Neko and I fucked there?"

"Yes."

"You crashed my car?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to fucking skin you alive, you insolent son of a bitch." Itachi ground out, through gritted teeth. Strange, whenever Itachi gets like this, which is, in fact, usually on the subject of his car, but whenever he gets this way, all dominating and angry, it turns me on like nothing else. Sex with Itachi, when he's like this, is usually pretty enjoyable, he takes total control, which, to me, is dead sexy.

"'Tachi-sama ..." I purred, kissing his neck gently. "Can't we take this somewhere else?" I tugged at his shirt, caressing his stomach softly, yet needily. I ran my tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping at his pale, sensitive neck, whispering seductive words. "I want you. Now, 'Tachi-sama."

He brushed aside my advances as if they were nothing, lifting himself off me. I was pissed off, now. Itachi invited himself into my lap, trying to get me to play, and when he finally gets me turned on, his mood is lost, and I'm left without release. That bastard.

I gripped his collar roughly, pulling him back to me. He had been caught off his guard, and fell down on top of me. I placed one hand on the back of his neck, and one hand in his hair, before I quickly claimed his lips, forcing my tongue into his open mouth.

He bit my tongue savagely, ripping his mouth off mine and sitting up. I had laid back down on the couch, and he was kneeling, a knee on either side of me. I smirked playfully, toying with the buttons on his jeans.

"I repeat, 'Tachi-sama; I want you. Now."

Itachi glared at me, and I roughly squeezed his clothed cock, purposely digging my fingernails in. His glared was glazed over for a second, before he asked me firmly;

"Don't you have a party to set up for?"

I began stroking him softly, earning a barely notable gasp. "It can wait, can't it?"

"Whatever ha-" He paused, giving a low moan as I squeezed him roughly. He took a deep breath, shivering slightly. "Whatever happened to preventing me from doing anything fun at your party?"

"And whatever happened to you claiming that your only idea of a party consists of anal or oral in a shower?" I shot back, teasing his erection with the tip of my finger. He gave a few pants, obviously having trouble containing his desire.

Itachi shook his head furiously, correcting my pants and flipping himself off of me.

"Oh, I guess I should've expected that." Itachi admitted sheepishly. "Well, what're you gonna do then, rape me?"

I blinked. "I had never really thought of it like that ..."

"Well, duh." Itachi pointed out. "If one person's not willing, then it technically is rape. Whether you wanna admit it or not."

I sat back against the couch, thinking. "But it's between lovers, and-"

"I'm not in the mood anymore, Neko-kun."

"But you're 'Tachi-sama!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I am. How does the justify practically raping me?"

"But you're always in the mood!" I protested.

"I'm not today." He shrugged. "Get over it."

"But just a few minutes ago! You were in the mood when you couldn't keep your hands off me, weren't you?"

He shrugged again. "I was just messing with you, trying to get you distracted from your stupid party."

I paled. "Everyone's supposed to be here any minute. And I'm stuck with this." I gestured to the prominent bulge in my pants.

Sasuke laughed. "The first thing everyone sees when they come in."

Emo nodded. "What a perfect way to welcome people to your party, Nee-chan." He put on a voice and a facial exression to immitate a certain blonde-haired youth. "'Oh, wow, that's just great. Cat-boy's got a stiffie.'"

"I doubt he'd even know what it is!" Sasuke responded. "'Kakashi-sensei? What's that?'"

"But I thought you slept with him before, Sasuke?" Itachi asked coyly. "He has to know what one is, even if it's as small as yours is."

Sasuke glared at his brother. "Takes one to know one."

"My dick knows yours? Fantastic." Itachi shot back airily. "Just remember, Sasuke-kun, I'm older, I call top."

Sasuke glared again. "Go die in a hole."

"Perhaps I will, then, Sasuke. But will that be before or after the sick, incestive anal sex, hm? Because I'd rather you not go through getting so attached to me, or at least my incredible talents in bed, and then have me die, right after." Itachi drawled. "It'd be such a downer, y'know?"

"These talents you speak of," began Sasuke. "are these the ones you learned from Donkey Kong, that time when you were drunk?"

"Yes, they are." Itachi replied sharply. "However, you probably only know of this experience because a Bulbasaur told you about it while you were fucking it."

"Pokémon can't talk."

"From what I heard, outside that telephone booth, that one could. Mostly cries of 'Harder, faster, Sasuke!' Little brother, you are fucked up, in the head."

"... your mom."

"She's yours, too, y'know." Itachi reminded him. "And I'll bet she's rolling in her grave with just knowing the fact that her youngest son enjoys being sodomized by a vegetable. Were it's teeth sharp, Sasuke? I'll bet you've got marks all up your dick. Does he, Emo-kun?"

"Fuck you." Sasuke showed Itachi his tongue and middle finger. Emo failed to reply.

"Such language, little brother." Itachi sighed.

"You had sex with a Yu-Gi Oh! card." Sasuke muttered.

"The Dark Magician, to be percise." Itachi replied. "Did you know that he has twelve piercings? One on his left nipple, three on his right nipple, two on his navel, and the rest on his di-"

"Spare my mind." Emo muttered, shaking his head. Itachi and Sasuke looked as if they were about to start arguing again, when Emo swatted them each on the back of the head. "Itachi, stop taking shots at my bitch, and go suck off your boyfriend. Prissy, help me blow up these balloons."

Sasuke nodded, but Itachi wasn't quite finished.

"But, Emo-kun, you're far better at sucking than you are at blowing." Itachi sneered. "Why not c'mere and put those talents to use."

"You're a bloody pervert." Emo declared. "Go fuck yourself."

"I will." Itachi replied. "Have fun blowing, gents."

"I'm going to rip off your genitals and feed them to turkeys."

"Ouch." Itachi commented, wincing and placing a hand over his groin protectively. "Very ouch."

"Pay some attention to your own boyfriend, instead of hitting on mine, you skank." Sasuke growled.

"And here, Sasuke, is where one with more than the Iq of a shoe would say 'It takes one to know one.' You understand, my extremely foolish little brother?"

Sasuke glared again, then he and Emo turned their attention to the un-inflated balloons.

Itachi smirked with satisfaction, then finally turned back to me. Once I knew I had his attention, I sighed, then continued.

"What am I supposed to do about it? Couldn't you just finish me off, 'Tachi-sama?" I pleaded. "Please?"

"No can do, Neko-kun." Itachi replied stubbornly. "We could've been having sex right now, if you hadn't planned this party, y'know."

"Well what else can I do?"

Itachi gave no reply, just thoughtfully sat back down on the couch. He nodded, probably at his own brilliance before casually stating.

"Y'know, Neko-kun, that fuzz-brow kid and his crazed, equally fuzz-browed teacher are coming here to rape you. The kid wants you to suck his cock, and the teacher expects you to let him fuck you, and for you to suck him off, and for you to shave his chest, which is covered hair as thick and disgusting as his eyesbrows are. His pubes are just as bad, too."

I shuddered, giving Itachi an injured, disgusted look. "'Tachi-sama, you took the worst way imaginable. You killed it."

Itachi shrugged. "At least it's gone. For now, that is."

"But still, 'Tachi-sama ... it's ... like .. just ... ew." I shuddered again, forcing disgusting mental images from my poor, seventeen-year-old mind. "I don't know if I'll ever get a hard-on ever, ever, again."

Itachi laughed, messing with my hair. "I'll find a way, Neko-kun. You'll find I can be a very ... persuasive person, when I need to be."

"Un-huh." I muttered.

"It's very true, Neko-kun." Itachi assured me. "D'you know who Vincent Valentine is?" (A/n: Yeah, from Final Fantasy.)

I nodded. How could I not?

"One of the best nights of my life. Had him practically begging for me. It took me eight minutes."

I sat there, in awe. From what I hear, Vincent's pants are not an easy place to access. And why would they be? He's so fucking sexy, I'd kill for a chance just to look at him for a prolonged period of time.

"It took me twelve minutes to convince him to have sex with me, I had him jerking me off in thirteen, sucking me off in twenty five, and fucking me in thirty-eight." Itachi recalled with a smirk. "He let me touch him after six minutes of whining, let me give him head after seventeen, and I even fucked him after a half hour."

I remained still, gazing at Itachi with slightly widened eyes.

"And guess what else?" He asked with a smirk.

I swallowed. "W-what?"
"He moaned my name." Itachi replied proudly.

"Oh. My. God." I gasped, going total fangirl. "Really? What did it sound like, 'Tachi-sama? Tell me, tell me, tell me! Please!"

"Only one way to describe it, sweetie." Itachi replied. "Dead. Fucking. Sexy."

I felt like squealing, for some reason. My boyfriend has done the Vincent Valentine? I feel honoured just to even be able to kiss Itachi now. Speaking of kissing ... I wonder if Itachi kissed Vincent before ...

"Did you kiss him?"
Itachi shrugged. "Yeah. Kissed him all over the place. Kissed his mouth, kissed his neck, kissed his chest, kissed his stomach, kissed his di-"

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you." I repeated. "You've laid Vincent, I love you."

"... and you didn't love me before?" He asked.

"No, no, I loved you before. Don't get me wrong, I did. But now ..." I gave a sigh that wouldn't be out of place at a crazy fangirl convention. "I've touched the same places Vincent has touched. I've kissed where Vincent has kissed."

"What, so you'd much rather have sex with Vincent than me?" Itachi asked sharply.

I frowned. "I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to say it." Itachi replied venomously, turning on his heel and exitting the room. I sat there, in a stunned stupor.

Shit.

Tbc ..!

Hey everyone! First chapta of ma new story! Yay! Nothing ever stays peaceful in any of my stories, for some reason. Shrugs. Oh well! A fight so early, yeah. For any who don't get the Final Fantasy referance, Vincent is hawt, Neko-kun has a crush on him. Have a nice day. I even asked Shawn about it, and she is the creator of Neko-kun, so methinks she should know. And thank you for letting me use your characters, too! I'm so pathetic, I only have one bloody character of my own, in my own story. ;; Oh well. Thanks anyways, Shawn!

Reviews pay for therapy for the Bulbasaur that became Sasuke's uke.

Sensei out!

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