Itachi glanced around the bar and sighed. He hated bars. He had nothing against alcohol, no, he was never one to say no to a good wine or brandy. But it was the random men who thought they were 'all that' coming up to him and offering themselves as if they were gods on earth. Neither could he stand the drunkards falling over themselves and laughing on those raucous, obnoxious voices. . . Itachi shivered. No, thank kami he had love waiting at home peeking at his cards. Today, Itachi was only here for his brother. But oh, here came yet another cocky man, thinking with the wrong head.
"Hello, I couldn't help but notice you standing here all alone, without a date or a drink-"
"I'm taken care of, thanks," Itachi said coldly, trying to loose the silver-haired man. But he just followed.
"So what are you looking for?" he asked, obviously referring to himself.
"My brother," Itachi replied simply, spying his little brother's duck-butt head over in a corner. Relieved, Itachi made his way over to him, the silver-haired man following him. Sasuke, Itachi found, was slumped over the table, completely unconscious. Itachi grabbed Sasuke's arm, wrapping it around his neck and hoisting his brother up.
"Want help?" the silver-haired man asked.
"No," Itachi snapped. He didn't want help, he didn't want random men flirting with him, and he most definitely didn't want his fucked up little brother to call him every weekend to take him home. Using body language and a few verbal prompts, Itachi made it starkly clear he wished to be left alone to heave his brother out of the bar. Unfortunately, the man followed.
"It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to let you drag him home all alone. Here, want me to call you a cab?"
"No. Go away."
"Here, it's no trouble-"
"I live two blocks from here. I am in no need of a taxi."
"Oh. Well, let me walk you."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I can handle myself, thank you very much." Itachi's tone was icy, his body sending major 'fuck off' vibes as he started for home.
"Come on, I can't let you walk on your own."
"And why the hell not?" Itachi demanded. Count to ten, he told himself. This man means no harm, he only wishes to assist you-
"It's not safe."
"Are you implying I'm weak?" Itachi growled.
"Of course not. What, are we in Samurai times or something? I'm just trying to be polite. Besides, we're half a block from the bar, I might as well not turn back now." Itachi rolled his eyes, but said nothing. He hated company, almost as much as he hated bars. But the man was only being polite.
Soon they reached the apartment building Itachi lived in, and Itachi informed the man of this. The man sighed. "I rather enjoyed this little walk of ours. What's your name?"
"Itachi."
"Well, Itachi, I hope we might see each other again sometime."
"Perhaps. . ." Itachi didn't wait for the man's answer, simply walking into the building and hurriedly to the elevator.
The door burst open and Itachi slumped into the apartment, Sasuke struggling slightly. Quickly, Itachi dumped his brother on the couch, and turned to the kitchen where his two lovers were sitting, playing cards. "Hey, I thought he wasn't gonna crash here," Hidan complained.
"I did not intend for this to happen," Itachi groaned, collapsing into the only available chair at the table. Deidara glanced over the top of his cards.
"Took you a while, we played eight rounds, yeah."
"How many rounds am I down, then?"
"Eight," Hidan said, smirking. Itachi sighed, picking up his cards.
"So what's up with Sasuke, un?" Deidara asked.
"He called me, and then fainted I guess. We'll kick him out in the morning."
"We'd better," Hidan said, looking down at his cards. He smiled. "I'll bid-"
"Itachi goes first, I dealt, un," Deidara stopped him.
"Two."
"You didn't drink, right?" Hidan asked, glancing back at his hand. Itachi shook his head.
"I'm in a bad mood."
"Tell, yeah," Deidara said.
"Some crazy man decided to start flirting with me. He walked me here."
"Oh my, yeah," Deidara said, grinning from ear to ear. "What did he look like, hmm?"
"Silver, spikey hair, a stupid grin, and pink eye."
"I'll bid three," Hidan said. Deidara groaned, slamming his hand down on the table.
"I hate you all, yeah. I can't bid zero, yeah! Fine, one, yeah," he grumbled, recording it. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the alley beside the apartment building. "Ugh, stupid dogs, un," Deidara muttered, getting up to take a look. Once he was out of the room, Hidan and Itachi immediately peeked at his cards.
"No trump! Hah, he's so going to die!" Hidan chortled. Itachi hummed.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing, yeah?" they heard Deidara suddenly scream. Itachi and Hidan exchanged a nervous glance and leapt to their feet, finding Deidara in the living room, leaning over the railing of the fire escape. Hidan and Itachi stepped up beside him. Itachi groaned, and Hidan tried not to laugh.
"Itachi-san! Can I speak to you?" the silver-haired man called up.
"You can't talk to Itachi-san, you prick, un!" Deidara cried. Itachi groaned.
"Sir, this is bordering in stalking," Itachi called down.
"We can't just have a little chat?"
"I've already told you, I'm taken care of," Itachi replied.
"What is that supposed to mean?" the man asked.
"It means keep your paws off!" Hidan called, grabbing Itachi around the waist. Deidara threw his arms around Itachi's neck for emphasis. The man's eyes widened.
"So. . ."
"Yeah, bastard, keep away," Hidan called. The man coughed.
"Um, well, I'll just be leaving, then," the man said awkwardly, backing up a bit. Deidara suck his tongue out, snuggling closer to his Itachi. Itachi jumped as he felt Hidan reach behind him and grab his ass.
"Are you still in a bad mood?" Hidan whispered huskily in Itachi's ear. Itachi sighed, melting into their arms. Whenever he was around them, he could never stay in a bad mood.
But it was also strange how quickly Hidan and Deidara could suddenly want sex. It was always difficult to say no, because if he did they would just have sex in front of him. And now, with Hidan whispering his dripping words in Itachi's ear, and getting Deidara to writhe and beg, Itachi knew they weren't going to be able to walk in the morning, except for Hidan.
.
Itachi sat at the kitchen table, the cards from last night's came still there. He checked Hidan's hand and shook his head. Deidara would've lost. He quickly sipped at his tea, wishing to burn his tongue to wake himself up. With his left hand, he sketched out a new design for a winter coat. Hmm, fur would be terrible, and it was so overused and our of style, not to mention cruel and uneconomic. And faux fur was so disgusting. No, this year's style would have to be something completely new, exciting-
"Morning, gorgeous," Hidan mumbled, draping himself over Itachi's shoulders. Itachi sighed, holding his tea closer to himself as he set his pencil down.
"What do you want?" he asked sharply.
"Tea. . ."
"Then get it."
"Deidara would make me tea. . ."
"But Deidara's not up, so you'll have to make your own tea."
"So mean. . . And what are we going to do about your brother?" Hidan plucked himself off of Itachi and went over to the counter.
"I don't know. He still hasn't woken up."
"Jeez, our couch is going to smell so bad," Hidan complained, heating up some hot water. "Fucking hell, do we only have green tea?"
"There's some black tea somewhere in the cupboard." Hidan began his search, and was rewarded with some black tea leaves. Smiling at his success, Hidan quickly prepared his tea and sat down next to Itachi.
"What time do you have to be in to work?" Itachi asked.
"One. What about you?"
"Ten. Will Deidara be up before I leave?"
"Probably not after the pounding I gave him," Hidan chuckled.
"Then give him a kiss for me, will you?"
"Will do, Mr. Sappy."
"Shut it." Hidan grinned, and promptly burned his tongue on his tea.
"Aw fuck, that shit is hot," he complained.
"So wait for it to cool down," Itachi retorted. Hidan rolled his eyes.
"What are you drawing?" he asked, changing the subject.
"New winter coat. Damn, I have no idea what to do."
"Get high."
"That only gives Deidara inspiration, Hidan. It just makes me irritable."
"Jeez, everything either makes you irritable or horny."
"And everything just makes you horny," Itachi sighed, looking at the clock. "I should probably get dressed." He stood up, stretched, and tip-toed down the hallway to the bedroom. He smiled down at Deidara sleeping. The blonde was so peaceful when he wasn't awake and running around, making a big deal about everything.
"Peaches. . ." Deidara mumbled. Itachi chuckled, and Deidara's eyes opened instantly.
"You made my peaches rot, un," he mumbled. Itachi sighed. Deidara could say the weirdest things sometimes. "I was dreaming about peaches, but when you chuckled they rotted. Sometimes synaesthesia sucks, yeah." Itachi nodded, knowing the gift was a blessing and a curse. "Are you going to work, yeah?"
"Unfortunately," Itachi replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Keep away from stalker-san, all right, un?"
"If I can help it." Deidara rolled over, displaying his perfect, tan back.
"He's weird. I don't like his voice, un," Deidara said.
"What did you see?"
"You know the color of fool's gold?"
"Exactly like gold."
"But fake, un. Stay away, yeah."
"I will, don't worry," Itachi said, standing up. He walked over to the closet and picked out a pair of pants, quickly slipping them over his boxers. He got out a white, button up shirt and tie, likewise adorning himself with these. Deidara had curled back up and attempted to fall back asleep. Itachi grinned to himself and grabbed a pair of socks as he exited the room. Hidan was still at the table with his tea, looking like he was going to fall asleep.
"Did you wake him up?" he asked.
"I rotted his peaches." Hidan blinked, checking his tea.
"Has this shit fermented?"
"I've got to go to work. Take care of him, will you?"
"Speak for yourself. Way to snag a stalker."
"Oh shut it." Itachi snatched his drawing and headed out the door. Hidan chuckled to himself. Itachi had such a stick up his ass.
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