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Well, I got many reviews saying they thought the 1st chapter was cute. Okay, chapter 2 up! I hope I get more reviews this time!

The next morning came with a small headache and a house full of hung over guests. Each of his friends had retired to their appointed guest rooms and Itachi went to his own on the second level, two doors down from Sasuke. Itachi woke up, deemed he had a slight headache and went back to sleep. Sasuke was up early as usual and half awake as he walked to the kitchen and saw all the beer bottles on the table. He sighed and went to the refrigerator to take out some things to make breakfast. Everyone would be hungry and need to be able to suck up all the alcohol in their systems. Grabbing his yellow apron, he tied it on over his blue sleep shirt. He hummed as he placed a frying pan on a burner and turned on the stove.

"Pancakes suck up the most for the boozed over," he smiled, taking out some sausage.

Sasori woke up groaning with a headache the size of Mt. Fuji. He massaged his forehead and hissed as it swam like a mixture of oil in water. He had been so angry and disappointed last night that he had lost the card game and started drinking heavily because of it.

God, did he now regret it.

He stood from the bed and was relieved when he didn't feel nauseous. He had learned how to hold his liquor quite well at least, he guessed he owed Pein for teaching him that much. Deidara and Kisame would most likely be throwing up, especially after giving Deidara a foot rub...With lotion.

He opened his door and was instantly submerged in the smell of sausage and pancakes. His stomach did a three sixty and growled loudly, kami-sama though, he hoped it wasn't Itachi cooking.

He walked to the kitchen door and poked his head in. His heart burst with excitement as he watched the younger Uchiha by the stove wearing a yellow apron with a cute bow in the back and humming softly. He turned away from the door and smiled to himself.

My cute Sasu-chan is making me breakfast! Ohh...How lucky of me to see him this way...Wait, what if he burns himself? Oh noo....

Sasori's smile dropped and he suddenly turned serious.

What if he and I...

Warning, Sasori Fantasy

His beloved would be standing in the kitchen humming happily. He'd be facing the stove cooking when suddenly....!

"Ah!" Sasuke cried out, pulling his hands back from the stove. He accidentally leaned too far over and touched the pan with his right index finger. Sasuke's eyes filled with silent painful tears. "Ow..." he started crying, whimpering. Sasori walked in, looking worriedly at his little Sasu-chan.

"Sasu-koi?" he would ask, approaching the other and holding him close. Sasuke's watery eyes looked up at him, breath taking beautiful. He held his finger up for Sasori to see.

"Sasori-kun," he would whisper softly. "Please...Make the pain go away," he begged, cheeks flushing as he looked to the side. Sasori smiled kindly at him and gently grabbed the younger boy's wrist. Sasuke looked at him shyly, eyes shining in adoration. His other arm went around the perfectly arched waist to pull him closer.

"My Sasu-chan...I'll make it all better," he cooed, slipping the finger into his mouth and licking the digit.

"Oh, Sasori-kun...That feels so good," Sasuke breathed, eyes closing, cheeks flushed. "So kind to me." Sasori released the finger and licked his lips.

"Sasuke..." he whispered, leaning in close and wrapping his arms around the youth. Sasuke squirmed but did not pull away.

"Sasori-kun, what if s-someone sees...It's...It's embarrassing..." he whispered."To steal away such a handsome person like you...I...I..." he stuttered, feeling weak as Sasori leaned closer. "I feel..." he whispered, leaning his head back, ready to be kissed. Sasori leaned close, eyes shining and only a breath away from plump creamy kissable lips.

"Sasu-chan...I...I love--

"Sasori-san?" a voice asked.

RRRIIIRRRPPP! (Record being suddenly stopped)

Sasori woke from his day dream and looked into the deep dark eyes of Sasuke.

"Are you alright Sasori-san? You were just staring into space like a zombie, and...You're drooling. Do you need some coffee or an aspirin?" he asked kindly, tilting his head. Sasori felt his heart beat faster at the boy's concerns and suggestions. Before he knew it he pulled the young man into a tight hug and rubbed his cheek against the boy's face.

"Sasu-chan, you're so nice, taking care of me. You're so cute, run away with me and be mine!" he said all in one breathe. Sasuke blinked and blushed as he was pulled against the red head's slightly warm body. His cheeks were turning redder and redder; he squirmed and awkwardly hugged Sasori back. Sometimes his brother's friends were weird. He had received plenty of hugs from Kisame and Deidara but they liked to tease on how he was a tiny Itachi which often drove his brother nuts. Usually if anyone really tried to touch him other than appropriate, his brother would be in front of him in a second and giving that person the death glare. Sasuke had always been thankful he had never done anything bad to receive such a nasty glare. It was impressive though, he had always thought that much.

Sasori kept rubbing his cheek against his and gushed out affection. Piling it on like shoveling coal into a furnace and appreciating the burn. Sasuke suddenly remembered he had something on the stove and panicked.

"Ah, my pancakes!" he shouted. As he jumped, his foot accidentally came down on Sasori's, causing the man to yelp and pull away, holding his foot and bouncing in place. Sasuke rushed to the kitchen and checked the food, relieved to see it un-burnt before flipping them and turning off the oven. Sasori landed with a thud onto the floor, grasping his foot.

Noooo...Sasu...Chan....

Sasori mentally cried and grew annoyed when he heard people coming out their rooms and down the first floor hallway.

"Damn, something smells good; I hope a little sweetie has some coffee on the pot!" Deidara teasingly yelled down the hall to Sasuke, not sounding hung over at all. Kisame came slumping out of his room, looking green against his large blue body. The man covered his mouth suddenly and went running to the bathroom to wrench, door wide open. At the same time, Pein was coming down the hall and became exposed to it. He grimaced and gave a noise of disgust in the back of his throat.

"Eww...Gross. Kisame you fool, close the door when you're emptying your stomach. Kami..." he sighed, slamming the door shut. The sounds of a sick Kisame reached Sasori as he continued to lie on the floor, holding his sore foot.

"What happen to you Red, get run over by the early birds at the Country Kitchen Buffet?" Deidara asked tilting his head in confusion and hands on his hips. Sasori growled.

"Shut up," he hissed hotly. The blond shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say, weirdo," Deidara whispered the last part as he stepped into the kitchen. "Hey Itachi-chibi, what's cooking good look-in?" Deidara joked, noticing the yellow apron the boy was wearing. Deidara thought it made the boy look small and cute, like Itachi's little house wife or something. Pein smirked as he noticed also, leaning against the door jamb.

"So, Itachi has a little wife, how cute. Want to come over to my place to cook, clean and service me my pet?" Pein joked, walking over and running his fingers affectionately through the younger's dark hair. Sasuke giggled as he caught and held Pein's hand in both of his, cheeks tinted with red.

"You'll have to talk to nii-san for that one. Sadly, I doubt he would let me go, he doesn't like me to wander that much," he teased back. Pein smiled and laughed as he tenderly scratched the younger's scalp, causing the boy to tilt his head like a cat being petted. Sasuke really was Itachi's cute little treasure. If Pein had a little one like Sasuke, he would keep him close and safe.

Sasori watched in hot, horrible jealousy in the door-way and snarled softly. He stood up and was about to open his mouth to yell when the kitchen door suddenly swung open, hitting him in the ass. He went down on to the kitchen floor with a girly squeal, making everyone look at him in surprise. Itachi paid him no heed as he walked straight up to his little brother and kissed his cheek.

"Morning little brother," he said, going for the coffee. Sasuke, still in shock from Sasori's fall, only blinked as he was kissed, the contact if lips of skin woke him back up.

"Oh...Oh! Good morning nii-san. Did you need me to make you a bento for lunch?" he asked, going for the cupboards that stored them.

"That sounds great. The cafeteria at work gives me heartburn and I can't touch fast food anymore, I'll get fat," Itachi announced, patting his stomach. Pein poked his brother on the floor with his big toe. Deidara was too busy helping Itachi by starting to poke him stomach, making Sasuke laugh at his brother's annoyed face.

"You okay? Hellooooo..." he said, pulling a frown. Sasori's head came up; a bloody nose adorned is face. Sasuke turned around and saw it, gasping.

"Sasori-san, your nose, oh no!" he said, running to the counter and getting a paper towel. He quickly went over the red head and assessed the damaged. He carefully held it up to the dripping liquid that came pouring down. The young Uchiha shivered, he hated the sight of blood. Sasori blushed brightly and felt giddy as his crush helped him with his bloody nose that Itachi had so graciously given him. He sat up fully and pulled one of the boy's hands to his chest, holding it and stroking softly while the other held the paper towel to his nose.

"Sasu-" he was cut off once again by the door. It smacked him right in the head as Kisame almost tripped over him coming in. Pein quickly grabbed Sasuke's arm and pulled him out of harm's way before the door or the blue skinned man hit him dead on. Sasori groaned and was once again face flat on the floor. Sasuke blinked and squirmed.

"Oh dear..." he breathed, hanging his head. Itachi sat in the corner of the kitchen, inwardly laughing.

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