Wah! Another chapy! This one was edited majorly! I don't know why, but I always have problems with scenarios similar to this... (scratches head in confusion) I'm still a (some-what) new writer, so hopefully one day I will be able to write with better accuracy concerning... these chapies... whatever... I'm tired... I always update around the time I go to bed... I just noticed that... Sorry for rambling!

Warning: A kiss that many may detest, followed by one of joy! Spread the joy! (Yes, I'm tired, therefore I sound stupid...)

Enjoy!

A Party Befitting a Fangirl

Spin the Bottle

This was a bad idea. A really bad idea!

The anxious blonde fidgeted uncomfortably when digesting the rules made for the game. "No matter whom the bottle lands on, same sex or not, you have to kiss the person," sang the giddy Sakura within Naruto's head. She and the other girls were turning into real basket cases for some bizarre reason… but that was beyond the point! This meant that if he spun the bottle and it happened to land on Sasuke then he would have to kiss him! It went the same for Sasuke too!

He shook his head to either side when an image of them kissing imprinted itself in his mind and refused to leave. His whiskered cheeks heated up, his stomach did back flips, and his heart raced uneasily as his mind apparently grew curious with how this kiss would play out, slowly removing articles of clothing from both of their bodies as the kiss intensified.

BUT NARUTO DIDN'T WANT THIS!

To take his thoughts off of Sasuke and a possible kiss that they would have to share, Naruto glanced to either side of him, preoccupying his hazy mind with their seating positions.

Ino sat to his right with her legs curled underneath her, mimicking a grown woman's posture with Hinata sitting on her other side, watching the middle of the table hesitantly. To his left was Sakura, sitting on her knees and preparing the bottle along with Tenten, whom sat just beside the pink-haired female. (1)

Glancing up – even though he practically refused to do so in absolute fear that another set of corrupt, yet arousing, images would permanently fix themselves to his train of thought – Naruto locked his eyes onto the Uchiha. The male's facial expression questioned 'why-the-hell-did-I-do-this-again?' his eyes snuggly sealed to keep out figures of certain people that would cause him to blow a fuse and charge from the room… or so Naruto assumed from the appearance.

Naruto sighed in relief. Taking the risk to glance at the Uchiha didn't provoke any dirty and shameful thoughts like he had expected.

A flash of onyx was revealed so suddenly that Naruto visibly jumped. What made this even worse was discovering the pair of mysterious orbs directed to and watching him prior to the flinch he made.

The expression that reflected in the Uchiha's eyes grew immensely soft when noting that Naruto was practically ogling at him – something that idly passed the blonde's knowledge thanks to his great relief for not thinking anything that would cause desire.

Flushing and awkwardly darting his azure eyes to the table before him was the only response Naruto could think of in his panic to Sasuke catching on to his stare.

Why? Why did the look in Sasuke's eyes have to be so tender? Maybe it wasn't a tender look! Maybe Naruto's imagination had taken things out of context. He caught himself taking things the wrong way many times before. Perhaps Sasuke was dissecting him with a demonic glare at this very moment and Naruto had somehow mistaken it for a… tender look?

Either way, it was really humiliating to just drop the gaze and get heated up like a love-struck girl. He was almost certain that Sasuke would suspect something… Wait, what wording did he just use to describe himself?! 'A love-struck girl?!' Naruto feverishly ran his fingers back and fourth through his hair, giving no thought whatsoever to the very amused Uchiha playing as an audience to his freak-out session.

The raven's eyes lit up, and a small smile curved across his face to the sight of this cute outburst of actions that could only be performed by Uzumaki Naruto. The notions running wildly through the blonde's head could only be deciphered by Naruto himself, but Sasuke was entertained with outrageous ideas of Naruto getting all hot at the mere thought of kissing Uchiha Sasuke. The burning feelings that Sasuke's imaginary Naruto suffered somehow transferred over to his body. Sure, the reason he made up that irrational idea was to satisfy himself, but he didn't mean for it to be that satisfying!

"YES! YES! I GET TO KISS SASUKE-KUUUN!" This shrill cry brought the two males back to reality enough to dart their attention to Sakura, the bottle, then back at Sakura again in horror. Both of them had been so preoccupied that they didn't even realize that the game of spin-the-bottle had started while they mused over their little fantasies – willingly thought out or not.

A light groan was heaved by the raven when he finally grasped onto the fact that he missed the start of the spin. His whole purpose for keeping his eyes closed at the start of the game was to ready himself for the spin and watch the bottle – nothing else! But he failed miserably when he had grown curious to what his blonde dobe was doing and sneaked a peak, only to be drawn into his cute expressions afterward. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the bottle, mentally kicking himself for having little self-control.

The game was most likely a set up. The bottle was somehow rigged to do this sort of thing – that much he was positive of.

A horrified expression etched itself on Naruto's face when the elated female stood and skipped to the other side of the table where her prize was sitting. His heart pounded remorsefully at the sight. It wasn't fair! Why couldn't she land on someone else?! Why did it have to be Sasuke?!

Naruto's eyes widened in shock. Why was his initial reaction 'land on someone else' when it should have been 'land on me?'

Sasuke grimaced and leaned back when Sakura plopped down right by his side. Her devious smile made his blood boil, and the small vicinity between them almost gave him hives. He became puzzled, however, when the female bent over to whisper something against his ear instead of planting a kiss on his lips – or more preferably, his cheek... take that back! He didn't want a kiss from her at all! "If you close your eyes and just act like I'm Naruto then I'm almost certain that this will go more smoothly than you think."

The unsuspecting blonde watched on, still debating who it was that screwed his feelings over. His nerves made him antsy and drove him to clench his fists in a tight ball to keep from doing anything embarrassing when the Uchiha's expression widened into a state of pure shock. What did Sakura say to him?! What was Naruto missing out on?! He wanted to know so badly, but all he could do was sit on the sidelines while the game played out before him.

After the alarm of finding that Sakura's knowledge proved to be very accurate – in the 'I-like-Naruto' region – had calmed down, Sasuke clenched his fists by his sides and glowered at the female. He didn't know how, but Sakura had pieced together his feelings for the dobe. He didn't care if she was trying to blackmail him for it though; he wasn't willing to abide to her every beck and call because of it. "I have no idea what you are trying to suggest, but I'm not going to kiss you back if that's what you are hinting at."

Surprisingly enough, the female's giddy disposition didn't waver at his words. Of course it wouldn't… Sakura knew she was victorious at his statement – to Sasuke's dismay – and kissing him, whether he was willing to give a reaction to it with his own kiss or not, was good enough for her.

"You don't have to kiss back for me to get the result I desire out of this." It was just as Sasuke had thought, but as for what she meant by getting a 'result' was over his head. He wasn't given much time to dwell over the meaning before Sakura slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. At first it was only a light peck, but she decided halfway through that there needed to be more and went so far to swing her arms around his neck and made it into a one-way make-out session, discomforting the Uchiha in so many ways.

Azure eyes remained locked onto the scene, never pulling away for even a second. His chest grew tight and it felt funny to breathe. His mouth parted in disbelief to what he was witnessing and a feeling of remorse washed over him at a huge factor that couldn't help but point itself out to Naruto; Sasuke wasn't even making an effort to push Sakura away after she went farther than necessary. "He… lied to me…"

Ino turned away from the sight when hearing this rasped whisper and was a little taken aback at the glazed expression in Naruto's eyes. She drew her arms up to her chest to cross them moodily. "What, are you jealous that Sasuke is kissing Sakura too? It's just like Billboard Brow! She always gets the steamy action around here!"

For some reason this didn't make Naruto as regretful as he thought it would. In fact, he wasn't regretful one bit; he was pissed off to the extreme!

"Sasuke is kissing Sakura." The line refused to stop tormenting the blonde. It didn't even occur to Naruto that this angered him more than the thought of 'Sakura is kissing Sasuke,' which was valid, compared to the words racing through his head. His gaze grew hateful when Sakura finally pulled away from Sasuke.

The pink-haired female happily pranced back to her seat, leaving Sasuke to feel needy of a bar of soap to scrub his whole mouth with. He brought his arm up to his face and savagely rubbed away Sakura germs that might try to infect his system. While disinfecting, something shot through him, giving him an icy chill afterward. His eyes trailed up to meet with the cause of his sudden discomfort: Naruto's cold stare.

Even after Sakura had taken her seat by Naruto, he did nothing but stare directly into pools of onyx, giving the female no attention whatsoever.

"I'll try to be more lenient with Sakura."

He lied. Sasuke lied to him! He… he knew and even said that he understood – no, not just understood, but knew exactly how Naruto felt in this kind of situation… so why-?

"Naruto."

His mind snapped back to reality at the sound of his name. He blinked a couple times when he realized that he was nearing a downpour. Once he was sure that the tears were no longer visible he looked in Sakura's direction, who pointed towards the bottle, her face revealing a little bit of frustration.

"Pay attention, it's your turn."

"Oh, right…"

The blonde let his eyes fall to the bottle. He watched it, contemplating, instead of reaching out to spin like suggested by the irritated female. This spin he was about to make would decide who he was going to kiss… but who did Naruto want to kiss? Right now he was far too upset at Sasuke for breaking his promise to fully consider him, the bastard.

One of Naruto's sweaty hands stretched forward and grasped a hold of the bottle, but made no action of moving it in the slightest. His thoughts were far too muddled on the topic of who he desired to kiss, let alone the ability for conscious movement while having this mental debate.

From across the table a pair of onyx eyes watched Naruto attentively, never letting his gaze sway from his body or the bottle. He was still working his sleeve against his lips, but wasn't expecting what came at him with full force. A blur of azure shot up at him, causing him to give a small, yet noticeable, flinch. The expression in Naruto's eyes hadn't changed at all. It was as if they were no longer eyes, but ice – delving down into Sasuke and reading him inside out.

There was a small glint hidden behind all of the ice. Sasuke didn't blink, afraid that he would lose it if he did, and stared back into the chilling gaze to decipher it.

After reading into the look and defining its meaning, Sasuke yearned for a time machine so he could go back and push Sakura away from himself, despite everyone in the room discovering his feelings.

He hurt Naruto. But the shattered promise that he made wasn't the only thing that ripped through the blonde. He was almost certain of this. If this was one of their normal arguments then Naruto would make a hissy-fit over it, flailing his arms about while causing much ruckus, and attempting to get at Sasuke's throat simply because Sakura was around him. And this was without the kissing… so where was the dramatic scene then? Why was it not occurring?

The balls of ice redirected their attention back down to the bottle, and with a quick flick of the wrist the bottle was off.

With a cunning expression slowly creasing her angelic façade, Sakura slyly glanced in Tenten's direction, raising her eyebrows in signal. The female smiled meekly in response. From beneath the table her hands worked quickly, but craftily. A couple wires within her grasp glowed lightly when supplied with her chakra and ran towards the middle of the table, just below the spot the bottle revolved upon. With a few tugs here and there on the wire, it created a small supersonic wave to rush rapidly through the metal line and come in enough contact with the table that it slowed the spinning object without arousing suspicion.

Everyone froze. They even forgot about breathing.

The bottle continued to rotate ever so slowly in its circle. It came to a rolling stop, the tip pointing – yet again – at the Uchiha. His gaze grew hard against the bottle just like before when it pointed towards him, but this time there was something different. Beads of sweat collected along his hairline, and his cheeks were a shade or two darker than normal.

The onyx orbs timidly raised themselves to Naruto, curious on his take on the situation. The startling blue eyes claimed victory to the race this time; they were already gazing back at him, the feelings within them still frozen in place. The Uchiha would have been more inclined to give up on risking this kiss if the slightly tinted, whiskered cheeks hadn't come into his line of vision.

"Well," started Sakura in a matter-of-fact sounding voice, "the rules were: even if they're the same sex you still have to kiss them, so I guess the two of you will have to grin and bare it. And try not to spit and sputter afterwards."

The other three girls nodded approvingly, but Naruto remained motionless.

"I'm not going to kiss him, I'm re-spinning!" his tone was bitter, biting into the raven.

"You can't do that, Naruto!" A pale hand slapped over the bottle, keeping the blonde from his mission. It was Ino. She looked to be offended by his declaration of re-spinning, knuckles turning white from gripping the bottle so tightly. It was a wonder she didn't break it. "Sasuke had to go through kissing Billboard Brow even though he didn't want to, so what makes you think you're an exception just because you don't want to kiss him?!"

Again, with the exception of Sakura – who glared at Ino's name-calling – the remaining girls nodded in agreement.

"B-bu-but!"

Tenten hopped up and over Sakura, standing by Naruto's side in a flash of movement. "Come on, Naruto, you're not a special case!" She grabbed the back of his jacket and gave a forceful shove.

Of course the table provided as a barrier, so Naruto was thankful when he only fell across it and slid just slightly in Sasuke's direction instead of having something dramatic happen, like a toss over the barrier and on top of the Uchiha. His train of thought escaped him. Being on top of Uchiha Sasuke… He was reluctant to admit the scenario in his bedroom where he hugged said male and fell atop of him had turned him on.

Bad thoughts! Naruto was supposed to be angry at the Uchiha, not daydreaming of lying directly on top of him!

It was hard not to flush when bringing his attention up to those mesmerizing 'I-can-see-right-through-you' onyx eyes though. "T-teme…" His voice quaked despite his efforts to keep it tame.

They watched him as if amused by the crude name, yet there was a tender spark within those deep, dark-as-night orbs. "Dobe…"

This riled the blonde up and quickly reminded him of Sasuke's deceit. "You-!"

A slim, pale finger rose to Sasuke's lips, ushering silence from Naruto. His gaze flitted beyond Naruto to the group of girls. After Tenten had launched Naruto into the table Sakura reigned over the other girls' attention, calling them over to her, and now they huddled together, whispering. Suspicions rose within the Uchiha. What were they up to now?

"If you want to talk without eavesdropping, then I'd suggest you save it until later, Naruto." Sasuke's voice was low and gruff. It only irritated the already pissed off blonde.

"Teme, I'll talk to you when I want to – eavesdropping or not – so don't tell me what to do!" Naruto silently pulled himself from the table surface, looking back at the group of girls to make sure they didn't take notice of his slipping away momentarily.

He turned his attention back to Sasuke only to feel his temper die down and his embarrassment rise once more. While he was preoccupied with watching the girls and making sure he was silent, Naruto had climbed off the table directly in front of Sasuke, practically sitting face-to-face even though he had managed to keep from sitting in the Uchiha's lap.

A somewhat curious expression crossed the raven's face, his brows rising slightly though he kept up the stoic temperament. "I never pictured Uzumaki Naruto being so forward." Of course it was supposed to be taken as a joke, but the already flushed, whiskered face darkened, and Sasuke's cheeks didn't hold back the itch to reveal emotion at the sight.

"St-stop screwing around with me, you bastard! I-I happen to be very serious right now!"

Sasuke's eyes diverted away. He knew why Naruto was upset, and he knew that Naruto was about to chew him out, but this was the conversation he didn't want to have right now.

Naruto made it hard for him to look away, violently snatching at the front of his shirt and pulling him so close that the quickened speed of the blonde's breathing raced across Sasuke's face. He held Naruto's gaze, giving in to what he wanted before he cracked at the feel of his breath tickling his skin.

"You… you lied to me!" The whisper was supposed to be that of outrage, but Naruto's wounds were cut deep, and he only sounded remorseful. "You said you would leave when Sakura came into the picture, but you did the exact opposite!" Sasuke watched in awe as the ice melted, but Naruto didn't hide it away with his sleeve this time. Naruto's grip on Sasuke's shirt shook. "So. Why. Did. You. Kiss. Her?"

"…I didn't…"

"Liar!"

"No, I'm not… she kissed me…"

"Then why didn't you let it drop, you-!"

"I'm sorry…"

The short conversation sent Naruto's mind spinning. For some reason he couldn't think what was up or down anymore. Did Uchiha Sasuke just apologize to him? His shaking hands loosened on Sasuke's shirt, but they remained attached. For some odd reason, he didn't want to let go.

Something warm ran smoothly against Naruto's cheek. It was now that the memory of tears trailing down his face came to him, and he felt like crawling under the table in shame as those remaining tears were tenderly wiped away by Sasuke.

"T-teme… don't act so familiar or worried… it makes me ner-!" The hand gliding across Naruto's cheek rounded to the back of his head unsuspectedly, ruffling his spiky locks of hair smoothly, and then pulled him into a position where there was no talking involved.

Hot, almost needy, lips brushed against his very passionately. Naruto's eyes were wide at the warm connection, gazing at the sealed eyes possessed by the raven. He exhaled heavily then realized he had been holding his breath. Inhaling failed and only caused him to feel lightheaded, so Naruto closed his eyes in hopes to steady his mind. He quickly attached his hands on Sasuke's forearms and was readying himself to push away, but the traitorous hands that were meant to inact this vision, tightly clung to the Uchiha instead.

Naruto felt time slip away from him and he grew worried. What if the girls saw?! They would definitely point out the obvious: that this looked too romantic to be a 'dared-kiss!'

To Naruto's relief and, shockingly enough, disappointment, Sasuke pulled back, allowing for the blonde's breath to catch up to him. There, within those mysterious, dark orbs, was that same look of tenderness reflecting back at Naruto.

"S… Sasuke…?"

(1) Note: it's one of those short tables that you always see in animes, mangas and dramas, yet, I DON'T HAVE ONE!! (I want a short table...)

Okies! I know I'm evil for leaving it right there, but it was either this, or nothing... (for this very moment) I didn't get to work on this chapy as much as I wished to, so that's why it ended at this point! XP

I'm going to bed now... Wish me luck on my finals tomorrow! :D

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