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Featuring a bit of an OOC Gaara; enjoy!

There was a small clunk of a glass of water hitting the table and Deidara sleepily opened one of his eyes to find Sasori sitting down in one of the other deck chairs that he and Gaara had hauled out onto the sunny lawn of the Suna fraternity property to make the most of the afternoon sun. Deidara had been lucky enough to get over his hangover relatively easy, and now he was tanning shirtless on one of the deck chairs –rather enjoying the displeasure that the Akatsuki boys were displaying as they laboriously began cleaning up their house.

"…Had a good night, Deidara?" Sasori inquired flatly as the blonde gratefully took a swig of the water provided.

"Not bad," Deidara replied vaguely, closing his eyes again.

"…So how was he?" the redhead asked, causing him to splutter on his drink. "The guy you were fucking last night."

" –What are you talking about –"

"Thin walls, Deidara. Paper thin walls," Sasori replied with a small smirk, "Didn't leave a lot to the imagination, really. Cute hickey, by the way." Deidara blushed and self-consciously clapped a hand to his neck, but refused to give Sasori the satisfaction by confirming or denying anything. "And you, Gaara; Facebook really paints your activities well…"

"You should see Neji, yeah," Deidara chuckled, glancing over at Gaara, who was looking rather hung over –but somehow was pulling it off fantastically, "He's picking up trash by the basketball court; Kankuro didn't pull his punch…"

"Shame; he's got such a pretty face," Gaara rumbled slyly, "…Kankuro shouldn't have interfered…"

"What, and let you have sex with Neji Hyuuga in the middle of a crowded room?" Sasori deadpanned as Gaara mulled over this possibility, "You should probably stop slutting it up around your siblings; they disapprove."

"Let them disapprove," Gaara shrugged, easily picking out Neji from the figures across the road. The Hyuuga was dressed in a white shirt and had his hair tied back off his face; revealing a nasty bruise forming on one of his cheeks. "You can't say he isn't sexy…"

"True," Deidara admitted with a nonchalant shrug.

"…Have the two of you just been out here checking out the Akatsuki boys?" Sasori inquired flatly.

"…I had no idea we were so transparent," Gaara replied sarcastically.

"So who's Deidara got his eye on?" Sasori asked suspiciously, noting that a soft flush was dusting the blonde's cheeks as he didn't deign to reply.

In all honesty, Deidara had been watching Hidan. The platinum-haired man was currently hosing down the courtyard (probably to get rid of the vast amount of vomit) and the blonde for some reason found himself unable to drag his eyes away. Yes, he was aware that he had made a pretty terrible call that night; kissing Hidan had been a stupid idea; taking him home and having sex with him was even worse –but now he was intrigued.

Now that he'd had a taste…he'd found that he liked it. He thought it was safe to presume that he had been Hidan's first time having sex with another guy; but he'd been damn good at it. Deidara couldn't quite remember a time when he'd had sex that good. He'd had a bit of trouble walking, and his ass was throbbing –but it was worth it. He smirked to himself.

And then oh god; Hidan took his shirt off.

Apparently it was very hot over on the other side of the street, because he drew off his shirt, almost as if in slow motion, and then doused himself with the hose. Deidara actually licked his lips. God; that body. Hidan was a jackass, but the amount that he was ripped almost kind of made up for it.

"…You're drooling," Sasori remarked in slight amusement as Deidara hurriedly licked his lips and semi-averted his eyes; only to be drawn back by the desire to perve on Hidan a little more. The memory of those muscles up against him…those arms around him…Suddenly, Hidan looked over his shoulder and met his gaze. He flipped his middle finger at him and Deidara raised an eyebrow darkly.

"I've found like six shoes filled with vomit…" Naruto complained in disgust as he threw a bag into the dumpster they'd hired for the occasion, "Hidan! Quit being so mean to Deidara! What's your problem with him?"

"He's a fucking queer," Hidan snapped.

"So's Kisame," Naruto reminded him, rolling his eyes and grabbing another bag to join Neji in picking up trash.

"Kisame doesn't take it up the ass," Hidan retorted, dousing himself with water again. The water was refreshing; and it was also a distraction from the shirtless guy across the road. Every time he looked across, all he could think about was how Deidara had been naked with him; and how he'd looked, being naked with him. It was making him very uncomfortable, and the tanned, toned torso of the blonde was for some reason, now looking just a little bit inviting.

" –Hey Neji," Naruto suddenly remarked in a teasing voice, "Sweet video by the way; isn't that Gaara across the road?" Neji looked up briefly and flushed.

"…I would appreciate if you would refrain from making mention of my drunken activities…" Neji growled flatly, "That was humiliating…Like I can ever show my face around the student council ever again…"

" –Shikamaru slept with Temari and he's not stressing," Naruto tried to point out.

"…Not in front of dozens of people…" Neji muttered, "And it's not on Facebook…"

"Don't forget Youtube," Suigetsu chuckled from nearby, "…Hey, Naruto knows exactly how you feel; he did kind of the same thing with Sasuke –"

"Shut up!" Naruto snapped, blushing a little.

"Didn't you guys wake up together?" Suigetsu continued teasingly.

"Neji…I'm pretty sure he's checking you out…" Naruto remarked to divert attention, looking across the road. Neji followed his gaze and immediately turned around to ignore the fact that yes, Gaara Sabaku was rather unashamedly watching him with that piercing gaze.

"This is awful…" Neji complained, touching his throbbing face from where he had been punched by Kankuro, "I woke up in a pile of glass to discover that I am doing unspeakable things to a man I barely know! I feel cheap."

"Don't we all?" Naruto muttered with a snort.

"Not particularly, no," Suigetsu smirked, "Or Hidan; he got some hot blonde –" Instead of claiming it like he usually would, Hidan just glared at Suigetsu and instead ditched the hose to leap up onto the basketball hoop and begin doing chin ups.

"You're a fucking show off…" Suigetsu snorted, snatching the hose and dousing him with it. Hidan looked briefly across the road and discovered to his horror that Deidara was rather obviously looking at him.

Of course Deidara was looking. He could see Hidan's muscles bulging with each chin up, and it was an altogether hot sight. His mouth had gone dry and he fidgeted uncomfortably. Sure; he'd always noticed that maybe the man was kind of attractive…but after kissing him; after having sex with him…that dripping, sculpted body was sexy.

"You two are ridiculous," Sasori remarked flatly, seeing the way that Deidara's eyes had glazed over and the way that Gaara was thoughtfully and rather predatorily gazing at the Hyuuga, "I'm going back inside until the two of you have your libidos in check…"

"You might be waiting a while," Gaara informed him with a smirk.

"Hidan, get down from there," Kisame called out from the porch as he scrubbed at the walls and cleared up broken glass.

"Yes, dad," Hidan grumbled as he leapt down.

"…Does that make Itachi 'mom'?" Suigetsu chuckled teasingly.

"Not if he can hear you," Kisame laughed, and they all sniggered.

" –Kisame; you better not be mocking me with those delinquents –" Itachi's cross voice could be heard from one of the upstairs bedrooms.

"Yes Itachi…" Kisame called back.

"...Now that you've fucked, you guys really are like an old married couple," Suigetsu remarked cheekily.

"Don't let your mother hear that," the blue man joked; but not loud enough for Itachi to be able to hear. "Where's Sasuke? I need a broom…"

"Have it," Sasuke suddenly appeared at the front door, "Shikamaru's finishing sweeping the kitchen –I made this year's pledges do the bathrooms." They all laughed and cringed sympathetically, remembering the terrible times they'd had with cleaning the bathrooms after a huge party. "…Kiba's called a cab so anyone injured can get to the hospital…"

"We've started a broken-person pile in the living room," Kiba hollered from the front door, "If you find anyone just send them there…"

"How many have we got so far?" Naruto inquired.

"About seven," he replied with a shrug, "Nothing major. Stitches, sprains; although I think there are some broken knuckles and shit."

"Sasuke, Naruto; would the two of you please help upstairs?" Kisame inquired, examining the front yard, "Hidan; would you get rid of the burnt couches?" He started spouting orders and the boys all pouted and staggered off to do as they were asked; nursing their sluggish bodies and sore heads. If they didn't have the place cleaned up, then 'injured' or not, Itachi would have their heads.

Naruto groaned as soon as he and Sasuke arrived on the first floor. Glass; cans; foliage; dirt; blood; it was all there.

"Quit complaining," Sasuke snorted.

"Well, I suppose the faster we do it, the sooner we can go back to bed," Naruto shrugged, and then blushed, stammering out a, "I mean; we can each go back to bed. Separately; not together…I mean…" He grabbed a nearby broom and began sweeping all the trash towards one end of the corridor.

"Whatever," Sasuke rolled his eyes, "Separate the glass from the cans, moron!"

"Shut up, bastard!" Naruto sniffed crossly, scooping up a rubbish bag and getting onto his knees to better gather up the rubbish. Sasuke sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head at Naruto's ridiculous stance.

A bit later on, Sasuke was busy scrubbing a particularly stubborn mud stain on the wall while his friend scrounged around looking for cans. Naruto spied one just by Sasuke's feet and slunk closer on his knees to snatch it up.

Unfortunately, Sasuke turned at the exact moment Naruto lunged forwards, and the result was that Naruto ended up with a face-full of the raven's crotch.

"OWWWW!" Naruto yelped as Sasuke recoiled with a "What the hell, Naruto!"

"Stop pulling!" Naruto complained, clutching at his head, "My hair! OW Sasuke!" Sasuke paused for a moment to allow Naruto a moment without pain and noticed that the blonde had somehow managed to get his hair caught in his fly. "Ow, my hair's stuck…"

"Oh my god, you are such an idiot," Sasuke grumbled, trying to push Naruto's head back but the blonde resisting because it hurt too much. Naruto wriggled a little and unfortunately resulted in his cheek rubbing up against Sasuke's crotch.

"Stop moving," Sasuke grumbled, annoyed that the friction wasn't altogether uncomfortable, "Just pull free!"

"It hurts!" Naruto complained crossly, pushing Sasuke's hips back a little bit; all-too self-conscious about his close proximity to the other man's genitalia.

"Just pull a bit harder!" Sasuke snapped through gritted teeth, looking down to find annoyed blue eyes looking up at him, "Just a little harder; you'll be fine…"

"…Guys, I didn't need to hear that... couldn't you like move it to a room or something?" Kiba grumbled, standing at the top of the stairs with an arm over his eyes, "Okay if you like made out last night, but now –"

"No, no, Kiba, this isn't what it looks like!" Naruto squawked indignantly, "OW! I was reaching for a can…and my hair got stuck in his fly…" Kiba paused a moment before dropping his arm and bursting out laughing, "…Man, come on; it's not funny…"

"…It's fucking funny," Kiba chortled, pulling out his phone.

"Take a picture and I'll break your arm," Sasuke threatened in an even voice.

"…He's not kidding," Naruto assured Kiba very seriously, "Broke my arm in high school when I took a picture of him when he fell in a puddle." Kiba slowly put away the phone and Sasuke took the opportunity of Naruto being distracted to tug away violently. Naruto gave a wild yell, reeling backwards and clutching at his poor head while Kiba crowed with laughter.

"You're such a bastard!" Naruto snapped crossly, sitting back on his haunches and gloomily beginning to pick up bottles once more. "How's the front yard coming?"

"Better," Kiba sighed, "Although we all smell like vomit. And do you know why there's a pig running around the house?" There was a sudden thud from the next floor up, "…We're making the younger guys chase it, but it's pretty fast."

"I can totally catch it!" Naruto exclaimed excitedly, hearing an aggravated yell from upstairs.

"Like you could," Sasuke snorted condescendingly.

"I'll totally catch it before you –" Immediately, Naruto headed for the stairs and Sasuke stalked off after him; not turning down one of Naruto's ridiculous challenges. Kiba just sighed heavily and decided that maybe he was probably better off just continuing what they had started.

"Naruto –" Sasuke grabbed the back of Naruto's shirt to pull him behind him in the hopes of increasing his chances of winning this stupid contest. Naruto, unfortunately, was fairly off-balance and with that sudden yank went reeling backwards; crashing into the raven and sending the pair of them tumbling down the stairs.

Sasuke slammed backwards against the wall, a sudden weight crashing into his chest. He let out a low moan of pain; blinking as he realised that again, Naruto was perched in his lap; arms either side of his head.

Naruto let out a serious of low moans; directly in Sasuke's ear, and the raven was horrified to discover that those sounds sent a shiver down his spine.

"Stop…stop making those noises…" Sasuke muttered. The blonde shifted in his lap, finding himself actually rather comfortable there, and he looked up to see Sasuke looking at him with slightly pink cheeks. Naruto immediately found himself blushing but couldn't help but let his lips trail down to stare at Sasuke's.

Now that he was this close to him and maybe not quite so hung over, he could maybe admit that his best friend was quite good-looking…well, he had decent bone structure, sure; and he had kind of pretty eyes…Unwittingly, he began to move forwards slightly.

The air was filled with some kind of weird tension. They could both feel it now; especially since Sasuke was beginning to fidget agitatedly; his crotch grinding up against Naruto's ass a little bit too much. Naruto dropped his arms; fingers accidentally lightly brushing Sasuke's arms and sending a slight shiver between the two of them.

"Um…maybe…maybe you should get off me," Sasuke murmured in low voice that Naruto found himself drawn to listening to.

"Oh…yeah…" he admitted, scrambling backwards off his friend and with a last, sheepish look and a lick of his lips, he bounded upstairs to help the younger guys catch the damn pig. Sasuke just sat there against the wall for a moment in a brief amount of shock. Had Naruto just been about to kiss him? For a brief moment; just a very brief moment; he'd thought about doing the same…and then remembered himself.

Curse Sai and his ridiculous games; before last night, Sasuke would've been shoving Naruto away for such foolish thoughts…but…Sasuke could remember the way Naruto's lips felt upon his and the way his body had felt up against him…His eyes were a little bit, well…adorable…

Shaking his head incredulously, he clambered to his feet.

No.

This was not how things were.

He didn't look at Naruto that way.

They were both straight; had been all their lives. They'd been friends ever since they were kids, and that was all they were, right?

"…This cannot get out of hand," Sasuke mused, deciding that he needed a distraction as he pulled out his phone and quickly dialled one of the numbers. He couldn't believe he was doing this; but desperate times…

Someone quickly picked up, sounding breathy and surprised.

"Hi Karin," he remarked flatly, rubbing his forehead as he heard cheers from upstairs as Naruto apparently managed to capture the pig, "…Would you like to…maybe…go out some time?"

"…Yes, I'm aware of how this reflects on the student body," Neji remarked, on the phone, "I apologise, Dean Tsunade. It won't happen again. I will do my utmost to rectify the situation." He sighed heavily, holding the phone slightly away from his ear. Tsunade had a voice on her when the need arose; and he had been getting an earful for about twenty minutes now. Someone tapped him on the shoulder, but he waved them away.

"Of course; I'll help with the prom," Neji assured Tsunade, "…No, I assured you; I will not let this affect me…"

"Are you sure?" a husky voice suddenly whispered in his other ear, "…I sure affected you last night…" Neji gave a brief yell, recoiling away to discover that Gaara was standing almost directly behind him with a small smirk.

"No, Tsuande; I'm fine…we're just in the process of cleaning up," he informed her when she questioned his shout. With angry, annoyed eyes, he glared at Gaara and tried to wave him away. All that happened, however, was the redhead slinking closer and slamming a hand into the wall; effectively trapped Neji between it and his body.

"Would you leave me alone?" Neji hissed, covering the mouthpiece, "No, I wasn't talking to you, Tsunade…" Gaara moved in closer, pressing his hips up against Neji's and slowly running his tongue against the brunette's throat. Neji shuddered as that tongue gently traced his jaw and hands slid down his sides seductively. He quivered slightly as lips sensually brushed against his own as he struggled to keep his voice steady.

"Thank you for this s-second chance," he was saying, and Tsunade hung up on him. As soon as he'd made sure she was definitely no longer on the line, Neji pushed Gaara backwards roughly and glared angrily.

"What's the big idea?" he snapped irritably.

"…I thought you might want to continue where we left off last night," Gaara murmured with a smirk.

" –As if!" Neji snorted, stalking past him haughtily, "You are a delinquent that took advantage of my drunken state! Not to mention that your brother punched me!" Gaara stepped to intercept him but Neji stepped aside once more. "Stay away from me! I have enough to worry about now as it is without you molesting me." This time, Gaara let him past, and instead of following him, wandered back over to where Deidara was still not-so-subtly checking out Hidan.

"…Went well did it?" Deidara laughed, but Gaara just smirked.

"He's playing hard to get," the redhead shrugged, "…But just you wait…"

"What are we doing, boys?" Temari inquired, coming out from the Suna fraternity from where she'd been visiting her brother.

"Degrading men," Gaara replied, "I heard you got rather degraded yourself last night…Shikamaru, am I correct?"

"…How did you hear that?" Temari instantly snapped, hands on her hips.

"Hand over the fifty, Deidara," her little brother smirked as the blonde cursed. Temari made an offended noise.

"…I hope you're not going chasing after the Hyuuga," she remarked flatly, "I heard about what you were doing with him on the pool table; you should be ashamed, Gaara –although he is an attractive man, I'll admit that…"

"He's clearly not interested," Deidara snorted. Gaara just shrugged and lay back in the sun.

"…Don't worry," he smirked. "Things are about to get interesting."

Oh Gaara; don't molest Neji! And Sasuke in denial. And Hidan and Deidara... ahh, how a drunken night can start to change you! Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out how much can change! Much love.

xx K