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Sasuke was never going to forgive Itachi. He was never going to forgive his mother. It was all their fault. Itachi spiking his drink; his mother forcing him to invite Naruto over for dinner…This was torment.

Something felt different. Maybe it was that magic drink working? Maybe…but something felt different as he sat across the dinner table from Naruto as he and his mother made idle chatter and Kisame guffawed along with them. Itachi and Fugaku Uchiha sat in their regular silence, observing what was happening at the table; ignoring Sasuke's anger –if they were aware of it.

Of course Itachi was aware of it.

Since the kiss last night…Sasuke had felt…different. He'd felt, full stop.

There had been something different; something electric about the way their lips had connected that night before at the club. In truth, it had taken all Sasuke had to wrench away and not add to the kiss. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced kissing Sakura.

And now the idiot was sitting across from him, smiling that stupid, infectious smile that Sasuke both hated and enjoyed; and those eyes; those sparkling, blue eyes that always looked so hurt whenever he saw Sasuke and Sakura together. Right now, just joking around and enjoying Mikoto's cooking; wearing a casual dress shirt for the occasion…he almost looked cute.

No. What was he thinking? He had to quit this right now. He did not think that Naruto; his best friend; his male best friend, was cute. He had a girlfriend; a beautiful girlfriend, who didn't even compare to Naruto.

Wait; that wasn't right.

Sure, Naruto was the friend that had always been there for him since forever. Sure, they fought almost every day, but when it came down to it, Naruto would do anything for him. He knew what was going on in Sasuke's head almost better than Sasuke himself knew it sometimes. He could remember times when they could just sit in companionable silence and not need to say a word.

He hung his head a little, picking at his meal. He'd been bad to Naruto in the last year or so; blowing him off to be with Sakura, who in truth he wasn't so crazy about. His parents had just been putting pressure on him to get into a relationship and well…she'd always been around. Maybe he'd taken advantage of the fact that he knew the blonde would always be there.

"Sasuke, stop moping and eat your dinner," Mikoto scolded.

"I'm not moping," Sasuke grumbled.

"Yeah, he's just thinking," Naruto laughed.

" –Something you don't often do."

"Be nice," Mikoto scolded crossly, "Naruto is our guest!" Naruto stuck his tongue out across the table and then apologised for his rudeness, "No need to apologise, Naruto dear; Sasuke needs someone around who stands up to him." Kisame had quit the joking around to engage in a conversation with Fugaku and how his business was running. Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he saw for the thousandth time that Kisame and his father got along swimmingly (excusing the shark pun).

Despite what his mother had said, Sasuke continued to pick at his dinner. Itachi had spiked his drink to make him fall in love with the next person he kissed…and that person happened to be Naruto.

Did that mean he was going to fall in love with Naruto?

As that very thought crossed his mind, Naruto happened to look up over the dinner table and smile softly at him. That smile; for some reason made his heart leap, and he couldn't help but smile back. Naruto and Mikoto looked horrified.

"Fugaku, look! Sasuke's smiling!' Mikoto exclaimed, hand to her mouth in shock. Instantly, the mask was back as the rest of the table glanced at him, but the damage was done. Sasuke looked at Itachi to see if he'd noticed. A small smirk indicated that he indeed had.

Shit.

The more he thought about it, the more at home Naruto looked sitting at the Uchiha table. He lit everything up; everything about him was bright and boisterous; an attribute Sasuke both hated and adored at the same time. He rested his head on his hand and observed his friend.

He did, after all, know practically everything about Sasuke; his likes, dislikes, routines, secrets, fears (not that he would admit to having any)…and no matter how much of a jackass he was being; Naruto would stay his same, cheerful self.

Maybe it wouldn't be quite so bad falling in love with him?


It was Thursday, and everyone was getting really excited because the Uchiha family was throwing a fancy impromptu fundraiser for the university; organised by Mikoto of course. Well, it seemed to Deidara that everyone was getting excited except for him.

He was sitting moodily in his room with his sketchbook in front of him; brimming with frustration. He started doodling as he thought.

All week, it seemed that Hidan had been avoiding him. Did he think that maybe he would be rejected? In all honesty, Deidara didn't know what to do. His body obviously liked Hidan;really liked Hidan. Fuck, in recent days he'd jacked off more than once to thoughts of Hidan. And he'd seen a new side to him; seen him playing in a band; just being a cool guy; not holding up the macho act all the time; not trying to throw him in bins…he'd even been permitted to watch him play the piano –classical piano. He was really quite talented.

Really, Hidan had surprised him.

And the kiss…fuck…if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever experienced in his life! A few more minutes and he might've been begging to be fucked up against the wall. If he closed his eyes he could remember the feel of Hidan's hands clutching his ass, pushing him to grind against his leg; rubbing against his clothed erection.

Deidara opened his eyes again as he found himself growing hard just thinking about the memory, and discovered that his doodle had turned into a sketch; quite a sketch indeed.

It was a close-up of he and a suspiciously Hidan-looking man locking lips; their tongues quite obviously down each other's throats; hands tearing at each other's hair. Deidara sighed in aggravation to himself, flicking through his sketchbook and seeing sketches of only him and that Hidan-lookalike in various situations; growing increasingly provocative and lusty. He blushed that he had drawn such things, but couldn't bring himself to throw them out.

"Fuck!" he shouted, unable to think of anything better to say, and unzipped his jeans to get rid of the aching arousal in his pants.


At that same moment in time, Hidan was lying on his bed with his journal lying underneath his pillow. He was staring up at the ceiling, and didn't even notice when Suigetsu snuck into his room.

Noticing that his brother hadn't made any move to kick his ass, Suigetsu stopped and frowned.

"Hidan?" he raised an eyebrow, and his brother just turned his head to face him with a frown on his face.

"What?"

"You're not going to kick me out?" his brother inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"No?" Hidan seemed confused by the question.

"…You're not going to throw a lamp at me?"

"No, why would I throw a lamp at you?" he inquired.

"…You've thrown six at me," Suigetsu reminded him, "On different occasions. When I pretend to sneak into your room, you throw something at me; swear; and threaten to kill me unless I 'get the fuck out of your fucking room'."

"Oh," Hidan shrugged, and looked up at the ceiling again, lost in thought.

"What's up, bro?" Suigetsu asked, taking this new, placid Hidan's silence as permission to stay; heading over and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Nothing."

"It's something. You didn't even punch me when I messed up your hair this morning."

Hidan gave no response so Suigetsu just sighed, "Is there a reason you're avoiding Deidara?"

"I'm not avoiding Deidara."

"Yes you are," Suigetsu corrected, "You two haven't fought since Saturday morning. Jesus, I haven't even seen the two of you in the same room since Saturday night…"

"Shut up," Hidan snapped, rolling over so that his younger brother couldn't see his face.

"Hit a nerve, did I?" he smirked cheekily, "Come on, Hidan, you can tell me what's going on…"

"I don't know what's going on, all right?" he snapped, "Are you fucking happy? I have no clue what is going on." Suigetsu just stared at his brother's back. Wow. Something was really messing with his head. He just patted him on the shoulder and left him to his own devices.

As soon as Suigetsu was gone, Hidan rolled onto his back again, frowning and trying to figure out what had happened on Saturday night. He'd felt jealous when Deidara was dancing with other people…then they danced together…and fuck…blondie dancing with him had been hot as fuck; the things that were running through his mind as they ground against each other on the dance floor. His imagination had run wild…

And then in the bathroom…what had he been thinking; kissing him like that? It was the first time he'd kissed another man and…and he'd fucking enjoyed it. None of the many women he'd been with had been like that in the slightest! And now what? Had he led Deidara on? Blondie liked him in the first place…was kissing him too far?

His body definitely didn't think so. Fuck, the amount of wet dreams he'd had about the blonde these days was borderline unnatural. He'd never had sex with a man before, but in his dreams, it was fucking amazing; and those moans…they stuck with him throughout the day.

What did he do now? He had to admit he liked spending time with him. Their fights now…they had become well, a little bit fun. Hidan made a frustrated noise and slammed his pillow over his head.


It was funny how so much could change in such a small amount of time, Itachi mused as he sat in English class; observing as he always did. He was in particular, watching his little brother arguing with Naruto about something. Maybe Naruto didn't notice, but the nickname 'idiot' wasn't thrown about with quite as much condescension as usual; more like…affection. Itachi nearly patted himself on the back, but refrained from doing so in public. He couldn't have the world knowing what he was up to. He spied Shikamaru snoring next to him and had to pity the poor man for having to sit through watching Temari fawn over a man that wasn't him.

Never fear; Itachi still had big plans that needed to be realised, and the King of the Fairies would be thanking him soon enough.


Oh the relationships... what's going to happen at the Uchiha fundraiser?

xx K