Woot woot! The party continues~! NNS NNS NNS. There's a link on my page to the spin the bottle seating (just in case you're confused as to who is sitting where). Sorry I didn't put this in the last chapter xD Anyway, enjoy~

Warning: Sorry to spoil it for anyone, but there's a lemon here. Yep. Nns nns nns. OH! And implied shojo-ai. IMPLIED, I just don't like it -.-

"He who has a thousand FRIENDS has not a friend to spare. He who has one ENEMY shall meet him everywhere."
-Emerson, Conduct of Life

I sighed heavily and let myself fall back on the floor, staring up at Kiba's ceiling. I could feel the bass of the loud music beating on the floors and thumping in my ears. "Whose dumb idea was it to play Truth or Dare?" I complained loudly, throwing my hands above my head. By this time,

"Quit being a poor sport!" Sakura said to me. I looked up and narrowed my eyes at her. "And be quiet, it's my turn anyway." She looked around the circle for a victim. She looked to Sasuke, but quickly looked away. I wondered why she didn't just dare him to kiss her or something. Then again, he would have to pick dare. When she couldn't decide on anyone, she said, "Naruto, truth or dare?"

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked over to her. "Ahh…" I thought for a moment. "Dare, I guess."

She threw her head back and groaned in annoyance. "Uggghh!" she said. "Why couldn't you have picked truth? I suck at coming up with dares!"

"Uhhh?" I said confusedly. I sat up and stretched my legs out in front of me. "I can change it to truth if you want?" I offered, trying to pull her out of a fit.

"Against the rules!" shouted Kiba, pointing his finger dramatically at me from across the circle. He nearly snarled when he demanded, "Dare, now!"

Screw the rules, I wanted to tell him. I looked back over to Sakura, but she still hadn't thought of anything.

"Help me out with this," she said to Ino. They leaned around Sasuke and whispered back in forth to each other. A couple shaking of the heads, and a couple nods, and they turned back to face the circle again. "Take your shirt off, Naruto!" she demanded, holding back laughs, and Ino as well.

I looked at her curiously. "What?" I said.

"You heard me!" she said, giggling and crossing her arms. "Take it off! And leave it off for the next three rounds."

I stared at her for a moment. It was really no big deal, but the fact that Sakura was daring me to take my shirt off was a bit strange. I was glad that my wounds had fully healed by then and pulled my shirt over my head. I turned to my left and plopped it on Hinata's lap with a cheeky grin. "Hold onto it for me, Hinata," I said to her. She blushed intensely and set the shirt in front of her embarrassedly. Neji leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at me, glaring. I smiled nervously and turned back the other way.

"Your turn," Sakura said to me.

I glanced around the circle, trying to pick someone out. I could be an asshole and tell Sakura to do something embarrassing, but I couldn't really think of anything interesting.

An idea sprung into my mind. I couldn't make Sakura do anything embarrassing, but maybe someone else… "Sa—"

"This is booooring," Kiba complained, interrupting me. He leaned forward and tapped his fingertips together evilly with a grin plastered on his face. "Time for…" He chuckled. "Seven Minutes in Heaven." He jumped up off the floor and ran off to grab something.

"Well, that lasted long," said Shikamaru uncaringly with a sigh. I looked over at him and, sure enough, he looked as bored as he always did.

Sakura and Ino looked at each other with expectant glances that after a moment were struck with the realization of competition, and turned away from the other, but never stopped looking at Sasuke, the bane of their rivalry. Temari was grinning and knocking Gaara in the arm a bit, while Kankuro sat a bit boredly, but still up for some games. Gaara didn't look fazed at all, lacking any emotion toward the idea. Lee eyed Sakura with excitement, probably telling himself that if they didn't get paired, that he wasn't worth her time or something like that. Hinata snuck a careful glance out of the corner of her eye at me, twiddling her fingers together. She reached forward and grabbed my shirt off the floor in front of her and handed it to me.

"Here," she said timidly. I took it from her still hands and slipped it on.

"Thanks," I told her. She smiled a little, blushed, and looked away.

"Okay!" announced Kiba, returning to the room with a piece of paper and a bunch of pens. "This is how it's going to work." Everyone stood up and he started to rip the paper into little sections and gave a piece and a pen to everyone, but tossed mine to me uncaringly, chuckling.

"Asshole," I called him.

He simply laughed and moved on. "Write your name on the piece of paper and put it in this hat." He tossed down a baseball cap onto the floor. Everyone did so, including Kiba, and waited for him to tell us the rest. "Guess I'll decide who goes first…" He looked around at everyone for a minute, wondering which would be the funniest, probably. Of course, as my dumb luck would have it, his eyes stopped right at me and lit up with an idea. I crossed my arms and made a face, and that decided it for him. "It would be funny to see you go first," he said to me, flashing his teeth. "Maybe… Yeah, let's see you go first, biatch!"

"Will you quit calling me that! I said to him. I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair, tousling it around messily. I went over to him with the extended ball cap and without looking, retrieved a slip of paper, hoping to whatever holy deity that it wasn't Gaara, because there was some part of him that I wanted to challenge, though I knew that I shouldn't mess with. As if reading my mind, he narrowed his eyes at me. He turned to Temari and said something, and left the room quietly.

Why couldn't I have just been like him, I wondered? Why the hell didn't I just leave the room and go back to the party? Oh, that's right. I was here to watch over Sasuke, apparently. That, and I really didn't have any other friends out there. The rest of the crowd was just a blur of random faces that maybe I've seen around the school once or twice.

I pulled the piece of paper out and unfolded it carefully, looking at its insides charily.

I raised an eyebrow at the neat name written on the inside in almost curly lettering: Hinata. I refused the urge to turn my attention over to her right away. I sighed a bit, and thought, What am I doing… I crumpled the slip of paper in my hand.

"Well?" Kiba asked. "Whose was it?"

Everyone looked at me expectantly, the dim lights of the particular room in Kiba's house barely reflecting in their wide, curious eyes. They all waited for me to tell them who I'd picked. But there was something keeping me from telling them, something urging me to lie…

I turned to look at Sasuke. "Let's go, Pretty Boy," I said to him. I shoved the crumpled piece of paper in my pocket. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at me wonderingly. His expression said, What are you planning…?

"Oooooh!" Kiba cooed at us. "Lovebirds again! I wonder what's gonna happen!" He laughed obnoxiously, along with a few others. Shino tapped his arm lightly and he stopped and cleared his throat. He pointed at a hallway that led even farther away from the pulsing party. "Third door on your left," he said. "And don't get the closet dirty." He winked awkwardly and waved his fingers. "Sweet seven minutes," he said, fishing into his pocket for his cell phone, probably to use the timer.

"Ciao," Sasuke said to Kiba, taking me by my hand and almost dragging me toward the closet. I gave him a skeptical look for being so quick to leave, and by taking my hand so suddenly in front of everyone. I turned around just before being shoved into the closet to see Sakura's eyes widen in realization. Sasuke shut the door behind him and turned to face me, but I was looking into the closet.

It was smaller than I imagined a closet would be in Kiba's huge house, but just enough for Sasuke and I to sit down on the carpeted floor and lean against the back wall. It was completely empty—no shelves, no bar, no boxes, nothing—making me think that Kiba had emptied it out just for this occasion.

I sat down and waited for Sasuke to do, so, too, but he just stood there, looking down at me.

"Well?" I said to him. "Are you gonna sit, or what? I mean, we've got seven minutes in here." I stretched my legs forward as far as I could before hitting the door.

Sasuke said something in a low voice, but I hadn't heard him quite well.

"Huh?" I said, sounding stupid.

"That's not enough time," he repeated. I couldn't see his face in the dark of the closet, the only ink splotch of light being the yellowish light filtering in from the tiny crack beneath the closet door.

I looked at him, wondering if he could see me. "For what?"

But he never gave me an answer. He was sitting on my lap, straggling my hips before I could say anything more. His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me against the wall, his lips on mine, tongue running along my bottom lip. I kissed him back with such heat that I wasn't sure what had gotten into me.

"I couldn't take it," he said quietly between kisses.

"Neither could I," I told him, just as quietly, so that no one outside could hear.

He pressed himself against me, pushing me onto the wall even harder. His feet were pushing against the closet door, and it moved just so it sounded against the door frame. I wondered if anyone was questioning us by now. Knowing them, they were sitting by the door, giggling like little girls.

I felt him grin against my lips and moved to the side to break the kiss. Instead of stopping, though, he just moved his mouth to my neck and started to suck there lightly, enough to leave a mark that I was going to have a fun time explaining to everyone. I would probably lie like an idiot and say that we were fighting or something, even though it was hardly believable.

"Wanna freak them out?" he asked.

My eyes widened at the thought. "Nngh.." I bit my lip to hold back the low moans. "No, I don't," I told him, trying to keep my voice down. He shifted and moved his knee to press to my groin, moving it to the sides. I bit my lip even harder and clutched the back of Sasuke's shirt.

But Sasuke wasn't having any of my disagreeing. He pressed even harder with his knee and clamped his teeth down on a certain part of my neck, causing me to cry out just barely. "Ah!" I instantly regretted having been too weak to hold back something so feeble, such a tiny animal noise that they would have surely heard outside the closet. "You bastard..." I pulled on the back of his shirt to try to pull him off, but the attempt was pathetic and didn't work at all. He continued to press his knee harder and move it around, and finally moved it and used a hand instead, massaging me, rubbing me through the cloth.

I cursed under my breath as I felt myself starting to get hard under his touch. "Stop!" I tried to tell him, but there was no was in hell he was listening to what I was saying. Every time I made a noise or didn't make a noise, he would intensify everything. His other hand moved to pull up on my shirt.

"Liked it better when it was off," he said, pulling it off of me and tossing it aside in the small closet space. He raked a hand downward on my chest and stomach, then his nails were replaced by his mouth, kissing and licking all over. I was sure that my bitten lip was about to come off. His hand moved from outside my pants to inside, kneading against my hardening cock. I moaned slightly, making sure no one outside could hear, though I wasn't very aware of anything out there anymore.

"What if they—mmm —come in here?" I asked him, working on steadying my breathing.

He kissed me on the lips for a moment, then pulled back and without stopping his hand, said so plainly, "They won't."

My eyes were just barely slits, fighting the urge to close and give in completely, but if I could, I would have narrowed my eyes at him. Instead, I let out a tiny whimpering sound as he rubbed up and down my cock. "F-fuh… They're going to eventually…" Soon, actually. Very soon.

He shook his head and chuckled lowly, kissing me on the neck again. "They left," he stated.

"Left?" I breathed.

He kissed me on the cheek lightly. "Mhmm." He looked behind him for a second, at the gap between the door and the floor. The lights closest to us from the room we were in were off, the yellowish glow gone, and the only faint one being from the living room and others that people were in. "Probably got bored." He shrugged. "Or thought it was funny."

I answered his thoughts with a small moan, now assured that I could be a bit louder than before.

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away and picked up my shirt, pushing it at my chest. "Let's go," he said, standing up abruptly. He opened the closet door, causing me to automatically shift into a position that hid my erection. He chuckled at me and pulled me up by the wrist, dragging me across the hallway.

I looked behind me at the fading lights and sounds from the party. "Where are you…?" I started to ask, but it was answered when he pulled me into a room, closed and locked the door behind him. He pushed me against the nearest object, which happened to be a desk. I fell backward onto it, scattering various papers. He pushed himself on top of me and kissed me with such want that it made my head spin. After causing enough disaster to the papers that had been on the desk, he pulled me up by my shoulders and started pulling me somewhere else in the room, but stopped short of his destination and pushed me against a wall, where a bulletin board had been hanging—until we knocked it down, its contents scattering, too. He tugged on me again, a little farther, this time hitting a nightstand. I landed to sit on it, knocking over a picture frame of some kind, and he grinded his hips against mine roughly. With quick hands, he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, yanking them down to my ankles. I kicked them off somewhere in the dark room.

He pushed me just a bit further and I landed on a large bed, to whom it belonged to I had no idea. He straddled me again, kissing my neck, chest, hips, leaving countless marks. He stopped short of the place where my gunshot wound had been, the one that he'd helped patch up but six days ago, no doubt wondering what the hell had happened to it, but passed over it and continued kissing, rubbing a hand against my dick through my boxers. With shaky hands, I slid them under his shirt, pulling it over his head forcefully and threw it somewhere in the room. I heard it land on top of something and knock it over and wondered how a t-shirt could do so much damage.

He pulled my boxers off my legs so swiftly I almost hadn't noticed. His hand stroked me up and down, starting out fairly slow. I let out a few low moans, hoping that no one would hear us.

Sakura poured herself a cup of caffeine-free soda, making sure not to fill it up too much. Halfway should be enough... She was on an all-liquid diet, but she still didn't want to over-fill herself. Maybe just a splash more couldn't hurt. Daintily, making sure not to spill, she took a sip and looked around at the intensifying party from the view of the kitchen.

The mass of people seemed to have multiplied considerably since she'd gotten there, and she took note of all of the extremely unfamiliar faces. She wondered to herself, was Kiba really friends with all of these people? She doubted it, not out of spite of Kiba, but just out of common sense. This is was happened at parties. The people who came invited others, who invited others, and so on.

She glanced around, waiting for Ino to come back to stand with her. It had been awhile now, probably ten, fifteen minutes since she'd disappeared, and she was getting anxious, not to mention lonely. She wasn't really all that close with anyone else there, and she'd managed to lose Lee somewhere in a crowd. She felt kind of bad for it, but if he really wanted to see her, he would end up finding her in good time (she gave him six minutes tops). Still, she didn't like being such a loner, especially at a party of such caliber, and would rather have anyone with her than no one at all.

Finally, Ino came stumbling over through some people, something way bigger than a cup in her hand. She smiled goofily at Sakura and threw her hand on he shoulder. "Heeeey!" she drawled out to her.

Sakura slipped out from under Ino's arm. "Took you long enough," she said, managing a rough smile. She took a sip of her soda and nodded to the huge, glass bottle that Ino was holding by its neck. "What's that?" she asked, not being able to read it because Ino was moving it around so much.

Ino took a swig of it and smiled at Sakura. "Someone brought alcohol," she said plainly, words slurring together.

Sakura looked at her skeptically. In fact, looked down at her skeptically. Metaphorically, that was, being as it Ino was given amazing genes, in Sakura's opinion, blessed with the particular few that gave her tremendous height compared to herself. Though, at the moment, they were at eye-level, because Ino was hunched over a bit, leaning on Sakura's shoulder for support again.

She narrowed her eyes at the other girl. If it had only been ten or fifteen minutes, how much did Ino drink in that time? She was damn drunk enough to be such an idiot, so she had to have had more than just a few drinks of that bottle in her hand.

Sakura snatched the bottle away from Ino, and it took her a moment to notice, too. "Gimme that," she said angrily. She turned around and stood on her toes, shoving it onto the top of one of the cabinets so that Ino, somehow, could not reach it. She was wasted, Sakura knew, and somehow not able to grab the damn bottle from a place she could easily reach.

Ino whined at her annoyingly. "Whyyyy?" she asked.

"You've had enough," she told her simply. "You need to stop now, and probably sober up a bit before you go home." Sakura turned around to look at a clock on one of the kitchen appliances. It wasn't even anywhere near midnight yet. She had plenty of time to beat her curfew and get Ino sobered up a little, right? She thought it out for a moment and decided that it was worth the risk. She took Ino by the hand and started to drag her to a bathroom she'd passed on her way there.

Ino tugged back a little, but was no match for Sakura's yanking. Sakura managed to pull her into a fairly large bathroom, herd out a couple that was making out there, and shut the door behind them. She kicked down the toilet seat and sat Ino down there, rifled through the cabinets under the sink for some washcloths, or something. She finally found one and drenched it in cold water, wrung it out, and set it against Ino's forehead. "Hold this there," she told her.

"If only my forehead were as big as yours," Ino joked. "It would be easier for me to hold it there." She giggled a bit at her own joke and hiccupped, taking the washcloth from Sakura.

Sakura sighed at Ino. "What were you thinking?" she asked her, sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to the toilet. She leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands. "Drinking alcohol. Tch. Idiot." She rolled her eyes at the girl who remained silent. "You should know better than that, Ino." Ino looked away, not sure of what to say. For a second, she looked rather sober, Sakura thought. But she was right back on the giggly side again, and Sakura knew she wasn't. "Don't be such a dumb—" Sakura would have finished that sentence, maybe with the word girl, maybe pig, perhaps even ass. She would have, and she was going to, but Ino had shot her hand out, grabbed her by her shirt collar, pulled her towards her, and kissed her fiercely.

At first, Sakura wasn't sure what to think. What was Ino doing! Hadn't she gotten enough out of embarrassing her earlier? Then she remembered a couple important things: (1) Ino was drunk, and drunk people did stupid things, and (2) There was no one in there for Ino to embarrass her in front of, so why was she…? The washcloth that Ino had been holding fell onto Sakura's lap, dripping water down her legs. Ino slipped her tongue into Sakura's mouth and pushed her forward slightly, and Sakura's eyes widened in horror. The taste of alcohol was strong in Ino's mouth. What the hell was going on!

She ripped herself away from the other girl and scooted farther away from her on the tub's edge, staring at her with wide, accusing eyes. She had no idea what to say to her, then, just stared at her, huffing for breath because the kiss had taken it from her.

Ino smiled a little and looked down, looked up at Sakura through her lashes.

"So damn cute," Ino said to her, then leaned against the back of the toilet she was sitting on.

Sakura raised her eyebrows at her. What the hell was she saying! "Stop that," she said demandingly. "You're drunk."

Ino sighed and reached forward toward Sakura. She flinched, but Ino said, "Relax, I'm getting the washcloth." She picked it up from Sakura's lap and placed it back on her forehead, leaning her head back against the wall behind her, closing her eyes. "You're such an idiot," she said simply, sounding like the more sober Ino everyone knew.

"You're one to talk," said Sakura. She clasped her hands together in her lap and made sure not to look at Ino for a long time. She was glad that they were in the bathroom and hoped and prayed that no one would ever find out about that.

The position had changed now, and by this time, Sasuke was fully unclothed, too. It took me awhile to get him to undress, but finally, he gave in. His head bobbed up and down on my cock with his hips hovering above my head, and I craned my neck upward and take his in my mouth. I held onto his knees so he wouldn't collapse on top of me, but I think he could have easily held himself up without my help. I heard his periodic moans and felt them as he sucked. I felt that I was close to cumming, and was going to say so, but before I could get a word out of my mouth, I felt his finger poke at my back entrance.

I jumped up instantly, knocking him off of me onto the other side of the bed. I scooted a little over away from him skittishly and looked at him with wide eyes.

He gave me a dirty, yet confused look. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, wiping his mouth.

I pulled my knees together and dragged them closer to me. "What were you doing?" I asked him stupidly.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. "What do you think?" was his reply.

I stared at him for a long moment, none of us saying anything to the other for a long time. The music could barely be heard in this part of the house, which was quite a relief, to say that no one else in the house could hear us. I was sure that I'd been pretty damn loud.

I knew just what he'd been doing, but I just… wasn't sure. About it. At all. I shook my head around, letting my hair move a little. I pushed some strands out of my eyes and looked back to him, but then back to the bedding at my feet, not enjoying the expression on his face. Distress? Irritation? The comforter was pushed aside and the sheets were all messed up now, nothing aligning with the bed quite right. I wondered what this person would thinking when they got back to their room. They should be lucky that we didn't leave some nice stains all over.

"Not tonight," I told him. He looked at me curiously and moved a little closer, but I didn't look back to him. "Just not tonight, okay?"

Usually, with the Sasuke I knew, he would jump my bones right there and say, My rules, dobe, and pin me down and ravage me to his liking or something. But for some reason, he didn't. He just wasn't predictable like I was. He stared at me for a long time, the only light showing in the room the pale moonlight, making him seem even more pale in contrast to the black bedding. He turned away and finally said, "Okay."

I glanced around the room for awhile, not knowing what else there was to say. I turned to the side to slide my feet onto the floor, taking in the room around me. On the nightstand I saw a picture frame that we'd knocked over earlier. I picked it up and held it up to the moonlight to inspect it. Looking back at me was a photo of Kiba and Shino when they were younger kids, in one of those cheesy frames that said Best Friends! all around the border. I set it back on the nightstand face-down, not wanting to look at it again, because the thought that had occurred to me then was just as sickening as it was entertaining.

"We just fucked up Kiba's room," I told Sasuke.

OH YEAAAAAAH. Kiba's parties.. Heheh. And that Ino! What was she thinking? Was she really drunk? Hmm, I guess you'll find out. OR YOU'LL NEVER KNOW. No, I'm only kidding. I'm a strong disbeliever of InoSaku, so if you like it, SORRYYY, I don't. I just thought I'd include that for the lulz.

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