Final edit: I do not own Naruto. Thanks for joining the ride
Part 3
"Bye-bye, boys! Drive safe, and Sasuke? Next time bring your brother again dear, he was just so much fun last time." Kushina waved to them from the porch and blew a kiss in their general direction.
Naruto tucked into the passenger seat of the car and attempted to hide behind his collar, slumping down into the chair as his mother continued for a few more seconds before allowing her nurse, Tsunade, to wheel her back inside. Sasuke started the car and headed for home, briefly wondering if Itachi was still at the apartment with his friends. Beside him, Naruto sighed and almost seemed to be trying to melt into the seat.
"I'm sorry about my mom, Sasuke; she means well and all," the blonde trailed off, a little embarrassed. Sasuke smirked good-humoredly, and grunted a slight response, but otherwise allowed the anxious blonde to stew in silence while he drove them home.
Naruto glanced at his quiet companion before letting a breath out quietly through softly parted lips and leaning to press his forehead against the cool window. He owed so much to the man; and yet, Sasuke never really seemed to feel a need to call on that debt or rub it in his face despite his general tendency to act like a spoiled prick. He'd gotten him set back straight, employed him in a way that emphasized his personal skills, and, if he was honest, rebuilt his confidence in a way that his father's death had critically damaged.
That day had effectively changed his life, the day he drunkenly called a stranger an asshole and threw up all over him; then, followed that stranger home, got in his car, and wandered inside of an unfamiliar place that, somehow, he now called home; it was simultaneously the worst, and the best day of his life. In the time he had known the Uchiha's, he'd discovered they had an odd habit of picking up and adopting strays; not animals, or pets, but people. Both Sasuke and his brother had a tendency of just sort of having important people drop into their lives through one odd circumstance or another- Sakura dropping out of nursing school, furiously frustrated on the side of a random street and throwing a brick at Sasuke's company car while he was parked outside of a Starbucks and her then shortly becoming his most prized administrative assistant; Sasori putting out a fire caused by Deidara with Itachi's paint water in the art workshop when they all visited as students together years ago; Kisame showing up to a swanky party they'd held when Sasuke had accepted the inheritance of his father's company with nothing but a box of girl scout cookies and a pocket full of excuses, but somehow never once being asked to leave- and somehow they just never got pushed out of the door. There was this almost magnetic pull to the brothers, one that entrapped anyone dumb enough to push their way in close enough to them. Naruto knew he'd been caught as early as the first morning he woke up hungover on their fancy couch and was told to get ready, they were going to the office.
There was no doubt that Sasuke, especially, had this aura about him that generally read: fuck off as kindly as possible, and most people tended to heed this very clear and obvious warning; but Naruto would be desperately lying if he said he hadn't felt that initial pull from the elegant, dark-featured man from the beginning… and wished Sasuke would pull something else.
The first few times he'd had these thoughts about his boss, he'd chalked them up to being inebriated, as he generally was on the occasional breaks his new and often strenuous job afforded him. Naruto felt a bead of sweat work its way down his back and he adjusted uncomfortably in his seat. He felt guilty for wanting to kiss Sasuke every time he noticed him flush that adorable shade of blush, or when he had that annoying smirk on his face after working a crowd or giving a flawless presentation; the prick knew how good he was, he knew the effect he had on people when he turned on that practiced charm and that sinful smirk, with those glinting dark eyes -And oh my god.
But Naruto knew that beyond the tough, almost harsh and occasionally condescending exterior of the serious man beside him, he was actually almost shy; behind the biting, and scratches that usually accompanied an insult or diverting criticism, was a man that just needed to be kissed senseless, mussed up a bit, and put in his place for once. How his fingers ached to tighten in the collar of his boss's perfectly pressed shirt and wipe that in-control and all-knowing look off of his pretty face. A pink tongue darted out and quickly wet his lips, the jerk of the car coming to a stop pulling him from his less than appropriate thoughts.
Together, the two exhausted men collected their things and began the short trudge inside. In the elevator, Sasuke finally shrugged out of his coat and loosened his black tie, popping the top two buttons on his shirt with a happy sigh. He tossed his jacket over one shoulder and leaned against the wall, unbuttoning and pushing up his sleeves messily. Naruto nonchalantly leaned against the rail behind him, whistling quietly; he felt his palms grow clammy and he swallowed, did Sasuke just not think before he did these things? The other man ran a hand through his slicked back hair, mussing it up in a way that was just so, and then the elevator doors opened up and he was heading into the hall with long, even strides. Naruto noticeably had to close his jaw from where his lips had parted and followed after wordlessly. When Sasuke began unlocking the door, he noticed the blonde puttering around a few steps behind him nervously, distracted, and obviously just a little bit heated or flustered. Loud music blasted distantly through the wood of the door beneath his fingertips, and he moved to grab the handle.
"What's wrong with you, idiot? You're acting weird as shit all of the sudden," Sasuke bit out, pushing open the front door with a shoulder, but he was unable to meet Naruto's eye as he'd pretty easily figured what the reason might be for the normally boisterous man's sudden change in behavior. The music grew exponentially louder, and the smell of alcohol hit Sasuke's nose suddenly.
The room had been greatly dimmed but was punctuated by highlights of neon and two spotlights that hovered overhead. He recognized several people from the event as well as a cluster of Itachi's friends from before still hovering together in the corner by the window, and he waved amicably to Sakura and Kakashi where they sat huddled together on one of the couches beside another girl from reception that had just been promoted to managerial level; he recognized her but could never remember her name. Karen? Karin? Whatever.
Sasuke felt the blonde beside him begin almost vibrating from excitement. From deep within the room, he heard a familiar voice shout out, "No fucking shit! Naruto's here, bitches. Party's on now fuckers!"
Releasing a quick breath through his nose, Sasuke barely had time to widen his eyes in realization before the blonde beside him stepped inside with a wave and a responding cry of, "Hidan, my motherfucking man!"
Sasuke pinched his nose and went off into the atmospheric room in search of alcohol, shutting the door behind him with a harsh slam. It only took him a moment to locate one of the coolers in the kitchen, navigating easily around the people that seemed to be milling about generally everywhere; thankfully, he did actually recognize a few of the reps from the event earlier and several of his own office leaders. Another brief flash of the stripping memory hit him with the first sip of beer, and he allowed his dark eyes to rove over the small crowd as he leaned on the island, sipping at the head that clung to the can. When he spotted Naruto, already doing a round of shots with his favorite one of Itachi's buddies to party with, he smirked and tossed his beer back a little faster.
Maybe he'd get another good show at least; and briefly, he entertained the thought of maybe getting a private show instead.
...
'So thick,' the raven thought, focused intensely on the perfectly flexed biceps before him. Sasuke shook his head in an effort to clear his fevered mind and tipped his beer back to drain the remaining dregs. What number was this? Four? Six?
He blinked slowly but was unable to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him even as he sank down onto the barstool behind him. He attempted to swallow, but without the easy lubrication of alcohol, he felt as though he was choking on lead. Another loud whoop of celebration broke out amongst the party goers, who seemed to have almost doubled in numbers since he and Naruto had gotten home a little over an hour ago. Did they even know all of these people? A young guy with massive red face tattoos wearing only cutoff denim shorts and a leather jacket passed by him, chatting a little beyond comfortably with his redheaded reception manager. Who the hell was that? A chant started steadily throughout the room, carrying over into the smaller group of people huddled behind him in the kitchen, of Naruto's name.
Speaking of- Naruto. A single finger hooked into the silky black tie looped around his pale neck and he tugged at it, hoping to alleviate some of this choking feeling. Another raucous cheer erupted, and his shadow dropped from the kegstand he'd been performing and took a dramatic bow, wiping some errant foam from his lips on one crumpled sleeve. He was met with a sound clap to the back and a wide grin from the violet eyed man beside him, who swiftly took his place. Sasuke felt his brother's presence occupy the seat beside him but didn't pay him any mind until Itachi pressed a frozen can to the back of his neck. Barely avoiding making a decidedly unmanly noise, he snatched it from him with a fierce glare.
Lips tilted into a faint smirk, the elder Uchiha cocked his head once in the direction of party central. "Who brought the keg?"
"You mean you don't know? Isn't this your mess?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously, even through the comfortable haze of booze.
"I'm choosing to blame Deidara for this one. Do you really think I know, let alone care, about this many people?" Sasuke popped the top off of the drink in his hand and gave a one shouldered shrug; it sounded plausible enough for him. Itachi watched carefully as Naruto graciously held the aforementioned blonde's ankles while he took a turn drinking from the silver monstrosity that had made its home in their living room. The slightest hint of judgment was present in his dark eyes as he analyzed the two of them, then turned to his brother decidedly. "You haven't said anything yet."
Sasuke bristled. "I was going to when we got home, but it's not really an environment conducive to a confession, now is it?"
The younger Uchiha generally appreciated his sagely older brother and was regularly grateful for his occasional advice or words of wisdom; but if he had come over here just to pester him, he really didn't need that shit right now. It was way too hot and crowded in their living room, and the strobe lights flickering all around them in time to the booming music were definitely not helping his already fried temperament any. He felt a bead of sweat slide down his spine and miserably pressed the cold can in his hands to his already damp forehead, shoulders slumping even further as he sulked more comfortably onto the stool. He was a goddamn adult, why couldn't he do this? 'Because he actually matters to you,' his mind graciously and irritatingly supplied.
Well, fuck.
He settled comfortably into a scowl, only minutely more frustrated by his current environment than he was sexually. 'It's all that damn idiot's fault,' he thought irritatedly, finally ripping his tie off completely and allowing it to drop in a heap on the hard floor below. Naruto's eyes caught his own from across the dim, slightly smoky room from where he stood surrounded by a small group of Itachi's roudiest friends, and he saw something flash brightly in them briefly before his attention was once again stolen by his equally enthusiastic and tipsy companions.
"I completely disagree with you there, little brother," the elder Uchiha said amusedly, popping the top on the can in his hand and taking a polite sip. A smirk graced his lips as he side-eyed his distraught sibling. "I happen to think this environment is perfectly conducive for a confession." He gestured subtly with a shrug of his shoulder in the general direction of at least three enamored and hammered couples that had encroached upon and taken up residence on the large couch a few paces away.
The sight of his secretary's tongue disappearing down Kakashi's throat pulled a disgusted sound from the young CEO, and he decidedly turned around to plunk his head heavily down against the smooth granite with a groan. "God damn it," he wheezed and pinched the aching skin between his eyes with one hand, the other noisily scooting his drink across the polished surface in front of him. "I can't fucking do this."
Itachi drew one leg up and tucked it comfortably against his chest, resting his elbow on the knee. He hummed in quiet acquiescence but otherwise just continued to muse silently beside him for a moment. The music pounded in time to the blood in Sasuke's forehead with the beginnings of a headache, his heart aching for an entirely different but completely related reason. He felt his brother tip his head back to drain the remaining dregs of his drink and then set the empty can down with a tinny clunk beside his own mostly full beer. A heavy hand settled on his pathetically droopy shoulder, and he cracked a single eye open to stare at it blankly.
"You're right, you can't do this," Itachi said with an eerie smile, only slightly slurring his speech, "So I'm going to do it for you." He clapped his brother soundly on the back once and decidedly pushed off in the direction of the commotion in the corner.
Sasuke felt panic rise in his throat- oh wait, maybe that's just bile?- and scrambled after him as quickly as his obnoxiously resistant limbs would allow.
"Don't you fucking dare, Itachi-" He'd just about managed to catch up to his brother, weeding his way through the throng of home invaders, when he stumbled slightly, a firm grip catching him around one bicep keeping him from tumbling gracelessly to the floor in a heap. Ahead of him, Itachi gave him that knowing smile again, then turned to join Deidara and Hidan in whatever conversation they'd managed to ensnare him in, simultaneously abandoning Sasuke to karma's wicked devices with nothing more than a quick thumbs up of one hand. He pointedly ignored the glare aimed in his direction as if it had never existed.
Sasuke turned to look up at the man still holding onto his arm steadily, the neon lights overhead casting a reddish glow on his normally startlingly blonde locks. He felt the tremors travel through the rough, tan hand still touching the skin of his arm deceptively gently as Naruto let out a breathy chuckle at whatever look he was wearing on his face at that moment. He self-consciously bit the inside of his cheek in response and once again tried to swallow that lead ball still lodged in his throat.
Naruto's voice was low when he leaned a little closer to be heard more clearly over the chaotic cacophony of noises that danced around them in the room, and Sasuke felt the hair at the nape of his neck stand up at the puff of air that licked the skin just behind his ear. Naruto's tongue peeked out to wet his lips slightly and Sasuke could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke, "You good there, sir?"
…
Naruto felt the wood of the office door complain when his back hit it suddenly, his hand blindly reaching out unhurriedly behind him to turn the lock with an audible click at the terrified look knitting dark brows together before him. The younger Uchiha honestly seemed as if he wanted to throw up, a small bead of sweat steadily disappearing beneath his collar and Naruto honestly thought he could hear the other man's heartbeat over the reverberating bass.
Sasuke looked up at him through his thick, dark lashes, his lips slightly parted as he breathed out shakily only a few inches in front of him. It was quieter in the dark room, the music now just a tangible boom that vibrated his bones through his contact with the door behind him. Sasuke shuffled one Oxford-covered foot in a rare moment of embarrassment and quietly cleared his throat, attempting to regain his usual composure.
Naruto quirked a brow, glancing down the arms that still held him just closer than arm's length away, then back up to Sasuke's pinched gaze. He felt his own heart rate pick up with a steady thrum in his chest and mussed his hair nervously. "Okay, so?" He drew out, petering off weakly as he failed to think of what to say. Sasuke audibly swallowed and turned to look away, and Naruto gave up on words; neither of them were that great at talking anyway.
The blonde reached out tentatively with one hand in the dim light, grasping hesitantly at a few strands of the dark hair that tickled his boss's chin, allowing them to slip silkily through his fingers as he tucked them gently back behind one perfectly rounded ear with only slightly shaking fingers. The pad of his thumb brushed slowly across Sasuke's cheekbone and he reveled in the slight shudder that passed under his fingers as he settled his hand on the exposed crook of Sasuke's neck, afraid to shatter the moment; he'd never seen the normally stoic man so flustered before, but with his full lips drawn into a blushed pout only slightly smelling of alcohol and barely contained nerves and his black lashes fluttering gently as he seemed to be attempting to gather himself enough to speak with any semblance of coherency, fingers still clenched tightly at his chest in the now thoroughly wrinkled material of his shirt, Naruto decided it was a really good look for him.
"You good there, sir?" Naruto chuckled again, more loudly this time when Sasuke pushed the blonde off of him and took a much firmer step backward.
"I'm fine, idiot. You can get off of me now," Sasuke sputtered, dusting himself off needlessly as he fought off the blush raging on his cheeks. He felt a surge of boiling frustration bubble over inside of him; the jury for whether it was aimed at his brother, the still-laughing man beside him, or himself was still out. His vision swam only slightly, accompanied by the usually pleasant tingle in his extremities that let him know he was still pleasantly buzzed, sour mood aside.
"You sure? You're turning pretty red there, boss. Maybe you've had enough," he teased, accentuating his point with a bold poke to the shorter man's burning cheek, avoiding the swift slap that followed. He knew he had a tendency to be a bit blind to things around him, but he'd have needed to be a complete imbecile to miss the fact that the deepening redness on Sasuke's face had little to do with the alcohol he'd ingested and seemed to be worsening steadily the closer he got to the other man. Apparently, alcohol numbed his employer's inclination towards subtlety. To prove that theory, he pushed another step into Sasuke's personal space and felt a smile tug at his lips when the redness darkened again and he tried to take a step back, only to bump into the edge of the bookshelf, effectively trapped. Sasuke plucked nervously at one sleeve, pointedly avoiding the humorous blue eyes that stared him down and attempted to lean a little further away into the cool wooden surface pressed against his back.
"I said I'm fine, goddammit! You've had twice what I have," the raven grit out irritably. Naruto caught himself staring at the way Sasuke's lips jutted out in a petulant pout, ignoring the urge he had to pull it with his teeth. The world seemed to almost be fading away around them like it always did when he was able to get this close to the other man; it must have been some kind of Uchiha power. The opportunity to tease the normally stoic man was proving irresistible; he was incredibly cute when he got like this and started spitting to avoid being vulnerable.
Encouraged by the liquid bravery running through his veins, he decided to push his luck further. "Right, well excuse me Princess, but I happen to be nearly twice your size. Remember?" He saw the ferocious spark of irritation flash in Sasuke's dark eyes at the nickname, illuminated by the lights flashing rainbow around them. Lips quirking into a teasing grin, the blonde didn't wait for him to respond and derail the conversation or possibly slap him, instead blurting, "Did you need me for something, boss? I mean, you seemed to be in such a hurry getting over here." If there was one thing he'd learned since meeting Sasuke, it was that he couldn't handle feeling embarrassed and that if he remained unprompted, they'd never move any further forward than they'd managed to in the past months. Clearly it was up to him to make the first move here if they wanted any to make any progress before they died of old age.
Over his shoulder, he was vaguely aware of Deidara and Hidan snickering just loudly enough to be audible, and he could already feel his liquid courage trying to leave him. This seemed to be the moment he'd been waiting for, and he wasn't about to let it slip away from him again, audience be damned. He reached out and grabbed the elegant wrist of his employer in one large hand, encouraging him with his eyes to convey the things he wanted to say.
It was about damned time.
A wide array of emotions seemed to pass over Sasuke's face at the tumultuous storm crashing through the blue eyes gazing into his own- surprise, insecurity, resolve, and a brief flash of desire- and he licked his dry lips, the motion once again capturing Naruto's interest as he leaned ever closer until they were breathing borrowed air as if the rest of the available oxygen was suddenly sucked away like a vortex.
Suddenly, Sasuke seemed to remember himself and where they were, and his eyes darted around quickly, even as he focused in on the rough brush of Naruto's thumb against the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist. He felt that panicked feeling rising up again in his chest and realized that it was just his heart pounding and not him actually dying. He pulled his wrist from Naruto's grasp, and instead grabbed the warm, tan hand with his own and began quickly pulling him away from the small crowd surrounding them, buried distractedly in their own noisy conversations.
"Not here," he threw over his shoulder as the blonde stumbled happily and obediently behind him towards the darker, quieter rooms in the back of the apartment.
It was only a moment more before Sasuke finally broke the silence, his fingers loosening their hold on Naruto's collar as he moved to put a little more space between them so he could breathe. Steeling himself, he only managed to mumble out, "Naruto, I-" and felt the words die in his throat, unable to form a full sentence around the emotions choking him. He ground his teeth in annoyance, why the fuck couldn't he do this? It was three simple words, damn it; it was just Naruto! Bumbling, messy, loud, caring, devoted, handsome-okay, he was going to stop that train of thought there before he actually passed out. He felt his hands clam up and started to try again when Naruto interrupted with a quiet huff and an emotional smile that had his pounding heart skipping a beat.
The hand still at his neck slid to the short hair at his nape and firmly gripped, suddenly pulling him forward and tilting his head back slightly, a quiet gasp escaping him. Blonde lashes lowered over slightly reddened tan cheeks, their lips brushing together but not fully touching. Their heated gazes met, and Sasuke vaguely registered that his own eyes had begun to slide closed and that his legs were shaking when he felt the first tentative press of Naruto's lips against his own as he gently whispered, "I know."
Naruto felt the small sigh of relief against his heated skin and slanted his lips firmly against those of his boss, using the grip on the back of his head to guide the shorter man even as he felt the hands on his chest slide up and around his neck to loop behind him. Naruto kissed him like a man starved, taking everything presented to him and more as he devoured the supple lips beneath his own with alternating tenderness and small, biting nips, relishing in what he'd craved for so long. He pulled Sasuke flush to his chest, arm creeping around the thinner waist of the dark-haired man and allowed his hand to slide down to cradle Sasuke's jaw. Elegant fingers wound around the short strands of his hair, others scrabbling to clutch at the clothed plane of his back.
It felt like hours before they parted, but as the song outside shifted to the next, he knew it had only been a few minutes. They both breathed heavily, the weight of the moment settling over them both for a second before Sasuke's brows twitched together slightly in annoyance.
"What the fuck do you mean by you know?" He leaned slightly back with a quiet scoff, familiar irritation creeping into his voice.
Naruto rolled his eyes and smiled lopsidedly, still absently twirling that loose lock of dark hair around one finger, obviously amused. "You know, you're really only good at words when you're being paid to say them."
The regularly pretentious aura that generally surrounded Sasuke surfaced for a moment and his forehead wrinkled in his customary scowl. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Naruto silenced him with another kiss, thoroughly tasting every untouched corner of his mouth while his fingers moved to begin undoing the small buttons decorating his chest. His eyes fluttered closed again as he was led backwards across the study until the back of his thighs hit the hard surface of his desk. He was only partially aware as Naruto's strong hands gripped under his thighs and set him on top of the smooth surface, knocking something loudly to the ground and unsettling a stack of papers. The last button of his shirt popped off and rolled somewhere across the floor, and moments later it was joined by his button down and shoes when he kicked them off.
Naruto pulled back just enough to glance down at him with a searing gaze before he began leaving a wake of bruising kisses down Sasuke's chest, painting him in a blossoming watercolor of red and purple while he removed his own shirt absently, allowing elegant fingers to brush it from his shoulders. Sasuke's nails dug into the wood of the desk and a groan rumbled deep in his throat, his eyes squeezing closed when he felt the button pop on his slacks and teeth brush against the pale bone of his hip. He felt like he couldn't breathe.
Naruto moved to kiss him again, hovering over the flushed man beneath him, smothering another moan, although he was unsure whose it had been. Moonlight spilled in from the window behind them, casting an ethereal glow over Sasuke's now marred, pale skin, and he splayed a hand over his taut stomach momentarily before moving to tug the dark trousers off of his long legs to join the rest of his clothes in a heap somewhere on the floor, forgotten.
His fingers trailed up one bare thigh, squeezing gently as he parted them enough to move to stand between them, the other holding his weight as he settled himself on top of the blushing man beneath him. Sasuke leaned back on his elbows, chest heaving, lips swollen and parted as he breathed heavily, the blush returning to his cheeks and traveling down his neck at Naruto's reverent stare.
Embarrassed, he turned to the side and worried his lip between his teeth. "Don't look at me like that, idiot." He lurched with a grunt when the blonde hooked his arms under his thighs and tugged him flush against the erection straining in his still buttoned trousers, grinding slightly. A loud moan slipped past Sasuke's lips before he could clamp them shut and he reached to grab Naruto's muscular forearms for purchase, bringing their lips to hover close enough to brush as they spoke. He shuddered at the warm breath ghosting over his sensitized skin and the feel of the taut, corded muscle under his fingers as his nails left behind small crescent indents.
Naruto felt a surge of affection for the pissy housecat of a man beneath him and nuzzled his nose into the newly discovered sensitive spot on the pale column of his neck. "Beautiful."
"Tch," he sucked his teeth, resisting the urge to roll his eyes to avoid looking into Naruto's.
"Don't go getting nervous on me now, Sasuke. You always get mean when you're embarrassed." Naruto tweaked one of Sasuke's nipples, a handsome smirk twisting his boyish features, before he once again kissed his way down towards the apex of the raven's thighs, fingers curling under the hem of his underwear as he knelt down between them and tugged.
Red to the roots of his hair at just how good his shadow had gotten at reading him, Sasuke gripped the soft blonde locks he had always loved tightly in one hand and leaned up enough to watch when crystalline eyes illuminated by moonlight twinkled mischievously as a devilish tongue ran up his twitching length. With a sharp exhale of breath, he mumbled, "Shut up, Naruto," and let his head fall back as he tumbled.
...
Itachi blew gently on the steam rising from his tea, multicolored spots of acrylic decorating the white ceramic mug where he'd held it, before he set it back on his easel. A lanky arm slung itself sluggishly over his shoulders and long blonde hair tickled his bare shoulder.
"Are we almost done, yeah? I'm starting to cramp up there." Deidara leaned over him and stole the tea, chugging back the scalding liquid before languidly throwing himself across the loveseat, unsettling several bottles of paint that tumbled to the floor.
"I guess we're done now," Itachi mumbled reprovingly. He definitely preferred when Naruto modeled for him; at least his furniture didn't end up covered in glitter afterwards. He frowned when the couch sparkled in the late morning sun streaming in through the window when Deidara decided to join the paint tubes on the rug.
"Thank fuck, I'm starving. Can we order lunch?" Kisame crowed from the corner where he sat with Sasori, miserably losing his fifth game of chess with the petulant younger man.
The redhead turned a sordid gaze in his direction and made his move, toppling over his massive opponent's queen with a quiet mumble of "Check." Kisame groaned loudly and allowed his head to droop to rest in his hands, distraught. Beside them, Hidan snored with a loud snort and rolled over under the blanket thrown lazily over him to tuck further into the corner.
"Get whatever you want, I'm going to shower," the quiet man stated, gracefully moving to stand and gather some of his materials up to return to his room. Itachi unlocked the Doordash app on his phone and tossed it absently at the head of his blue haired friend, smirking when it bounced loudly off of his ear only for Deidara to dive for it, immediately causing a scuffle that quickly became a wrestling match. The two of them rolled until they crashed into Hidan, who woke with a start and immediately tried to make Deidara eat the blanket so he could take the phone himself.
The commotion was interrupted by a loud, keening moan from the back bedroom, the room quickly falling into a stunned silence. Itachi felt his stomach turn, and Deidara promptly coughed up the throw blanket with a wet choking sound. Hidan handed the phone to a gleeful Kisame, who began scrolling through menus unbothered.
The sound was repeated, echoing loudly through the foyer, then again, rising steadily in pitch until it was joined by a much more guttural groan and followed by blessed silence.
Itachi felt his legs give out under him and sat on the loveseat; glitter be damned.
From the corner, Hidan cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Gooooal!" before wrapping the now damp blanket over his head to avoid the murderous glare aimed his direction, then plopped back down on his side and proceeded to attempt to continue to sleep off his hangover.
It was quiet for a few moments, before a door creaked open down the hall. Muffled and slightly uneven footsteps began making their way across the carpeted walkway, then shuffled a little faster when a second set began moving much quicker behind them. Sasuke appeared around the corner, wearing only a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, a blush, and a very decorative set of hickeys that started at his throat and trailed to where they disappeared beyond the hem, Naruto only a step behind him in neon orange boxers pulled taut across his thighs, an equally awful orange tie around his neck, and a wickedly large grin.
Itachi made eye contact with his brother, and physically felt himself gag- supportively, of course.
Sasuke sputtered incoherently when he realized they'd had an audience and promptly tried to turn tail and run only to be nearly clotheslined by a muscular arm that tugged him into an equally muscular chest in a firm hold.
Sasori stared at the exchange and decided it was worth it to steal the damp blanket from the once again unconscious Hidan and move to the kitchen to see if there was any tea left.
Deidara tried to hold in his laughter- really, he did- but it came out in a painful sounding snort that resulted in him nearly coughing up a lung. Rolling gracelessly over the chess board, he mirthfully cried out, "Told you he was the bottom, un!"
Kisame glanced up from the phone at the sound and aimed a half-hearted kick at the blonde, before turning to the couple still awkwardly lingering in the foyer. "You guys want Chinese? Itachi's buying."
"Sounds great," Naruto said with another megawatt grin, wrapping his arms around Sasuke's waist and pressing a kiss to the juncture at his neck and shoulder. The raven squirmed in his hold, attempting to pull the hands off of him with a scowl marring the flush of his face. "Come on Princess, we gotta go call my mom. She's going to absolutely flip." Sasuke appeared to be nearly boiling, his teeth grinding almost audibly and his fists pounding uselessly on Naruto's broad, noticeably scratched back, when the blonde decidedly flung him over one shoulder and headed back down the hall.
They disappeared with a muffled cry of "I told you not to fucking call me that, bastard I swear to-" and a slammed bedroom door.
Itachi let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, contemplating how quickly it'd be possible for him to move, and turned to regard his friends when Kisame cleared his throat. "So, who wants eggrolls?"