WARNING THERE IS A SLIVER OF SMUTTINESS IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S GONNE IN A BLINK BUT IT'S STILL THERE.

It didn't take long for the unlikely duo to make themselves at home. As soon as Shikamaru was out the door, Sasuke was helping himself to some top shelf whiskey. Kisame looked on reluctantly but was given the infamous Uchiha brow. it was almost taunting him. Bloody Uchiha's and their expensive tastes. Had Kisame not needed something strong after tonight, he'd have been more than happy with a beer. And not that trendy, craft beer, just whatever was on tap would have sufficed.

Kisame could still remember the look of repugnance the first time Itachi had seen his 'home bar'. It was a bottle of vodka left behind by his ex and an expensive bottle of wine he'd received from a client. He never entertained guests and It wasn't like he drank anything hard at home, he was much more of a beer guy. If circumstances rose that required something stronger, he'd just hit a bar so he wasn't wallowing at home, alone.

Kisame accepted the tumbler Sasuke offered him. It felt weird having the younger Uchiha serve him. It was so amusing that he couldn't prevent the snort from escaping him.

Sasuke looked at him unimpressed. "What?"

"Nothing," Kisame chuckled before taking a sip of his beverage. He found that it was smooth and rich. The soothing burn it left behind in its wake was exactly what he needed. Okay, maybe an expensive taste wasn't a bad thing.

"Right," Sasuke just barely rolled his eyes.

Kisame smirked. "It's just…who would have thought you'd make such a great bartender."

Sasuke scoffed, but it didn't hold its usual bite. "Don't get used to it, shark face."

"But what if it's your true calling? I'm just trying to be supportive here," Kisame chortled.

"What, like your stint in stripping?" Sasuke sipped his drink with an amused smirk.

"Hey, you may think it's funny but had I failed the bar, I'd still be set." With a shit eating grin, Kisame moved provocatively as if he were going to undo the buttons on his shirt. "I can give you a demonstration if you'd like?"

Sasuke wasn't shocked, Kisame had always been a wild spirit. He was always looking to get a rise out of people. "I don't think there's a strong enough drink out there for me to want to see that…no offence."

Kisame feigned a pout. "You wound me Uchiha." But by the time the words got past his lips he broke out in a guttural laugh because even he couldn't take himself seriously.

The two men had always bantered, but this time it was different. Without others present it was like any barrier between them had been completely eliminated. Sasuke couldn't deal with many people in a private setting, but the longer he spent with Kisame, the more he found himself accepting of the man's presence. Kisame had always been different from what Sasuke could remember of Itachi's first relationship. After going through what Itachi went through with Deidara it was obvious that Kisame had to have something special about him, Itachi wouldn't have stayed with him otherwise.

As the night went on, Sasuke and Kisame's intake of alcohol increased at an alarming rate. Neither of them knew whose idea it was, but at one point they had left the comfort of their VIP bar in the pursuit of the overly crowded dance floor below. There were sweaty bodies all around, inappropriate touches as well as drinks being gifted to them left and right. It ended up being a group of married women that were indulging in a night out that Kisames and Sasuke found themselves socializing with. At one point Kisame got up on the bar and started performing, Barbie girl with one of them. By the time he started singing, "my boobs are plastic" instead of "life is plastic," one of the rather angry bartenders was demanding they leave or he'd call security.

In the end, Sasuke and Kisame ended up leaving. As they left Nine Tails, Sasuke made sure to give the bouncer who gave zero fucks about who he was an exceptionally dirty look. Or that's what he'd like to believe. In reality it was just a blank, glazed over stare in which the bouncer still wasn't intimidated by.

With linked elbows, the two men found their way to where Kotetsu was parked. When they got in the car, they didn't have an exact plan as to where they were going next. They hadn't uttered a word about Itachi or Naruto since they'd begun drinking. In all honesty they hadn't even been gone all that long. It was remarkable how much drinking they had done in a few short hours since they'd had supper.

"Am I taking you back?" Kotetsu asked Sasuke. Had Sasuke not been heavily influenced by alcohol he'd have noticed the tinge of hopefulness in the man's voice.

"Nope!" Kisame is the one who answers.

"Where shall I take you then?" Kotetsu held in his sigh as he waited for Kisame to elaborate. After receiving information on yet another bar, they were off.

It was a much smaller bar quite close to the Uchiha's manor. Even on a Saturday night it was rather quiet with only a few patrons occupying it. Their ear drums were thanking them. They may enjoy loud music, but their inner ears thought otherwise. It was actually amazing that Kisame was able to shout-sing Barbie girl loud enough for anyone to hear at all. Now that Sasuke thought about it, it was probably the lumbering man dancing on the bar that the irritated bartender protested as opposed to the singing itself. It was a thought that had Sasuke snorting as he waited for the busty bartender to fix whatever drinks Kisame had ordered for them.

Kisame looked over at him with glazed eyes. "What?"

"You sang Aqua," Sasuke brought his hand up to cover the smile on his face, but the chuckle gave it away.

Kisame gave him a big toothy smile. "You bet your tits I did."

"You mean plastic boobs?" Sasuke jested, his hand abandoning his mouth in favour of accepting his drink from the hesitant bartender. The two men may have thought they sounded unaffected by their alcohol intake, but the slurring in their speech was more than evident on sober ears.

Kisame's laugh was so guttural that it practically shook the bar. Sasuke found himself laughing — although not as boisterous — alongside him. The couple patrons that were present were quick to shoot them irritated looks which went unnoticed.

As they calmed their rambunctious diaphragms down, they dutifully drank their drinks. They had long since reached the point where they no longer tasted the alcohol. With their taste buds, so too went their inhibitions.

"Why gills on the face?" Sasuke blurted out suddenly. He had always wanted to know.

Kisame had a major case of deja vu. "Itachi asked me something similar when we first met in this very bar."

Sasuke glazed over eyes, enlarged for a fraction. "And what did you tell him?"

"I think I said something about if you're going to commit, fucking commit," Kisame chuckled, but it didn't sound anywhere near as cheerful as the rest of his laughter had.

Whether it was the booze, the newly strengthened bond between them or both, Sasuke didn't like hearing the ebullient man so crestfallen so he uttered the first thing that came to mind. "I always wanted a tattoo."

"What's stopping you?" Kisame asked far louder than he meant.

Sasuke shrugged rather lazily. "Not sure. Though Naruto has enough for all of us."

"Is he," Kisame looked around like someone was purposely trying to listen in on a monumental secret before leaning in and failing to whisper. "You know, tattooed…everywhere?"

Sasuke knew the alcohol was affecting him more than usual when he didn't blush from embarrassment but smirked lecherously instead. "No, but his dick looks like a pincushion."

Kisame's eyes bulged comically wide before his laughter had once again returned. "Is it his way of compensating?"

Sasuke's smirk only stretched even wider as he thought about just how well endowed his lover is. "Oh, he has nothing to compensate for."

"So, how big are we talking?" Kisame asked with wiggly brows.

Part of Sasuke wanted to shut this conversation down, but his brain was far too warm and fuzzy to acknowledge it. He slowly raised his hands and Kisame's eyes begin to bulge as Sasuke kept widening his hands in an estimated measurement.

When Sasuke stopped at his best approximate measurement, Kisame found himself slack jawed. "Holy shit."

"Hn," Sasuke sighed damn near dreamily. The alcohol and space was clearly helping his previous rage because he found himself missing his dobe the more he thought about him.

Thinking about Naruto and him had him also thinking about Kisame's relationship with his brother. "I'm glad he has you."

"Huh?" Kisame grunted inelegantly.

"Itachi, I'm glad he has you," Sasuke explained softly. "His first boyfriend really fucked him up."

Kisame was silent for a moment. "He's never mentioned it. What happened?"

It had been ages since Sasuke had consumed enough alcohol to loosen his lips, and he had apparently reached that limit. Normally he'd never bring it up, but he wanted Kisame to know that even though Itachi hid his illness from them, he still cared for him more than he had anyone else. "Deidara only dated him for the influence that comes with the Uchiha name."

Kisame interrupted. "Wait, Deidara? As in the guy who made those sculptures he used to have?"

Sasuke nodded ambivalently. "Yeah. It's because of Itachi he got recognised at all."

Kisame frowned. He remembered Itachi's office used to be decorated with various art pieces from the man but after a year together he had his office redecorated and all those art pieces had been sold off. He always wondered why it was done so suddenly, now he had an inkling.

Kisame listened as Sasuke continued. "After Itachi helped get Deidara's name out there and he started gaining recognition he was asked to do his first exhibit for a local gallery. The woman who owned the gallery was very…enthusiastic about Deidara's work. Itachi had flown in from college to surprise Deidara for the holidays and when he knocked on Deidara's door the woman answered the door in nothing but a sheet with Deidara not far behind her in an equal state of undress."

"So that fucker used him?" Kisame snarled. The patrons in the bar were far too invested in this story to care about the loud ramblings of the intoxicated men.

Sasuke chuckled mirthlessly. "Oh it gets better. Apparently Deidara had told her that he was never dating Itachi and that he was straight. Itachi ended things right there on his doorstep and sort of closed himself off from everyone. I guess after she had set Deidara up with all her contacts he broke it off with her and tried to come crawling back to Itachi."

"Wait, he actually thought Itachi would take him back?" Kisame asked, completely dumbfounded. What kind of moron was this Deidara?

Nodding, Sasuke paused for a hearty gulp to wet his mouth. He wasn't used to speaking so much in one sitting. "Yeah, he had no shame at all. Anyways, Itachi refused and he ended up threatening to sell stories about our family to the tabloids. That's actually how everyone found out that the heartthrob, Itachi Uchiha, was gay."

Kisame's eye bugged out, if there was one thing you learn quickly, it's you don't threaten Itachi Uchiha. The shock was quickly replaced with unbridled rage when he registered the fact that this man had outed Itachi. "Did he have a death wish?"

Sasuke smirked at his reaction. "Itachi did something better than threaten death. He held his art hostage."

"Huh?" Kisame raised a confused brow.

"Itachi contacted the woman who owned the gallery and after what Deidara did to her as well, it wasn't hard to convince her to basically give him Deidara's works. They were the first pieces Deidara was recognised for and Itachi owned them. You can imagine how furious this made him." Sasuke chuckled, he was young when this all happened but he'll never forget the smugness in Itachi's voice when he had told him the whole story after one of their rare brotherly bonding moments.

Kisame hummed thoughtfully as he drank the drink he couldn't even taste. "So the guy has a real hard on for his own art I take it?"

Sasuke gave a quick nod. "You could say that. And you can imagine how someone obsessed with their own art would react to having it essentially held hostage by the person you were just threatening to sell out."

"What happened?" The bartender's voice caused both men to swirl their heads towards the embarrassed looking woman. "Sorry," the woman mumbled sheepishly when she realised she'd just blurted that out. She was way too invested in what should have been a private conversation.

Sasuke had apparently forgotten they were in public. He took a slow look around and realised she wasn't the only one paying attention. Sober Sasuke would have levelled her and everybody else with a glare before threatening them and shutting his mouth, but right now he wasn't sober Sasuke. He mentally shrugged before continuing, his brain was too muddled to think about stopping now. "Deidara left him alone and stopped threatening us in exchange for Itachi keeping his art in one piece."

"Why did he keep the art in his office though?" Kisame accidentally asked out loud.

Sasuke didn't know it was a private thought that was unintentionally uttered so he offered his opinion on the matter. "He never told me that, but I think it was a way to rub Deidara's nose in it. Even if Deidara couldn't see it, Itachi had physical proof of having the last laugh."

Kisame thought carefully as he tried to make his eyes focus down at the granite bar top. "But why did he sell the art he had then?"

"You're kidding right?" A man with multiple facial tattoos and piercings from a few seats over blurted out — not looking apologetic for listening in in the least.

Kisame turned his beady eyes on the stranger. "Huh?"

The man gave him the slow blink. "You're this Itachi guy's boyfriend, correct?"

"Yeah?" Kisame's booze soaked brain failed to make the connection.

"He obviously did it for you," the man raised his dual pierced eyebrow in a way that dared him to challenge his explanation.

A frown marred Kisame's brow. "That makes no sense."

"Idiot," Sasuke grumbled fondly. "Of course he did it for you. Speaking from personal Uchiha heritage, we don't do things just because."

"But why would he get rid of art from an ex after a year of dating me?" Kisame sounded perturbed as he fumbled his words. "I didn't even know the art was made by his ex so how could he have gotten rid of it for me?"

Sasuke gave a sloppy shrug. "That's something you're going to have to ask him. My best guess is he had already decided that you were it for him and he didn't want to hold onto anything from the past."

Kisame snorted before downing the rest of his drink. "You know he's going to kill you for telling me all this right?'

Sasuke rolled his eyes and scoffed but copied his companion. He knew it should burn, but his throat had long since numbed. "After the shit he pulled he has no right to be angry at anyone."

A solemn look crossed Kisame's face. "Do you really think he's okay?"

Sasuke's face softened as he leaned in and bumped his shoulder against the larger man. "He may have hidden this, but he's no liar. If he says he's fine, he's fine." The only thing that actually made him certain of his brother's health was Naruto's assurance. Even in his drunken state, Sasuke knew he couldn't mention this to Kisame. Sasuke would be sure to get details from Naruto as soon as possible.

"I guess you're right," Kisame paused for a moment to order them another round. The bartender was hesitant but felt guilty for listening in on their conversation and compiled.

"You know, I bought a ring and was going to propose, but I always lost my nerve," Kisame confessed without looking at Sasuke.

"What?!" Sasuke felt himself sober up a fraction as his head whipped around towards Kisame. Never in a million years did he expect to hear that.

Kisame proceeded to tell Sasuke all the ways he had been planning on asking Itachi to marry him. He even had Fugaku's blessing. Sasuke never understood why Itachi never asked Kisame, it was clear that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, but now he understands. Itachi must have thought it would be easier for Kisame to lose him if they hadn't tied the knot. For someone who's a genius and proclaims his younger brother to be an idiot, it turns out Itachi was the bigger emotional idiot out of both of them. Or at least Sasuke thought so.

This was all so ridiculous and Sasuke planned to rectify it. "Where's the ring?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Kisame asked, dazed. He had found himself in a conversation with the tattooed man regarding the pearly daggers he called teeth.

"The engagement ring, where is it?" Sasuke repeated. He wanted to shake his head. You wouldn't think so with his outward appearance but Kisame was a complete people person.

"Oh, it's locked in the safe in my office. Why?" Kisame cocked his head as if it were going to make him understand better.

A wicked grin stretched across Sasuke's flushed face as he reached into his pocket for his phone. After squinting and focusing really hard, Sasuke sent what must have been a quick text before answering Kisame. "We're going to go to your office and you're going to propose tonight."

Kisame nearly choked. Any rosiness on his cheeks was replaced with ash white. "What?"

Ignoring the slight cracking he heard as he straightened his slouched back, Sasuke gave Kisame a fiercely, resolute look. "No more wasting time. You two are going to get your shit together and live happily ever after."

Kisame just stared dumbfoundedly at the younger man. Even in his current mental state he couldn't believe it was Sasuke Uchiha telling him this. Maybe he should have gotten him drunk sooner.

"Okay," Kisame finally agreed to Sasuke's plan. "We'll go get that ring, but first, I want us to do something to commemorate our night together."

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Sasuke asked hesitantly.

Kisame twisted to look at the man he'd been speaking to. The man sighed before nodding and with that Kisame slowly looked back at Sasuke with a toothy grin. "Just hear me out."

"I can't believe we did that," Sasuke laughed as they walked up to Uchiha manor's grand doors. Balance wasn't a strong suit for the men at the moment so they found themselves holding each other up as they staggered in through one of the doors.

Kisame snorted. "Me either."

Kotetsu sighed in exhaustion as he watched them disappear out of sight. He had never been so glad to complete a job. He couldn't wait to finally sleep. He'd be damned if their decisions tonight reflected poorly on him.

"You think Itachi's still up?" Kisame whispered as they both barely managed to kick their shoes off. It was impressive they managed to remember removing their shoes at all.

"Only one way to find out," Sasuke answered before immediately shouting, "'Tachi!"

Kisame was startled and tripped, making Sasuke stumble with him. Kisame found himself chuckling. "'Tachi, where are you?"

Sasuke went to move one way, while Kisame went to move the other way causing them both to fall into and knock over one of the many elegant console tables that decorated the hallways making the both of them laugh hysterically.

"Who puts a fucking table there?" Kisame cackled as if it was the funniest shit ever.

Sasuke didn't answer, he simply shook his head while quietly imitating Kisame.

After righting the table they reverted back to their previous form — using each other for support — and moved to traverse the house until they were startled by the voice of the man they were on the hunt for. "Just how drunk are you two?"

Kisame jumped, forgetting once again that he was holding onto the younger Uchiha. Sasuke tightens his hold as Kisame tripped over the same fucking table.

Kisame pays the table no mind as his jovial eyes zero in on his love. "Chi Chi!" He cooed with an enormous smile.

Sasuke too was elated to see his brother. "'Tachi!" Then his glazed eyes focused in on his love and seeing him filled his heart with such joy. "Naru!"

"Well you're certainly in a good mood." Naruto gave him one of those special smiles that were reserved only for him, making his heart flutter uncontrollably.

Still holding onto Kisame, Sasuke chuckled adorably. "Yeah, we—oh!" Sasuke suddenly remembered what they were supposed to be doing. He leaned in and attempted to whisper — and failed — to Kisame," do it now," before eagerly shoving him forwards.

Kisame regained his balance and reigned in every ounce of control to convince his legs to cooperate in a non inebriated fashion. He stopped right in front of Itachi and looked softly into his eyes. "Itachi, I fucking love the shit outta you. After learning about everything today I know that I don't want to spend a second away from you."

"Kisame, what are you-" Itachi was cut off when Kisame dropped to one knee and pulled out a purple velvet box. "Itachi Uchiha, will you marry me?"

The room was deadly quiet.

Itachi's jaw did not hit the floor, but his lips did part slightly wider than they normally would. "What?"

Kisame squirmed under Itachi's heavy gaze as he continued to hold out the box containing a simple matte black band. "I asked if you would make me the happiest man in the world and marry the shit outta me?"

Sasuke was grinning like a maniac while Naruto quietly took in the scene before him. He thought it was about time one of them grew some balls.

Itachi finally spoke after what felt like ages. "You idiot," he said before turning around and walking back into his office leaving everyone stunned.

Kisame's brow furrowed, it felt like the world had been yanked from beneath him. Itachi didn't even give him the courtesy of rejecting him. Before Kisame could continue his line of thought, Itachi came back out of his office, his hand clenched firmly around something.

Itachi walked in front of Kisame with purpose before joining him on the floor. "Of course I'll marry you, you idiot. I've been wanting to ask you the same thing." Itachi held out a red velvet box containing a white gold band. The band contained rubies and diamonds arranged to form the Uchiha's clan's symbol. "So what do you say, Kisame Hoshigaki, will you do me the honour of becoming my bride?" Itachi smirked as he pictured Kisame in that garter he'd so often joke around about wearing.

In a fraction of a second, Itachi had an armful of Kisame. "Yes! Yes I'll marry you," Kisame began to place kisses all over his fiancé's face before finally seeking out his soft, pale lips.

After the rings were exchanged there was an obscene amount of tongue which made both Naruto and Sasuke highly uncomfortable. Naruto decided it was time for Sasuke and him to take their leave. "How about I take you home so we can give the happy couple some privacy?" Naruto whispered into Sasuke's ear, sending arousing shivers down his spine.

'When did he get there?' Sasuke's intoxicated brain wondered in awe. He hadn't noticed Naruto move from his previous spot.

Sasuke licked his suddenly dry lips before nodding his head eagerly. He didn't even care that he'd have to pick up his car tomorrow. His mind was filled with all the things Naruto could do to him once they got out of there, it was impossible to keep a very interested part of his anatomy from rising.

They didn't even make it fully out of sight of the newly engaged couple when one of Sasuke's happy hands began its own enthusiastic expedition. It's not that Naruto didn't enjoy the sloppy caresses, he'd just rather not get hard in Itachi or Kisame's proximity. By the time Naruto managed to get Sasuke in his car Sasuke was already cupping Naruto's thick cock, trying to coax it out to play. And of course it was working.

"Fuck," Naruto inhaled sharply as he threw his head back against the drivers seat headrest.

"What, Na-ru-to?" Sasuke purred as he wasted no time unbuttoning and unzipping Naruto jeans. His lack of inhibitions prevented him from caring where they were.

"We're still in the driveway," Naruto sibilated as Sasuke slid his hand into Naruto's boxers, gripping the rapidly hardening flesh and pulling it free of its confines.

"Oh?" Sasuke responded coyly as he thumbed over the barbells protruding from Naruto's dampened slit. "I hadn't noticed."

"Angh—shit!" Naruto groaned as Sasuke slid his hand down to grip the base of his meaty cock and began to pump him slowly but firmly. The deep, throaty sounds Naruto made when he'd tap his piercings had him leaking precum in his own boxers.

"Fuck, I love your cock," Sasuke squirmed in his seat as he pictured how good it felt to have that dick pounding into him. How every thrust had those obscene piercings pulling at his rim before Naruto would slam back into him, hitting his prostate dead on. Just imagining how Naruto fucked him had him nearly moaning like a porn star.

"Yeah? Does my cock slut want my dick?" Naruto growled, loving hearing Sasuke's filthy mouth.

"Mmn, fuck yes," Sasuke's bit his lip as his thumb collected the precum that pooled in Naruto slit before smearing it down his length so he could use it to stroke Naruto even faster. As Sasuke's fisted Naruto's cock quicker, he closed his eyes to imagine all the things they would do when they made it to an actual bed.

Naruto was enjoying the magnificent feeling of those soft, strong hands jerking him so fucking good. The speed of Sasuke's hand sent vibrations through his piercings which had Naruto's head spinning until everything suddenly stopped.

"Did I tell you you could sto-'' Naruto paused when he looked over at his now passed out lover. Naruto looked down at the hand still loosely around his cock and almost whined. "Fuck."

Naruto was torn between crying and laughing. He was painfully hard, but the picture of Sasuke passed out with his hand still on his cock with his own very noticeable erection was too funny to be upset about. Naruto removed Sasuke's hand so he could put his hardened length back in its prison. He had no desire to finish himself in the Uchiha manor's driveway. After he situated himself he gently adjusted Sasuke so he wouldn't hurt his neck in his sleep before finally beginning a rather frustrating drive home.

It was impossible to wake Sasuke when Naruto arrived home. He decided bringing Sasuke to his place would make getting him to bed easier. As he carried Sasuke up the stairs to his room he was grateful for his foresight, he didn't even want to think how difficult it would be to get the man up to his apartment. Naruto had never seen Sasuke so dead to the world before and it had him wondering what happened to Shika keeping an eye on them. The man probably passed out in his office again. The thought made Naruto mentally snort, there was no use worrying about it now.

Come morning Naruto knew they'd have to talk about what happened but for now Naruto set about undressing Sasuke and getting him propped up on his side. There was no doubt in Naruto's mind that Sasuke was going to regret tonight's life choices come morning.

The painful throbbing in his skull made Sasuke not want to get up but his bladder had other ideas. As he sat up he tried to keep his eyes shut to minimize the feeling of sandpaper on his eyes. He had the layout of his room memorised and didn't need his eyes to find his way to the washroom anyways.

As he gingerly rolled out of bed and began lumbering in the direction of his washroom a deep chuckle startled him causing him to whip his head around.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he clutched his head.

"Sorry," Naruto apologised, not sounding regretful in the least.

It was then that Sasuke realised he wasn't at home but at Naruto's. That was the moment the night before started coming back to him. Fuck, he needed to piss before sorting through the events of last night. Sasuke grunted his acknowledgment before making a coarse change so he didn't end up pissing in Naruto's closet.

As Sasuke emptied his bladder he allowed his mind to wander. Itachi had been sick and only Naruto knew. Naruto also knew that Itachi wasn't sick anymore, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Then there was the drinking, lots and lots of drinking. Sasuke's head snapped up. If that all happened then that also meant…

Sasuke tucked himself back into his boxers before hesitantly reaching around to his left ass cheek. He didn't even need to feel the small rougher patch of skin to know he didn't imagine it.

He vaguely remembered something about Naruto's name but was immediately shut down by the man from the bar. Kisame seemed to think he had a solution though.

As Sasuke stood there stuck in his thoughts he didn't realise how much time he'd actually stood there for. Naruto had started to worry Sasuke was more under the weather than he initially looked. When he got up and walked over to the washroom he was not expecting to see Sasuke staring blankly at the wall — hand on ass cheek — deep in thought .

After shaking off the sight, Naruto went to speak, "Sasuke wha-" he paused, because there was no way he was seeing this correctly. "Sasuke, why do you have a fishcake on your ass?"

Sasuke was once again startled by Naruto but he tried to play it off. With a furtive glance he adjusted his boxers and went to wash his hands. To Naruto it would appear that Sasuke was ignoring him but in reality Sasuke was too busy trying to think of something to say that didn't sound moronic. Being the mature man he was, he blurted out, "Kisame has a weasel."

'Oh yeah, smooth,' Sasuke mentally facepalmed.

Naruto could only stare dumbly at his boxer clad lover as he quickly brushed past him. He promised himself he wouldn't look at social media but if those two idiots got ass tattoos, what the fuck else did they do?

As Sasuke crawled back into bed and used the blanket to turn himself into a human burrito, he was sure of one thing. Kisame and him were never drinking alone again.

I've officially been writing this story for a year! My last new years resolution was to start writing again and that's exactly just what I did. WTMY currently has 58 chapters and just under 370,000 words, I'd say 2022 was successful. I may not be updating as frequently as I was but I am not going anywhere. Thanks for following along with my ridiculously long story!

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