Hey! So, I know I said I'd update lastThursday because I'd missed a week, but I notice as I was typing the chapters onto the computer, that the next two chapters kind of flowed more smoothly together! AND you get a longer chapter than usual. So enjoy!

Oh, and the Guy Count is up to three! [Yes, I have titled it officially.]

Oh, and a HUGE thanx to ONYX. MIDNIGHT. ANGELYou were my hundredth review. *Hugs*

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"Why the hell, am I here?" growled Sasuke.

Music thrummed in the background of Club Byakugan while lights flashed and changed with the beat of the song.

"Co-worker bonding," replied Itachi simply as he took a sip of his martini.

"Bullshit," hissed Sasuke.

"Now, now little brother," said Itachi, "Don't you want to support your only friend?"

Sasuke's head snapped around so he could glare at his brother. "I knewit!" he hissed, "You wouldn't have wasted quality blackmail on something as pointless as 'co-worker bonding. He spat, "Now, why the hellam I here?"

Itachi pondered whether or not to sell out the Hyuuga; after all, it might make the night even more interesting. And that didn't include the little surprise he had in store for later that night. Just thinking about it made him smirk.

"Are you even listening to me?" demanded Sasuke.

Itachi decided to indulge his brother, just a little. "Foolish little brother," he cooed, "I told you? Or did you not pay attention? We are here to help Neji. You see, he used work as an excuse to coerce Shikamaru into bringing some friends to the club-,"

"You mean to tell me," Sasuke said through grit teeth, "That I am here just so Neji can pine after that red-headed, gothic freak?"

"Otouto, name calling isn't nice," admonished Itachi.

"Don't treat me like a five year old!" snapped Sasuke.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Neji said your latest conquest was one of the friends that Nara is bringing," there, Itachi officially sold out the Hyuuga. He watched his brother carefully for signs of reaction. He had become quiet; however, the look on his face was questionable. First was confusion, then understanding, followed by something Itachi could compare to as lust, but it all ended with an agitated frown. When his brother didn't speak but instead turned his attention to his beer Itachi decide to provoke him a little bit. "You know, otouto, I was rather surprised when Neji told me you want to fuck Tobi's fighting sensei," he said with a condescending tone.

Sasuke cringed at Itachi's words, but whether it was from the vulgar language, the mention of Tobi, or the mention his apparent failure at screwing the man, Itachi didn't know.

"As long as it doesn't affect my son, I don't particularly care," shrugged Itachi, "Just make sure Tobi doesn't hear a word about it, and that Uzumaki-san doesn't treat Tobi differently."

"Hn," Sasuke didn't mention that Tobi was partially involved. He already felt bad about lying to the boy about supposed feelings that were non-existent.

"You two are early," Neji appeared next to the table holding his own martini. His hair was once again, cascading over his shoulder, but this time he appeared to be wearing extremely tight dress pants, as well as, a lilac shirt with fishnet sleeves. He was obviously there to conquer, and honestly, it amused Sasuke to no end. The man had never had any interest in girls or guys, but here he was, going all out to get just one person.

Sasuke scoffed at Neji's statement before laying money down for his beer and standing up.

"Where are you going?" asked Itachi.

"I'm leaving,"

"Sasuke," interrupted Neji, "Naruto is going to be here." Neji hadn't planned on telling him, but if he left, then Itachi would definitely leave, and he didn't know if Itachi invited anyone else. "You could probably get him drunk enough to have sex with and then he wouldn't even remember. It's a win-win situation for you."

"I have no need," growled Sasuke, "I already had sex with him."

Itachi was surprised at this information, but he kept it to himself.

"You mean to tell me," began Neji skeptically, "That Naruto, a very honor bound person if I've ever seen one, had sex with you, on the first date?"

"You went on a date with him, little brother?" this time Itachi did not hide his surprise.

"Tch, hardly a date," scoffed Sasuke, "He just came to my house for dinner and a movie. We skipped dinner though and in the middle of the movie he began kissing me."

"He initiated it?" asked Neji in disbelief.

Sasuke merely smirked smugly and opened his mouth to speak before he was abruptly interrupted.

"Fuck,this is troublesome. He had sex with you?"

All three of them turned to see Shikamaru in a somewhat shocked stance while looking significantly horrified.

Temari who had been hanging on his arm seemed to notice that the conversation was not for all ears and decided to go get a shot from the bar. It wasn't like she wouldn't drag it out of Shikamaru later, anyway.

"Fuck!" Shikamaru groaned once more while running his fingers through his hair and slumping into the seat next to Itachi.

"Something the matter Nara?" inquired Itachi.

"Troublesome ass, when I told him Sasuke would ignore him after sex, I didn't mean for him to use that as his solution," groaned Shikamaru as he let his head fall into his hands.

"What do you mean?" asked Sasuke, his eyes narrowed and his voice was filled with suspicion.

Shikamaru glanced at Sasuke before reaching for the drink that Sasuke had left on the table and chugging it. "You can't honestly think I wasn't going to warn him about you, Sasuke?" he inquired, "You may be my boss, but outside of work I don't give a shit about you."

Itachi gave an amused snort while Neji rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Way to earn brownie points, that'll definitely get you a promotion."

Shikamaru huffed in annoyance before looking back to Sasuke who was staring at him impatiently. "As soon as you mad a move on him at the dojo I warned him what you were probably planning-,"

"The dojo, Sasuke?" Itachi's voice was dangerously calm. "As in, the day you took Tobi to class?"

Sasuke glared half-heartedly at his brother before looking away to hide the guilt he was already feeling. "It's not like Tobi would pay attention to me and his fighting instructor talking…" he mumbled which was lost in the noise of the next song.

Shikamaru scoffed, but decided not to mention that Tobi had actually helped to initiate physical contact between the two. "Anyway, he asked me if there was any way to get you to leave him alone and I guess the way I said it gave him the wrong idea." Shikamaru shrugged, what was done was done, and there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, Sasuke had gotten what he wanted, so Naruto was in the clear now.

Sasuke frowned at hearing this. He didn't know why, but he felt sort of… used.The dobe had had sex with him to make him go away? That was different. Usually, even people who didn't like him would at least admit he was sexy or good at sex. But it appeared that neither applied to Naruto.

"What did you tell him?" asked Neji intrigued.

Sasuke smoothed his facial features back to uncaring-mode before leaning against the table to look casual. Neji's question intrigued him and he wanted to hear the answer.

Shikamaru glanced at Neji as if to ask 'what the hell does it matter' but he decided it was too bothersome to stare the boy down, so he answered him instead. "I believe I said something along the lines of… 'Sasuke wants sex-blah blah blah- short of beating him up more than you already have-," Thatearned a quick scathing glare from Sasuke which Shikamaru promptly ignored. "-blah blah blah- I don't know, avoid him- blah blah blah- be careful he doesn't rape you- blah blah blah," informed Shikamaru kindly.

Itachi chuckled amused at hearing Sasuke got beat up by a blond that was nearly a head shorter than him. Size apparently wasn't everything.

Neji seemed amused as well, but more because of the various glares Sasuke was sending Shikamaru. It had started out harshly at 'Sasuke wants sex' to scathing at 'getting beat up' to downright deadly at 'rape'. Sasuke took pride in the fact that he could get anyone he wanted without force.

"I guess he thought Sasuke wouldn't leave him alone unless he had sex with him. I guess I should have told him that Sasuke would be too shallow to pursue him after the first date," added Shikamaru exasperatedly.

Neji and Itachi both nodded automatically and 'hmmed' in agreement, causing Sasuke to scowl before standing up straight. "Hn," he smoothed imaginary wrinkles from his shirt before turning away from the group. He almost made it too, but his brother was quick to notice his intentions.

"Little brother," Itachi called with false cheeriness, "Where are you going?"

"Home," grunted Sasuke, but before he could get away his brother pulled out his cell phone, making him freeze.

"What are you doing?" asked Sasuke stiffly, causing Neji and –yes- Shikamaru to become curious.

"What do you think otouto?" admonished Itachi as if it was quite obvious, "I told you that new girl from the planning department wanted your personal number. I know you try to keep your personal and social life separate; however, I think she's just perfect for you." Itachi spoke simply and coolly, as if he didn't know he was tormenting his brother from the inside out.

Sasuke moved swiftly and snatched the phone from Itachi's hand and closed it before sitting firmly in his previous seat before starring forward scowling. Itachi chuckled, knowing that he got his way. Neji sent him a conniving smirk before turning his attention to Shikamaru, "So, where is he?"

Shikamaru turned to the man who appeared –dare he say- anxious, before motioning towards the crowd of people grinding on the dance floor. "He and Naruto went to get a drink and to dance. I told them we'd be in this corner, but I'm not sure if they'll come over anytime soon. I think Gaara noticed your car, Neji."

Neji frowned at this but did nothing otherwise. Besides, if Gaara wouldn't come to him, he would go to Gaara. Now all he had to do was find him... After a few moments of contemplation, he noticed Sasuke no longer appear broody, but mesmerized. Following his friends gaze he found exactly what he was looking for: his beloved, red-head dancing and swaying oh so sexily with a certain blonde.

Itachi noticed their behavior and instantly zeroed in on the source. Naruto, he recognized, but upon examining who he assumed to be Gaara he couldn't help but chuckle mentally. The Subaku's red-hair made his surprise for tonight all the more interesting. With the other two distracted he quickly used his phone to snap a picture of the two before attaching it to his number two speed dial and hitting send. Let the fun begin.

"Ahem,"

All of them turned their attention to Shikamaru who appeared bored, but surprisingly conscious. "Are you planning on ogling him all night or are you going to dance?" He gave Neji a pointed look, "You better not have woken me up at 5am for nothing."

"Of course," bristled Neji as he leaned against the table, "I'm just enjoying the show first."

Shikamaru and Itachi both noticed Sasuke bristle ever so slightly, but neither could tell if it was because he was drinking a bitter shot of whiskey, or if it had something to do with Neji watching Gaara and Naruto.

Shikamaru decided it was too troublesome to test it.

"Well, it's a good thing Sasuke doesn't care about sharing," mused Itachi, who obviously didn't think it was too 'troublesome', "You can rape Uzumaki-san with your eyes as well."

Itachi spoke with a light cheerful tone; however, both he and Shikamaru were staring intently at Sasuke's back. Sasuke didn't stiffen anymore, but he did grip his glass tighter, which did not go unnoticed by either set of watchful eyes.

"Well, Ifor one do notlike to share," informed Neji, "I only have eyes for my delectable red-head."

Itachi chuckled while noticing his brother had relaxed completely, "My, my, he's yours,that's very possessive of you Neji-kun. Nothing like Sasuke."

Neji turned to look at Itachi as he grabbed the bottle of tequila in the center of the table and poured himself a shot. "He willbe mine, and I would appreciate if you didn't compare me to your brother. I do not sleep with anything that moves," huffed Neji as he threw back his head to down the shot.

Sasuke ripped his eyes from the tantalizing blonde to glare at his 'friend'. He did not sleep with anythingthat moved. He had standards.

Neji ignored him. Instead he basked in the alcohol that buzzed through his system; just the right amount to relax him without becoming smashed. Now he could ignore his nerves and flirt with his little tanuki to his heart's content.

"Well," Itachi's face bloomed into a wicked smirk as he looked over Neji's shoulder, "I do believe you are too slow Neji-kun, your 'delectable red-head' seems to have found a new blonde to dance with… does he have a hair fetish? I think I'm seeing a pattern."

Neji looked toward the dance floor where he saw Gaara enthralled in a new partner. You could tell he held back with Naruto because of their friendship because he was practically one with his new partner. He couldn't help but notice with envy that Gaara's new partner had hair much longer than his own, except this man had blond hair. Gaara's hands were gripping it tightly, similar to how Gaara had gripped his not two nights before. He could not see the man's face, but if his body said anything about him, he was a looker.

Sasuke did not notice his friend's distress as he was looking the handsome blonde who had been dancing with Subaku. If he wasn't dancing with Gaara, then he had to have gone somewhere… He frowned when he noticed a head of blonde hair dancing with another red-head. Honestly, if it weren't for the tattoo on Gaara's forehead, and the fact that this red-head was about as tall as Sasuke, he would have thought Naruto was still dancing with Gaara. However, the dance was different now. Like Gaara, Naruto was no longer holding back, and neither was his partner.

"Hey," began Shikamaru as he examined the new-comers with a suspicious eye, "isn't that-,"

Before he could finish his sentence; however, Neji threw back an extra shot of liquor, and Sasuke released a low growl, before both slammed down their cups and stalked of in separate directions. Each towards their own desire.

"-Sasori and Deidara?" Shikamaru turned to look at Itachi who was now looking particularly insane with delight. "You are evil," concluded Shikamaru.

Itachi chuckled in agreement before standing up, "If you'll excuse me, I think I see my date flashing me seductive looks from the bar." And then he was gone. He had gone from insanely devious to serious in less than a second, and then he disappeared.

"Troublesome," Shikamaru allowed himself to rest his head on the table before falling asleep.

"What are you doing?" taunted Deidara, "The Gaara-kun I know doesn't hold back when dancing."

"What are you doing here Deidara?" asked Gaara as the blonde inched closer while trying to grind up on Gaara.

"Dancing, un," replied the blonde.

"Does my cousin know?"

"He's dancing with blondie over there, besides it's all in good fun," shrugged Deidara, "Now, dance with me, for real." Deidara leered evilly as he gripped Gaara's hips and tried to bring him closer.

Gaara brushed his hands from his waist immediately, "I don't feel like it, it makes me feel like I'm indirectly sexing up my cousin."

Deidara frowned, this wouldn't do. He was here for a reason after all. After a moment of plotting a smirk appeared on his face to which Gaara raised a non-existent eyebrow. "You know Gaara-kun, you and Sasori are verysimilar, and I don't mean your hair. You both have a very interestingfetish." Deidara reached behind his head to pull his hair loose from its ponytail. He let it fall down his chest within sight of Gaara's analytical gaze.

Almost immediately, Gaara's eyes darkened with lust and he reached forward.

Deidara chuckled as he swiped his hair back behind his shoulders, making Gaara glare.

"Nu-uh, you want it, you gotta come over here and show me what realdancing is, un!"

There was no hesitation as Gaara stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Deidara's shoulders. They were roughly the same height. He gripped the hair tightly as he pushed their buddies flush against each other. "Hmm, perhaps my cousin ought to keep you on a shorter leash. There are consequences to tempting me," growled Gaara as he entwined his fingers into the blonde's hair more deeply.

Deidara allowed himself to be pulled forward until his chin rested on Gaara's shoulder. This gave him the perfect view of Itachi's table, and consequently, the man approaching them. Smirking to himself, he tightened his arms around the red-head and ground against him, "Ahh, I swear you and Sasori are sadists. Mmm, ahh," Deidara purred as Gaara pulled his hair hard enough to bare his neck. To anyone it would look like Gaara was marking him, but he was merely whispering in his ear.

"What are you doing? I don't suppose you and Sasori broke up and you're looking for a replacement?"

"'course not. I just wanted to see you have a little fun, un. I know you hold back on your friends." Deidara through one last glance behind Gaara before twisting in the boys arms so that his hair was well within Gaara's reach. He reached back to grab Gaara's hips and pull them forward so that they were spooning.

Gaara had no problem with the change in position. He wrapped his arms around the blonde's chest while fisting his long hair; allowing him to burrow his face into his neck and smell his hair. The man's hair smelled like blossoms. It smelled good, but the scent of lavender and cinnamon was better.

"Looks like we have an audience, un."

Gaara, reluctantly, pulled his face away from the soft hair to see what Deidara was talking about.

"May I cut in?" asked a smooth, polite voice.

None other than Neji Hyuuga stood before them.

Gaara continued to sway and grind with Deidara while analyzing the Hyuuga's posture and face. Surprisingly, he couldn't read the man, and this both frustrated and intrigued Gaara. The Hyuuga was just standing there, arms crossed, starring at them. Gaara couldn't help but notice the man was wearing his hair down.

"Aw, I don't know," pondered Deidara, "See, we were kinda enjoying ourselves."

"Deidara," Neji's voice was sharp, but he didn't look away from Gaara.

"Fine, fine, sheesh, have some fun."

Gaara's eyes narrowed when the blonde pulled away, but that was not the reason. The reason was because Deidara just wrapped his arms around Neji!

"Show me whatchya got, un."

Neji glared as the blonde forced him to sway with him. However, before he could push him away, the man was pulled away. And by none other than the object of his desire.

"I don't think it's you he wants to dance with," Gaara's glare promised death, but Deidara just shrugged it off.

"He never specified," said Deidara nonchalantly.

"Well, I don't think my cousin would approve," growled Gaara, "dancing with me is one thing, but he's rather possessive if I recall."

Deidara laughed, "Yes, another thing you have in common," he glanced at Neji before giving Gaara a wink and shoving him into the brunette's arms.

Gaara watched him disappear as Neji's arms tightened around him. Gaara frowned, he didn't like this position. With his back against Neji's chest he couldn't even see –nether less touch-Neji's hair. He gave a low growl and attempted to turn around, but Neji was having no such thing.

"Tsk, tsk, naughty little tanuki," Neji whispered in his ear as he reached up to stroke Gaara's chest with one hand while the other remained firmly around his waist. "You have to earnthe right to pull my hair; it's a privilege."

"Are you drunk?" Gaara glanced back to see a lock of hair but before he could reach it, Neji swept it back over his shoulder.

"Not particularly," murmured Neji, "A little buzz to relax. I wouldn't want to forget anything about tonight. Well, except maybe Deidara."

"Hn," Gaara reached back to run his hand up the outside of Neji's thigh while the other snuck back to the Hyuuga's face. "Perhaps you should make me forget his touch," Gaara purred seductively.

Neji smirked before seizing the hand that held his face. "Gladly," he whispered into Gaara's ear, "But I will do so without you touching my hair," chuckled Neji as he brought the captured hand down to Gaara's side and away from the position that had been dangerously close to his hair. What was with Gaara and hair?

Gaara practically snapped, as he snarled, "And how exactly do I 'earn' it?"

Neji smiled coyly, not that Gaara could see. "Straight to the point I see."

Gaara merely attempted to glare the Hyuuga into submission.

Neji sighed as he nibbled contently on the man's neck while he pondered. After a few seconds, he decided. "A date."

Gaara looked back skeptically as analyzed the Hyuuga. The man appeared dead serious. "A date?" asked Gaara suspiciously.

"And,you have to consider, dating me seriously," added Neji.

"You want me to be your lover."

"Lover, boyfriend, partner, they all mean the same to me, and yes, I want commitment, "purred Neji, "but I won't force you into anything. I just want you to consider."

"Fine."

Neji froze for a moment. His body stopped moving with the music, and his arms froze in their leisurely stroking, he hadn't expected the man to accept so quickly.

Gaara, using Neji's shock to his advantage, turned around, and gripping Neji's hair, pulled him close. "I'll considerit. And you can take me out for breakfast in the morning." Gaara leaned closer so he could whisper the last part in what one could consider a 'bedroom voice', "Let's just hope you don't pass out again tonight. You might sleep through breakfast."

Neji snapped out of his shocked at the mention of 'tonight'. Oh, he was so looking forward to departing the club.

Naruto wasn't sure when it happened, but at some point, Gaara had been replaced by... a bigger Gaara? No, wait, just a look-alike, who was slightly taller. But this 'Gaara' had no Kanji tattoo, and his eyes were brown, not emerald green. When he looked around he noticed that Gaara also had a new dance partner, and it didn't appear that he was unhappy, so Naruto just shrugged it off.

"Hey cutie, you should focus on the person you're dancing with. I like my partners attention to be devoted to me." said the red-head.

"Yah, well maybe you should get another partner," suggested Naruto coolly. Honestly, he never even askedhim if he wanted to dance!

"That's okay, you looked like you were holding back earlier. Were you dancing with a friend? I don't mind if you go all out with me," chuckled the man.

Naruto frowned but let the comment slide. The man was probably drunk. Besides he came to dance, so dance he would! He allowed the red-head to pull him closer so that their chests brushed as they swayed against each other.

"Mmm, aren't you a little hottie," without warning the man pulled Naruto so that they were flush against each other and began grinding.

"Hey-," Naruto couldn't help but yelp as a hand grabbed his ass and squeezed. He decided the man was too much, but before he could slam the heel of his hand into the guy's chin, a low growl sounded from behind him.

"Sasori"

Naruto looked over his shoulder to see Uchiha Sasuke. One very pissedUchiha Sasuke...

Alright! Evil ending, I know, but I justhadto! Hope you enjoyed it! R&R

~*~DeviousDevil :)