"Itachi-san, what are you doing?"
"Exactly what it looks like I'm doing, Kisame."
"I don't think that's very wise."
Itachi, who was raiding the Akatsuki fridge, pulled out several bottles of alcohol-based drinks. "Why not? The rest of the Akatsuki are out on individual missions and Pein entrusted the base to us. And I trust that if anyone did come in, you would stop me from doing anything stupid. Besides," the Uchiha smirked. "I really need a beer."
Kisame let out a sigh as he shook his head. "Fine, if you must." A triumphant look overtook Itachi as he plopped down on the couch and opened a bottle. "But try not to drink too much."
The raven-haired nin raised the bottle to his lips. "Hn." he muttered before chugging down his beer.
The ex-water nin rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer for himself. Hey, why couldn't he enjoy himself, too? Besides, how drunk could Itachi get, anyways? He always seemed in control of his emotions, he didn't need Kisame to supervise him.
--Two hours later--
The two partners were completely wasted. Kisame was drunk so much that he had passed out, but not Itachi. No, the Uchiha was still going at it, gulp by gulp. If anyone walked in at the moment then he was going to be in trou-
"I'm home, un!" There was a loud BANG! as the blonde slammed the door behind him. Itachi winced at the sudden noise. "Did anybody miss me, un? You won't believe what happened on my mi-" Deidara stopped in mid-sentence when he walked into the main living room and saw Kisame passed out on the couch and Itachi buried underneath a pile of beer bottles. The bomb artist's blue eyes widened in shock. "I-Itachi-san?"
"Hmm?" The drunken man looked up from his unfocused gaze and his charcoal eyes brightened at the sight of the blonde. "Deidara-chan! When did you get here?"
The ninja who was being spoken to moved slowly toward the slurring man. "Itachi-san, I think I should get you to bed, un-"
"UN!" Itachi suddenly shrieked. "That speech impediment of yours is so cute, Deidara-chan!"
Deidara put Itachi's arm around his neck and helped him stand up. "I'll help you up to your room and- wait, did you just call me cute, un?"
Itachi drunkenly nodded his head. "Cute, attractive, hot, sexy, however you want to put it, that's what you are, Dei-chan."
The blonde's face flushed. "You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying, un."
"Oh, yes, I do."
"No, you do-" Before Deidara could finish correcting him, Itachi firmly placed his lips on Deidara's. The blonde immediately tried to push him off. "Itachi-san!"
But the raven-haired nin just smiled. "You are so sexy."
"You know I'm Sasori no Danna's, un!" The Uchiha let out a small snore as he nodded of to sleep, causing Deidara to sigh as he carried Itachi the rest of the way to the Uchiha's room. It's not his fault, un, Deidara kept telling himself. He's drunk; I bet if anyone else had come home before me he would've been all over them, too. Danna was wrong; there is no way Itachi-san likes me, un. However, another part of his mind kept nagging at the artist. But people always tell the truth when they're drunk, un. That means that he really thinks I'm cute... and attractive... and hot... and sexy... He shook his head, clearing that thought from his head as he lay Itachi down in his bed.
As if sensing Deidara's doubt Itachi opened one ebony eye. "Does Dei-chan want to play?"
'Dei-chan' recoiled in surprise at the Uchiha's question. "Wha- No, un!"
"But, Deidara-a-a," Itachi's voice was a whine now as he tugged at Deidara's shirt. "don't you think it's getting hot?"
The blonde roughly pulled his shirt down. "No, I don't, un!"
"Well I think so." Itachi crisply slipped off his own fishnet shirt. Deidara let out a startled gasp when he saw the Uchiha's strongly defined muscles. Itachi leaned closer to the blonde and ran his tongue up his ear. "I want you, Deidara." He slurred. The wanted ninja tried his best to hold back a groan as his admirer started nibbling at his neck. "The only thing stopping me from trying to get you is that damn puppet. I see how happy you are with him. You practically glow every time he walks in the fucking room."
Deidara stayed silent as the Uchiha tried to take off his shirt again, more gently this time, but Deidara still firmly kept it in place. Any minute now he'll pass out due to the alcohol, be patient, un...
"You're always... so damn happy... I couldn't... risk the chance of you... losing that... for me..."
Just as Deidara predicted, Itachi slipped out of consciousness, his arms still around the blonde's waist. Said blonde gently detached himself from the Uchiha's grip and quietly moved him back into a laying position before covering him with a blanket and leaving to go to his own room, not really able to fully comprehend what had just happened. However, there was one thing the blonde knew for sure: Sasori could not find out about this.
A/N:
Suspenseful
chapter, neh? Lol, so I checked out the reader traffic thingy and it
said people from Canada and the UK were reading this! How awesome is
that? Canada and the UK have, like, the
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