Itachi let out a loud groan as he moved into a sitting position. Ugh, I hate hangovers. The Uchiha cradled his head in his hands when a thought struck him. Why am I in bed? He looked around to make sure that it was his bedroom, it was. However, while looking around he also noticed that he was not wearing a shirt. His black eyes grew wide as another thought struck him. He slowly lifted up the bed covers and, to his relief, was wearing pants. Well that's good, but still, why am I in my room? Ugh, I don't remember anything from last night! He considered yelling for Kisame, but that wouldn't make his headache any better, so he slowly got out of bed and started walking towards the last place he had seen the fish man, not bothering to put his shirt back on.

"Kisame," he mumbled as he shuffled into the living room. "Wake up."

Kisame stirred slightly from his spot on the couch. Itachi continued to walk over and kicked his partner in the shin. Kisame immediately woke up with a startled yell that made the Uchiha wince. "Shit! Itachi! What was that for?"

The addressed covered his ears with his hands, trying to block out the noise. "You were asleep."

Kisame scowled. "Well thanks to you I'm awake now, so what do you want?"

"Why did I wake up in my bed?"

"How should I know? I was here, wasted on the couch."

Itachi frowned at this piece of information. "But if you were asleep then who could've put me in my bed?" he wondered aloud. However, Kisame was distracted by something behind the troubled man. "Hello? Are you even listening to me?"

The blue water-nin pointed to the something he was staring at. "You could ask him."

Itachi spun around. "Who-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw who it was that was trying to quietly get his breakfast behind him.

"Um, hi, Itachi-san . . . un."

The addressed narrowed his eyes. "Deidara? When did you come back?"

The blonde tried to avoid the other's eyes. "Last night, un."

The Uchiha's heart stopped. I was completely drunk. What if I did or said something. . . From his place on the couch Kisame chuckled in amusement. Itachi did his best to ignore him. "And were you the one who put me to bed?" he demanded in a harsh tone.

Deidara seemed to find something interesting on his shoes, seeing as he kept staring at them. "Yes, un."

Itachi narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"Because you were drunk, un."

"Why not Kisame?"

"He's too heavy, un."

Itachi glared at Deidara for a minute, but then seemed to accept his explanation. With a sigh of relief Deidara continued with pouring himself some cereal. "Oh, Deidara?"

The bomb artist froze. "Yes, Itachi-san?"

"Did I . . . say or do anything . . . out of character to you?"

Itachi couldn't see, but Deidara's face turned bright red. "No, un."

A small smile spread on the Uchiha's lips. "Good." The smile quickly disappeared from his face as he stalked off to go do something, presumably sleep off the rest of his hangover.

Kisame eyed Deidara, grinning. "Wh-What, un?" the blonde stammered nervously.

The shark's grin only grew. "Itachi did do or say something, didn't he, Deidara?"

If possible, the artist's face became even redder. "N-No."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not, un." he said insistently, though he wasn't that convincing.

Kisame rolled his eyes. "Sure. Oh, and Deidara?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Nice hickey."

The artist's spoon fell with a clatter to the floor, and, in a matter of seconds, Deidara had run all the way upstairs to his room. As soon as the door was securely locked behind him the blonde hurried over to the mirror to check for said hickey. He let out a loud groan when he spotted it on his neck. "Oh, no. Danna can't see this, un! But how can I keep him from seeing-" Deidara trailed off as his one visible eye moved towards his closet and lingered on the Akatsuki's uniform. "Of course, un!" Deidara hurriedly grabbed the cloak and slipped it on, ruffling his hair in the process. Once he was fully dressed he checked his reflection once again and grinned. No part of his neck was visible due to the very tall collar. "Excellent, un."

However, his moment of triumph was short-lived because at that moment someone knocked on his door. "Deidara? I'm back!"

Deidara's blue eyes grew wide, and, without thinking, flung open the door and hugged the person outside of it. "Danna!"

The redhead chuckled slightly and freed one of his arms so that he could pet Deidara's head. "Did you miss me, Deidara-chan?"

The blonde snuggled up to his lover. "So much! How was your mission, un?"

Sasori escaped out of Deidara's embrace and walked over to the bed before sitting down, patting the spot next to him. As Deidara eagerly went to sit next to him, Sasori answered the question, a taunting smile on his face. "It was extremely boring; there was no blonde there hovering over every single that I did."

When Deidara finally sat down beside Sasori, the redhead turned his head so that he could plant a soft kiss on Deidara's nose. "Missed you." He said with a smile before leaning in again to kiss Deidara, a real kiss this time.

When Sasori pulled away Deidara giggled softly. "You ought to go out on missions more often, un." Then it was Deidara's turn to kiss Sasori, although, unfortunately, the redhead's hand moved downward and starting toying with the top button on Deidara's cloak. Deidara's whole body froze at the small action, including his lips.

Sasori immediately pulled away, studying his partner with a worried look on his face. "Dei? What's wrong, love?"

Deidara tried to relax his muscles as best as he could and keep the blood from rushing to his face. "N-Nothing's wrong, Danna."

Sasori's worry manifested itself into a small frown. "Did you just stutter?"

Deidara looked away, not making eye contact. "You must be hearing things, Danna." He mumbled.

Sasori wasn't buying it. He gently grabbed the object of his affection's face and turned it so that he could like straight into Deidara's dazzling blue eyes. "Tell me, did I do something wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Danna," started Deidara, fabricating an excuse on the spot. "It's just that it's eight in the morning and I'm tiiiiired, un." He let out a yawn for emphasis.

A look of understanding overcame Sasori's face, but the frown remained. "You're . . . too tired to for me?"

Deidara frowned, too, and glomped his Danna. "Aw, don't take it like that, 'Sori! Later, definitely, un." Like maybe around midnight, the hickey should be gone by then, I think.

At that Sasori chuckled and stroked the blonde's hair. "Alright, I'll leave you to sleep, then." Then, after giving Deidara a quick kiss on the lips, Sasori got up from the bed and shut the door softly behind him as he left.

Deidara collapsed onto his bed, taking in a deep breath of air. I can't believe I just said 'no' to Danna. He's gotta be suspicious, un. Deidara closed his eyes. Even though he had just made up being tired as an excuse, in truth he was rather sleepy. And it's a good thing Itachi doesn't remember . . . un. . .

Deidara lay on his bed snoring, fast asleep.

Sasori's PoV

That's just so weird, Deidara's never stopped me before, not even when he was tired. Something's got to be bugging him, but what? I mean, he's the one that kissed me that time, I didn't even do anything except kiss him back and- Sasori's eyes widened. –and try to take his cloak off! I must've done it subconsciously, 'cause I most certainly didn't realize it at the time. So, what, he doesn't wanna have sex with me? That's just as weird.

Sasori shook his head as he entered the Akatsuki's living room, trying to organize his thoughts. He sat down on the nearest couch and picked up the remote, mindlessly flipping through channels.

"Hey, Sasori. What's the matter?" The puppet master looked up to see Kisame sitting on the opposite couch, a toothy grin on his face.

"Kisame, when Deidara came down to get cereal, did he seem a little . . . off to you?" Sasori knew that Deidara had already eaten cereal because his mouth had had the distinct taste of 'Rice Crispies.'

The grin grew. "If you call blushing and stuttering 'off,' then yes, yes he did."

Sasori sighed. "Do you have any idea why?"

Kisame shifted his position, getting comfortable. "Well, I can't say anything for sure 'cause I was wasted last night, but then again, so was Itachi."

Sasori let out an involuntary hiss. "That bastard was drunk when my Dei came home?" Kisame opened his mouth to say 'yes,' but Sasori had already leapt off of the couch and practically ran to Itachi's room, stomping as he went.

"Uchiha," he yelled as he banged on Itachi's door. "You better come out here RIGHT NOW!"

There was moan from the other side of the door. "Go away!"

Sasori did not comply. Instead he kicked the door right next to the door knob, causing the lock to break and the door to swing open (A/N: My sister did that once, lol), showing Itachi lying face down in his pillow. "I am not going to go away, now get your pansy Uchiha ass here now so I can do to it what I did to that door!"

Itachi blindly grabbed another pillow nearby and used it to cover both of his ears. Seething, Sasori stomped over to the bed and violently rolled Itachi over before pinning him down to the bed. Itachi opened one eye. "I'm not in the mood for rape right now." He muttered.

Sasori ignored the comment. "You tell me what you did to my Dei-chan right now!"

Itachi's eyes widened for a split second before returning to normal. "I didn't do anything." He replied.

Sasori shook Itachi by the shoulders. "Liar. You had the lack of common sense to get yourself drunk last night before Deidara got home. Tell. Me. What. You. Did."

The Uchiha's eyes flashed red. "I already fucking told you! I didn't do a damn thing to your precious Dei-chan!" He snarled.

"Deidara seems to remember differently!" Sasori said with the same amount of harshness.

"Oh yeah? Well you can take what that dumb blonde remembers and stick it up your-" Itachi blinked, finally registering what Sasori had said. "What? What does he remember?"

Sasori let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know! That's I'm asking you, damnit! All I know is that something's bothering Dei and he froze up when I tried to take his cloak off!"

Itachi quickly recovered from his momentary confusion, his glare turning cold. "And so you automatically assumed that I'm the something that's bothering him?" he demanded, furious.

"WELL WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE?"

With a scowl Itachi pushed the redhead off of him "I'm sick and tired of you yellin' at me in my own fucking bed in my own fucking room while I'm trying to sleep off a fucking hangover! It's not my damn fault that you're boyfriend won't let you fuck him, so go yell at someone else!" Itachi angrily stomped out of his 'own fucking room' to who knows where, leaving Sasori alone, sprawled on his back on the other nin's bed.

The redhead groaned and buried his head in his hands. Damn weasel! Why'd he have to go and get drunk? And why'd Dei have to come home when he was drunk, anyways? And why won't Dei just tell me?! 'Cause Itachi sure as hell won't, and I seriously doubt he remembers, anyways. Think positively, Sasori. It couldn't have been that bad! I mean, it's not like Dei would just let the Uchiha rape him . . . or would he? Sasori shook his head. No, he would never do that. Ugh! I need to know! Alright, I'll just ask Deidara what happened when he wakes up. Unless he refuses to tell me. Sasori let out a loud cry in frustration. Damnit!

A/N: O.o Wow. It's just a hickey; he doesn't need to overreact so much. But then again, he has no way of knowing that it's just a hickey, does he? No. I don't think so. 'Nyways, tell me what you thought of this chapter, 'kay?