A/N: Credit for that first bit of dialogue between Itachi, Neji and Sasuke goes completely to the wonderful Pie, who got me into these boys. Also, this drabble is crack. Enjoy. 3

Putting the last piece of clothing he'd need into his bag, Neji pulled it shut and left, leaping across rooftops to the Uchiha compound. Itachi was waiting, and they walked back to his house. The Uchiha family, sans Sasuke, had invited Neji to go along with them to their vacation house to welcome the New Year, and he was staying the night before. It would be his first night over at their house. Sasuke would be with his own friends.

They took off their shoes and stepped inside, and were immediately met with activity. Mikoto took Neji's bag and put it with the other bags to go in the morning. They trailed after her, Neji looking around at the part of the house he'd never gotten to see at the parties he attended. They were held up in the kitchen by the appearance of Sasuke.

"Itachi!" he said, crossing his arms. "You said you'd—"

"Another time, Sasuke," Itachi said, cutting him off. "I've got a guest tonight."

"Whatever, I'll be at Naruto's, then. Who's your guest anyway—Neji?!"

"Nice to see you again, Sasuke," Neji replied politely. He'd never been really close to the younger Uchiha, but liked to think they were on good terms.

"What are you doing with Itachi?" Sasuke demanded. His brow furrowed in almost exactly the way that his older brother's did when he was trying to puzzle something out.

"Your brother and I…uh…"

"Sasuke! There you are. Come with me, I need another pair of hands."

Itachi waited until his mother had disappeared into the front of the house, dragging a protesting Sasuke after her, and then grabbed Neji's hand, leading him through hallways and past manicured rock gardens into the residential area of the house. Despite his composure, Neji could feel excitement building in him. They hadn't been able to see each other since that one night and day after Solstice. Apparently Itachi had felt it too, because there was an urgency in his step as they went down a long hallway and finally stopped at a door that the Hyuuga had never seen before.

As soon as they were both inside the room and the door was shut, Itachi pressed him back against one of the columns that held up the roof, lips seeking a kiss that Neji willingly returned. It deepened and took on a life of its own as his hands flew out, grabbing Itachi's shirt to drag him closer. The Hyuuga did not believe in the romance-novel kind of love, but knew on some level that this was not the fairy-tale, sparkles-and-rainbows love that the girls at the academy tittered about or that raunchy old men like Jiraiya-sama wrote about. He hadn't asked for a storybook romance, and he didn't want one.

Besides, this was better.

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"What's up, Sasuke? You look all outta breath-ttebayo. Gettin' outta shape? Hehe, the pervy hermit said I was—"

"Naruto, we've got an emergency."

The blonde was instantly on alert, opening the window up fully so Sasuke could climb in off the sill. "What's goin' on?"

"Neji's with Itachi."

"So? Aren't they—"

"Naruto, he's with Itachi."

"I'm sure they can take care of themselves, datteba—"

"Dumbass! Neji is going out with Itachi."

"Oh!" The blond took a moment to process this information, then screwed up his face. "I always knew your brother was gay!"

Sasuke was tearing out his hair in frustration. "We have to do something. We have to keep them from…doing anything."

"Ew! That's gross, idiot!"

"I know, that's why we're going to stop them. C'mon, I've got a few ideas."

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Neji's breath was on his neck, and he could feel that the Hyuuga was losing control. His own heartbeat was swift, pounding in his ears as he dragged his nails down Neji's back and smirked when he was rewarded with a groan and white eyes darkened to an exotic lavender shade with his desire—

Feet pounded on the boards outside and they stilled, not daring to breathe. The voices got louder, becoming distinct people.

"It's great that you've got that new scroll from Kakashi-sensei, Sasuke!" they heard Naruto practically scream. "You're great for wanting to share it with me. Maybe you aren't such a bastard anymore. Hey, is your brother home?" Three loud bangs on the door, so hard it shook.

They scrambled to get off of each other. Neji sat crosslegged on the bed, shifting just so. "Are you going to the door like that?"

Itachi scowled at him. "I'm in ANBU. I know how to hide things."

He slid open the door, there was a quick, sharp exchange, and Itachi slid the door shut again. Neji admired the way he moved—graceful, purposeful. Uchiha Itachi was the poster child for shinobi, and they were still talking about him in the Academy.

And, he found out, kissing boys wasn't that different from kissing girls. Better, because Itachi seemed to know just when he'd reached the point where he would need more than just kisses to feed the fire, and would smoothly—

They ignored the footsteps pounding up and down the hall again. Itachi's lips moved from Neji's mouth to his neck, kissing and biting experimentally, and when Neji responded (awkwardly, they were still learning), he bit a little harder and drew a low moan from the Hyuuga, seated in his lap. Itachi dug his nails into the cloth of his lover's pants, dark eyes intensely watching for—

"Itachi! Your stupid brother wants—"

"I don't care. Tell outoto he can find it himself. I've got a guest." He lightly scratched his nails over Neji's thighs, and his breath hitched in his throat when the other pushed back against him and their hips—

"Aniki! I can't find the big shuri—"

"Go away, Sasuke."

"Help me find it! I'll tell Mom!"

Frustrated, he reluctantly nudged Neji off his lap and scrubbed his face, trying to picture the least arousing thing he could. Sensei in a dress…Sensei in Mother's dress…Neji, naked—no, Sensei in a pink, frilly apron…my damn brother…

When he pushed the door open with a snap, the two teens outside both quieted a moment. Itachi leaned forward so the suspicious bulge in the front of his pants wasn't as pronounced, and his annoyance seethed around him, keeping their attention on his face. "What is it you want, stupid outoto?"

For once, he saw real fear in his brother's eyes. "N-nothing," Sasuke said, backing away. "I just remembered. I know where it is. Come on, Naruto."

Shutting the door after them, they weren't alone for five minutes when Mikoto knocked on the door. "Boys! I have your dinner! Eat up, it's late, and then get to bed! We leave at dawn tomorrow!"

Chewing on his food, crabby, Itachi pushed the rice around on the tray with his chopsticks. "I apologize, Neji. My family is a lot of fools."

The Hyuuga shook his head. "It's nothing. Your brother was working especially hard to disrupt us, and it worked." Something changed in his eyes, a secretive look that to his knowledge only Itachi had seen. "It won't be the same next time."

"No, it won't," Itachi agreed. A look passed between them, and they went back to their food, leaving the trays outside the door when they were finished and curling up together in the bed to sleep.