Itachi broke the kiss and maneuvered Sasuke around so that they were both sitting on the couch facing each other. Sasuke leaned forward, eager to pick up where they had left off. As soon as he felt the pressure of Itahci's tongue at his lips, Sasuke closed his eyes. He cradled the back of Itachi's head, delighting in the feel of the silky strands. He didn't see when Itachi released one hand and began to unbutton Sasuke's shirt. Instead, he felt lust coil like a snake inside his stomach as cool fingers slipped between the button holes to trace slivers of pale skin. Sasuke's mouth fell open and he panted, unabashed for once. His hips jerked as Itachi moved his lips down his throat, nipping at his collar bone.

Sasuke thought he heard bells and realized that the door bell was ringing. He felt like howling when Itachi removed his hands and mouth from him and offered him a smirk.

"Would you be so kind as to get the door?"

Sasuke knew an order when he heard it and so he got to his feet, slowly walking towards the door, willing his erection, which was aching, to go away. But it was difficult; he'd never been harder in his life. He grabbed a nearby sweatshirt and pulled it over him; there, it covered his obvious signs of arousal. Gnashing his teeth together in frustration, he opened the door and- blinked.

A strange blond guy (Was it a guy? Sasuke wasn't sure) wearing an oversized black shirt and faded blue jeans stood in the doorway, hands by his side. Sasuke had to admit the androgynous person was hot and felt an odd itch to feel the guy/girl's hair.

The blond guy gave him the once over before grinning carelessly. "Yo. I'm Deidara. You're Sasuke un?"

"Yeah." Sasuke simply stared at him.

Deidara tried to peer around Sasuke into the house but Sasuke blocked his view.

"Oh, un. I'm here to see Itachi," Deidara informed him. If he was here to see Itachi, who didn't have many friends to speak of, then there could only be one reason. And if nothing else, the way his tone changed on his nii-san's name would have tipped him off big time. Deidara was here to...Sasuke blushed, those thoughts were not helping his hard on go away.

"Deidara."

Itachi had come to stand beside his brother.

"'Tachi."

Itachi, to Sasuke's amazement, scowled. "What are you doing here?"

"Good question, un. Can I come in and we can discuss it?" Deidara looked like he was trying very hard not to fidget under his brother's coolly assessing gaze.

"Fine," Itachi replied curtly.

"Catch you later Sasuke!" Deidara called to him as Itachi pulled him away towards his room.

Sasuke was confused. Actually, he wasn't and wished he was. He knew that there wouldn't be much talking going on in Itachi's room. He shook his head, incredulous, about to close the door when his name was called.

"Sasuke!"

And there was Naruto, dressed in his favorite orange t-shirt which Sasuke didn't mind all that much since it was small on him and thus stretched deliciously tight across his body, and really tight black pants. In short, he looked utterly fuckable. Sasuke didn't blink or stare or salivate or do any of the things he usually did when Naruto looked this hot. And why? Because Sasuke was too busy having incestuous thoughts, recalling Itachi's burning touch and wicked eyes, remembering the feel of his hair, wondering what Itachi was doing with what's his face, to give Naruto the proper admiration he deserved.

Naruto followed Sasuke to his room, dragging his sleeping bag and a backpack, which held his clothes and toiletries in addition to his school things. Naruto pushed worries about Sasuke's state of being out of his mind, eager to announce his grand plan.