Small A/N: So... I never expected for this story to receive the interest it did. But I am glad and thankful for it! Because you asked for it, I shall continue the story! I hope you all like it!

Itachi wasn't as cold as Sasuke made him out to be. He even offered to make breakfast when he noticed just how bad Kiba's hangover truly was.

Hell, he'd even softly kissed the Inuzuka's forehead before he got up from his bed to find their clothes.

Kiba must be going insane.

There was no way in hell that he had somehow ended up sleeping with his best friend's boyfriend's brother. That kind of thing only happened in his sister's crappy romance novels. Not in real life.

Especially not with a man that, from what Kiba had heard from the grapevine that was Sai, was highly successful and extremely pressured by his father to be as perfect as possible.

Their whole family, the Uchiha, was known nationwide. They had a very successful law firm that had managed to branch out and grow from being purely a firm that worked with personal injury lawsuits to a corporation that dealt with giving all kinds of legal aid. It was a rather serious and small business with no more than twenty lawyers and fifty maintenance workers that kept the facilities running well. They were a very exclusive business that only dealt with high end clientele, the reason why they had so much money, even with the essentially small amount of cases they took on.

Sasuke, being the younger son, had been allowed to have an open gay relationship with Naruto. Itachi had not approved of them at all. Neither had most of the rest of the Uchiha family. But his mother had somehow managed to convince his father to allow Sasuke to have Naruto as his boyfriend through much conversation and convincing.

Speaking of Sasuke... The smug bastard was smirking over at him from the other side of the kitchen's island.

After their very fragmented and rather one way conversation, Itachi had gotten up from Kiba's bed, thrown some clothes in his direction, and pulled on his own pants. The Inuzuka had rushed to get dressed and hadn't paid much attention of what he had been putting on.

But as he had limped (yeah... limped... Itachi had, apparently, been quite a good lay. It was a shame he couldn't remember a single bit of the activities that had taken placed in his bed last night), Kiba noticed something odd about the button up shirt he was wearing. It felt bigger on him. And the sleeves seemed to engulf his hands, so he was forced to roll them up to his elbows.

It had been Sasuke to point out exactly why it was that Kiba felt that his shirt was so odd. And he had done so in a subtle yet obvious way that had ended up with even Naruto had been able to understand what he had been implying.

"Have fun last night, brother?"

Kiba had sneered at the younger Uchiha. From what he saw, Itachi didn't even glare at his brother. Instead… He had seemed almost smug. But Naruto, in his own Uchiha provided shirt, had jumped as soon as his alcohol addled brain had processed what had been said. Which meant that a good five minutes after Itachi began to prepare breakfast for them and Kiba had settled himself on one of the tall chairs in front of the island table in his kitchen.

"Holy shit! Kiba, you banged Itachi?!"

Itachi, with his clear lack of shirt and long black hair out of its customary ponytail, had merely smirked over at his brother as Kiba's cheeks began to burn up.

The Inuzuka, though, had only dug his still pounding head into his hands, trying to block everything out. He couldn't deal with everything he had done. And he just wanted to be swallowed up by the Earth and never be returned so he would never have to face his mother's wrath.

Naruto had a loud voice on a normal day. Even more so now that he was excited at the prospect of his best friend having slept with his boyfriend's brother. Especially now that he had some pretty juicy blackmail material to use on Kiba with his mother and family.

"Naruto, shut up..." He pleaded, allowing his head to lie down on the cool granite table. It felt good against his rather hot forehead. But even that good thing was taken away by a hyperactive Naruto.

One second he had been sitting on his chair. The next he found himself splayed out on the floor, a hyperactive blonde jumping over him with wide and excited blue eyes.

"You finally get laid and when you get laid you choose to get fucked by Sasuke's brother?! And here I thought that all Uchiha were emotionless pricks that didn't care about anyone and weren't even worthy of looking at your feet, much less your ass!"

The loud shouting made Kiba wince in pain. And he suddenly had the rather angered idea to punch the blonde bastard's face. But before he could do something so drastic that would undoubtedly end up with both of them throwing punches as if there was no tomorrow, Naruto was being pulled off of him by Sasuke, who shook his head.

"You may just be getting too close to going too far, Naruto." The Uchiha warned, wrapping his arms around the blonde to pull him away from the Inuzuka.

Kiba was, for lack of a better word, beginning to truly freak out.

How many wrong things had he done in just one night? First of all, he had thrown a teenage party with alcohol, even though everyone attending was well below the drinking age. Then he'd allowed it to go pretty far from the way the house had been left in all kinds of disarray. And, finally, he allowed himself to get fucked by Itachi Uchiha… The one person Tsume Inuzuka hated more than Hiashi Hyuga, although not as much as Itachi's own father.

With these thoughts of dismay, Kiba began to try and pick himself up from the floor. But, from the groaning of his joints, the Inuzuka just decided to allow himself to wilt away on the tile beneath him.

But then Itachi's very much amused face appeared in his line of sight and hands were on his shoulders, pulling him up from the floor.

"Come on, Kiba. You're being overly dramatic."

The Inuzuka didn't hold back the glare, even though he allowed Itachi to pick him up from the floor.

"Really? Well I think you're being under dramatic." The Inuzuka retorted, then tucked his feet up beneath him and completely stood himself up. Only to have Itachi's hands remain on his shoulders. "I'm going to die as soon as my family gets home. If not for the party, then for the alcohol. And if not for those things, then for the huge ass mess left behind."

He had started off rather calmed and composed. But the more he spoke, the more the dangerous reality he now found himself set in. And so he finished with an almost crazed shout, motioning for the whole house.

It was a two story home with blue/gray colored walls and ample floor space. But one wouldn't be able to see that from the state it had been left in. Cups, plates, shattered glass, and all kinds of junk was strewn all around the floor, making it nearly impossible to see the floor. Everything was in disarray. It seemed as if a tornado had come through his home. The only reason why the kitchen wasn't so bad off was because Sasuke and Itachi had helped one another clear some space so they could make some breakfast.

"I can still hear Sakura and Ino in here!" He shouted, then turned and stomped towards the doorway of his kitchen.

"Youch. I think he's angry." He heard Naruto mutter, then a smack and a shout from the blonde. Sasuke had smacked him for being an idiot.

He made his way over to the spare guestrooms on the first floor of his home, knocking forcefully on the one he knew Sakura, Ino, and some guy he'd never met before had gone into. As he spent more time awake, a few things came back into his memory.

Like how Naruto and he had been literally an inch away from kissing because of a stupid dare from Sakura that had been stopped by Neji dragged him off to the dancefloor. Or how he had somehow managed to stumble into and try to begin a fight with Rock Lee as he tried to dance. Or how he had laughed loudly as Chouji and Shikamaru rode into his home with the tiny toy cars he had found in his room.

Although he still couldn't remember just how he had met or wound up in bed with Itachi Uchiha.

"Yo! Pinky! Blondie!" He shouted as he pounded his fist against the door, "Time to get the hell out of my house!"

He heard rustling and a surprised yelp from inside, but before he could properly kick the girls out of his house, Itachi appeared behind him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, turning him around.

"Kiba, please. Everyone in this house has a hangover. There's no need to shout."

With a frown that was most definitely not a pout, Kiba looked at him. The older male did not look like he had a hangover. If anything, he seemed to be as sober and sane as someone that had never even set foot into a place with alcohol.

"You're awfully calm about all of this." The Inuzuka hissed back at him, only to receive a smirk from him.

"Because there's no reason to be freaking out." Then his arm slithered from around his shoulders to around his waist, beginning to rub soft circles into Kiba's hips. "Kiba, you should really try your best to just calm down. I have everything under control."

Immediately, Kiba was worried by these words. But when he looked up at Itachi with distrust in his eyes, he only found calm and a really relaxed demeanor from the usually cold man.

"Come and have some breakfast. Naruto tells me you get grumpy when you're hungry and you can't really make good decisions on an empty stomach."

It was odd to hear the man being so nice. But his voice was rather soothing... And, really, he was kind of tired of freaking out at this point. Maybe going along with some of Itachi's ideas wouldn't hurt...

Besides, he had only a few days left of life before his mother got back and killed him. He may as well enjoy them.

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