"So... The cars?"

"We took them from Shikamaru and Chouji."

"Why was there a paper on one of the windshields?"

"Because you gave me a ticket for being too hot to drive."

Kiba could believe the answer. But at the same time, he couldn't. He couldn't believe he had said something so cheesy and clearly horny to a guy like Itachi Uchiha.

Allowing his head to fall into his hands, Kiba groaned loudly.

His stomach was twisting and churning in an uncomfortable way. And this meant that, even though the food in front of him looked and smelled really good, he couldn't make himself eat it.

The pain sprouting from his ass all the way up his back sure as hell didn't help.

From beside him, he heard Itachi chuckle softly. And, really, he couldn't understand how the Uchiha could be so calm.

"Just what is your deal?"

"My deal?" Itachi repeated, which made Kiba glare at him in frustration, only to throw his arms over the counter and use them as a cushion for his face.

"Yeah. You're so calm. It doesn't make any sense!" The Inuzuka grumbled, pouting softly. "You just banged your brother's boyfriend's best friend. While he was drunk. How could you be so calm?" Then the Inuzuka looked into his dark eyes, glaring at him. "I could cry rape."

The Uchiha looked him over for a second before sighing softly, then raising his hand to pat at Kiba's hair. The younger made to smack it away, but chose against it when his body shouted at him to stop moving. So he just allowed the man's large hand to run over his hair, pouting and glaring.

"We were both intoxicated, Inuzuka. And you wouldn't cry rape because then you would have police looking in at you. And that would mean that they would question just where you got the alcohol from and why you allowed yourself to get so drunk. In the end, crying rape would only make you seem like a liar, a person that looked to get raped, or a troubled teen that shouldn't even get a day in court."

The Uchiha's voice wasn't harsh. If anything, it was soft and almost caring. But just because his tone was nice didn't mean that Kiba wasn't hurt by what he had said.

He knew he hadn't gotten raped. A man like Itachi would never do that and then stay the night and wake up with him. Besides, out of both Uchiha siblings, Itachi had always seemed to be the nicest and most polite. Sasuke had always been a cold hearted bastard. Itachi, though, had never been rude to him.

"Ouch. Itachi, you didn't need to say so much."

Glancing up from the counter, Kiba found both Naruto and Sasuke sitting before him. And when his eyes fell on the blonde, they began to glare spitefully at him.

This was all Naruto's fault. The bastard had planned all this. Kiba was sure of it. He didn't know how, but the blonde had set this all up and made him end up in the same bed as Itachi. He was sure of it.

"My brother is sometimes not too aware of when he may be hurting someone's feelings, Kiba." Sasuke spoke up after the blonde, even though Kiba just continued to glare at Naruto. "He is somewhat socially awkward in that manner. And being a lawyer hasn't seemed to help him out at all."

"I just tell the truth, brother." Itachi shook his head softly and moved his hand out of Kiba's hair, only to trail it down the teen's back so it rested on his hip. "There is no need to sugar coat anything. Especially when it comes to a person as smart as Kiba."

The kitchen fell into silence after Itachi said this. Kiba blinked in stupefaction, just like the two males before him.

Then, in an almost perfect unison, they all burst out laughing.

"Me! Smart! Sure! Must I remind you that I listened to Naruto of all people?"

"Dog breath smart! That's hilarious! Sasuke, you never told me your brother was a comedian!"

"I had no idea he was!"

But Kiba's fit of laughter was cut off by a sudden pinch to his hip, courtesy of an unimpressed Itachi.

"Just eat your breakfast."

Sticking his tongue out at the older male, Kiba glared down at his plate.

"But I'm hungover."

"Which means you need food in your stomach. You can't get over a hangover on an empty stomach, Inuzuka." The male argued, which only made Kiba huff.

"But..." With wide eyes and his bottom lip jutted out, Kiba turned to Itachi. "I don't want to puke..."

The long haired male quirked an eyebrow at him, pinched his hip once more, and pointed at his plate with his other hand. "You need to eat."

Kiba turned to the plate with a pout, but soon picked up his fork and did as told. And when he heard the snickers coming from Naruto and Sasuke, he turned a glare on them... Which seemed to do nothing because the bastard's just burst out laughing once more, making Kiba feel like an even bigger idiot than he knew he actually was.

Why he kept friends like these, he wasn't sure.

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After he had finished eating breakfast, Kiba had gone to the bathroom to bathe and change into his clothes. Even though Itachi's shirt was really comfortable, he wasn't comfortable wearing the elder's shirt as if they were actually something significant. So he decided to change out of the old, dirty party clothes as soon as possible and change into his own set of clothes.

Clad in a simple pair of dark gray jeans, white baggy shirt, and complete lack of any shoes whatsoever, Kiba had walked out of his bathroom and over to the kitchen to see if he could speak with Itachi privately.

While he had bathed, he had psyched himself up for the conversation he would need to have.

One night stands weren't his usual things. But Itachi didn't have to feel compelled to stick around just because they had slept together. He was a busy man that needed a lot more than what Kiba could give. And the teen was fine with this as long as they were able to split ways and never see each other again. There was no problem with a one night stand as long as they didn't have to look at each other again.

But his plans to confront Itachi flew out the window as soon as he looked through the doorway into his living room to find that it was clean. The hurricane-like mess left behind by the party was no more. Instead his house looked like his house.

And there were people clad in sky blue walking among his house as if they had a right to be there.

Blinking at the sight of the men and women bustling around to clean up the mess, Kiba searched for Itachi. And he found the Uchiha standing by the front door with his arms crossed, watching over the workers.

"Hey. Itachi. Uh..." Kiba moved towards the man as cautiously as he could, wary of the glares being sent his way by two women with mops in their hands, only to wind up slipping on the wet floor near Itachi.

As he fell, Kiba began to wonder why life was against him.

Had he accidentally pissed off a vengeful spirit by just being himself? Had his radiant smile angered the wrong person? What had he done to deserve such bad luck?!

But his back didn't meet with the floor like he had expected it to. Instead he found that two strong arms wrapped around him, hauled him up from being so close to the floor, then pulled him into a solid chest.

Before any of this, Kiba would have thought that Itachi was like an angry cat that didn't like to be touched, like Sasuke. But from the way he seemed to enjoy touching him so much, Kiba saw that he had been wrong to assume this.

"You should be careful, Kiba. Slipping on wet tile is kind of stupid."

A surge of anger rose in Kiba and he glared up at the man, even though Itachi seemed set on keeping him wrapped up in a tight hug.

"Who're you calling stupid? You ain't got no right!"

"You called yourself stupid back in the kitchen." Itachi answered simply, then asked, "Are you aware that you are telling me that I, indeed, do have a right?"

This guy...

With a frown, Kiba crossed his arms over his chest, mindful of the arms around his waist.

"What are these people doing in my home?" He asked, changing the subject before the blush that wanted to make itself known became stronger.

Glancing away from Kiba, Itachi answered with a small shrug, "I told you I had everything under control, did I not? The cleaning crew will make sure your house looks spotless. There will be no traces of what the party you threw last night."

"Wait... You weren't kidding?"

"Why would you think I would make false promises?"

Kiba kept his eyes trained on the floor as he thought about what Itachi had said. No one had ever hired a cleaning crew for him after a blundered party. Instead, he and his friends had just stumbled through a clean up process that left many traces as to what had happened. Which was one of the reasons why he had no idea why he had agreed to the party. But now... Itachi was actually helping him...

"Thank you." He coughed softly as the blush began to rise once more in his face, then smacked at the arms around him. "You can let go of me now, you know. I'm not in danger of falling anymore."

"Hm..." Itachi's grip didn't let up. If anything, it became tighter. "I enjoy you being in my arms, Kiba."

Okay. The blush couldn't be stopped anymore. Kiba's cheeks lit up so red that even Hinata would have been amazed.

"Hey! We've got to talk about this!"

But at that precise moment Itachi let go of him and stepped away.

"I must make sure that the crew in the rooms do not try and steal anything." The man explained, raising his right hand to smooth Kiba's cheek softly. "We'll talk later. Promise."

Then, as if touching the boy wasn't enough to surprise him, Itachi kissed him quickly and softly on the lips. It seemed as if the Uchiha was just set on leaving Kiba more confused than he had been when Naruto had tried to explain his budding relationship with Sasuke at the beginning.

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