As the chicken sizzled in the pan, Deidara leaned his butt against the counter and nodded at Hidan.

"He thinks that's Itachi's lover," he said. "Doesn't look like his type, does it, hmm?"

Sasori pouted a little. "I guess not," Does anyone else not give a shit about Itachi? Seriously, Sasori didn't care.

Over at the dining table, Suigetsu rolled his head to the side and moaned, his eyes crinkling. Hidan looked up from his spell of boredom.

"Hey," he said, flicking a finger against Suigetsu's cheek. "You awake there, brat?"

Sasori walked over and took a seat. Deidara shrugged and turned back to the stove.

Suigetsu put a hand to his temple.

"Owwww. Shit,"

Suigetsu's body bucked a little and he opened his eyes slowly. He was obviously in pain.

"Oh my God,"

"Oh, stop complaining, you baby," Hidan resumed his tapping of the table. "It was only a little bat to the head,"

"You batted him in the temple?" Sasori asked, his voice flat as always. "Are you stupid?"

"Not you too, Sasori,"

"Not what?"

Hidan stopped tapping and pointed at Sasori instead. "You're worrying about this kid? Because he's Itachi's boyfriend and you guys are all birds of a feather now?"

Sasori rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You could very well have killed him, Hidan,"

Hidan shrugged sheepishly. The stove was flicked off by Deidara and Sasori heard the clinking of porcelain.

Suigetsu looked at Zanbatou—thank God it was here with him—then at Hidan. He sat up suddenly and wanted to slap him in the face.

"Oh look who just woke up," Hidan grinned maniacally. Suigetsu rolled his eyes.

"You're a real fucking psycho," Suigetsu snapped. He drew up his knees and he kneaded his temple. It was pounding like crazy, and he couldn't think straight. Even the room looked foggy. "You didn't have to do that. You could've just blindfolded me,"

"Nah. Knocking you out was easier," Hidan said flippantly. "Now get off the fucking table, dinner's ready,"

Suigetsu groaned and slowly tried to slide off, taking Zanbatou with him. He sat two chairs down from Sasori, who didn't even give him a second look. Deidara came by and gave Sasori his plate, and then sat down at his own chair.

"Get your own, Hidan," Deidara said before the Jashinist could intercept with an obvious "where the fuck is mine?" quip. Hidan sighed heavily, as he had just been asked to take out the trash for the tenth day in a row, and got out of his chair loudly, cracking his neck by bending it from side to side, and then moving on to his knuckles.

Suigetsu looked at the blonde, then the redhead.

Wow, he thought. He decided to nickname them ketchup and mustard, until he found out their actual names.

Mustard made a neat incision in his cutlet, speared it on a fork and pointed it at Ketchup. "Say aaahh danna," he said playfully. Ketchup rolled his eyes, but he blushed like crazy and deftly ate the chicken from Mustard's fork. Suigetsu was surprised. He didn't realize Itachi wasn't the only gay person in the Akatsuki. The mist nin licked his lips. Maybe this would be fun after all. He leaned forward and scratched his head, messing it up. Damn, his head hurt so much. He was about to close his eyes and drift off into a well-deserved nap when Hidan practically slammed a plate down in front of him.

"Don't say I never fucking made it up to you. You can eat my vegies," he announced. Suigetsu looked at him. "Are you serious?"

Hidan shrugged and sat across from him. Since the rest of Akatsuki weren't around, they didn't really need to sit in their designated spots. Suigetsu watched tiredly as Hidan stuffed his chicken cutlet in his mouth and tore it apart with his teeth. Mustard and Ketchup were way more civilized, and were being like lovebirds at the end of the table.

When is Itachi coming back? He groaned inwardly as he picked up his spoon and stuffed peas into his mouth.

Sasuke kissed his way down Neji's body. Down the middle of his chest, to his bellybutton, he paused for just a moment. His hand was still hooked around Neji's pants. Now was probably the best time to—

"Sasuke,"

Sasuke looked up. Neji was hot with pleasure, but his tone was one of warning.

"Not here,"

Sasuke didn't listen. With a simple movement, he had pulled Neji's pants down. Neji let out a little gasp as Sasuke's mouth touched him…there.

Fuck. Neji swore in his head. He never swore much, and he never really thought it was that necessarily in his life, but he had to. It just felt…amazing.

Neji felt a surge of something different, something that tingled through his entire body. He nudged Sasuke backwards onto the floor and got on top of him.

"Sorry," Neji whispered. "I just have to have you,"

He bent forward and his tongue flicked against Sasuke. "Now," he added, then he took Sasuke's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. It was a little known fact that Neji was actually an openly take-charge person, but Sasuke knew it, because the many times they had done this—Neji had always ended up on top. Like now. The Hyuuga nuzzled Sasuke's neck and traveled downwards. Sasuke breathed loudly in anticipation, his crotch area growing very hot indeed. It'd been ages...ages since he'd felt like this, lightheaded, fuzzy, but not from nausea or illness. He almost couldn't help but look down, even though he knew it would increase the intrigue if he didn't. Neji opened his mouth achingly slow, then he engulfed Sasuke's package. Sasuke's eyes rolled back a bit and he reached down. He touched the top of Neji's head lightly. Strands of Neji's hair swept down and brushed against the sensitive insides of Sasuke's thighs. The rain outside slowed down momentarily, as if urging Sasuke to cherish each and every nanosecond he had Neji going down on him.

But Sasuke didn't need to be told.

"Neji...,"