Matriculate This >.

Chapter 10


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Itachi was grinning and Naruto wasn't sure why. There were pale hands on his hips, and he was slightly dazed, slightly drunk, and he could taste him now. He darted his tongue out to lick his lips. definitely, I can taste him. He felt a little unsteady all of a sudden, hands fisted in Itachi's shirt. He thought if he let go maybe he'd fall. His own legs definitely wouldn't support his own weight, and everything else he could feel settling on his shoulders.

And Itachi grinned more, raising one hand to run through Naruto's hair as he saw His brother's head facing away again. The sight of his eyes, wide with surprise and incomprehension, was so so sweet. He wanted to relish it, he wanted to memorize it, record it somehow so that he could play it back later, when he was trying to fall asleep. It was beautiful, and just how he'd planned it. He knew his brother too well, he could play him like a well tuned instrument at this point, plucking each certain string just to hear the wonderful sounds it made.

He had to understand, after all, that Itachi wasn't just going to share him with anyone. He belonged to Itachi dammit, Itachi had claimed him, had plucked him fresh from the vine, had molded and aged him, made him into what he was. Itachi was not going to let all that go for some little blond brat, no matter how utterly adorable he was.

This was the perfect solution really, he got everything he wanted, the boy, the blond, the power. Everything worked so well. Gently he laced his own fingers with the tanned ones, prying the boy's hands from his shirt, leading him towards Sasuke's room again, where the pajamas he'd worn last night were still set out on the bed. He looked confused, but he calmed when Itachi touched his hair. As they passed the couch he looked down concernedly, seeing Sasuke there, eyes open, staring blankly, tears falling down. He looked up, opened his mouth, but Itachi hushed him silently. He closed it until they were in Sasuke's room again. As soon as he was sitting on the bed, with the door closed, the boy spoke, in halting words.

"I-is Sasuke-chan okay?" Itachi smiled as comfortingly as he could then. He didn't like the boy talking about his otouto so familiarly. He didn't even know Sasuke, not really. He put a hand in beautiful blond hair, stroking soothingly.

"I'm going to go make sure he is. I need you-" He handed the boy two blue pills, "-to take these now. They'll help you sleep. Do you need a drink?" Naruto shook his head and took them dry, making a face when they stuck a little in his throat. Itachi smiled again, and proceeded to strip the blond down. Naruto didn't seem to mind much, adjusting himself as well as he could. Itachi had gotten him pretty buzzed really, the sleeping pills should come into effect really soon. It had been a small dose, he didn't want to kill the boy, just knock him out for awhile, while he dealt with Sasuke.

He watched as the blond snuggled down into the bed, pulling the blanket up around him, noticing he didn't bother with the pajamas, still sitting on the foot of the bed. Itachi chuckled, good to know. He stepped back then, eyeing the boy before laying a chaste kiss on his forehead and stepping backwards out the door. The blond would be out in a half hour or less. He smirked, padding back into the kitchen to get the bags. They had bought a lot of things, a whole bunch of clothes, some for Naruto, but every once and awhile the boy would pull something that he said would look good on Sasuke. Itachi had bought most of those things too.

Hey, the blond was right. They would look good on Sasuke. Besides, dressing the boy was one of those little ways Itachi liked to micromanage his life, to show who was in charge without having to resort to anything painful or complicated. Sometimes though something of that caliber was necessary. Something like, say, seducing his crush in front of him? Itachi smirked. Not that evil really, he didn't hurt Naruto or anything. He merely put his brother back in his place, a little reminder that Itachi could still take anything away from him, anything at all.

X

Sasuke could feel his world crumbling down around him, he could feel things falling and civilizations burning and mountains dissolving to dust. Everything was going wrong, right when he thought maybe at least something was going to go right. He could hear Itachi moving behind him, alone now. He must have put Naruto to bed. That relaxed him a little. It probably meant the boy was in Sasuke's bed, and while that meant that Sasuke would probably be brought to his brother's bed that night again, it meant that Itachi wasn't fucking Naruto. No, if he were doing that he would do it right in Sasuke's face. That was just how his brother worked.

Sasuke couldn't help but blame himself for all of this. He was the one that dragged Naruto into their business, the one who triggered this sequence of events falling down around him like carefully laid dominos. He tried to sit as still as he could, with tear tracks drying down his face. He didn't want Itachi's friends to see him like this. Sasori he respected too much, he didn't want the older boy to see him this weak, and Deidara, well Dei wasn't the nicest at times, and the blond would probably never let him live this down. It was much too big after all.

He heard the rustling of paper cease behind him, and Itachi's footsteps came closer, slow and measured, each one deliberate, made so he could hear them, ready himself for Itachi's arrival. He tried to compose himself but gave up. There was nothing he could do after all, not without twenty minutes in the bathroom. He sighed, letting his eyes fall closed again until Itachi was standing in front of him, smirking. His brother grabbed his wrist then, dragging him to his feet as gently as he could.

Itachi didn't really want to wake his friends either, at least not yet. This matter didn't concern them, it was between Sasuke and himself. He pulled the boy up the staircase by the picture windows, the nighttime cityscape of Tokyo flowing by as they climbed. Sasuke was silent, defeated it seemed. While this wasn't the boy's best side, it was what Itachi wanted at the moment. He wanted submission, he wanted devotion, he wanted to be the only thing in Sasuke's mind, and he wanted to the boy to know that anything else built up there would be captured, torn down, pulled away, until he was back to this point. He didn't speak until he'd thrown the boy to the floor of his room, standing over him with the door closed.

"Well, Sasuke? Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?" The boy looked at him blankly, tears still wet in his eyes, but they were no longer falling. He smirked slightly. Silent acceptance was all he saw, acceptance of the metaphorical burning fields in which he now sat, everything around him turned to ruin but one thing. That one thing stood before him like a pillar, like an ivory tower. Sasuke let his eyes drop.

"Nothing at all? Naruto had a lot to say today. If you'd just said yes you could have come with us, you could have heard him laugh. He would have said those words to you instead. You did this to yourself you know." He sighed, reaching down to pick the boy up, one hand under each arm like he might a child. He laid the boy on the bed, and Sasuke shifted a little before lying still. Itachi settled beside him, one hand rubbing the boy's back, on top of the black shirt he still wore.

"Thats okay, I still love you. I'm the only one Sasuke, but I still do. I will always love you, remember that. Even if you do nothing to deserve it, you can always come crawling back. I'll forgive you every time, though it won't always be without a price." He chuckled, the sound cold in his own mouth. His hand moved under the shirt, rubbing over cool white flesh instead. He felt his brother shiver under his touch and it made him proud. He could always wrench reaction from the boy, Sasuke was never truly broken, only beaten back down to the roots. His brother was stronger than that, he was an Uchiha after all.

Itachi pulled the boy up, until he was in his lap, straddling his legs neatly, some of the life coming back into his form now. He hugged the boy close, rubbing his back again, whispering nonsense in his ear as the line of his spine relaxed. Sasuke's breathing was deep, but normal now, even once again. His cheeks were dried with tear tracks, but his eyes were clearer, if still dark and distant.

His fingers started to work the boy's shirt up, but only by millimeters, until Sasuke's own took the job over, repeating the action that by now was automatic. The dark shirt was peeled off, over his head, thrown behind him carelessly. His fingers fell next to the button on his pants, wiggling to get them open then pull them away so there was bare flesh against Itachi's pants. He sat there for a moment, naked and blank on his brother's lap before he automatically moved to take his brother's. The shirt first, hands more gentle now, lingering on the warm flesh, sliding over it, worshiping it. Then he scooted back, popping the button on Itachi's pants before raising himself, asking for silent permission and waiting for his brother's hips to concede and rise for his gentle fingers to pull them off and down, to pool on the floor under his feet.

His arms wrapped around Itachi's neck then, his face burrowing in the crook of a pale shoulder. He just breathed, and waited, sensing every move his brother made. He would always pause there, until the signal was given. He still shifted, feeling Itachi's hard cock against his stomach, moving slightly each time he wiggled, even a little

Itachi relished it, his brother's quiet deference. He didn't get this often, because he always had to push to get it, but when he did he liked to enjoy it to it's fullest. He closed his eyes, letting his fingers trail over the pale skin laid out before him. He memorized it, every slight fold and arc, every smooth plain and tight bend. He worshipped it with his fingers. Then he slowly let his mouth join, planting gentle, open mouthed kissed over the curve of Sasuke's shoulder. He enjoyed the responding twitches and shivers deeply. He made his way up the cords of the boy's neck, across the set of his jaw bone, finally landing on full lips, swollen and slightly bruised still, open yet unresponsive. He sucked the boy's tongue into his mouth, knocking it around with his own before biting lightly on the appendage.

That did it, like always, Sasuke's lips moved against his. It was a slow dance, sensual and soft. A far cry from their usual encounters. That was why he enjoyed it though, like a hot bath or a chocolate melting on his tongue. This was a delicacy to be savored. He smirked at the small moan he drew from the boy, the way smaller hands gripped a little on Itachi's shoulders.

He leaned back after a moment, pulling Sasuke down on top of him, shifting the back so that Itachi was flat on the bed, his brother atop him, straddling his hips. He smirked at the boy, glassy black eyes staring back. He nodded slowly, deliberately, eyes locked together, unblinking. Sasuke shivered slightly.

The boy moved like a ghost, reaching around behind him, grasping Itachi's shaft in his small hand, pumping it gently once or twice before he guided it to rest against his own hole. He rubbed the tip against himself a little, teasing it, feeling his own muscles flex in sublimated response. He knew Itachi could feel it too, thats why he did it. With a slight open mouthed groan he pushed himself down over it, slowly but steadily, not stopping until he was fully seated on his brother's hips. Soon pale hands bigger than his own gripped his hips, holding him as still as possible for a few delicious heartbeats before they prodded him to move. He obeyed quickly, rising up, thighs going taught and coiled, before dropping back down, bucking his hips a little so that the intrusion rubbed against a little bundle of nerves inside of him. He moaned.

"Aaahhh, Aniki." Itachi bit his lip. Something about the way his brother's voice almost broke on the uttering of that one magic word made this inescapably better. He bucked up himself, meeting the boy's pale hips halfway. Sasuke's eyes were closed now, mouth lolled open, face blank and smooth. He rose and fell atop his brother, slowly impaling himself over and over. Itachi bit back another moan at the sight. It was too erotic for words.

He picked up the pace a little, the heat building in his stomach had reached a plateau he had to overcome. His rhythm was a little shakier now, sporadic and jerking in his pleasure. His fingers coiled way to tight on the boy's slender hips, there would be bruises, but he didn't care. Sasuke was his dammit, and he'd mark the boy if he wanted.

"Aaah ... It-AH-achi ... Aniki, gods" The moan was hot as hell, Sasuke's tensing muscles told them both he was getting closer, so Itachi sped up, feeling his own climax building in his stomach, hot and twisting. It was so close he could feel it. It was Sasuke's breathing that set him off, and he roughly grabbed the boy's arousal, pumping it harshly in one hand while he thrust up. Then he was coming, a low moan falling from his lips, Sasuke shooting warm seed onto him a moment later.

The boy went boneless again, immediately afterwards. He fell forwards, catching himself on his arms, lowering his weight onto Itachi's chest slowly and carefully. He was always dead after that, always a bit more drained. Itachi smiled, petting the boy's hair, his post-orgasmic haze settling around him in clouds.

"Mmm, 'Tachi, Aniki. I - I love you." The words were low, almost whispered but the tone was wrong, empty and distant. Itachi just smirked a little, laying a kiss on the top of Sasuke's head, chaste and quick. He pulled the silk sheet up over them, settling back into the pillow and closing his eyes. He was asleep quickly, arms locked around Sasuke's waist. His brother though, stared blankly at the wall in front of him until the sun peaked up over the horizon.

X

Naruto woke up early, a small ache burning in the back of his head, but nothing close to the hangover he'd sported yesterday. The apartment was eerily silent around him. The sun was up though, he glanced at the clock. It was already 10am. He yawned, stretched, and stood up, trying to be quiet as he could. He assumed that Sasuke was probably sleeping out on the couch, that was the last place he'd seen the boy after all. He remembered seeing the boy's face that once in passing, cracked and crying.

He really hoped he was okay, he didn't want Sasuke to hurt. Seeing that face had twisted something inside of himself. He remembered the two boys on either side of him, though he only came up with a vague sketch of them. Sasuke had been more important at the time. His heart pinged quietly when he wondered if one of them was the boy's elusive lover. It seemed that he'd seen them somewhere before, whether it was at school or just at the party he didn't know.

He felt an odd surge of protective anger coil in his gut. Had it been one of them that had hurt him, made him broken like that? It would certainly fit the profile of the cold hearted monster he had pictured the boy's lover as. It made him sad. He wished he could hold Sasuke like Itachi had held him last night, in the living room, before he'd seen Sasuke on the couch, before the boy had become the focus.

He pushed the door to the bedroom open, steeling himself to talk to the boy when he woke up. He had a vague feeling at the back of his head that something had happened on friday, at the party. Not the obvious horror with him and Gaara, Itachi had told him about that already. He'd wondered why he was still here. No, he felt like it had something to do with Sasuke. He sighed. That night just generally hurt, it probably was best to just forget it. It would come to him in time if it was important. At least, he hoped that was how it would work.

He was surprised to come down the stairs as silently as he could, only to find the two older boys still on the couch, but the spot between them was vacant. He studied them now, stopping halfway down. The one closest to him was blond, tall and thin and tanned. He was asleep, leaned to the side slightly, head pillowed on his arms, leaning on the back of the couch. The other boy was pale, red hair falling around his face, reminding him somewhat of Gaara. He didn't have the same cold detached feeling to him though. He seemed closer, easier to talk to, less like he would snap and kill you at the first wrong word.

He smiled, the red head shifting on the couch slightly bringing him back to his senses. He looked around the room quickly, but didn't see Sasuke anywhere. His smile weakened a little. He turned around, heading back upstairs. He'd see if Itachi was awake then. Certainly he'd know where his brother was, he'd gone back to make sure he was okay last night after all. Maybe the boy had gone home or something. Naruto really hoped not though, he didn't want to have to wait for tomorrow to talk to him, make sure he was alright, and Itachi told him they would probably get in rather late tonight.

He tried to keep his steps quiet, in case anyone else was still asleep, though he hoped Itachi was awake. He was confused, and the older Uchiha was so easy to talk to, and he seemed to have a solution to every problem. Maybe he could ask Itachi about Sasuke's lover, he would definitely know who it was, and what made Sasuke stay through all this. He reached the door Itachi had said was his and paused. He heard breathing from within, that meant Itachi was there. He eased his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly, carefully, not making much of any noise. He rapped once, softly before pushing it forwards, as a signal that someone was coming in, but quiet enough so as not to wake up anyone sleeping inside.

He peeked around the door when it was open enough. He froze, eyes going a little wide. The curtains in the room were shut, but light bled in the side, highlighting the two pale figures on the bed. Itachi was there, that much he'd expected. He hadn't expected to see his little brother bolted to his side like that though. The expanse of gorgeous pale skin on the boy's torso made his mouth go dry. He was beautiful, they both were, but Sasuke looked so perfect and peaceful like this. He tried to memorize this, even while his cheeks colored and his mouth hung open. He might not ever have this chance again, so he felt he should take it while he could.

He must have made some small noise of surprise, because in the next moment, Itachi was shifting, eyes opening, mouth tugging into a smile. He held up a single finger to the blond boy at the door, the universal sign for wait a minute. That broke the spell. Naruto staggered backwards, his brain trying to puzzle out why the boy he liked and his rather more than perfect brother were sleeping all huddled together like that. He was certain he was blushing like mad and his pulse was racing. He half expected Itachi to come out and yell at him or something. He assured himself silently that the boy wouldn't do that, he'd smiled after all.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the door behind him clicking solidly shut. He was wearing low slung black cotton pants and some sort of a silk robe thing. It looked good on him, but Naruto's brain was too busy milling over a thousand and one questions to think about that fact too closely. Itachi was smiling at him, leaning against the wall cooly, his face an open invitation to tell him what was on his mind, one eye brow arched. Naruto took a deep breath, the first question popping out of his mouth before he could even think.

"Is-is he ... okay? I mean, Sasuke, he looked pretty bad last night." Itachi smiled.

"He's fine now, we talked everything over last night. Things have just been rough with him lately. He overreacts to these kinds of things though, gets pissy easily. Such the emo boy." He said it with a small chuckle and a shake of his head. Naruto felt a little relieved. He was on the brink of asking what had happened, but figured it would be better to ask Sasuke himself, later. If he didn't say he could always come back and ask Itachi anyways. Itachi was nice like that, he'd probably tell him, to stop him from worrying.

"So, uh ... why is he in here? That was a little ... surprising?" Naruto kept his voice steady, remembering the smooth pale skin, registering the angry marks now obvious on the boy's neck. Some of them looking old, fading against the pale background, but some of them looked new and bright and angry. It made him shift uncomfortably on his feet. Itachi chuckled.

"He was a little distressed last night. I comforted him. Besides, I seem to remember there was a certain blond in his bed anyways. I wasn't gonna leave him downstairs with Dei and Sasori, that wouldn't be good for his health." Itachi was smiling and Naruto couldn't help but join. The older Uchiha sure knew how to lift the mood.

X

Sasuke was sore in more ways than one when he woke. He felt a little unbalanced, his world not sure around him. He was alone again, it was like he always woke up alone. The dim room resolved around him as he blinked sleep from his eyes. Not that he needed to, even with the weird displaced feeling in his stomach he could feel the slip of silk sheets against his skin, he could smell Itachi everywhere, and sex and sweat and come. He shivered involuntarily, rolling to his side, clutching the pillow tightly to him.

If he never got out of this bed, things would be okay. If everything just stayed like this, just Itachi's still rather comforting presence all around him and nothing, no one, else. This could be the bindings of his world, the edges of his map, and he would never have to go beyond them, because surely if he did that he would sail right off the edge of the earth, back into the swirl of uncertainty, pain and loss and detachment.

He sighed. It was a nice little fantasy really. He knew he'd have to get up though. Itachi was up, and that meant that if he slept too much longer his brother would come to retrieve him. That could get unpleasant, especially with Naruto still in the house. His eyes widened, remembering last night. He felt like crying again. He blinked back the tears though, touching the marks on his neck softly. He could feel the throbbing of the bit on his shoulder, he could feel the imprints of teeth on his skin still, if he closed his eyes he could just sense the warm wet breath, the soothing tongue that had covered the mark after. He shivered.

He rolled from the bed, naked and sticky. He padded to the little pile on the floor, slipping the pants he'd commandeered yesterday back up over his hips, pulling the drawstring tight. He almost stopped there, walking to the door. All the important bits were covered. He caught his reflection in the mirror on the dresser though, the pale skin of his chest was marked with angry purple spots, teeth and lips and mouth. He could even see the faint blueing stripes on his hips where Itachi's fingers had sat last night.

He shivered softly, grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it over his head. No, this was better. he couldn't have Naruto see him like that, if the boy was even still here. Who knew what could have happened in the time between now and whenever his brother had gotten up. He could see the kiss they shared again in his head, tender as Itachi was capable of. No, he'd rather not think of what Itachi could have done in the time since then.

X

Naruto sat on the couch staring blankly at the television screen. Itachi had gone out on some more errands, telling him he should probably stay here today. That was okay with him though, he rather wanted to talk to Sasuke when he woke up. The boy's who had been on the couch were introduced to him, woken up by Itachi making coffee in the kitchen. The blond one was Dei, if he remembered correctly, the other was Sasori. He recognized them from that first morning now, the ones who had made breakfast. At the time he had cursed them in his head, they were making such a racket he had felt like his head was going to explode or melt. Not though, they were being pretty quiet.

They were cooking again though, trying to whip up some lunch from the barren wasteland of the refrigerator. They had considered takeout, but Dei had pouted until Sasori had told him he could make something, glomping him readily and ignoring the stage whisper the paler boy shot Naruto about only having to eat it if it turned out halfway edible, which was highly unlikely.

He had been engrossed in the movie they had been watching the night before when Sasuke first showed up. The boy looked distant, and seemed to skirt around the blond on the couch a little, which made Naruto worry, before slipping into the kitchen to talk with the other two in hushed tones. Well, mostly he talked to Sasori, Dei was too busy looking for some certain thing in the cupboards, turning everything out onto the counters just to make sure it wasn't hiding somewhere in the back.

Sasori sent him back out though, because he came into the room a second later, sitting down silently on the couch, at the far end. Sasuke clenched his fingers, fidgeting nervously at being this close to Naruto, who was again dressed in his own pajamas. This, coupling with the memories he still held of that quick little kiss, a kiss whose meaning he was now even less sure he knew.

What if none of this had been about him at all? Things around here very seldom were really. Everything always lead back to Itachi. Itachi told him he was the only one who would love him, really love him. There were days when he belived that without question, and there were days, like today, when the statement merely floated like a fog around his mind, coloring all his other thought with the twinge of uncertainty. He wanted to ask the boy beside him any of those questions, hoping against hope the answers would be what he really wanted to hear. Naruto spoke first though.

"I talked to your brother this morning, and he said you were fine, but ... you looked pretty fucked up last night. You sure you're okay?" Sasuke's eyes widened a little, but he caught himself. He managed to nod numbly. He saw me, Naruto saw me like that, weak and small and broken, after what he did with Itachi. But - but he still cares, or at least pretends to. Maybe that would be enough, someone else who just pretends to care, as long as it's not Itachi.

The silence stretched out, and Sasuke took it as an opportunity to glance quickly at the blond. He was surprised to see those blue eyes watching him intently, the movie running ignored in the background. A glance at the kitchen calmed him a little, neither of the older boys were watching, busy doing whatever it was they did in kitchens. He cleared his throat a little, working up the nerve.

"I - ah, yeah. I'm fine, just a little, -uh, well. doesn't matter now." He paused, nervous suddenly, stomach twisting. "So uh, do you ... remember anything from the party?" It came out a little more eager than he'd hoped, and he winced at it, not able to meet Naruto's eyes. The blond pondered for a moment.

"Not ... really. I remember seeing you, thinking I didn't think you and Itachi got along that well-" Sasuke had to stifle a cold chuckle at that, "-then something outside, it was really hot I think, I was so hot." His face went blank then. He tried to remember further, but just got that tugging. "I think maybe something happened after that, something important, but I can't remember what. Itachi told me how you guys sent Gaara home, what he ... tried to do-" Naruto blushed scarlet, voice cracking a little, "-but I'm pretty sure that wasn't it."

Sasuke felt a weird shift in his stomach, and suddenly he was brave. He shot a glance to the kitchen, seeing neither of the older boys through the door. He swallowed, scooting closer to the blond. Naruto looked up at him, curious. He was probably acting weird right now, but he didn't care. Everything was going into not running away. He touched the boy's hand gently.

"W-was it ... something, like this maybe?" He leaned in, closing his eyes and touched his own lips to the blond's for a moment, chaste and dry and trembling. It felt like forever when he was leaning in, the contact perfect, warm and beautiful, better than he'd remembered.

He leaned back and looked into those blue eyes again, they were wide and a little confused looking. Naruto raised one of his hands slowly, touching his lips. He was silent. Sasuke panicked then, not sure how to take that reaction. He scooted back, looking away. If that was all a mistake he was going to be sick. Naruto would laugh, or scream, run away, tell Itachi, and then he'd really get it, a thousand years of pain. None of that happened then.

Instead he felt a trembling hand on his arm. He turned quickly, looking at the boy again, this time he knew his face showed the fear he felt. He needed Naruto to see it, to see what this would mean. The boy smiled slowly, his eyes softening. He squeezed Sasuke's arm lightly before leaning in himself, sealing his lips over Sasuke's, opening them slightly to run his tongue along the seam between them. Sasuke opened his mouth gladly, letting Naruto inside, send his own out to play.

All in all, it was a quick kiss, lighter than it could have been despite the open mouths and questing tongues. It was all they needed though, to be sure of things they had both only skeptically contemplated before that point. Sasuke smiled, small and bright, for the first time in a week. He sighed.

"Itachi will be back soon. We can't tell him. Can we talk about this when we're back at the institute?" Naruto was a little confused by this, but it wasn't like much of anything else he'd seen this weekend made much sense. He nodded when he saw the tired, yet oddly relaxed look settle over Sasuke's face. He looked good like that.

X

Sasori pulled Dei back from the door before the blond did something stupid. He was notorious for that. Sasori couldn't help but smile though. It had been sweet, and Sasuke didn't get much of anything in his life that could be considered sweet. He looked back at the other boy, and frowned when he saw the rather evil looking grin spreading across his face.

"We can't tell Itachi about this Dei, promise me right now you won't tell Itachi." He hissed. Dei sat back against the counter, trying to look innocent. He didn't really pull it off.

"Oh, come on 'Sori-danna. Would I really do something so mean to poor poor 'Suke-chan?" He batted his eyelashes.

Sasori shot him a glare that said he very well might. Dei sulked.


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A/N: a fluffy little ending to this chapter, but don't worry, things will go on (*psssh* as if anyone care if it ends :p) i'm having fun now, this will go on FOREVER (take it as a threat ^.^)

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