Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy
 
 


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Chapter 22
 
Sleepover Nightmare [Part Two]

[Naruto’s POV]

We had all taken turns playing rock, paper, scissors [so stupid] to see who would go first, but still couldn’t agree on anything.

“I think Sasu-chan should go first since it’s his house!” Kiba announces, falling deeper into his buzz already and Sasuke jumps attentively at the sound of his name.

“N-no!” He splutters, suddenly nervous and waves his arms ridiculously back and forth.

“Yea, well, I think YOU should go first, dog-breath!” I loudly growl and thrust a finger at him, “This was your stupid idea anyway!”

Kiba mock-frowns and whimpers, “It’s not stupid.”

“Then go first!” I argue loudly, fisting the table impatiently. My beer’s getting fucking warm!

“I’ll go first,” Gaara suddenly interjects, causing all of us to jump in alarm. And so does the redhead grab a card randomly in front of him and looks at it in quandary, trying to recall the rules in his head.

Kiba’s the only one smiling while Sasuke and I stare at him fearfully.

He turns the card over and sets it down in front of him, “Five.”

“Social!” Kiba cries and lifts his can of beer, letting it hover over the table. We all collide cans and Kiba shouts, “Kampai(1)!”

After taking a single, but casual swig, I sigh, since I’m sitting in between Gaara and Sasuke and vouch, “All right, I guess I’ll go next.” My hand noisily slaps against the table and I grudgingly pull a card towards my chest. Flipping it over quickly, trying to get this game done and over with I see that have drawn an eight. I look up and meet Gaara’s eyes, revealing the card and placing it down and I point to him with my beer, “Drink, fool.”

Gaara smirks and takes a drink with me.

“Okay, your turn, Uchiha,” I tell him and Sasuke frowns tightly, not having fun at all as he nervously takes a card off the table. I’m sure he was cursing himself inwardly for inviting us over. This’ll probably be the last time we ever come here. Haha.

“I got a two,” Sasuke says and very faintly smirks as charcoal eyes meet mine, “Drink up, dobe.”

Glaring hard at the brunette, I growl, “Don’t push it, Uchiha!” Why the fuck is he making ME drink? Shouldn’t he be trying to flatten out that stupid Kiba? It was HIS idea to play this fucking game. Then again, getting Kiba drunk is probably a bad idea. He’ll try to fucking molest everyone in this goddamn room. Sasuke probably figured this too.

“My turn!” Kiba cheers and all-too-happily grabs a card off the table, swiping it upward violently and stares hard at whatever is displayed. Looking at us, suddenly confused we all just shake our heads to clearly see the ten marked across it and groan.

“Kiba, you have the card backwards,” Gaara sternly informs, taking the card he turns it around. But it doesn’t change the fact Kiba got a bad card.

“OH!” Kiba shouts excitedly and then quiets down to malevolently chuckle.

Fuck. The wheels are turning, slowly, but turning nonetheless. This isn’t going to be good for any of us.

“Okay~ everyone who draws a card is going to be asked a question. And if you don’t answer the question you have to remove ONE article of clothing; socks count as a pair… so don’t even try it,” he leers suspiciously at us and everyone, including Gaara is suddenly very uncomfortable.

“This is bullshit!” I yell and slam my beer down to prove my point. “I ain’t playing this stupid game!”

“Shutup, Blondie! Don’t ruin it!”

Despite our dire situation, the Uchiha actually says, “Don’t be a spoil sport, Naruto. Just play. You’ll be fine as long as you answer, right?”

WHAT?! I can’t believe he’s actually going along with this! I turn to Gaara who has his eyes meticulously closed and sensing me boring a hole through his head for help he just agrees and nods to me.

Damnit! I’ve got no back-up!

“You guys fucking suck balls!” I growl and flop backward tiredly, huffing and crossing my arms childishly.

Kiba just giggles and sets the card down, officially putting his rule into effect. “Okay, it’s your turn Gaara!”

Nodding the redhead draws his second card and suddenly raises his hand. Getting the picture I do as well and soon Kiba, leaving Sasuke the last one and he mutters a swear and defeated takes a drink.

Smiling Kiba turns to Gaara and prepares a question mentally while informing us all, “I’m not the only one that gets to ask questions, by the way. Raise your hand and whoever is first gets to ask the question, ‘kay? But since it’s my rule I get to ask first,” and he giggles, deeming that to be fair enough reasoning.

My eyes just roll.

“Gaara! Do you love me?” Kiba breathlessly asks as if he had been storing it in for a long time and Gaara without hesitation replies with a flat, “no.”

Defeated Kiba hangs his head and I draw my second card, all laughing at Kiba’s idiocy. Sporting an artistically drawn Jack, I flash the card to everyone and recite, “Never have I ever…” I shrug, “…done drugs?”

All but Sasuke take a drink, including myself and of course none of us looked surprised. The Uchiha himself didn’t seem to be shocked that we all drank, but did look a little offended as if upset for being left out of something.

Gaara puts a finger up and looks at me with a scary smirk and asks me shamelessly, “Are you ready for tonight?”

A spray of beer crosses the table and I find myself unbearably red and angry, “What the fuck, Gaara?! Don’t flatter yourself!” I flick him the bird.

Gaara’s eyes circle curiously over to Kiba who’s grinning boyishly and remarks, “That doesn’t sound like an answer.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Kiba muses and I glare at them both am unfortunately forced to remove ONE article of clothing as stated in the rule. Sonovabitch. There go my socks, hah.

Smirking, Sasuke goes next in our circle and sets his card down, “Ace. Waterfall.”

“AWE!” Kiba yells, half-laughing, half-groaning as Sasuke starts a perilous war so early in the game. “Everyone get out another can of beer!”

Though he was joking we all do it anyway, watching Sasuke as he tips his head back and chugs away. I blink and stare at him in awe as he effortlessly drank and I follow suit of him, the cycle continuing through the circle. Sasuke puts down his beer can with a loud slam and exhales noisily. Figuring he was done I stop drinking with a messy, careless dribble and Sasuke just fucking cracks open another can! He guzzles away and I yelp in confusion, until I finish my beer. Gaara had opened another can by this point and so did Kiba. Sasuke was through half his fourth can by the time he stopped and I was left totally breathless and buzzed.

Holy fuck the Uchiha can drink!

“Do… you do this often?” I feel the need to ask him even though I knew the question was stupid.

“S-sometimes,” Sasuke answers my breathlessly, dragging his arm across his mouth to wipe lingering fluids. “Usually with my brother and his stupid friends,” he lamely admits and I feel myself spiking with anger again at the mentioning of his brother. That fucking weirdo.

Giggling Kiba counts that as a satisfactory question and answer on our part and draws. Queen.

Why the fuck is Kiba getting the dangerous cards? Does he have this rigged?

“Daaaare~” Kiba sings loudly and of course as expected points dangerously at Sasuke, who blinks and stiffens in alarm, “Sasu-chan!” Sasuke’s eyes quickly dart around the room, looking between me and Gaara for help, but Gaara shrugged in his usual indifference and I was too angry to say anything. “I dare you~ to kiss me.”

Despite that we all expected such a dare from that mutt it didn’t stop us from raising absolute hell about it! Sasuke yells his words about it and I threaten dog-boy’s life, raising a quick fist ready to send Kiba flying when Kiba interjects.

“Sasuke doesn’t HAVE to do the dare!” He raises his hands defensively, but smirks knowingly, “Of course the penalty is he’ll have to drink HALF of whatever’s left in his can.”

Sasuke frowns, displeased, which I wasn’t sure why considering the way he chugged all that damn beer during the waterfall last turn. What was the big deal?

The Uchiha’s cheeks were pink and I couldn’t decide whether he was embarrassed at Kiba’s stupid fucking dare or if he was buzzed.

Sasuke lifts his beer and takes a quick swig and slams it down again, crawling forward he plants a chaste kiss to Kiba’s cheek and I almost fall over.

“Hey~” Kiba protests, “no fair!”

“You didn’t say where,” Sasuke smartly answers, wiping his mouth on his sleeve again.

Smart thinking.

“That’s cheating,” Kiba giggles, but justifies Sasuke’s slyness with a question, “That’s okay, Sasu-chan. We’ve already kissed before, haven’t we?”

Sasuke’s next to spit beer and Gaara makes a face.

“WHAT?!” I bellow, registering Kiba’s stupid question and Sasuke’s towering thunderously over Kiba with a fiercely crushed can of beer in his hand, who’s mocking fear in between giggling crazily.

“Kiba~” Sasuke dangerously drawls.

“Haha, you don’t have to answer that question, Sasuke -- just remove your pants and all is well!”

“That doesn’t justify your stupid fucking question!” I growl and boot Kiba’s head to the floor.

Sasuke harrumphs and sits angrily back down, removing his shirt because he’d rather suffer that humiliation than answer Kiba’s question. Which I have to wonder why. If they haven’t kissed Sasuke could’ve just said no -- hell, even if they HAVE he still could’ve said no! So why won’t he answer?!

Did those two really kiss?! WHEN?!

…not like that matters.

Sasuke discards his shirt haphazardly behind him and props his arms behind him to lean back comfortably. He didn’t look embarrassed. He looked very cool and collected now. Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in?

I took the brief moment I had to stare at the unexpected sight before me. Sasuke’s skin was fair and smooth; silky-looking, yet there was evident definition suggesting he was athletic or at least once was.

But my staring was rudely interrupted with, “What are you looking at, dobe?”

STUPID, ASSHOLE SASUKE!

“Did you kiss Sasuke?!” I jump to ask Kiba and he just grins at me secretly, passing a curious look to Sasuke who glares malignantly at him and the brunette just shrugs.

I growl loudly and punch the table hard.

Gaara leans over the table and withdraws his next card and looks to us and there’s a very FAINT smirk as he shows us a ten. “I can change the rule, right?” Gaara asks and we suddenly feel a wave of relief. Despite Gaara’s evil appearance he won’t do anything that will end up humiliating himself.

“Aw,” Kiba pouts, “yes.”

Setting the card among the two others he had drawn since the beginning Gaara immediately declares, “For everyone who draws a card has to kiss the person to their right.”

There’s a loud chorus of protests.

“WHATTHEFUCKGAARA?!” I scream in one breath.

Gaara just looks at me as if committing no crime whatsoever and I thought about his rule carefully. I was sitting to the right of him. Stupid dick. As long as Gaara gets to kiss me he doesn’t care.

My ongoing thoughts are interrupted when Kiba leans over and tugs sheepishly on my sleeve and I snap, “WHAT?!”

The brunette whimpers, “Trade seats with me!” Looking to my right I realized that a suddenly blushing Uchiha is sitting there and I blush right back.

Fuck.

“You can’t change seats Kiba,” Gaara flatly tells him. “Besides, I’ll just change the rule if you do that.”

Kiba whines and makes a bunch of noise that isn’t properly filtered because now I’m too busy attempting to register the thought of having to kiss the Uchiha was lumbering around in my brain.

“What kind of kiss?!” I finally bellow out after a few minutes of protests as I whip a fiery gaze to the redhead next to me.

“Tongue,” he smirks. He doesn’t seem to care that Kiba’ll have to French him nor that I’ll have to do the same to Sasuke. Like I said, as long as he gets to have his way with me he could care less. Fucking bastard!

“What’s the big deal?” Gaara asks, not seeing a problem with this rule whatsoever.

Sonovabitch!

“Just change it when you draw a ten -- there’s two left,” Gaara says matter-of-factly.

Sizzling, I fume, “There’s no fucking way I’m doing this!!”

For once I have back up when Sasuke also interjects, “Yea, I’m not doing this either~ YOU guys might be into that, but--but I’m not!”

“What the fuck does that mean, Uchiha?” Gaara, suddenly upset, asks dangerously.

Finally Kiba seems to understand the situation and smiles, “Nevermind, I don’t care. Even if I’m kissing Gaara that means Sasu-chan has to kiss me!”

Stupid idiot.

“Kiba, you’re NOT helping!” Sasuke shouts, dismayed.

“It’s set. That’s the rule. If you don’t do it, your penalty is to strip down completely. All of your clothes come off.”

Gaara… is a bastard. It’s official. I can’t believe he spent all this time thinking about this. Sasuke and I manage to strain one last exchange of looks before we silence. This sucks. If I don’t kiss Sasuke, I have to get naked?! What kind of bullshit is this?!

A satisfied Kiba pumps an excited fist into the air and cheers, “I love you, Gaara!”

I was NOT all for having to kiss Sasuke, but for some reason the thought of him having to kiss Kiba as well was just as nerve-wracking. God damnit!

I feel fingers around my jaw and I’m suddenly staring into pale, green eyes and Gaara’s lips contort into a plotting smirk. Fuck. Captivated for a brief second I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel lips on my own. I hear whoops of laughter from Kiba as a tongue seductively probes me. Giving in I let Gaara have his way and proceed to kiss him in return.

Pulling away, Gaara kisses me again one last time affectionately and sits back. I’m left incredibly dazed I had to admit and I shake it off, realizing my next peril.

It was my turn.

Which meant after drawing another tormenting card I had to kiss Sasuke.

Growling I viciously swipe a card off the table and stare at it hard, praying that luck was on my side and I had retrieved a ten. Instead, I pulled a six.

Kiba giggles, “Six is for dicks~ All dicks drink!” So we make it another social, swigging beer between us. There’s an unhealthy silence that uncomfortably builds around the table, clouding mostly between Sasuke and I as we look up at each other. Sasuke has this frown on his face, but it didn’t hide the deep pink in his complexion.

My face grimaces and I mumble, “Let’s… just get this over with. You don’t want to get naked too, right?” Cos I sure as fuck didn’t. I scoot over to close the distance between the Uchiha and I, my heart suddenly loudly thudding through my ears. Sasuke looks up suddenly into my eyes and spazzes, yelling something incoherent and flails, slipping backwards and grabs onto my arm brashly for support and sends me down with him.

Yelling in surprise, Sasuke oomph’s as he hits the floor hard on his back and my face is just inches from his face. I can feel and smell his breath on mine, and my eyes widen. Shell-shocked I attempt to regain composure, but something in my body moves without my control and I lean down and very gently brush my lips against the corner of the Uchiha’s mouth. Quickly I sit up and the Uchiha lies dazed on the floor for a minute.

“That doesn’t count, Naruto,” Kiba teases and I send him glare suggesting impending death.

Sasuke sitting up off the floor now, I grab a fistful of his shirt roughly and mumble, “N-nothing personal,” though I wasn’t sure how honest I was being even with my own words before I crash my lips thoughtlessly against the Uchiha’s mouth.

There are muffled noises of protest coming from Sasuke, but oddly enough the Uchiha relaxes, which made me more nervous than before. I break free again, pushing Sasuke back down on his rear and my arm shoots up to my mouth as though I had done something wrong. Fuck!

"T-that’s it! Okay! I’m done with the fucking game! I‘m done with the fucking game! I’m done with the game!” I grab my can of beer angrily and storm out onto Sasuke’s balcony, flicking everyone off.

Fuck that.

Fuck that!

That was… fucking weird!

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[Sasuke’s POV]

What…

…the fuck…

…was that?!

OMIGOD.

I blink when I realize that fingers were gently brushing my lips and I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut and I hear the doors to my balcony close loudly.

Naruto… just kissed me!

Granted it was because of Gaara’s fucked up rule in Kiba’s fucked up game, but still! Damnit.

See? I TOLD you I was going to regret inviting these hooligans over! Kiba’s laughing at Naruto’s freak fest and I found myself falling backward onto the floor, staring up at a surprisingly blinding ceiling.

“Naa, Sasu-chan, Sasu-chan!” Kiba excitedly calls out to me, but I don’t look at him. “Draw your card so you hafta kiss me!”

I answer his stupidity with a deft toss of a throw pillow to the face, getting a squeak of surprise from the boy. I groan and decide that I too have had enough of this fucking game and Gaara interjects.

“That’s enough of that,” and Kiba loudly protests.

“You can’t do that,” but a putrid look from Gaara tells Kiba otherwise and the brunette sheepishly backs down.

Kiba scoots my direction and begs at least for me to finish drinking with them while Naruto calms down outside with his nicotine fix. Eyes lazily, but momentarily drift to my abandoned can of beer and figured it would be a shame to waste it.

So all the while that Naruto drowns himself out in smoke do Gaara, Kiba and I continue to drink, card game aside and just talk -- well, mostly Kiba talking with some brief comments made by me. But for the most part I was pretty lost within my thoughts. Pensively I take casual sips of my beer, finding myself cracking open more and more as our conversation between the three of us deepened.

Why did Naruto willingly do that? Sure the penalty was to strip down completely, but he could’ve run away like he just did right? I mean, it’s not like Gaara would have honestly chased him down and stripped him himself, right?

Passing a studious stare to an unaware Gaara I find myself frowning around the beer can. Then again, it IS Gaara. And I’ve noticed over the past week that this redhead is indeed capable of doing anything. But seriously I’m pretty sure some way it could have been avoided.

For some odd reason… I feel incredibly stupid. I didn’t know why, but I did and I knew it was stupid to feel that way in itself. It’s not like I had done anything wrong. Ugh… that’s the second time I’ve been kissed by another guy. Well, there was that… accident earlier today -- but that really doesn’t count. I was fully aware and willing.

Not before long Kiba was passed out on my floor, clutching several throw pillows and Gaara had signaled his leave.

“The guest room? Where is it?” And the redhead none-too-nicely scoops a half-dead Kiba off the floor and I’m snapped to reality again.

Oh, right. The guest room. I look around in a bit of a daze and slowly stand up from the floor to realize the room was suddenly spinning very, VERY fast.

Oh fuck.

Trying to regain a cool composure I shake off the mushy feeling as best as I could and step out of my bedroom.

“Right there,” I point with my finger. It’s right next to my room and the bathroom is directly across the hall from it.”

Gaara tips his head at me and says, “thanks,” very softly before dragging Kiba out and into the dark room.

Was the night finally over?

Where the hell was Naruto again?

I stumble drunkenly back into my bedroom and curse myself for drinking too much. It wasn’t that I couldn’t hold my liquor or anything… in fact it wasn’t often that I drank to begin with, but I got so lost in myself I hadn’t realized that I just didn’t STOP drinking! And now I’ve had WAY too much.

Bed… must find my bed. Staggering, I find it and collapse on top of it, not minding the mess the four of us had made and decided it was better left for tomorrow morning… AFTER I recovered from my hangover. So much for that, huh?

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[Naruto’s POV]

I can hear everyone moving about and I find myself getting irritate again after a good hour of calming down. I hadn’t realized that I had been out here that long. And it was cold as fuck too. Or at least NOW my mind had registered that, sending cold shivers up and down my body.

Despite everything I decided it was time to go back inside where as I turn and open the doors to the Uchiha’s bedroom I find no one in it. Gaara, Kiba and Sasuke were all gone.

Where the fuck did everyone go?

Turning I catch a tossing lump out of the corner of my eye and spot an Uchiha looking rather lost on the king-sized bed he owned. What the hell?

“Sasuke?” I call out to the lump rather unsurely and he moves again.

Finally he rolls and I can make out his face in the moonlight, “Naruto…?”

“Sasuke? Where is everyone?” I ask, still a bit ruffled as I move warily to the bedside. I get no answer this time and I feel my blood boiling. Stupid, fucking Uchiha!

I can hear an unhealthy groan coming from the bed again as I reach the substantial island and I look over to see him, but he had buried himself into the pillows.

“Hello~ SASUKE!” I yell impatiently now, yanking on the sheets firmly to get his attention, but Sasuke just as powerfully tugs back, sending me face first into his mattress. I begin a colorful ray of swear words under my breath as I try not to suffocate, the beer from earlier slowing down my reaction time.

Angrily the Uchiha mutters between heavy breaths, “They’re in the guest room. Now leave me alone!”

My brow twitches and I feel myself very quickly getting pissed off. I push off the bed, but yell out, “What the fuck is your problem?!” Since when did Sasuke think it was okay to get nasty with me?! I’ll fucking kill him!

When he doesn’t answer I let out a throaty growl clearly that of annoyance and shove myself away from the bed, telling Sasuke angrily to fuck himself, but my wrist is suddenly captured fiercely and I’m yanked backwards. My eyes widen, but it took me several minutes to register that I’m lying on my back on Sasuke’s bed. I blink several times, seeing the canopied ceiling, but Sasuke’s face finally comes into view hovering dangerously over me.

My heart begins to race and I didn’t know why. It’s not like I was scared of the Uchiha or anything and he knows this. I’d fucking blow his damn brains out without a second thought!

So why… am I feeling so nervous?

When I can finally see the Uchiha’s face more clearly I didn’t fail to notice the flushed color to his cheeks. Tipping head down at me I also don’t fail to take notice to the stench of beer off his breath.

Right, everyone had been drinking. I finished my last can when I went out onto the balcony… but I suppose everyone else finished the party without me.

“Sasuke… are you drunk?” I ask the darkening Uchiha very carefully and I can make out a very faint simper.

“A little,” he surprisingly admits, but I’m not so sure he’s being truthful on the “little” part.

My heart jumps again when I feel a rather strong hand on my shoulder, pushing me -- if possible -- deeper into the mattress. “S-Sasuke, what are you doing?”

“Do you hate me?” He asks, barely giving me enough time to finish speaking.

“What?” I ask incredulously.

“Do you… hate me?” He says a little slower this time. There was a hint of sadness lacing his voice as though experiencing great disappointment. His question was vague, yet blatant. What kind of stupid shit was he trying to pull?

“Don’t be fucking stupid, Uchiha,” I grit, palming his the opposite shoulder from him in attempts to push himself off, but his body doesn’t move an inch. I’m swallowed completely whole in his shadow. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face and disappears into my hair.

Why was I feeling… so damn anxious for?

“Let go, Uchiha.”

“No,” Sasuke just as firmly responds.

I’m getting angry fast and I buck the Uchiha off of me and he rolls across the far side of the bed. “You’re really starting to fucking piss me off!” I yell, enraged as a I raise a threatening fist to him.

“So what?” Sasuke asks me boredly. “You gunna hit me now?” His speech is slightly impaired, slurred with the heavy breathing from being under the influence.

“I should, but you’re drunk and stupid!” Panting, the Uchiha doesn’t seem to be listening to me at all, but instead staring with hazy eyes at the ceiling as though he were enduring a dream-like state.

I guess to even Sasuke it hadn’t stopped me from hitting him before. I wasn’t even sure why I was still standing here. I was tired and I should go crash with Kiba and Gaara.

“…sorry.”

I blink and look back up at the Uchiha who was sitting forward on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles to me.

I scowl tightly at him, seeing he was still acting fucking weird. I wanted to say something along the lines of, Yea, you SHOULD be sorry, but instead, “What… are you talking about?”

When I look up Sasuke is no longer sitting on the bed anymore and instead is standing in front of me, looking down at my slightly shorter disposition. My heart rate picks up again and I barely utter Sasuke’s name.

“That game…” he mutters, “I’m sorry for making you play it.”

I frown and wave him off, “It wasn’t your idea. It was that stupid, fucking mutt’s idea -- and then Gaara had to go along with it too.” I find myself characteristically scratching my head, “I knew you really didn’t want to play it too… ‘Specially when Kiba got all fucking retarded with it.”

There’s a faint, but evident smirk of amusement on Sasuke’s face as he looks down at me; the two of us gently illuminated in the moonlight.

Sasuke looks apprehensive, yet almost very sure of himself and I flinch when I feel fingers run through the side of my hair. A noise of surprise passes through me and the Uchiha whispers to me gently, “I am glad though… that you guys came over.”

He’s… acting fucking weird again!

He leans forward and his hair tickles my face as it dusts passed my cheek; hot breath on my ear, “And you… owe me a kiss.”

I spike defensively and am about to seriously knock this guy’s teeth out when there’s a feathery contact against my lips. My eyes blink twice, then shoot open when my weight is suddenly tossed to the floor, “WAH!”

Groaning, I realize that Sasuke had collapsed on top of me -- literally. “S-Sasuke?” I call out warily, but the steady, heavy breathing tells me that he had finally passed out.

Fucking idiot…

“Sasuke, hey -- wake up!” He was fucking heavy! Breathing labored I struggled to liberate myself from beneath the dead weight and manage to drag his heavy ass to his bed.

He groans when I unceremoniously drop him on the mattress and rolls heavily, grabbing me by the wrist and tugs me down with him. I cry out again, not expecting the brash movement and two arms envelope me suddenly, hugging me close. I’m met face-to-face with Sasuke’s chest, though still clothed, but I could hear the gentle beat of his heart through it. His warmth radiates over my body and I feel my face and body become immensely hot. I’m sure I was about fifty-shades of red too -- damnit!

Attempting to free myself, Sasuke just groans in frustration and squeezes me tighter, telling me he had no intention of releasing me.

“God damnit, Uchiha! LET GO OF ME!”

Stupid DRUNK BASTARD!

AUGH!

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(1) Kampai - cheers

Haha, looks like it’s going to be a loooooong night for Naruto and one hell ova hangover for Sasuke ;D
Thanks so much for reading!

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