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„Hurry up, Sasuke! People are already starting to show up!”
There’s a yell coming from down the living room and there’s nothing that annoys Sasuke more than being rushed, especially since Naruto is the one who put him in this situation in the first place.
“Then just fucking come here and help me!” he bites back, cursing under his breath, as he’s trying to reach for a glass bowl from the top shelf. His hair is tickling his face, still moist from the shower.
If it was up to him, he would just go ahead and rent a part of some pub and be done with it. But of course Naruto had this brilliant idea that no, a farewell party for such a close friend as Gaara cannot possibly happen anywhere but in their apartment. ‘It’s homier,’ he argued, ‘it shows that we care about him so much to go through the ordeal of hosting a party for him.’ Like paying for a venue and food and alcohol wouldn’t be a nightmare enough.
The blonde’s imaginary friendship standards are exactly the reason why he’s been stuck in the apartment all day, preparing snacks and cleaning up after Naruto’s failed attempt at making his ‘specialty ramen noodles’ that quite literally blew up in his face.
There’s so much stuff Sasuke could be doing with his weekend instead of dealing with a bunch of drunk people and making sure no one passes out in his bedroom. Still, Gaara has been a part of the gang since they were just teenagers and it’s only a week before he gets transferred to take over one of the management positions in another city. Naruto wants to make sure Gaara gets a proper goodbye from everyone and no matter how much trouble it causes him, Sasuke really doesn’t know another person who cares for their friends as deeply as Naruto.
He’s pretty glad that doing an internship at the same company Gaara works at has finally come in handy, considering how much trouble it saved them when inviting the redhead’s closest coworkers. Sasuke did his part of the job, handling the few people he has any sort of association with and left the rest to the blonde, since Naruto has always had this strange gift of getting people to help him with basically everything he needs. It’s always been kind of a mystery to the raven but at least he didn’t have to go through the task of walking around the building like a creep and asking people to come to his house himself. Which would have been, to put it mildly, deeply humiliating.
Naruto’s loud yelp suddenly tears him from his internal pity party, followed by a noise of shattering glass reverberating around the entire apartment and Sakura’s yelling. Sasuke only rolls his eyes; Naruto was pretty much bound to fuck something up at some point. He just hopes his entire day of cleaning up the apartment wasn’t for nothing.
The lights are dimmed when he walks into the open space of their living room with an armful of snacks and he’s already a little irritated. He had no idea how many people Naruto invited and knowing what type of a house-party host he is, it’s certainly gonna be Sasuke’s job to make sure their place isn’t getting completely trashed as the night progresses.
Still, he doesn’t really want to be the one who ruins the night with, as Naruto always puts it, his ‘excessive eye rolling’, so he puts on a smile and exchanges a few hello’s with his friends as he walks towards the big table standing by the wall. There’s not much room there already, given how much alcohol the blonde has bought, so he has to get a little creative before he places the dishes down.
The thing is, Sasuke has never considered himself a very social person. He doesn’t particularly mind an occasional trip to the bar or even a club with a few of the closest people but he’s never been good with building new friendships. That has always been Naruto’s thing and in all honesty, he thinks the blond is the main reason he still has friends. He even introduced Sasuke to one of his ex-boyfriends, and even though it didn’t turn out to be this ‘earth-shattering’ love Sasuke has always kind of wished for, somehow they managed to stay friends after they decided to call it quits; something he never in his life thought was even possible.
In the corner of his eye he recognizes Temari, Gaara’s sister and one of his closest coworkers, straight up howling at someone’s joke and quite frankly, it’s weird to see her so laid back and happy. He’s never going to publicly admit it but he’s been scared of her ever since he started his internship at the company. Always stern, on top of everything, keeping employees in check. Who knows, maybe this party is his opportunity for building closer relationships with his superiors? He internally smacks himself on the head at a sudden realization.
The already limited space of their apartment soon grows crowded with people and much louder and Sasuke’s wondering if he should kill his roommate now or wait ‘til the party’s over.
“Idiot…” he mutters under his breath, picking up abandoned red cups and stacking them up to throw them away later.
“Who’s an idiot?”
Naruto’s right behind him, flashing his signature bright smile.
“You are! What the hell were you thinking?! Do you see what’s happening here?” he snaps, his voice hushed enough not to be heard by anybody but the two of them.
“What do you mean?” the blonde laughs seeing the his annoyed expression. “Oh come on, look how much fun everyone’s having. And the party technically haven’t started yet!”
“Yeah, I don’t know if I want to find out what will happen after it does start.”
“Don’t be such a Grumpy Cat.” He playfully ruffles Sasuke’s hair, his blue eyes roaming around the room with pride. “So. You think he’s gonna show up?” he asks, eyes focused back on the raven with sick curiosity.
“Huh?”
“You know. That ‘hotter-than-hell’ work guy you never shut up about.” Naruto suggestively wiggles his eyebrows and Sasuke freezes.
Shit.
He completely forgot about him. That is, if it was really possible to ever forget the embodiment of all his sexual fantasies who happens to work only a few floors above him. That tall, slim, graceful body, eyes so beautiful and dark they seem almost black, long hair neatly tied at the back of his head and slender fingers Sasuke has spent countless nights imagining on sucking.
Damn Naruto for being such a prying little shit with the power to virtually force all the secrets Sasuke keeps from everyone else in the world.
His friend laughs at the mortified look on his face, earning himself a punch.
“Ow, what was that for?!” he protests, rubbing at his shoulder and Sasuke rolls his eyes again.
“I don’t really see a reason why he’d want to come. I mean, it’s basically a house party full of drunken children and he doesn’t really seem like he would have fun here.” Sasuke’s consciously chewing on his bottom lip as he takes a good look around the room.
“Why not? You said it yourself, he’s not that much older than us. Besides, just take a look, even Neji’s having fun.” He’s laughing when he points to the brown-haired boy and yeah, it is kind of strange to see their generally uptight friend currently chugging an entire can of beer while being cheered at by a group of surrounding people.
Sasuke’s trying to picture the exceptionally poised man among their noisy guests, and he just can’t imagine him fooling around and acting like them. He’s very aware that some people he’s used to seeing all suited up and professional are now engrossed in conversations with his own, younger friends, dancing or just generally getting drunk and completely out of character. It’s fun to see that people coming from such different backgrounds are able to get along over a beer or whatever, but still.
He would be less surprised to see Itachi on the cover of some fancy magazine than here, getting shitfaced with his coworkers.
It’s better if he doesn’t come, he thinks. Actually, it would be bordering on torture if the person he’s spent the last few weeks daydreaming about was actually here. Sasuke doesn’t want to think how much of a fool he would end up making of himself with the amount of liquid courage at hand.
“Still, very unlikely.” he finally says, and it’s a little disappointing but he quickly shakes the feeling off.
“You never know.” Naruto singsongs into his ear and laughs at the way Sasuke’s pushing him away, and the conversation is over.
He doesn’t dwell on the matter anymore and decides on actually trying to enjoy himself. He snatches a drink from Naruto’s hand before downing it and winces at the burn before coughing out, “what the hell did you put in this?!” but Naruto only laughs and pulls him along to join their friends.
It’s not long before he feels his head swimming a little with all the shots he’s given after Kiba self-proclaims himself the main bartender for the night. Everyone’s talking, trying to outshout each other and for a moment there he’s a little worried about facing their pissed-off neighbors tomorrow but the sudden, loud banging noise quickly tears him from his thoughts. Turning back, he sees Naruto’s there to open the door and he mentally shrugs at the sight of some blonde guy with a messy bun on top of his head. He relaxes back into the conversation with Shikamaru only to be interrupted mid-sentence by Naruto calling out.
“Oi! Sasuke! Come and say hi!”
He’s a little annoyed before he turns in his direction, I mean, Naruto’s supposed to be the one greeting the guests and shit, but then he notices the blonde’s wicked grin and oh fuck.
He’s here. He actually came.
Itachi is standing in the hallway looking straight at him, his expression impossible to read as always.
“Sasuke? Who is this?” He can hear Ino next to his ear, her voice hushed but excited, and feels her hand tapping him on the shoulder but he doesn’t bother with an explanation.
He’s trying to fight the grin creeping onto his face as he slides off his barstool and walks over to the door, careful not to trip over other people’s feet.
“Hi! I mean, welcome.” He offers his hand to the man, ignoring Naruto beaming at the two of them like an idiot.
It’s a little strange to see him out of his usual, perfectly tailored suit and tie, but Sasuke thinks he looks even better like this. Even in just a plain, grey shirt, black jeans and a soft, dark jacket he still has that same edge, that enigmatic aura clings to his whole being and Sasuke’s instantly drawn. Screw that, he’s definitely more attracted to the man now with how effortlessly gorgeous he is.
“Thanks.” There’s a polite smile on his face when their hands meet halfway and Sasuke can’t focus on anything other than how firm his grip is. “And thank you again for inviting me.”
“Of course!” he says. Their hands touch for a little while longer than customary but Itachi doesn’t pull back and he’s definitely not complaining. “I’m glad you’re here, even though we don’t work that closely together.”
“Such a shame, isn’t it?” Itachi’s voice drops just an octave and the raven’s brain short-circuits.
Did he just wink at him…?
The moment is gone as soon as the other guy, Deidara, butts in to introduce himself and they’re all stepping further into the apartment. Kiba is making drinks for everyone again and Sasuke’s not in the least surprised when he learns that Itachi’s drink of choice is whiskey because of course he looks like a man who enjoys his liquor raw. His mind involuntarily drifts to other raw things he might enjoy as he suddenly grows a little hotter under his shirt.
He doesn’t really have a chance to think about it further as Itachi’s being surrounded by a small crowd of people at their open-kitchen island, chatting him up and throwing arms around his neck and the raven realizes it’s most likely not a common thing for the man to actually go out with his coworkers. He’s in the center of attention now and Sasuke feels himself get a little annoyed when he sees that the girls are looking at him with puppy eyes but he still manages a half-smile when his gaze briefly locks with Naruto’s and eases into the party spirit.
It doesn’t take more than twenty minutes for the blonde to start excitedly shouting over the crowd to “please just shut the fuck up” and turn off the music and Sasuke internally snorts at how childish he’s being. They’re not 12 anymore and yet he still enjoys the ‘thrill’ of a surprise whenever he can.
When everyone around him starts hiding, he takes his cue to leave for the bathroom as Naruto would probably kill him if he ruined the moment with his ‘grown-up nonsense’. Soon enough, he hears a loud, cheery “surprise!” coming from the other side of the apartment and he laughs to himself, shaking his head as he washes his hands. He fixes his hair in the mirror, focusing on getting them to look a little more presentable than usual.
When he comes back, he sees their redhead friend surrounded by people, his smile is bright and wide and he’s bickering with Naruto about something. The raven walks over, snaking an arm around his neck to ruffle up his hair and envelop him in a side-hug with a quiet but heartfelt ‘Congratulations.’ Clearly, Gaara is still in a state of shock as he takes in everyone who came to bid farewell him and everyone coos as tears well up in his eyes. Someone yells out, “you’re gonna smudge your eyeliner!” and they’re all laughing again and Sasuke is so glad for his dumb friends.
The music starts blaring again and someone’s giving out shots and he downs one out of principle, his head already slightly buzzing. His eyes roam around the room in search for a familiar, gentle-featured face and he doesn’t hesitate before walking up to the man with a little skip in his step.
“Having fun?” he chirps, his voice airy, playful, as he takes his seat on the tall chair beside him.
“I am now.” Itachi smirks, equally laid-back, before taking a small sip from his glass and somehow Sasuke can’t stop his gaze from following the movement of the glass to his lips.
They chit-chat for a bit about work stuff, still surrounded by some other people Sasuke’s only kind of familiar with, not really able to pin-point how they’ve met. It’s nice, it’s comfortable and they down a few more shots in the process and Itachi can’t avert his gaze from his gorgeous face, his cheeks rosy with both the liquor and the heat of the bodies surrounding them, his nose ring glinting in the dim lighting. He can’t remember the last time he’s been so enchanted with another human being.
Much to his delight, Sasuke learns that Itachi is definitely a cat person and Kiba almost throws a fit and calls them barbarians and Sasuke laughs so hard he almost cries. He’s a little drunk and feels almost weightless when he sees Itachi’s grinning face so close to his own.
“I gotta say I’m quite surprised that you actually decided to come.” he says when he finally has the man’s attention solely to himself, other people busy with something else at the moment.
“Are you really? Why?” Itachi’s voice is curious, his side leaning against the counter.
“It’s just- You don’t really strike me as someone who would enjoy house parties much.”
“I can enjoy many things when there’s good company.” Itachi counters with a small smirk, his gaze downright suggestive as he looks him up and down, before he takes a sip of the alcohol in his glass.
Sasuke’s mind short-circuits. Is he… flirting with him? Ooh, he’s gonna have so much fun with that.
“Company at home not good enough?” He tilts his head slightly to the side, elbows propped onto the tabletop as tucks one feet underneath his body.
He’s faintly aware that he’s treading on ice here, asking his superior such an intimate question could result in getting him in so much trouble if Itachi decided to put an end to whatever this is.
Itachi seems to enjoy what’s happening here, though, as his sexy smile only grows in size.
“Wouldn’t you want to know.” he says, reaching out his hand and twirling the longer hair framing Sasuke’s face around his fingers. His eyes are boring deep into the raven’s equally dark ones and Sasuke lifts his head a little when he feels the pad of his thumb brush under his chin.
“As a matter of fact I would.”
He’s never really been the one to play these kind of games with people, never been so eager to throw someone off-balance while dropping these hints, but from the very first time he ever saw this man he knew it was going to be different with him. He had to get back at him for all the sleepless nights Sasuke has spent in his bed thinking about him, even though Itachi was probably completely unaware of it.
Judging by the expression on the man’s face, however, it’s quite plausible he may have some inkling.
He laughs, a low, sexy sound, and Sasuke doesn’t want to listen to anything else, ever.
“Alright then. Let’s just say, there’s no one else holding my attention at the moment.”
Sasuke instinctively licks his lips at his words.
“So you’re not seeing anyone?”
“No.”
“How come?” he asks, not able to resist his curiosity.
Not that it matters, really, but he can’t help but wonder how is it possible that a man so attractive, so confident, so fucking irresistible doesn’t take advantage of all the girls and guys who would love to have him all to themselves.
Sasuke knows he definitely would.
“Well,” Itachi pauses, the motion of his wrist swirling the amber hued liquid in the glass. His face turns back to the raven before he continues, “I’m a busy man. And I tend to get bored quite quickly.”
His voice is almost challenging and Sasuke’s eyelashes flutter at the sudden surge of arousal coursing through his body. He’s shifting in his seat, inching closer so he can almost feel the warmth of Itachi’s breath on his face but then someone fucking jumps on the table right next to him, their ass plopping against the counter and ruining everything.
He’s positively fuming when he leans back and looks up to see Ino, the girl he’s been friends with since elementary school, as she’s beaming down at his man.
“What are you doing here.” His voice is flat when he speaks but the girl doesn’t seem discouraged in the slightest.
“I just wanted to say hello to your new friend! I’m Ino. It’s so nice to meet you, Itachi.” She reaches her hand out to the man, her voice overly sweet and high-pitched and Sasuke has to fight the urge to pull her by the leg so she falls on the floor.
Itachi’s clearly amused by this, his gaze flicking in between the two but he finally takes her hand in a polite gesture. This man has too much fucking class for his own good.
“So what were you guys talking about? Are you having anything? Kiba, make us something good! Itachi and I would love to have a drink and chat a little.” she rambles, completely ignoring the fact that
‘Itachi and I..?!’
Sasuke’s still there and he can’t fucking believe her. She just bursts in without a worry in the world and now she’s shamelessly working to attract the attention, leaning forward with her impressive cleavage proudly exposed for everyone to see. For Itachi to see.
He turns to the man in question and of course he’s looking, it’s really hard not to when she’s flaunting her goodies a foot away from his face. Her revealing crop top paired with a short skirt surely doesn’t leave much for imagination.
He stares at the scene unfolding before him with sheer disbelief, his mouth slightly agape.
Itachi’s looking straight back at her, clearly entertained and says something that makes her laugh, his hand rests on the table dangerously close to her thigh but he doesn’t move it away and Sasuke’s had enough. He sure as hell is not going to stand there and watch as this treacherous bitch seduces the man of his dreams right in front of him.
Itachi’s eyes are back on him as he swiftly stands up but Sasuke makes a point of ignoring him. He turns back to him only when Itachi’s hand gently grabs his wrist as he’s trying to walk away.
“Hey, where are you going?” he asks, trying to gently pull him closer but Sasuke only plants his palm on top of his thigh as their gazes lock.
“You have your fun here and I’m gonna go have mine.” he hums, the tone of his voice calm but openly daring. A mischievous smirk pulls at his lips and he steps back before walking over to the kitchen island with a slight sway in his step. He already has a plan in his mind and Itachi’s going to regret the second he started playing this game.
Sai and TenTen are chuckling at something they just saw on the former’s phone before looking up and smiling at him.
“That your boyfriend or something?” the girl questions with a motion of her head.
“Just a guy from work.” he says calmly as he reaches for a cup and pours some alcohol in it.
“He’s hot,” she decides, absently picking at her fingernail with her teeth. “But I guess Ino’s gonna snatch him right away in a minute.” She shrugs as Sasuke is tipping his head back, downing the remnants of his drink.
We’ll see about that.
“Come on, let’s have some fun.” he offers, grabbing their hands and TenTen almost jumps up with excitement before they all move farther into the center of the room.
There are people dancing around them already and Sasuke throws one more glance in the man’s direction before his hips start swaying into the rhythm, a little awkwardly at first as he’s not nearly drunk enough to be completely comfortable with this. He gets the hang of it fairly quickly, though, as he watches TenTen get into it like it’s her second nature. He knows she can move well, it’s not their first party together so he’s trying to mimic her movements, both of them grinning at each other.
It’s not long before more people join them on the makeshift dancefloor, Naruto and Sakura amongst them, and he fully relaxes into it, his head spinning with the rough beat and the liquor still in his system. He bends over a little when he recognizes one of the girls behind him and starts rolling his body to the rhythm. There are feminine hands on his hips and on his back, sliding up and down his sides and chest.
They’re all laughing and dancing and cheering until Sasuke raises his head enough to catch Itachi’s dark gaze focused solely on him and it instantly becomes so much more than just goofy dancing. He feels determined to keep those eyes on himself, he’s hungry for attention and Sakura steps in front of him now and he knows exactly what to do.
The song changes into something slower, more sensual, and he draws her closer with a hand on her hip, his thigh almost pressed in between her legs and he starts swaying with more purpose, knees slightly bent to help him move more fluidly. His hand slides up to the small of her back, their faces dangerously close and the people are cheering again, lively ‘whoop’s distinct over the roar of the song.
His gaze briefly darts to the side and he fights the urge to smirk. A glass is hanging from Itachi’s slim fingers but he doesn’t tilt it back, he’s sitting there completely still, watching him and Sasuke swears his eyes are even darker than usual.
The pink-haired girl is following along, her hands pressed against his chest and she’s throwing her head back with laughter. She’s just having fun with her friends, no doubt not reading too much into it, completely unaware of the raven’s hidden agenda. She eventually steps away and Naruto quickly takes her place, always keen on making a fool of himself in front of other people. He’s not much of a dancer and it shows, but he can still make it work.
Still swaying his hips, he turns around so his back is pressed to the blonde’s chest and flutters his eyes closed, focusing on the tempo. With his arms thrown back, holding onto the other boy’s head, he slowly descends and Itachi doesn’t miss out on the way his shirt rides up, just a little bit, exposing his jutting hipbones and deliciously smooth skin of his lower stomach. His slightly chapped lips are parted and his best friend is chuckling against his ear but none of it matters.
He notices Ino leaning in and saying something way too close to Itachi’s ear, no doubt trying to get his attention back on her, but she’s long forgotten by now as Sasuke slowly descends, going lower and lower until his jean-clad ass is almost touching the floor.
Itachi leans back in his chair, watching the boy with almost predatory stare. He’s physically unable to avert his gaze from how skillfully the boy is moving his slim body, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slack and he kind of wants to bend him over and fuck him senseless right here for how openly provocative he’s being. His fingers tighten slightly where they’re wrapped around the glass when Sasuke bends forward on his way up, his ass pressed hard against the blonde’s thigh.
Their hooded gazes lock, the raven rolls his hips with his head thrown back and his teeth flash in the smuggest fucking grin in the history of humanity before he sees him abandoning his seat and slowly walking over in his direction.
Giddy with excitement, he steps out of the prying eyes of his friends who don’t really try to stop him as other people swiftly take his place and dance their asses off and everyone forgets about what just happened.
They meet halfway but still surrounded by the bodies moving to the rhythm. The song is different now, more upbeat and dance-y and Sasuke doesn’t wait for the approval before turning around and pressing their bodies flush together as he’s still swaying his hips. His skin is glowing and he’s slightly out of breath and he’s having too much fun riling Itachi up.
“Do you think this is funny?” Itachi bites out and his voice holds that same dangerous edge to it that always makes Sasuke’s knees almost give out under him. Strong arms wrap around his waist regardless and the raven almost shivers when he feels Itachi’s hot breath fanning against the shell of his ear.
“No idea what you’re talking about.” Sasuke smirks, breathless.
“What was going through that little head of yours, huh? Putting on such a pretty show for me, what were you thinking was going to happen?”
Sasuke feels lightheaded and his head lolls back to rest against Itachi’s shoulder at the feeling of the man’s erection grinding against his ass in smooth, rolling motions.
“You were watchin’, huh.”
“You made pretty damn sure I was, you little shit.” Itachi can’t help but snort out a laugh at how pleased with himself the raven is.
“I thought you were busy being hit on by a girl.”
The smell of whiskey mixes with strong cologne and the heady scent of the man himself and Sasuke’s head is reeling.
His own fingers glide along his smooth skin up and down Itachi’s forearm and rest against the back of his hand where he intertwines their fingers, his other hand travelling up and behind to his hair, running through them and pulling to bring the man even closer.
“Oh, Sasuke… If I only knew how easy it is to rile you up like that, baby.” Itachi purrs and Sasuke’s eyes flutter shut at the way he says his name.
He’s only faintly aware of other people still being there in the room with the two of them when Itachi’s fingers find their way under the hem of his shirt, just above the waistband of his jeans.
His half-lidded eyes slowly roam around the room to see if anyone’s staring at him with disapproval and he lets out an involuntary groan at the sight of a couple rather vehemently making out in the corner.
He feels himself being spun around and there’s a hand twisting into his hair and Itachi’s so close he can almost taste him on his tongue. His breathing grows more and more shallow as the man’s hips build a steady rhythm against him, his thigh in between Sasuke’s legs to mimic his earlier dance with Sakura.
“Still with me?” The smile on Itachi’s face is almost devilish when his hand brushes Sasuke’s thick hair out of his eyes, his hand guiding his movement from where it’s pressed against his ass. He leans in, his parted lips ghosting over the bare expanse of his neck.
He nods, not really able to focus enough to form full sentences before a particularly indecent noise spills past his lips when Itachi’s mouth locks around that sensitive spot behind his ear.
Itachi’s cock twitches against his thigh at the sound and he doesn’t think he can wait any longer.
Sasuke twists both hands in the soft fabric of his shirt and pushes at his chest.
“Wait, fuck, not here.” he pants out, genuinely surprised he still has enough brain enough to hit the brakes when Itachi’s eyes are boring into his own with so much hunger.
He’s already so worked up and impatient that they don’t even make it to his bedroom before he pushes the man against the wall and crashes their lips together. Itachi hums against his mouth, his nimble fingers hooked into the belt hoops of Sasuke’s jeans before tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss. His tongue’s running across Sasuke’s bottom lip, slowly, as if giving him a chance to object but the raven only moans as his willing mouth opens wider, their bodies flushing together, breaths mingling into one.
Sasuke’s hands are twisting into his long hair as Itachi’s hands slowly run up and down his lower back, tracing over the dip of his waist and clutching his hips before purring against his lips with a small smirk.
“Slow down, baby, we’ve got all night.”
Sasuke chooses not to wait another second before he opens the door and pulls him into the room.