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The young Uchiha wove through the crowds of dancing teens, in search of a red-haired friend. Yet, he was smothered with hungry, lecherous stares and grins. He smiled when he found Gaara on the other side of the room, dancing alone and to the music. Gliding over, he noticed how Gaara had followed his instructions about dressing sexily.

"Hey sexy," he smirked. "Care to dance with me?" Sasuke watched as the red head turned his head to stare at him, a look of recognition crossing his agitated features. Sasuke laughed. "Just kidding, Gaara." The latter shrugged.

"Woah Uchiha; if we were alone, I'd rape you," the red head commented off-handly. He stared at Sasuke for a moment. "Did you shove your face with liquor again, Sasuke?"

"Aniki offered it," Sasuke said, a look of adoration shining amongst his aura.

"Offered? Come to think of it, what happened to the dancing?" Gaara pulled Sasuke towards him with a single spin. Their bodies started a slow, even grind as the clink of Gaara's chains could be heard as his hips lifted and grinded into the Uchiha's backside.

As they moved towards a less crowded area, Sasuke noticed that they were dancing near Itachi. Gaara saw his partner staring over towards the booth and also casted a glace, jade green eyes landing on a fuming Itachi.

Their hips moved in a syncronized formation as Gaara bent down to whisper in the raven's ear. "Why is your brother always staring at me like that? I get the impression that he hates me, and I have no idea as to why. It gives me the creeps." He thrusted his hips forward, smirking when he heard the other teen release a small groan.

"He's protective, is all," Sasuke answered, arms wrapping around Gaara's neck in a backwards hug, while moving slightly closer to the warmth.

"He looks like he wants to strangle me to death. I'm not sure if it's just that."

Sasuke gave him a confused look before his eyes lingered towards his Aniki. He sent a weak smile in that direction.

Itachi was furious. Why was that red head able to hog all of his little brother's attention?! It wasn't fair.

First, it had been Deidara who decided to flirt with his Otouto, shoving ludicrous comments in Sasuke's face about how hot, cute, and sexy he looked in the clothes he wore. Itachi was unable to deny the fact that, yes, indeed, did his Otouto look good enough to eat, yet that was only suppose to come out of his mouth and no one else's.

Then, comes in a Naruto who tackles his Otouto, like he were his long lost lover. Itachi had actually saw that when he entered the birthday party thrown for Sasuke not too long ago. The blondie looked clingly too. Itachi could not allow such a person to cling to his precious Otouto forever.

Finally, Gaara. That one name allowed blood to flood towards Itachi's face, fuming his desire to decapitate the red-head. He was the one who ruined Itachi's wonderful time with his Otouto, stealing Sasuke from his very being. He hated him, yet he, himself, had agreed to the sleepover; if it weren't for those cute, round doe eyes, he would've never agreed to such an absurd event. He'd done it for his Otouto.

Itachi sighed. Was everyone after his Otouto?

He silently watched as Gaara wrapped his arms around Sasuke's waist and shift his hips outwards and forward in a small thrust. When Sasuke noticed him staring, his Otouto sent him a half smile. Itachi stood; his Otouto's attention was set on him; he wasn't about to allow some other total stranger to him steal the object of his affections.

Gracefully, the elder Uchiha glided across the dance floor, standing directly in front of the two teens. He smiled slightly when Sasuke stopped dancing to stare at him.

Itachi snapped his hands out and grabbed his Otouto's waist, pulling Sasuke close into his chest. The younger let out a small squeak before he came face to face to a warm chest. He breathed deeply, inhaling a smell only Itachi owned; his hands automatically wrapped around his nii-san's neck.

"Dance with me, Sasuke," Itachi murmured, his arms snuggled behind his Otouto's back. Their abdomens brushed together and momentarily Sasuke thought he felt something hard press against his stomach, but brushed it off, thinking it was Itachi's accessories.

Gaara gave a half confused, half amused smirk as he sauntered pass the couple and slid into the previous booth that was accompanied by the Uchihas.

Itachi smirked. He had his Otouto all to himself now. He thrusted his hips forward, aware of how Sasuke immeadiately returned the gesture.

"Nii-san," Sasuke groaned softly; inaudiably. "You smell nice," he murmured, tilting his head to kiss Itachi's cheek. Itachi smiled; Sasuke dipped his head into his neck, inhaling deeply, once again, before his tongue flickered out and licked Itachi's exposed collarbone.

The elder tensed, an undeniable moan escaping his parted lips. He felt the slight scrape of Sasuke's teeth on his neck, before Sasuke bit down lightly, sucking like a starved animal. "Otouto," he mumbled. "Stop it."

It seemed his wavering voice only encouraged Sasuke to suck even harder. Without much to do, he shoved the boy away from his. He watched as his Otouto stumbled slightly and his eyes swam with tears. "Aniki?"

"Go to the restroom and clean up Otouto. We'll be leaving soon." The boy nodded absent-mindly and ran towards the direction of the restroom. Itachi sighed. What had he done?

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"Yo Itachi, un!" A slap on Itachi's back. "It's time, ain't it, yeah?" Itachi nodded. He looked back in the direction Sasuke ran off to.

Deidara looked around, Sasori and Kisame next to him. "Where's the chibi, un?"

Still no sign of Sasuke. Itachi was starting to worry about his Otouto's well-being. "I shall meet you all outside. I'm going to look for Sasuke." He strolled off afterwards, as his friends headed towards the entrance.

"Sasuke?" Itachi called. The bathroom was empty. He was just about ot turn around and leave if it weren't for the whimper that pinpointed his Otouto's placement. The boy had huddled himself at the far corner of the room, nearly shoving his body under the sink. "Otouto?" he called as he approached Sasuke.

The teen's knees were drawn up to his chest and his head rested, almost looking delicate, on top. Itachi kneeled down to Sasuke's height and lifted the boy's chin with a single slender finger. He almost felt bad for what he did as he caught the saddening sight of tears streaming down Sasuke's face.

"Oh, Otouto," he groaned. He bent forward to kiss the corner of the boy's mouth. "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms under Sasuke's bent knees and underneath his back, swiftly lifting his Otouto up and exited the restroom.

"Let's go home, Sasuke."

Yet, the boy didn't hear him. He'd fallen asleep in his brother's arms, a slight smile adoring the corner of his mouth.

A/N: This story is still alive. ^_^

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