AN: I know this took forever to get out, and I am sorry. I was cut off from the internet because we were moving and we didn't have it until like yesterday so forgive me for taking so long to update. I hope you can enjoy this chapter anyway.

PREVIOUSLY ON Weed: Sasuke and Naruto shared a one-sided kiss, Itachi got Naruto really fucked up after the blonde called him out on being stoned, Kisame hinted at something hidden but it didn't go into detail, Itachi fucked Naruto's mouth, and Sasuke blindly fell for Naruto's lame excuse while in the dead of sleep.

The next morning another of Itachi's gang members had come over and made everyone breakfast. I learned later on that she—Konan—was the only female member of the Akatsuki—the Japanese hit Mafia thing… I had made a mental note to ask how she had managed to get into the Mafia with them since it wasn't that often that women could become assassins but hadn't actually managed to mention it…

Anyway the food had been surprisingly amazing and orgasmic. Sasuke and I hung out, played some video games on any game station you can think of, gorged ourselves on whatever we wanted, and just generally chilled. We debated going swimming but decided that the pool—which was in the backyard not ten feet from the house—was much too far away.

In all it was rather dull.

That night was another thing entirely.

"Oi, Naruto," Itachi stood over me, his eyes a scarlet red.

"Go away, 'tachi," Sasuke grumbled in his sleep as he snagged me around the waist. "E's mine..." he grumbled something else and passed out, rolling over onto his other side.

Itachi ignored Sasuke and snatched me up so he could take me into his master bedroom where a man with blonde hair sat, smoking on a blunt. "Deidara, Naruto-kun." I felt embarrassed with the fact that Itachi had literally carried me into the room and sat me down gently into a rather plush seat but I said nothing.

"Yo!" he smiled and I noticed that he looked like a pretty girl until his hair fell away from his eye and it showed the mechanical attachment there.

"He's our sniper and bomb expert. Even without that stupid eye he's the best that there ever was."

We smoked a lot, we drank a little, and we smoked some more. I was thoroughly fucked up by the time Deidara was called in for a sniping job. "Shit, you got any hangover pills, un?" Itachi tossed him a couple of white tablets that Deidara swallowed with a beer. "Gotta run, thanks for this man, un." And he left, through Itachi's window.

I had barely noticed his absence since I was more messed up than I could handle and wondering what we were going do now that he was gone. I was really looking at Itachi's walls, just staring at the cool images scrawled neatly across the smooth paint; I was 'tripping out' but didn't know it.

Itachi stood up and came over to me, "Would you like me to return the favor from yesterday?"

I stared at him blankly, not remembering what he was talking about. I nodded yes anyway since that seemed to be what he wanted. He picked me up again, like I was his bride or something, and carried me to his large bed in the next room. When he laid me down I had to fight really hard not to just fall asleep. He hovered over me, gently touching me, winding me up before I even knew what was happening. I was shaking as he lent over me and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my left leg, running his hand up and down my thigh, teasingly grasping my crotch before his hand would glide back up my leg. I don't even remember him taking off my pajama pants. His nose was running up and down my chest, his hair falling over my face and its soft surface felt wonderful on my hot skin.

He pulled me toward him, possessively bringing me closer to his body; his teeth skidded over my neck, his hands grasping me more harshly. I was shaking so hard by now that I could barely control myself. I bucked up, bringing myself even closer to him, settling my ass against his crotch like it belonged there—or something equally corny. Itachi responded almost violently, crashing his hips against mine, it hurt but I liked it. I don't know how long this teasing went on, I couldn't think enough to keep track of time and his hands were squeezing in all the right places and at just the right times.

I realized I was becoming naked very quickly when I lifted my legs, allowing him to remove my boxers. I was a little worried now, mostly horny, and afraid that he wanted to have sex. I wasn't sure I wanted something like that to happen.

"Maybe we should stop..." I whispered but he ignored me, sliding his hands lavishly over my body.

I couldn't protest anymore after that because he started doing things to me down there that I had never felt before in my life. I was moaning by now, loudly, and I just couldn't stop myself so Itachi stuffed his shirt into my mouth, smirking at me as he continued the harsh ministrations. His mouth never touched my penis; it was all his hands, pressing me, pumping me, teasing me.

I could have never done it as well as him.

I came in an explosive spray, my eyes glazing over, my heart racing. Itachi looked at me, just watching me, and I couldn't think of why he would do that.

"What?" I asked as I spit out the shirt; my mouth was very dry. Itachi ignored my question and grabbed a beer from the nightstand. I guzzled some of the alcohol to take away my cotton mouth from the weed. "Why are you lookin' at meh like that?"

He looked away, his dark eyes brooding, and didn't answer. I ignored it after that, assuming that he would tell me eventually. Maybe…

He took me outside, to smoke a cigarette, I told him I didn't want to but he told me I would when I tried it. I thought about how ironic that was, seeing as nicotine is super addictive, but I took a drag anyway. Instead of feeling sick like I expected I felt good, my high and drunkenness kicked my ass once more and I fell onto Itachi after only one drag. He didn't protest, just took the cigarette and helped me back into the house once he was done smoking it. Itachi gently put me into 'my' room, knowing that the moment I opened my mouth to Sasuke I would blab. In the morning I would have more self-control but not right now.

"Good night, Naruto-kun," he whispered and walked out of my room.

I moaned and opened my eyes a crack, my head pounding harshly. Sasuke was standing over me and I squinted at him.

"Why are you in here?"

I shook my head, looking around and noticing that I was not in Sasuke's room. I was as shocked as he was when I answered "I have no idea."

"Don't fuck with me, Naruto!!" he grabbed me, slamming my head into the headboard. "Tell me where you were last night around the time I heard loud moans coming from Itachi's room!"

I was flabbergasted, what had happened last night? "I'm telling you I have no idea! The last thing I remember from last was you telling Itachi to not take me away from you in your sleep."

Sasuke stood over me, his grip unbelievably tight, an insane anger shinning in his black eyes. And just like that it was over, he released me and I gasped for breath, gently rubbing my sore neck. The Uchiha wasn't done though; he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing me harshly and suddenly. His lips were smooth but hard, like cold granite. I didn't move, I just let him kiss me; let him get whatever the hell was in his system out.

"What the hell?" I asked in a surprisingly calm voice once he pulled away from me. He glared angrily, pulling my hair so that my throat was exposed to him. He put his nose to my throat, sniffing me.

"You smell like sex."

I searched my memory, trying to remember if what was there was a dream or not. "I honestly don't know why..." Sasuke shoved me deeper into the bed, his eyes blazing with anger as he snarled at me, his hands bruising my shoulders.

"Do you want me to prove it?"

"Prove what?" I snapped at him, pushing him to try and shove him off of me.

"You are mine!" I saw his mind blank, I watched as he changed into Sasuke 2.0. Only this time I did not think that this was a joke. He pulled my blanket away from me, ripping off my clothes with enough force to tear them. I bucked up, ready to throw him off of me and beat his ass for seeing me naked and not after I had just taken a shower when he knocked me upside my head and dazed me—the only reason I think it worked was because of my hangover too. My body was limp as he clamped leather straps to my wrists; I had never noticed them being attached to my bed before.

"Stop..." I groaned and he smirked at me with malicious intent.

"But I have to prove to you that no one else can have you."

I built up air into my lungs, ready to yell for Itachi, or anyone, to come and help me. Sasuke rushed toward me, shoving a stray pair of boxers down my throat to make me stop. I tried anyway and only the barest of squeaks escaped. My anger began to show now and I kicked at Sasuke. He laughed as he caught my leg, shoving it down onto the bed and tying it up even as I thrashed aggressively.

Sasuke ran his hands over my body lavishly, enjoying my flesh even as I tried to attack him with my remaining leg. He licked my body, kissing and biting my flesh in alternating movements. I wasn't enjoying it, this was rape and I was getting more pissed by the second. My foot connected with the side of his body, sending him crashing into the door just as someone tried to open it. I wasn't sure if I would be more embarrassed by someone finding us like this or more happy.

Sasuke glared at me, standing and locking the door with a defiant click that made me want to gulp with fear. He then thought better of it and opened the door just enough to slip out.

"What happened?" I heard Itachi through the door and tried screaming again, tried using my tongue to get the damn boxers out of my mouth, tried wrenching my hands or leg free. Nothing worked so I just laid there and waited for Sasuke to get back so I could kick the shit out of him.

"I tripped trying to sneak out of Naruto's room. He's still knocked out." I heard Sasuke lean against the door and I wished that Itachi would investigate.

"Maybe I should check on him..."

My heart soared with delight and hope.

"Why would you care?" Sasuke's tone had become dangerous, and I just knew his eyes were flashing.

"He is a guest in my home; I'm liable while he is here."

"He's fine, promise." Sasuke opened the door a smidge and I caught a glimpse of Itachi before the door shut again. Itachi had been turned away.