This'll be a really choppy story. Just letting you know now.

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"Oh god, Sasori. More, more!"

Hinata waited outside the front door of her dorm room, waiting patiently for her roommate to… finish.

"Yes… Yes…!"

She shifted uncomfortably as other dorm residents walked past, giving her both sympathetic and weird looks. She sighed with relief when things in her dorm fell silent. The door opened, and Hinata stepped aside to make room for a girl she recognized as Sakura Haruno. They exchanged awkward glances and decided to never speak of this moment ever again. Hinata sighed again, walking into her room and closing the door.

"Welcome home, darling." Sasori called from the kitchen. Hinata purposefully ignored him, making her way to her room to get ready for bed. She was thoroughly irritated with Sasori and his constant sex. How was it possible that he hasn't contracted some horrible STD?

Well, Sasori was nothing, if not careful.

In the few years that Hinata has known him, she has concluded that he is in fact one of the off people of humanity. Sasori was an odd one, definitely. He was quite neurotic, borderline OCD when you thought about it. He liked the toilet paper to roll a certain way. He timed how long it would take him to make the perfect Macaroni & Cheese and holds to it religiously every Thursday. He cleans and organizes his room, sometimes going over the top and barging into Hinata's room to polish what she already did.

He folds his clothes tightly and organizes them by color.

He alphabetizes his socks.

He rolls the damn toothpaste tube to make sure no drop is spared. He has made it clear that he needs no woman's touch in his life.

He was also very particular about what he revealed to people and what he kept hidden. He no doubt has many secrets, and perhaps it's this air of mystery that draws people to him.

They've been dorm mates since Freshman Year in High School. Their school was the kind that doubles as a college – very private, very high-end. Only the best and richest could attend, the only exceptions being the very talented and promising. The two were among these exceptions, both showing great talent and commitment in most of what they did. However, both were also dirt poor and living off the scraps of the school. (The school may accept students who aren't rich, but that doesn't mean that they have to provide for them, right?)

Hinata often wondered why she was even friends with Sasori. She was neither careful nor strategic, at least not to his extent. Even so, Sasori still bothered to call her things like, "Honey," or "Darling." It stopped bothering her after their first year of being friends. However, there's a somewhat new thing that's been bothering her since the beginning of their Senior year. It's existence has persisted all the way to now, their Sophomore year of college:

Sasori's sex life.

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"What? With who?"

"Sakura Haruno."

Deidara was Sasori's best friend. He was visiting today, as he did every day.

"Ew. What's wrong with you?

Also, he's gay.

Sasori shrugged. "I was at a party… Hinata was out doing whatever she does when she's out, the dorm was empty… It seemed like a good opportunity." Deidara sighed and leaned back in his chair. The two were in the kitchen, lounging around because it snowed heavily the night before.

"Did Hinata walk in on you like last time?"

"No… She waited outside the door."

Deidara was silent. He gave Sasori a sort of glare. Sasori raised his hands up in defense. "Hey, I got home first. She decided to wait, okay?" Deidara shook his head. "That poor thing." He stood up and made his way to Hinata, who was doing her homework in the living room. Sasori followed, rolling his eyes when he saw Deidara hug Hinata from behind. "I'm so sorry that your roommate is a sex-crazed maniac." Hinata wasn't too startled, and actually hugged Deidara back. "I know, I'm sorry, too…" She shot Sasori a look and turned back to her homework.

She was obviously still mad about last night.

"I said I was sorry, Hinata!" Sasori yelled. Hinata only sighed and turned the other direction. Deidara giggled a little and sat next to Sasori on the couch. "You need to do more than that, Sasori." Rolling his eyes again, Sasori stood up and hugged Hinata around the waist. He picked her up and squeezed her tightly. She squealed in surprise and started flailing around. "Let's have make-up sex, Hinata." He started walking toward the bedroom, but everyone knew he wouldn't do anything. He'd never have sex with Hinata unless she asked for it. Probably.

Hinata held still and folded her arms as he threw her onto the bed. The moment he let go of her, she screamed, "HELP, DEIDARA, HE'S RAPING ME, OH MY GOD." Sasori started laughing and tickling Hinata on the sides. Deidara ran in and jumped on the bed, tickling both of them. "Threesome!" he yelled, laughing hysterically. After a good five minutes, the three lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Sasori took Hinata's and Deidara's hands and kissed their fingertips. "This is why you guys are my best friends." They all smiled at each other, happy in the silence between them.

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Sasori and Hinata walked down the canned food aisle of the grocery store. Sasori was picking out ten cans at a time and dumping them into the cart. Hinata only stared at him, a generally annoyed look on her face. He looked at her and said, "It's snowing a lot outside. We're all probably going to get stranded and have no food – but wait!" He held up a can of tomato soup. "Sasori saves the day! His spot-on paranoia and crippling insanity have prevented this dynamic duo (and Deidara I guess whatever) from starving to death!" Hinata giggled and put the can back onto the shelf.

"We can't possibly afford all these cans. How much have you got on you?" she asked, smiling. Sasori pouted as he took out his wallet. "I have… a hundred dollars minus ninety and twenty-two cents." He dug a little deeper into his pocket and pulled out… "And a paper clip." Hinata nodded thoughtfully. "Well, that'll get us about 20 cans, plus the stuff we're already buying. But that money's supposed to last you the entire week, and it's only Tuesday." Sasori joined Hinata in returning the cans to their shelf, keeping one for his lunch tomorrow.

"Well… I'll just have to survive on the food we eat at Itachi's party this Saturday." The two stopped and looked at each other. Hinata gave him a puzzled expression. "Party? Itachi?" Sasori wrapped an arm around her and started walking with her to the next aisle. "Yup! And guess what? I need a date." Hinata huffed. "It's not a formal party, is it?" She made it sound like dressing up for a party was a chore. What kind of girl was she? Sasori tsk'd her and poked her cheek. "It's kinda like a masquerade of some sort. He invited us!"

Hinata took a moment to think it over. She kinda liked the idea of dressing up – she hasn't done that in a while. It might be nice to go to the party… "Okay. I'll go if Deidara goes, too." Sasori gave her a look and said, "Oh, honey, I don't remember giving you the option of saying no. But yes, Deidara's going." Hinata pretended to be mad, but she couldn't hide it very well. She let herself smile a little at him and looked away.

Sasori stared at her for a second. Woah. That was really cute just now, he thought. Suddenly, he felt very awkward around her. Suddenly, he felt like impressing her. Suddenly, he felt like torturing himself by stealing glances at her while she wasn't looking – even though they were totally comfortable with staring at each other for extended periods of time.

Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he wondered, is this what love feels like?

For safe measure, Sasori pulled Hinata closer to him by the shoulder. He gave her a serious face and said nothing. "…What are you doing, Sasori? You're acting like a freak." she said, laughing a little. "Hm." Sasori felt himself flutter a little and looked the other way.

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Deidara and Sasori went to the library the day before the party. Deidara was a lover of fine literature, and Sasori was a lover of a different kind of book – facebook. The two often spent hours in the library.

However, today, Sasori had a different internet agenda. He looked up things like, "How do you get a girl to like you?" and "What do girls like?" He got lame answers like, "Just be yourself," and "Flowers and ponies." The internet didn't prove to be helpful at all. Well, there was one suggestion he liked.

"Spend more time together; do what you both like."

That was easy. They already spend a lot of time together, being best friends and roommates. Now, what could they do together that they both liked and was fun?

"Fun things to do with the girl you like…" Sasori jumped and covered the computer screen with his arm. Deidara was standing behind him with a look that read, I KNOW ALL YOUR SECRETS NOW. Sasori felt himself die a little inside.

"Who's the lucky girl, Sasori, hmm? Will she know that you've had sex with every chick in the city before her?" Sasori stayed silent and turned a little red. "It's no one you know, Deidara." He said, which meant nothing because Deidara knew everyone in the entire damn country. If you looked at his list of friends on facebook, he'd have 1,546 friends and 200 friend requests.

Deidara continued to stare into Sasori's soul until he successfully extracted the truth from his eyes.

He did not like what he saw.

"…Really, Sasori?"

Sasori died a little more inside. He felt like all the embarrassment he felt his entire life was suddenly hitting him in the face full-force. It was not pleasant.

"You already torture the poor dear enough, and now you have a crush on her? You need to get your shit together, Sasori." Deidara and Sasori decided to leave the library and go back to the dorm.

Sasori kept his gaze downward, not really knowing why he was feeling ashamed. Perhaps it was because Deidara made him realize that Hinata, bless her soul, has been the good friend all along while he remained the jackass of the group. Deidara stared at Sasori, rolling his eyes at his moping. "Sasori, please. I'm not saying it's bad that you like her. It's just that… I dunno. You should learn how to properly cherish a woman before handling Hinata." Sasori lifted his gaze to stare at Deidara. "What the hell would you know about handling women?"

"Psh. Sasori, I know how to treat them right. You just know how to treat them." Deidara did an incredibly gay (in a non-derogatory way) hair flip and strutted ahead of Sasori, who could only follow.

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Whatever. I'll sweep Hinata off her feet my own way! Sasori and Hinata were getting ready for Itachi's party. He stepped out of his room and waited for Hinata to be ready. Deidara was in the kitchen, playing with the salt shaker.

Sasori briefly wondered what Hinata would be wearing tonight. Would it make him feel like he did in the grocery store? He imagined her hair, how it would fall gently from her shoulders and down her back. He imagined touching that back, caressing the skin and feeling its warmth. He started recalling all those times where they hugged or sat really close to each other and wondered how he felt back then if not how he felt now. Had he always liked Hinata this much?

"Oh, Hinata, you look amazing." Deidara said, smiling. Sasori turned around and was blown away by what Hinata was wearing. It was a white dress with long sleeves and a frilly knee-length skirt. Her hair was up in a cute bun with a few falling strands that complimented her face. Her make-up… She didn't even have make-up on. Did she always never have make-up on? Was she always this beautiful without it?

Sasori was getting confused just looking at her. He felt his face heat up and he turned to stare at Deidara, who gave him a knowing look. He half-smirked at him, and all Sasori could do was suck it up and escort Hinata to the party as planned.

"Shall we?" Hinata said, taking Sasori's arm before he could offer it to her. He stiffened a little, but quickly relaxed. He was going to have fun, okay?

"When was the last time you even talked to Itachi?" Deidara asked. Sasori and Hinata shrugged together. "We might have had a college class together. Once. Maybe." Sasori said. "I bumped into him in the hallway once. He said 'Excuse me, Hinata,' so I guess he knows my name." Deidara nodded. "Hmm… I don't recall ever talking to him in a meaningful conversation… But it was nice of him to invite me to his little get-together…"

Itachi was the 'rich' part of the student body. His family, the Uchiha clan, owned an elite law agency. Naturally, he wanted to be a lawyer when he grew up. The school saw great promise in him, so they let him live in the nicer, bigger dorms on campus.

The closer they got to the party, it seemed, the nastier the people got. It was mainly because half the women attending the party slept with Sasori at one point in time, and they all hated him for his playboy attitude. That, or they were extremely jealous of Hinata for being able to spend so much time with him.

"Oh, look, it's Sasori's new sex toy."

"I wonder how many times she's had him."

Sasori shifted uncomfortably. Jesus, did I sleep with everyone at this party? Damn! He glanced at Hinata, who seemed to be ignoring everything and enjoying the walk. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

A girl walked up to them, a drunk expression on her face. "Oh looook. It'z Szazoriii. Who'z dis chick, huh?" She poked a finger into Hinata's arm. It made her uncomfortable, and she shot her a glare. Sasori glanced at Deidara, who had his own problems being flirted with a couple of other drunk girls. Oh shit. I don't even remember who this chick is! Sasori gulped uncomfortably while Hinata got verbally assaulted.

"Wha'za hell's yer problem, huh! Who d'ya think ya are!" the girl kept yelling. Hinata stood her ground, not amused. "Juss cuz yer Sazori's new toy doezn't mean you're anyzing special! Juss you wait, he'll dump ya like the rest of us!" Sasori clenched his hand into a fist. Hinata put her hand on the fist, calming him down a little. "A' leass he's great in bed! Ho boy, he'll make you feel gooooodd…" the girl staggered away, oddly satisfied with herself.

Sasori let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Hinata sighed as well, and the two slowly made their way to the dorm. Deidara disappeared somewhere, so the two made it a point to stick together in the mess of people.

Inside, everyone was dancing to the songs the DJ put out. They were hardcore grinding songs, and everyone who wasn't already having sex was dry-humping, and those who weren't doing that were passed out, drunk on the couches. Sasori and Hinata automatically made their way to the drinks table, trying to order something without alcohol in it. However, there was no such thing on the menu, so they settled for drinking shots of their weakest blend.

Deidara found them eventually and sat at their table. "Women are disgusting creatures sometimes." He said in distaste, eyeing the women who talked to him earlier. "No offense, Hinata." He said as an afterthought. Hinata shrugged. "This party kinda blows… we can have a better time with just the three of us!" she said, taking another sip of her drink. "I know… everyone's drunk and having sex… it's kinda awkward." Sasori agreed. "Well… we could always leave." Deidara said.

No one heard him over the sudden explosion of dubstep from the speakers.

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Hey, guys.

So.

This is my first time writing a rated M fic because of sex.

Sex sex sex sex sex.

It'll be one of my more crude stories, I'm warning you now.

"TWA, that's so unlike you!"

I know, I know.

Enjoy...