Setting: AU
Rating: M
Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x Deidara
Warnings: Language, Sexual references

Bonus Authors Notes: My AU boys are back! This is just a teaser mwahahaha I'm evil. This one I will be holding off of posting more until its finished… well maybe the first chapter since I will be putting it on my writing journal first so if you want to see it fast you know where to go -points- It's in my Profile

Prologue

"Can you read me that message again?"

Something just didn't seem right about the text message that came through on his cell thirty minutes prior that ended the two of them back inside the magnificent black sports car, breaking the sound barrier bellowing down the road at 180km/h to make it back into the city. A simple weekend away out on the beachside had been cut short abruptly by the vibrating of the cell phone working deeper into the sand the longer he ignored it, the two of them were purposely ignoring any distractions as they were naked together on the crystal white sand of the secluded beach house they had rented for a getaway.

Willing tongues intertwined together, the slip of fingers through the long blond mane that cascaded over his shoulders, spilling over onto his chest as they locked together in a passionate kiss. It had been three painstakingly long months since they had been together, always apart with the distance between them only contact through streaming mobile video and provocative shots sent through multimedia messaging. Each other's voice while so close on the phone reminded them of the remoteness between each other.

But now they had been reunited for the break as short as it was but they were going to make the best out of it, lying in each other's embrace, gliding between the sheets - or in his this case, out on the open endless sallow - waiting to give into those sexual urges that burst open since he had returned.

They had almost been together for a year. Together so to speak with the final year of high school finished off for him, heading over to the pristine college that happened to be 1000 kilometers away making their actual year together limited with the time in each other's company. But relationship wise, that was how long it had been, not quite love but yet not fully driven on hating passion towards each other. It was at a steady mutual like.

Except now it was totally driven by lust as erections grinded against each other, heated kisses becoming more wanting, wandering hands recapping what the other felt like as whispered words of longing was spoken. They were ready for each other as the blond shifted himself up high posing himself above the thick tip of his lover, prepared for him to break through that what seemed like his virgin tight boundary to fill his backside with his...

"I need you both here. It's an emergency, un."

And that was as far as it got because they were forced to race back to the side of one of the closest joint friends they had. Some kind of medical disaster or complication that required them to leave what would have been mind-blowing sex in the past. There still could have been a chance that they could if he only answered his phone which lead them to believe that something major was up.

Forty-five minutes it took for them to get back on what would have been at least a two-hour drive. Tires squealing to a dead halt into the parking bay of the widely known garage leading the two teens - well one teen, the other just not long ago turned twenty to take him out of that age bracket - in the main workshop looking around frantically for the one that that called out for them to return.

"Daichi, where are you?" the blond called out at the top of his lungs receiving a swarm of faces back in his direction. Every single one of them cocked their eyebrows at the hectic pace they were moving.

Laughter escalated throughout the small group huddled over cars working, some just standing around talking but everyone of them found their mood amusing. "He's taking a shit," one of the chuckled with a point towards the back area. "Yeah you can wipe his crack for him if you want to Princess."

Okay, emergency or not, normal movements of bowels were going to happen but did it had to be at a time like this when they needed to know answers on why they were called away from their little love nest. No one else was talking, instead returning to their own conversations leaving the dumbfounded duo out of it.

Maybe it was Rin or worse… Milkshake! His poor little baby might have been hurt especially around inconsiderate bastards like they who wouldn't look out for the small undersized kitten who had a fascination of sleeping on the cooling engines. All it took was one of them to start it up without looking to have him spin around a few fan belts like caught inside a dryer being tossed out into churning blades…………

"DAICHI GET OUT HERE NOW, UN!" He was getting himself worked up into a state of panic and they really had no idea what was going on.

"Jesus Dei, I'm not deaf." Although there was a good chance he was now after the shrill scream that almost made his ear drums burst causing bleeding.

Standing in front of them was the man in question, the one who sort them out requested that they returned for some kind of importance, even if he didn't tell them that he was in the room, his spiked sapphire hair surely would have gave him away in a crowd. And Deidara had locked straight onto him, storming up looking straight up with the distance between heights demanding an answer.

"Where is Milkshake?" he huffed, hands on hips. Emergency forgotten and now the tiny black and white patchy kitten was the only thing important in his mind.

Wriggling his finger around in his ear he worked the capability to hear back into his canal, glancing down once the ringing stopped. "He is with Mikoto," he replied, not backing down from the glare of hate he was receiving, instead popping a rock candy into his mouth completely unfazed by Deidara and his eccentric moods. If looking like a female was bad enough, he swore that he mood swung once a month like a woman surfing the crimson wave.

"My mother?" the silent one standing back finally spoke up.

Pushing the blond to the side with one hand, he moved in towards Itachi since he was the one that he was more interested in for the moment, nodding with his arms crossed against his chest. "Yeah he kept on sleeping on engines. Almost got sucked into a fan belt."

Deidara's heart leapt up into his chest knowing that his hypothesis could have been try but thankfully he caught onto the part where he said 'almost', allowing his heart to cram back down his throat into its hiding hole again. "So what's the big emergency then? This better be something worthwhile, un."

Especially since he was about to get himself laid but at least he was glad that Milkshake was safe with someone who was more than capable of taking care of him. He would have went straight to her if it didn't feel so awkward going up to the parent of someone who might have been his boyfriend, - he wasn't too sure if they were that since it was never formally discussed - and asked her to take care of the present that her son have him before he ran away for college.

Sliding up onto the bonnet of the Chevy he had been contracted to restore, Daichi's foot embedded into the fender using it for his foot rest, sucking on the sweet in his mouth indulging himself in the sugar goodness. "I need Itachi to go to America for me… well you too," he finally stated the pressing matter that had sent them scurrying back.

In his own mind this was an emergency and if he turned around and sent a message saying 'Come back, need you to race' he was certainly have received one back saying 'Fuck you, sex time' so this eliminated the problem. Those two were so predictable.

Dead silence. So quiet that a cricket caught in one of the vents could he clearly heard chirping away which was the only thing that broke the thick air of tension in the place. America… he had forced them away from steamy sex making it sound like someone had died with the short basic plain message for them to go to America.

"I need you to race over there."

No sex for racing. While the Uchiha would have gladly raced for him given that he would do anything to feel that heart pumping adrenaline that only the open road could give while you were speeding through the tight hairpins, sex with Deidara came very close to simulating the same effect. Sometimes even better especially went it was in the back seat of a car combining the two worlds.

Instead he had been left with a painful hard on while he drove back, the mood totally killed with not even a continuation on the way back, both worried to death to care about that. Now he was certainly caring about it.

"I'm not going," Itachi simply stated to him, ready to stand firm as a result.

Deidara too united in with rebuttal, puffing his cheeks out crossing his arms standing his ground as well. "Me neither, un."

He was appalled by the hostility received by them, hell he freely gave them the chance to join the mile high club to add to the escalating places they were known to have quite open public relations in, this was an opportunity for them. Crunching away on the last of his candy, he swallowed the small particles, sliding down the off the glossy paintwork with a stern look splash across his face.

"After all I have done for you," he sighed rolling his eyes, poking at the ring piercing through his lip swirling it around in circles as he drew in closer. "And this is how you repay me?"

Upset with them? Not at all, in fact he was going to milk this for all it was worth, laying the guilt trip card would just be the start of it if he didn't get his way. This wasn't just a race; this was an opportunity of a lifetime that he was freely handing over to them instead of someone else that would have jumped at the prospect. Just because they were the best he had, he just couldn't let that fact on especially Deidara, didn't want to get his head more bloated than what it already was. "Do you really want me to point it all out for you?"

Intently he looked between them waiting for the slightest flinch of doubt, Deidara was a tough one to crack but if Itachi changed his mind they had had them both in the bag. Everything was hushed once again; even the ones out the back had stopped to listen to the commotion, intently waiting the answer that would be given.

"What about my car?" and he had got him.

Grinning widely, Daichi slapped two plane tickets in their hands with a nod. "You can't get it by customs fast enough so it will stay here. Mikoto already brought your bag around and Dei, I packed all your shit from here so you are all set to go." He was very proud of himself, best performance yet. "There will be someone meeting you when you land. Your plane leaves in an hour."

Still stunned by how quickly that went down, the two boys blinked towards each other and then at the back of the man walking way carrying on like nothing had happened to work back on the car, suckling on another candy.

Something radically strange just happened that they couldn't explain, somehow standing their ground quickly was turned around leaving them with no choice but to abide by his wishes. Now they were there with pre-prepared luggage and two tickets to another country with no explanation on what was going to be happening in the foreign land except for the word that there was going to be a race.

Picking up his duffel bag from the ground, the short blond slung the pack over his shoulder returning back the way they came towards the car, looking back at the workshop still bewildered by it all. "We just got played didn't we?" That bastard, he had it planned from the beginning.

With a sigh in return, Itachi nodded getting into the car and starting up the rumbling roar of the rotary engine. "Yeah," he replied, reversing out of the driveway heading straight to the international airport.

Tokyo, Japan. 12:05pm

Rushing through the check in with the final call for their flight to leave, Itachi and Deidara dashed through the crowds charging for the gate with their tickets waving up in the air calling out that they were for bound for that flight. Just as the gate was closing they let them through, ushering them into their seats out of breath from the hard run, slumping back as they prepared for takeoff.

At least it was starting to pick up again with the warm arms wrapping around his chest, the playful male snuggling in close excited about the trip they were about to take explaining he had never been to America before. In fact he hadn't been on a plane since his trip from his country of birth bound for his residence in Japan.

"Can you speak English?" Itachi asked curiously, closing his eyes resting his head to the side so the window was in clear view to watch the plane start its accent.

Purring happily against him, Deidara settled against him ready for the long flight again. "Milkshake," he murmured speaking the only word he knew.

All optimism about this just flew straight out the window and got sucked into the turbines of the jet rapidly hurdling towards the clouds. No sex, no car, no clue what was going on and a boyfriend that didn't speak a scrap of English. His time off was just getting better and better.