Disclaimer: The series is not mine and never will be. In this world, anyway.
Warning: Graphic yaoi. Kisame x Deidara. If you don't like yaoi, don't say I didn't warn you if you read and are traumatized and/or disgusted.
Edit: I went through this again and timed it so that it didn't read so fast. I managed to (somewhat) space it out, and added a few little details that you don't really notice but add to the story's character. Haha.
Also, I'm thinking I will continue this in a bit… I'm going to my grandma's house for the next few days, so I won't be getting started on it right away. It might not have a consecutive outline, either, but I'm not sure yet. I just know that quite a few people liked this, so I'll continue for them and the pairing's sake.
1. Reunion
"'same-san, 'm back, un!" Deidara yelled as he catapulted into the Kiri nukenin's room. He jumped onto the shark man and hugged him. He had just come back from a three month mission, and had missed his rather possessive lover.
Kisame chuckled and hugged the blonde back. He was glad to see the artistic bird-lover again, as they so rarely were at the hideout at the same time. It made their relationship difficult to maintain, but they both worked hard at it, and almost never had fights- they could never be sure if they would see each other again once they parted for various missions.
All in all, it was a very good partnership. If they were at the base at the same time, they'd be inseparable and do all sorts of things as though joined at the hip. They'd spend the nights in either Kisame or Deidara's room, and go out to the village a few miles away for lunch or dinner.
One of their small rituals that helped add order to their life was that they would fill each other in on what had happened during their mission or missions. As Kisame had just gotten back a week earlier, he went first, breaking from the embrace to step a respectable distance away, staring blankly at his friend.
"Eh, it was just a stakeout," he told the artistic blonde, waving a hand dismissively. "We watched this daimyo in Kumo for a month and then stole a few scrolls from him about the Nibi. The leader figures that the nekomata is somewhere up there."
Deidara nodded, noting the odd glint in his friend's eye. He grinned to himself, knowing what would come after he gave his report. "We were mapping the area around Sunagakure, un, and learning the layout of the land in a one hundred kilometer radius for when we go after the Ichibi, un. I think I'll always have that map of Suna imprinted on my memory, un!"
Kisame smiled absently and kissed the blonde on the nose. He gazed down at the bird-like blonde. Desire and sexual tension from the past three months built up, and the need to release it had become inevitable the moment the blonde had entered his room.
In short, he really, really wanted- needed- to take him, soon… so he did.
He snatched up Deidara and dragged him into a hot possessive kiss. The blonde squeaked at the rough treatment and then relaxed into the blue man's hold, wrists in one of his lover's hands, an arm around him. Feverishly, Kisame undid the catches on the artist's cloak and yanked it off. He broke off the kissing long enough to rip off the fishnet shirt beneath that, and resumed making out.
The half-naked blonde squirmed in his hold, turning him on even more. He smirked and paused, saying, "What?"
Deidara scowled at him, hair mussed. "You better not be in clothes while I'm naked, un!"
Kisame grinned, showing all of his teeth as he leaned down close in. "I won't be," he said, snickering and letting go of his boyfriend. He pulled off his own cloak and then yanked the protesting blonde in close again, halting the other's complaints in another kiss. The hand not occupied with his boyfriend's arms quickly divested the blonde of any remaining clothing. He ground their hips together, grinning to himself at Deidara's gasp in reaction.
He let go of his koi's wrists and fisted some of the blonde hair, kissing the teen's jaw and making his way down the other's neck. Deidara moaned, momentarily diverted in his quest to rip off Kisame's shirt. A few seconds later, when he could think again, he managed to do so.
Skin met skin as the two stumbled onto the bed, Kisame shucking off pants on the way. They wrestled around on the bed, Kisame doing his best to pin his lover down and wear him out.
Eventually, he sat up on the edge, the blonde in his lap. One blue arm was across a pale chest, once again holding onto the hands, preventing them from escaping. The other arm clung to Deidara's waist, crushing him against Kisame. The blonde was straddling the other, panting for breath after the violent tussle. Kisame was sucking on the junction of the neck and shoulder, sharp teeth inflicting tiny cuts that he smoothed away with a skilled tongue.
A minute passed by, Deidara's breath slowly returning to normal. He shifted impatiently, tired of waiting, and sitting on what felt like a rock. He scowled darkly, muttering, "Come on, un…. We haven't got all day, un."
Kisame shifted his hips and growled lowly, pleased with the shudder of surprise that ran through Deidara's frame and the small gasp that was elicited from the action as he cut off the muttering. He never did have patience for complaints.
He repeated it, hearing the blonde groan at building tension. The arm around his lover's waist let go of its hold, and callused fingers traced around the blonde's chest and toned stomach, then down to the sensitive inner thighs. Deidara was moaning, and the vibrations traveled through the Kiri missing nin. Slowly, the hand traveled up a little, and Kisame inserted one finger inside the artist.
Deidara shifted slightly in discomfort, and whimpered when a second was added, stretching him further than usual. Kisame kissed up and down the other's neck in an effort to relax him a little. The blue man waited for his lover to adjust, and slowly scissored the two, stretching him a little more. He withdrew.
Deidara gasped as something much larger and longer filled him. Pain slowly grew, and he whimpered again.
Kisame moved slightly in an effort to find that spot, changing the angle of his entry, and the effect was instantaneous. The blonde arched and keened as his lover hit the bundle of nerves inside him. The pain drained away, and he needed more. But… Kisame wasn't moving. The lack of motion was becoming unbearable. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"'same," he groaned. "'same… more…"
Kisame smirked and moved again. Deidara gasped and arched for a second time, struggling a little, hands straining to move down to his neglected and throbbing member that was demanding more and more attention from the Kiri nin's actions. They were held in place by Kisame's large hand, keeping him from moving. He shifted, trying to pacify the feeling of need, but it did nothing. He groaned again.
"Please… more… un, please…" he begged.
Kisame grinned. He half lifted the blonde in his lap, and slammed him back down. Deidara keened wildly, jerking back.
Now Kisame let go of his wrists, but he put his elbows in front of and between the other's arms and sides, effectively trapping them, and fisted the blonde, who reflexively bucked in his grasp. One thumb drew a circle lazily on his lover's head, and then squeezed both fists as he thrust again. Deidara screamed, hands scrabbling for something to hold on to. They closed on the bedcover. The blonde gasped raggedly as he tried to focus on the real world, but Kisame repeated his previous actions and the artist lost his grip on his thoughts as the sensations went through him like a tidal wave.
The shark man slowly began to pick up speed, slowed down, then went faster, teasing his blonde lover. Deidara began to make a ragged keening sound punctuated with gasps and cries as the pace became more brutal, starting to solely go faster as Kisame's control slipped. Finally, the blonde lost it and climaxed with a loud cry, collapsing against his lover. Kisame grit his teeth as the tight ring of muscle squeezed briefly, thrust one last time, and came violently, body shuddering with effort.
He pulled out slowly, settling the artist against him. Both were breathing hard, and sat there, resting.
The quiet became silent as both caught their breath and started to relax slightly.
"Come on," Kisame said at last. "Let's go take a shower."
Deidara's chest rose and fell slowly as he sat comfortably against the blue-skinned man. "Mmmmm," he said lazily. He wasn't really concerned with taking a shower, though he knew in the morning he'd regret it if he didn't. He stretched and settled back against his boyfriend.
Kisame moved suddenly, picking up the blonde bridal style as he stood up, and walked to the shower amidst the startled squeaks of his koi. He ducked into the small shower unit and turned on the hot water, yanking the hair tie that held the blonde's long hair in place out. He tossed it by the sink, and pushed Deidara straight into a stream of hot water, eliciting a yelp from the blonde.
They both washed themselves off quickly, as the water heating systems in the hideout weren't the best and would give out hot water for only a brief time, and dried off, going back into the room. Kisame sank onto the bed with a groan, dragging Deidara along with him, who tucked his head under Kisame's chin and nestled up close to his lover, arms around his neck, humming slightly. Kisame shifted into a more comfortable position, and wrapped both arms around the clingy blonde. He fell into a doze as they just relaxed. The room was silent.
Deidara kissed his neck. "…'m glad t' see you again, un."
"… love you too."
A/n- I think I've only seen this pairing once, but it makes sense to me, so I decided to write it. My first lemon, so it probably sucks. I sat at my computer for two straight hours before this was finished.
Nibi- Two tailed demon, most likely a nekomata. Jinchuuriki is a female Kumogakure nin. The Akatsuki pair Hidan and Kakuzu is assigned to this demon. They debuted in manga chapter 312.
Ichibi- One tailed demon, otherwise known as the tanuki Shukaku. Jinchuuriki is everyone's favorite misunderstood psychopathic Gaara. Deidara and Sasori were the duo after this demon; Deidara loses an arm to Gaara and one to Kakashi while Sasori is killed by his grandmother and Sakura, but the demon is extracted from Gaara. He dies and is resurrected.