Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own Deidara or Itachi
Warning!: This story contains YAOI/SHOUNEN-AI if you don't like it don't read it!
AN: This oneshot is dedicated to Black55widow, who has been wonderful and supportive of my writing for like, ever. So I decided as a thank you to her, and all her kind words to write her a oneshot, Please keep in mind I HAVE NEVER EVER written this before, so it's an entirely new concept to me, but that's what makes it fun! The challenge! So here's to you Black55widow, thank you so much for all of your support!( On an off note I was listening to The Sneaker Pimps WAY too much while writing this The title comes from the song "Loretta young skills")
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To say that Deidara annoyed Itachi was an understatement, the Uchiha could barely stand to be in the same room as the blond for more than a few minutes, before the young mans insolent whining and ranting drove him to a headache. Deidara was annoying, disrespectful and obnoxious, he needed to be taught a lesson.
Needless to say the raven haired man had been wracking his brain for a way to do just that. The young blond just didn't seem to realize just how much he offended and got on everyone's nerves. To make matters worse, not only did he constantly have to deal with the bombers attitude, he had to listen to him argue with his partner, Sasori. They bickered needlessly, all of the time sometimes even into the early hours of the morning. Itachi couldn't grasp why the heartless and stoic suna-nin hadn't taken it upon himself to show the brat some discipline.
He sighed in discontent, he was just going to have to teach the petulant artist some respect. The next time he saw the arrogant blond, he would receive proper punishment for his behavior. He sunk back deeper against the plush chair he was sitting in, the common room was completely empty at this time of day, and it was a good place to sit, and be alone to think. His solemn thoughts were harshly interrupted, as without warning the door to the common room was suddenly slammed open, and who should walk through that door, but the blond. Itachi rolled his eyes as the younger man stomped over to the couch, throwing himself roughly down upon the plush material, and beginning to bitch to no one in particular, about what else, but Sasori.
The Uchiha turned, throwing a deadly glare at the bomber, not bothering to try and hide his obvious discontent. Turning he caught the blonds gaze, his sharringan starting to swirl slowly.
"I suggest you complain to someone who gives a shit, Deidara, some of us are sick of hearing it"
The blond snorted audibly.
"You don't have to be suck a dick, Itachi, un"
In a flash the Uchiha was on his feet, his hands wrapped dangerously around Deidara's throat.
"I suggest you learn to hold your tongue, someone might decide to cut it out of that pretty little head."
The clay artist struggled fervidly against the raven haired mans grip, the Uchiha responded to his efforts by slapping him sharply across the face. Smiling to himself as the blond whimpered in pain, his smile becoming sadistic as he looked down at the younger man, noting how he was fidgeting, trying desperately to hide his arousal.
Itachi chuckled aloud, grabbing the blue eyed beauty by his long mane of golden hair, dragging him down the hallway and into his chambers. Throwing open the door, he roughly threw the blond onto the bed, ripping the thin shirt from his body and using it to bind his hands tightly to the headboard.
Deidara struggled wildly in vain, tears beginning to prick at his vision as he cried out to the older man.
"Itachi-sama, please..."
He was cut off as again the sharringan user backhanded him in the face, a strangled moan leaking past his lips at the force of the strike.
"Lesson number one, Deidara, you're better seen, not heard"
Deidara shivered at the older mans tone, he felt humiliated, and venerable, whimpering pathetically like a helpless animal.
The Uchiha ducked down, reaching underneath his bed, finding what he was looking for and smiling evilly, returning to the blonds vision he sharply cracked the whip he now held in his hands. Watching as the defiant expression on Deidara's face melted to a look of sheer terror.
"Now then, you have been rather irksome lately, you need to be taught a lesson, if you're a good boy through this, I promise to let you go, if not..."
Itachi smiled darkly, moving quickly towards the blond and cupping his chin gently, his lips barely brushing against the artists as he whispered.
"There will be consequences"
Taking a few steps back from the immobilized blond he swiftly brought the whip down on his bare chest, lashing him repeatedly, his strikes growing progressively more and more violent. After a few minutes, he felt a dull ache in his shoulder, striking the smaller man one last time, his crimson eyes traveling down the artists lithe body to settle on the obvious bulge in his pants. Smirking he trailed his hand gently up the bombers thigh, clutching his arousal firmly through the thin fabric of his pants.
"Well, well, it looks like someone is enjoying himself, what a little slut you are, Deidara"
His breathing ragged, Deidara looked angrily up at the older man.
"Fuck...You...un"
Itachi's gaze darkened as his grip on Deidara's clothed erection grew tighter, clamping down on the sensitive area painfully. The blond moaned loudly, pleading with the Uchiha to stop, but Itachi didn't stop, increasing the pressure of his grip yet again, relishing the wonderful noises that escaped his captive's lips. Moving slowly on top of the smaller man, he captured his lips in a rough kiss, replacing the hand on the others member, by grinding his hips into the blonds, hard.
"Lesson two, Deidara, Always do what you are told by your superiors, without question. Did I tell you that you could speak?"
The blond shook his head sheepishly, making sure not to make a sound.
Itachi smiled, devilishly tangling his hands in soft golden hair tenderly.
"Good boy, when I'm finished with you, you will be a vision of perfect grace"
Swiftly, Itachi moved, shedding his clothing, and removing the blonds pants, the younger man wanted to cry out in protest but feared what would happen if he made even the slightest noise. Gingerly the older man placed two fingers at the bombers lips, Deidara looked up pathetically at the crimson eyed man, the look on his face begging him not to do this.
"Suck, Blondie, or do you want me to tear that sweet ass?"
Reluctantly, Deidara obeyed the older mans wishes, cursing himself for getting into this situation, he should have gone and complained to Hidan, sure the silver haired man would have told him to fuck off, but nothing like this.
When Itachi felt that his fingers were wet enough he pulled them from the smaller mans mouth, leaning down and attacking the blonds neck to distract him from what was about to happen. Deidara cried out in pain as without warning Itachi shoved both fingers into him none to gently, he could feel blood flowing from the bite the Uchiha had just inflicted on his neck, the older man now proceeding to thrust his fingers back and forth roughly as he licked the blood from the wound. Deidara couldn't hold back his moans as the fingers inside him teasingly brushed that sweet bundle of nerves sending shivers down his spine. He whined in protest as the fingers suddenly withdrew from him, and something much larger was pressed against his entrance.
Itachi wasted no time, un-binding the blonds hands and grabbing his hips roughly pulling him into his lap as he forcefully thrust into him. Deidara wove his hands in raven hair as the Uchiha entered him, his face twisting in a mix of pleasure and pain. Itachi watched intently, mesmerized, the look on Deidara's face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, pulling almost all of the way out of the younger ninja, he thrust back in forcibly, quickening his pace and pushing deeper into the bomber. Deidara cursed his body as he began to thrust his hips downwards to meet the Uchiha's pace, the older man responding by sharply dragging his nails down his sides, lacerating the tender flesh with ease, and smiling as the artists cries of pleasure filled his ears. Now that Itachi knew just how much of a masochist Deidara was, the younger man would never bother him again.
Deidara saw white as Itachi slammed into his prostate, the pressure in his loins building and driving him insane, without thinking he grabbed firmly a hold of his weeping arousal, pumping himself in time with their shared motions. Itachi grabbed a handful of the brats long hair yanking him closer as he kissed him forcefully, biting his lips hard, and trailing his kisses along the artists sculpted jaw.
"That's right, play with yourself for me you little slut"
He said, biting the bombers ear sharply, his teeth nearly piercing the tender flesh, Deidara couldn't take it anymore, spilling his seed onto their chests as Itachi bit him again. Feeling the tightness of the blond clamp down around his member like a vice, Itachi came soon after wards, filling the smaller man to the brim with the white sticky substance.
Carelessly, he pulled out of the younger man tossing him down onto the soft bed.
"Are you going to behave now, Deidara?"
Itachi said, cupping the smaller mans chin gently.
Deidara lowered his eyes, afraid to meet the older mans crimson gaze and meekly answered the question.
"Yes Itachi-sama"
Itachi laughed to himself, the blond had been much easier to break than he had thought, kissing Deidara's abused lips gently he ran his hands tenderly over his slender form, through his long silken hair.
"Good boy, now I'm tired of your presence, get out of my sight"
Deidara solemnly slipped off of the bed, gathering his clothing and redressing quickly before slipping out the door, looking over his shoulder, and defiantly sticking his tongue out at the older man.
Itachi chuckled
"Keep misbehaving Deidara, you know whats going to happen if you do"
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AN: There you go hun! I hope you like it!