Deidara lay sprawled out on top of the bed covers with his hands positioned behind his head. He sighed and cursed himself for once again thinking back to that day in the forest as he felt his cheeks turning red.

"Damn that Itachi...hmm!" He blinked and removed his gaze from the cream colored ceiling to the door to his bedroom. Itachi's room was a few doors down from his, all the way at the far end of the hallway. He wondered what the weasel did by himself, locked up in that room of his all of the time. Maybe Uchihas were just naturally seclusive?

He yawned and scratched the back of his head in an attempt to convince himself of his sleepiness. He scratched his chest. Of course he couldn't really test his theory seeing as Itachi himself had annihilated his clan years ago. That guy is just so full of secrets! Maybe I should just go over there and find all of them out!

"Hmm!" He suddenly sat up in bed, eyes gleaming with determination, and adjusted his grey nightshirt. He would uncover all of Itachi's secrets! Or so he told himself as he silently opened the door and crept down the seemingly unending hallway toward Itachi's room. The journey consisted of a few terror-stricken moments, including when Tobi -damn him- yelped in his sleep, and when Deidara had second thoughts and paused part way through. Despite all of his nerves and worries though, Deidara finally managed to stop right outside of Itachi's room and released a silent sigh of relief.

I totally made it! He slowly pulled the door open as the pounding of his heart grew louder and louder, seeming to explode at the moment when he saw it: faint light in the corner of the room near Itachi's bed. For an excruciating second he thought that the bastard was awake, but after a few moments of listening to the Uchiha's soft breathing he realized that he was most definitely asleep.

A small bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face. The guy sleeps with a nightlight? Deidara suppressed a chuckle and bit his lip. He probably had just fallen asleep with his reading light on. Yeah, that was it.

He swallowed and took a slight step through the doorway and gazed around the room that had previously been shrouded in mystery. Books lay neatly tucked away on large shelves near the wall on the right, and a small wooden desk was positioned near the door to the left. The back wall was completely white aside from one tiny spot of color above Itachi's bed, which was perpendicular to the doorway.

Deidara took another few steps and sniffed. The air near to the bed smelled faintly of something very Itachi and he felt himself being drawn to it as he crept closer.

His breath suddenly caught in his throat when he realized how close to the bed he had gotten. He stared down at the raven-haired man, who seemed to be sleeping soundly. His bangs lay untidily across his face, while his hands rested on his stomach, which rose and fell gently. All was quiet in the room aside from Itachi's near silent breaths that were released from his slightly parted lips.

Deidara found his face getting hot as he reached his arm almost unconsciously towards the perfect face. What am I doing? I just came here to find something out about him right? If he catches me I'm as good as dead! Hmm! His arm seemed to move on it's own as he brushed the Uchiha's bangs aside and traced his bottom lip with his index finger. So beautiful...a work of art.

Suddenly his wrist was snatched in a bone crushing grip and two crimson eyes were glaring up into his. "What do you think you're doing?" Itachi demanded quietly. The color all but drained from Deidara's face as he tried to find the right words, some excuse that could possibly get him out of dying that night. Whatever words he decided to use caught in his throat. "Well?" Itachi's sharingan bore into him, into his eyes, his soul. Deidara shut his party to avoid getting caught in a genjutsu, and partly out of embarrassment. "Fine, Don't answer then."

In a split second Itachi had released Deidara's arm and had rolled over on his side, facing away from him. After a few moments Itachi broke the silence. "Even if you won't answer me I know why you came here: It's pretty chilly towards the other end of the hallway, isn't it?"

Deidara swallowed. "...Hmm." After a few more seconds passed, Itachi sighed and lifted up the blankets towards Deidara's side, still facing away from him.

"I said you're probably pretty chilled, Deidara-kun." Deidara stared at the bed wide-eyed. Could I already be under his genjutsu? He grew warmer and licked his dry lips as he continued to stare at the inviting bed. Heart sounding a drum solo in his chest, Deidara sat down on the edge of the bed and then slipped under the covers back to back with Itachi. Almost as soon as he did so, there was a pair of arms around him and a chest pressed into his back. He felt Itachi sigh into his neck.

"See? It's much warmer here." Deidara grunted assent as he stiffly absorbed Itachi's warmth through their clothes. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening! This was the beginning to some twisted genjutsu scenario that Itachi had thought up himself, one sure to shift to torture or something like it soon! He was sure of it!

"...Oi, Itachi no danna..."

"Mhm?"

Deidara's eyes grew dark."I'm sorry about the other day, and for sneaking into your room, I promise it won't happen again, so just release me from your genjutsu!" Itachi pressed his nose into the back of Deidara's neck and whispered.

"Kore wa genjutsu de wa arimasen." Deidara blushed and squirmed as he felt Itachi's fingers lightly dance under his shirt.

"It's not...genjutsu?" The moment Itachi's mouth brushed his cheekbone, he didn't want to believe otherwise. Itachi's hand roamed lower down his body, causing Deidara to jerk. "If it's not genjutsu, then why?" Itachi kissed Deidara's shoulder.

"Because you said you were cold." He said simply before sliding off Deidara's shirt and then his own. Deidara squeaked, face as red as it had ever been as Itachi pressed his chest into his back and intertwined their fingers.

"Hmm." Deidara summoned a little courage and turned his palm up towards Itachi's and stretched out his tongue across his fingers. He was rewarded with a hot lick on the side of his throat to which he responded with a groan. Itachi grinned slightly into his neck as he ran his tongue over the expanse of flesh.

If Itachi had any previous doubts regarding Deidara's virginity, they flew out of the window after that moment. He was squirming around constantly, already panting in short breaths even when he did the slightest thing to him. He ran his fingers slightly under the waistband of Deidara's pants before grabbing his hips and turning him around to face him.

"If you keep moving like that I won't be able to warm you up properly." Deidara shut his eyes in embarrassment yet again and tried his best not to squirm when he felt Itachi's hands drift lower.

"Nnn..." He groaned as Itachi grinded against him and pressed his lips into his painfully slowly. Everything was happening so slowly yet so fast; all at once Deidara was gaining countless first time experiences that kept his heart constantly pounding in his chest. Deidara panted as their lips parted, leaving a trail of saliva.

"Are you sure you want to keep going, Deidara-kun?" Deidara nodded frantically and breathlessly smashed his lips into Itachi's, slipping his tongue inside as he grabbed his arm needily. Itachi was initially was surprised, but after a split second, regained his control and composure, tangling his tongue with Deidara's and sliding his hand back under the waistband of Deidara's pants.

Deidara suddenly pressed his body into the contact and moaned into Itachi's mouth, sliding the tongues on his hands down Itachi's body. He couldn't think, couldn't breath, Deidara just felt the intense need to be closer to the Uchiha. Suddenly Itachi drew a sharp intake of breath causing Deidara to look up at his face, which in the dim light he could have sworn was tinged light pink. Deidara allowed his tongues to roam lower.

Itachi wasn't about to give the newbie any more power. He jerked his hand down, eliciting a loud groan from Deidara which he muffled by skillfully consuming his mouth with his. Deidara blinked his tearing eyes closed just before Itachi released his mouth and moved his hand again. Deidara squeaked again before gasping.

"'tachi...!" He opened his mouth in silent pleasure as shudders wracked his body before collapsing so that his head rested on Itachi's chest.

"Hn." Itachi uttered in triumph before kissing the top of Deidara's head. "Are you warm now?" Deidara buried his face into Itachi's chest, wrapping his arms around him, and Itachi parted his lips in surprise.

"Now I am, hmm."