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Warning: This is boy love (man on man action below, people!), and it so happens to be smutty too.
MA rated this chapter (adults only!). But just a bit.
Don't like, don't read. You have been warned!
Chapter 4: Revalation
Itachi woke up to the sound of clattering dishes. Oddly mellow, it took him a moment to remember where he was, and then where he had been, and then what had happened, up to the last thing he remembered before drifting off. In the worst possible fucking moment.
He looked around in the dark, trying to find something to give him the time. More clattering noises were coming from beyond the room. The kitchen, of course, but what would Dei be doing in the kitchen so early…or so late, as the case may be.
With an explosive sigh, he got up, taken aback for a moment by his complete nudity. Not knowing where the light switch was, he fumbled in the dark until he found his clothes near the bed and dressed quickly.
He made his way quietly through the corridor and to the kitchen. And there Dei was, bare-chested as he mixed something in a pot at the stove. His slacks were riding down his hips, exposing a pair of very lickable dimples. Oh, and his hair was tied in a high ponytail. God. He looked so fuckable it took all Itachi had not to tackle him and hump him right there on the kitchen floor.
He must have made some kind of noise, because Deidara turned to him in surprise. "Shit, E! You scared the crap out of me!" he gasped, brandishing a wooden spoon at him. The smell of garlic and yogurt registered then. Sighing in annoyance, the blond turned back to the pot. "Hungry? I'm making pasta with yogurt."
Itachi approached, scenting the air. "Garlic…and mint."
The blond turned to him with an impressed grin. "Yes. It's a simple Middle Eastern dish a friend taught me. I'm making extra, just in case you decided you wanted some. I…" He blushed suddenly and turned away. "It's served cold, since you don't boil the yogurt once you add it. I thought you might like it."
Babbling. He was babbling. Itachi watched him fuss with the pot before turning off the stove. "I think I might have left it on too long. The yogurt looks a little clumpy," the blond said absently.
He turned right into him, bumping into Itachi's chest. The Uchiha didn't budge. Deidara looked up at him in a mixture of surprise and annoyance. He slid to the side and made his way to the cupboards.
Itachi took the opportunity to look into the pot. Pasta shells were immersed in a yogurt and mint sauce (with garlic), and it did indeed look slightly clumpy. He turned back to the blond, who was taking a dish, a spoon and a fork out before he left the kitchen.
Huh. He was setting an extra spot at the table for him. It would have been cozier to eat in here, but there was no room. If they lived together in his house, they would be able to eat in the kitchen, no problem…Itachi closed his eyes with a grimace. Why his psyche insisted on making Deidara a permanent part of his life, he didn't know and he didn't appreciate it. It was too much too soon! For the both of them.
Deidara came back in and gave him a weak smile that made the Uchiha realize that they needed to talk. The blond took the pot and poured its contents into a glass bowl, then he took that and made for the door. "Come on," he said simply.
Itachi did. It smelled good, as odd a mixture as he thought it. In the living room, the table was set, and Deidara was pouring a generous amount into both plates. Finally, he sat down, looking at the Uchiha expectantly.
Itachi sat down and picked up his fork. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." Deidara winked at him. "I'll make you something else if you don't like it."
They started to eat, and Itachi found that he liked the unusual dish quite a lot. He was pouring a second helping and enjoying Deidara's stories about a younger Naruto (and not so much younger Naruto), and it felt so right, being there with him.
They were still laughing together as Deidara washed the dishes and Itachi dried, at 3 in the morning, and the Uchiha didn't mind one bit. This was the best date he'd ever had, sex included, and they hadn't even gone all the way.
"What time would you like me to wake you tomorrow?" the blond asked him as they stood at the bedroom door.
"Whenever you wake up." Itachi smirked devilishly. "Honey."
Deidara guffawed and punched his arm. "Shut up. I just wake up really early, I thought I'd do you a favor."
"So you don't have a wife complex?"
Deidara looked appalled, and Itachi couldn't help laughing. The man was too easy sometimes.
"A wife complex!" he sputtered.
"You cook, you clean, you want to make me breakfast, you want to have sex with me. Pretty domestic stuff," Itachi teased as he leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the blond's angry blush.
"Fuck you! I'm just neat. And considerate!" he spat in embarrassment, and Itachi had the strongest urge to kiss him. So he did.
A quick tug and the angry golden fireball was flush against him, staring up at him in confusion. Itachi gave him no time to move away, covering his mouth in an innocent, noninvasive kiss that had the blond gasping against him softly. Itachi let his hands roam, running them down the strong, smooth back, around to stroke a flat belly with a gratifying amount of muscle, then sliding his hands just under the waistband of those slacks and running his hands along the edges, feeling every ripple and flex of muscle as Deidara growled against him. He didn't think any woman had ever growled for him before. It was hot as hell!
He growled right back at the feel of the blond's hands slipping under his shirt, and he cried out when his nipples were pinched. Breaking free of the kiss, he looked down at wide blue eyes. Deidara looked intense, and he didn't let him go, tweaking and pinching and twisting lightly, driving him crazy. Itachi groaned and arched into it, just barely hearing Deidara's gasping breaths.
"I love how sensitive you are," Deidara murmured huskily. And then the shirt was pushed up his chest and one of his nipples was being sucked unmercifully. Itachi cried out again and fell back against the door frame, clutching the other man's head.
"Stop," he growled.
Instantly, Deidara lifted his head and let him go. He stepped back, pulling a shaky hand through his long hair and looked at Itachi apologetically. "Got carried away again." He shrugged with an uneasy laugh. "Your fault for being so hot."
Itachi blinked at him, still leaning unsteadily against the frame and trying to catch his breath.
"Look, I'll see you tomorrow. I wake up around eight in the morning, but I'll wake you around ten. More reasonable, I think, considering it's a weekend." A wink later, the blond had disappeared into the living room, and a moment after that, the lights there were turned off.
Itachi stood frozen in the dark, willing his painful erection down and trying to understand what the fuck had happened. Had Deidara slept on the couch when he'd left after eating him? Itachi knew the man felt like he had violated him in some way, but Itachi hadn't realized just how much. It looked like he felt the same now. Was the man stupid? Couldn't he see how Itachi enjoyed everything they'd done? If Itachi was going to keep from coming in his pants, they had to stop…but Deidara didn't know that. Itachi sighed in exasperation, and made his way to the living room.
As expected, the blond was curled up on the living room couch, covered in a thin sheet. Itachi approached the bed, and saw the man sit up at feeling his approach. "E? Is something wrong?" Deidara stared up at him, his blue eyes luminous in the moonlight.
Itachi looked down at him silently at first. This man…How could he doubt his allure for a minute? "Come back to bed, Dei."
The blond blinked. "I thought you'd be more comfortable alone. My bed isn't all that big."
"That's why it's perfect. You promised we'd be sleeping together. Don't change your mind now just because you think you offended me."
The blond gaped at him, his blush obvious even in the near darkness. "I…You mean you weren't…? I thought I'd freaked you out for sure. I can be a little aggressive."
A little? Itachi repressed a grin. "No."
"So you're not worried I might get all perverted on your ass…?" He clamped his mouth shut and averted his eyes, as if the words had reminded him of something shameful. Stupid, beautiful man.
"I'd be very disappointed if you didn't do that to my ass again. Come on." He reached down and grabbed the blond's forearm, pulling him off the couch and into his arms. Deidara stared up at him, wide-eyed with what looked like wonder.
"You really liked it."
"Yes."
"You still want me."
That nearly made Itachi laugh out loud. The problem was that Itachi wanted him too much. "You'd have to be blind to think otherwise."
Deidara grinned up at him and leaned into him, just short of a kiss. "I think I should tell you," he said breathlessly as they breathed each other's air. "I'm usually pretty confident. It's just you who throws me."
Itachi arched a bow. Interesting, and here he'd thought the exact opposite. "Really."
"Oh, yes. Straight man suddenly wants me? I don't get it."
Itachi smirked in amusement and kissed his forehead. "It's hard to explain. I'd just go with it if I were you."
The blond laughed. "What do you think I've been doing?"
Itachi shook his head. "You expect me to change my mind at any moment, don't you?" He wouldn't blame him. Sometimes Itachi wished his Deidara obsession would leave him, and he'd go back to adoring pussy the way he did before they met. It would make his life so much simpler. But the things the blond made him feel…never before had he felt so much with anyone else. Maybe he'd been spending his whole life just waiting to open the door for him. His…soul mate? Did he even believe in such things?
He looked down at troubled blue orbs and frowned. Slowly, he pushed the blond back into the couch and climbed over him, straddling his thighs and staring into his hooded eyes. "Listen to me. I've never wanted anyone more, and not just for sex. I love everything about you. I want to know everything there is to know, and I want us to fuck each other's brains out. Pretty simple."
Deidara was staring at him, eyes shining brightly despite the darkness. "Oh." It was that same breathless, pleased sound he'd made when Itachi had told him he would enjoy bottoming for him.
That should clear up his, apparently, ambiguous intentions. "Still think I'm dangerous?"
Deidara gave him a small smile and reached up to brush some hair out of the Uchiha's eyes. "More than ever."
"I won't change my mind about you."
Deidara grinned. "Okay."
"You don't believe me."
A shrug. "I believe that you believe it. But the heart is not very predictable. And, at least sometimes, neither is a person's sexual preference."
"Dei." Itachi's tone was reproachful and a little pissed. He didn't like to be told that he didn't know his own mind, and he didn't like to know that Dei was with him thinking it could end pretty much any time, no matter what he said.
"I'm not saying that'll happen. Just that it might. And it will hurt me a lot less if I'm prepared for it."
Hurt? "But it'll also feel like you're waiting for me to walk out on you every time we're together. Were you like that with any of your ex-boyfriends?" Itachi was scowling thunderously and he knew it. Dei shook his head slowly and looked away. "Even the one-night stands I've been with didn't treat me this way. Questioning my honor like that."
He heard Deidara gasp as he got up, and stopped cold at the hand that grippe his arm. Such a strong hold. God, that's hot. How would it feel like to take someone whom he could be as aggressive with as he wanted, pushing them both to the limits of physical pleasure? He didn't dare go there with women, they felt so fragile. But Dei…Dei could take everything he gave him and return the favor.
Frustrated as hell at feeling his cock stiffening back up in record time, he pulled his hand away, breaking free before the blond got a chance to explain himself.
"E, I did not mean it like that!" he growled after him.
In the bedroom, Itachi ripped off his tee-shirt and pants, now back in his boxers. He looked around for his clothes.
"What are you doing?"
Deidara was at the door, looking at him in disbelieve, wearing nothing but those damn slacks. Itachi looked away and searched the room for a glimpse of his jeans. "I'm doing what you've been expecting me to do for the last week."
The hurt on his face nearly brought Itachi to his knees in front of him, but no. Being considered some kind of fickle asshole was too much when it was Deidara thinking it. Not when Itachi yearned for him in ways he hadn't anyone else…Just…no.
"Please wait." The throaty growl caught Itachi's attention, and he turned back to the man at the door. Deidara had his eyes close, his countenance strangely agonized. Itachi almost went to him right then. And then that perfect face relaxed, and blue eyes opened to stare directly into his. "You're right. I'm an idiot. Even that rule about not sleeping with you right away was to protect myself. Even though I could tell you were honest and real from the first moment I laid eyes on you." He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."
They stared at one another silently. And with Itachi being just a little bit sadistic, he enjoyed watching Deidara squirm and beg him with his eyes. Beautiful bastard. "Come here."
The blond walked to him slowly, and just before he came within reach he stopped, and slipped off his slacks and briefs in one simple move. Itachi, stunned, made a choking noise in his throat without realizing it. Deidara straightened, now totally naked, to grin at him shamelessly.
Dei walked the rest of the way to him, his half-mast cock bobbing slightly with every step. Itachi had a sudden urge to fall to his knees.
"Would you like to sleep with me tonight? Sex included this time."
Wiling at least some blood up to his brain, Itachi struggled for words. But one thing was clear to him, though it took him a moment to actually say anything: "Yes, but I'm not fucking you yet."
It was Deidara's turn to look stunned. "What?"
"What we have is deeper than either of us realizes. You were right. Not having sex right away, getting to know each other first, that'll make it better when we finally get there."
Deidara blinked at him stupidly. "Oh, but-"
"Can you wait for me, Dei?" he said calmly, cutting him off.
Deidara shook his head in bewilderment, frowning.
The thing was, Itachi knew exactly how deep what they had was. So deep it turned him gay, that's how deep! And he felt that Deidara needed to be shown that Itachi loved him without the sex, to believe that Itachi loved him with it…Did he just think 'love'?
"Not because what I did turned you off?" Deidara was checking.
Still reeling from the revelation, it took Itachi a moment to comprehend what he'd been asked. "Are you blind, man? Didn't you see me come hard enough to stain the ceiling? I'll always want you." The fuck was wrong with his brain? he shrieked at himself internally. Watching those two love-struck idiots at his house was messing him up.
The blond didn't seem to take this as deeply as Itachi meant it, thank God, and just smiled sweetly. "All right, E. But I'm warning you…I sleep on the right side. Always!"
Itachi gave his famous evil smirk, making Deidara laugh when the look usually made strangers shudder and run for their lives. "I'll try not to sleep on top of you."
He grinned when Deidara gave a tortured groan and threw himself on the bed, still buck naked. "Teasing bastard."
"Hypocrite."
Deidara laughed and Itachi smiled, enjoying how natural they were together, even without their clothes.
Itachi threw his pants at him. "Get dressed if you want either of us to sleep tonight."
Deidara smiled and draped the slacks over his erection. "I need to come. You want to do some frottage again?"
Itachi stared at him, all too aware of his own erection tenting his boxers. An erection Deidara was pointedly staring at. "That would be cheating."
"Of course it would be cheating. But just a little," argued the blond. "You don't want my dick to fall off before the end of the week, do you?"
Huh. Funny. Itachi had thought something similar about his own cock a little while ago.
Without a word, he approached the bed, watching arousal build in his lover's eyes with every step he took. It made him feel powerful, knowing that someone as stunning as Dei wanted him that badly, just as it humbled him. He slid off his last article of clothing and reveled in the sight of Deidara practically drooling at him.
Grinning his evil grin, he climbed over the man's body and shivered as the blond put his arms over his head in surrender. Ohhh, the man was trying to destroy his control. Not that there was much of it left at this point.
He looked down the slim body spread out for him, and tried to feel any sort of revulsion for the lack of breasts, soft belly, hairless chest, and soft mound at the apex of the thighs. But what he saw far outstripped any woman's beauty. This was Deidara.
Those small, hard nipples made his mouth water. He wanted to caress the blond hair scattered all over. He wanted to knead those powerful thighs. He wanted another go at that cock with its eye pointing directly at him. And that glistening drop of moisture at the tip, it drove him nearly insane with want. He didn't think he could last without taking the man under him, but he had to. Especially since he had no fucking clue how to take him, beyond shoving his dick in his ass. And that couldn't be comfortable without some sort of preparation.
"Are you done analyzing the universe?"
The laughing/exasperation-filled tone drew Itachi out of his musings. His eyes slid up to the blond's and he found a small smile there, and a get-on-with-it in the blue eyes trained on his.
"Impatient already? We aren't even supposed to do this," he teased coolly, and then leaned in and lapped at a nipple. Deidara gasped and arched under him, but his hands remained where they were.
"Too late now," Deidara murmured, and spread his legs wide. Itachi thought he felt a nosebleed coming on, but that thankfully did not happen. Yet.
The older Uchiha leaned in and rubbed himself teasingly against the man beneath him. He watched Deidara's mouth fall open and his cheeks flush with desire, and had the strangest urge to beat his chest in victory.
"Wait," the blond called through his teeth and Itachi stopped, staring down at him questioningly. He thrust a half-empty bottle of lube at him. "This will make things…chafe less." He grinned.
Itachi chuckled and looked at the bottle skeptically.
"I had it under my pillow, just in case," admitted the blond, shaking the bottle at him. "For the frottage," he said it like it was French. Which it maybe was.
Bracing himself on his elbows above the man, he took the bottle and carefully squirted some gel into his palm, and then reached between them. Deidara groaned, his thighs visibly shaking. Itachi, for his part, let his eyes drift shut as he enjoyed the feel of another man's smooth cock in his hand. He knew with certainty that the only reason that feeling was making him leak precum was that it was Deidara.
His feelings for the man were advancing a mile a minute, and Deidara thought he was dangerous?
He slathered himself next, a lot less enthusiastically, and rested back against his lover. Panting, Deidara wrapped his arms around him and smiled up at him dazedly.
In the space of a couple of minutes, the slow, smooth glides Itachi was making against the moaning man turned aggressive and nearly violent. The bed shook, the headboard hit the wall, though with far less force than if they had been fucking, and the squeaking almost masked Deidara's hoarse shouts and impassioned curses.
Deidara's legs wrapped around his hips and he was jerking against him, meeting him slide for slide, as fast and as hard as he could manage within Itachi's tight embrace. The Uchiha snarled, dangerously close to climax. Grabbing the blond's forearms, he slammed the man against the mattress and attacked his lips, biting and nipping and sucking, Deidara growling and attacking him in turn. Through it all, the wild bucking of their hips became more frantic, and Itachi knew that his blond lover was going to come with him.
Good. If his stamina was going to be blow apart again, he would hate for Dei to outlast him.
He shifted his hips, bringing their cocks in tight, direct contact, and Deidara splintered under him. The blond shouted, looking straight at him as his face contorted in agonized pleasure, his body tensing, and hot fluid spurting against Itachi's belly and thighs.
Fuuuuck.
Itachi grit his teeth, but his guttural groan could not be held back at all. Not in the face of a yet more powerful orgasm than the one before. Itachi bucked wildly before his orgasm ripped through him and his body could do no more than spasm, as his seed spilled hot between them. He let his arms relax enough so that he could fall on his partner and capture his lips. He wanted to kiss him as they both came. And just as he expected, it made his climax even sweeter, even more powerful. He licked into Deidara's mouth, tasting the mint and the garlic from their meal. And that flavor that was pure Deidara.
They came down from their orgasm high slowly. Deidara was panting against his mouth and looking into his eyes with a satisfied smile. "See? A bit of cheating never hurt anyone."
Itachi chuckled and kissed his lips tenderly. Deidara kissed him back and wrapped pretty much his whole body around him. They both groaned as their sensitive members came in contact.
"Bath?" Itachi asked drowsily, falling to his side and pulling the blond with him.
"Not even if the fate of the world depended on it," murmured the blond lazily and molded himself against Itachi's naked body.
The Uchiha smiled. "And I thought you were neat."
"Yep. Neat. Not superman. I couldn't move after this even if I wanted to."
Itachi laughed outright and felt Deidara's answering grin against his shoulder.
They stayed silent for a while, Itachi listening to the blond's breathing evening out. "Goodnight, Dei."
The blond sighed and snuggled against him. "Goodnight, E. Love you."
Itachi was brought from the edge of sleep to full consciousness in less than three seconds. He kept still, running the words in his head again and again as he felt the other man fall asleep.
Had he imagined them? No. He had not expected to hear those words at all, so it could not have been wishful thinking.
He looked down at the top of the golden head. They must have been automatic. Something he was used to saying…to an ex? The thought made him want to tear through walls. He didn't think that as the case, though.
They had known each other only a few months. They hadn't even had actual sex yet. Love? It was too soon. But didn't Itachi love Deidara already? Yes, he did.
So why did he feel so terrified?
Goodnight, E. Love you.
To Be Continued…
A cliffie? Er…I guess so. Not at all planned, believe me. Don't kill meh! I hope you liked it all in all, though. Heh.
Excuse my overuse of the word 'beautiful' when describing Deidara in Itachi's thoughts. But see, the Deidara I imagine in this fic is friggin gorgeous (oh, there's another word I could use) and that is how Itachi sees him. I do not see the anime or manga Deidara as good looking. Just saying.
Frottage, I think, is not French. It is, however, derived from the French word frotter, which is a verb that means 'to rub'. Geniuses, those French!
For the record, I do not know French. I wish I did.
Oh, and that pasta in yogurt thing is a Lebanese dish (also made in other Middle Eastern countries). There are many, many ways to make it, some recipes more complicated than others. The one Deidara uses is my family's, a very simple one. I love that dish!
And please review! That makes me very happy.
