Series: Naruto
Setting: AU
Rating: M
Word Count: 5, 609
Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, devious innuendo and flirting
Summary: Six months and both Itachi and Deidara are still at each other like cats and dogs but Kisame had come up with an ingenious plan to get the two of them to at least stay in the same room for more than five minutes without fighting.
Bonus Writer Notes: This is the starting point for the progression of Itachi and Deidara's rollercoaster relationship… oh it's a long and bumpy ride really as well as the chapters are getting longer and longer... and longer so pull up a chair -passes out complementary cookies-
I Am… Chapter 08
The ticking cloak echoed through the room at a constant pace with the seconds ticking over, the sound was borderline torture with no other noise in the room, everything was in complete silence. Tick… tick… tick… clunk. The minute moved forward starting the next sixty second cycle. The tensions were high wondering who was going to make the first move, whoever did was going to bring their wrath down on the unsuspecting victims. Any minute now the apprehension would break, a breath blown out loud sounded as clear as a fan out be heard throughout the room but still no one was faltering, no one until…
"Will you two knock it off!" a voice screamed killing that silence finally.
Two sets of eyes slowly looked over at the direction of the grown man yelling in his protests at the teenagers, both of them had a dumbfounded look on their faces, each expressed in their own way from the loud interruption.
"We weren't doing anything, un" Deidara pointed out with Itachi as his back up giving a nod.
Kisame nodded back at them as well except his was more expressed, keeping the nod going long after the first one, bouncing his head almost like it was going to fall off at any moment. "That's the point. You aren't killing each other. What is it now? Silent torture. Why can't you two just get a long"
The two teens just looked at each other, Deidara having to look down at Itachi with his perch high on the counter and then back to Kisame… he had lost his mind or he was expecting them to break out into a full on brawl at any moment. Clearly he was misreading the situation between them entirely. While the two didn't seem to share the common glare between each other as often as they used to and the fact that they could even be in each others company stated that they had grown somewhat with the period they had been spending with each other rising. It had been six months now since Itachi had joined Akatsuki so the tolerance level had dramatically risen with the Uchiha becoming adjust to the ways of the blonde and the opposite way around as well unknown to Kisame and the others, the two had been spending time together outside of work situations. Not that they were bonding in that sense with Deidara using Itachi's residence for a place to sleep, eat, over run, make his own, even getting his younger brother on his side to use as a defense when Itachi refused. But regardless to all of that, Itachi had finally found himself someone who actually got closed enough to him to be classified as an acquaintance but not yet close enough for a friend.
Itachi was the first to act in disregarding the outburst with a shrug of his shoulders and a wave of his hand in the air, walking off into the back so his silence wouldn't disturb the elder anymore, Deidara however had a more insolent approach, raising his finger up high and laying back over the bench, swinging his legs back and forth as he lit up a smoke.
Aggravated with the short blonde's actions and his totally ignorance to everyone and everything, Kisame leaned over the top of him with his hands perched on his hips giving a stern reminder that they were in a place of business and smoking wasn't allowed. Much not to his shock he received that faithful finger again as his answer, walking away frustrated wishing he could take the little punk out the back and beat some respect into him. He wasn't his choice in partner, it was that damn Sasori who brought him in and took him under his wing so to speak but if he had his way, at times he would have loved to leave him out on the street to act and be like the common trash he was. While he did liked the kid and knew his skills were impressive and above the rest of most people in the business, he didn't like the attitude he received from him. Such a pain in the ass.
A blue eye followed him around the room as soon as his back was turned, watching at Kisame left him be for the time being as he caught up on the tedious paperwork that had been piling up on his desk with his 'accidental' neglecting that prevented him from completing it previously. With him out of the way the room now was back in complete silence, nothing but the occasional sigh of boredom could be heard as Deidara blew wisps out smoke out of his mouth, dropping the ash on the floor just to make sure that the cleaners had a job.
Minutes went by slowly turning into a hour, trails of littered ash over the floor proving that Deidara had been staying in the same spot for too long with multiple cigarettes smoked. He wanted more than just hanging around the office waiting for this job that supposedly was meant to be coming, all they were doing were waiting for the call through from Leader to let them know who they were after and information that was given before by the cops apprehended them in the first place. But waiting was uninteresting even more so because he was left all alone with Kisame who was looking really enthralled with his paper work by the laughter and pointing that was going on at the computer monitor, obviously looking at online porn or something and the Uchiha well he was locked in that back room.
Curiosity had gotten the better of him in the end, sliding to his feet and moving over the door, his body hugging the flat surface while pressing his ear up close to listen for any signs of life but not that he could ever tell if Itachi was alive normally. No sound as he expected, once again he was quiet as a mouse and doing something very suspicious in there since the door was locked… but that wouldn't stop criminal master Deidara. Without even a glance around to see if he was watched, the blonde teen picked the lock to get to door open which he did with ease being that he had to break into there as well as out of it from time to time so he knew the locking system on it very well. The door clicked signifying the release, taking his time to push it open carefully not to let Itachi know that he was in the room with him and then tilting his head to the side curiously when he saw him sitting down on the badly upholstered cushions on the bench, hunched over appearing to be talking to himself with the phone nicely concealed in his hand.
"I know… I am trying. We have been busy and… no I am not making excuses. I will be back tonight we are just waiting for another one"
Quietly he tried to explain his absence of the past week, Sasuke calling up to remind his brother not to become like their own father and he a stranger to the family. His little brother was all he had left now with their mother just running off and leaving them behind as well as the so called father who only wanted kids around when I was convenient. But business had picked up with the words spreading like wild fire that their success rate was in the high nineties now so more and more seeking out their services. If only he could understand that he was doing it for him, so they could escape and get away from it all.
Sighing softly and putting his phone away, Itachi wished this day was over with already, fed up with the waiting around but he wouldn't voice himself about it either way unlike one obnoxious loud blonde who more than likely had already. There was no time to be idle so instead of waiting until the last moment, Itachi decided that it would be better to get ready now, pulling his shirt off over his head and placing it down beside him on the bench.
Watching quietly when the article of clothing came off Deidara almost forgot to breath trying not to make any sound, unconsciously staring at his muscular back gawking at him. Sure he had seen Itachi shirtless before but he never really stopped to admire the immaculateness of the Uchiha because that body was indeed perfect, so much that he went off into his own little world just thinking about it. What kind of teenager would work his body into that shape at what would be classed as a tender age and more so why for that fact. He must have been refining himself for years with the faultless structure and overall balance of muscle but the ones that did always wanted to expose themselves to everyone just so they could boast that had the ability to pick up chicks but Itachi was reserved around showing the goods to everyone, always wearing loose clothing almost like he was ashamed and wanted to cover it.
When Itachi bent over to search for another shirt in his bag, Deidara's eyes followed at the same time dropping to his hips with the pants tightening around his backside. He could now see that he was a boxers kind of guy. Taking a discreet step into the room and moving closer to him, Deidara's thoughts wandered to the point of no return, thinking what it would be like to feel his hands over each contour of his finely developed muscles to examine each little ridge, even more so what it would feel to have his tongue lapping against his chest, to feel his hands gripping those tight cheeks.
"How long are you going to watch me for?" Itachi asked with not one bit of a tone of curiosity in his voice, making it more of a statement rather than a question.
Looking over his shoulder still in his bend over position, Itachi slowly rose back up with his shirt in hand, turning and walking over to Deidara predatorily to give him a good look that what he was apparently ogling. Keeping his hands down to his side his body kept it's distance from the blonde but still his head didn't keep to the same, moving around gradually tilting from side to side lingering dangerous close to his mouth. "Is there anything I can help you with, Awai-kun?"
He was stunned at first not expecting to be noticed at all, opening his mouth up and waving his finger once to explain his actions but only got a sound of hesitation out when Itachi's lips ghosted his, even more so as he was walked backwards into the door and pinned in place with a hand. Deidara had to try so hard to resist that urge to just grab him and reverse the situation but curiosity of his actions were tempting him to stay around to find out what was this sudden change in the Uchiha's attitude. "You can…" he started, not even bothering to finish up when he brought his hand up to Itachi's face, thumb rubbing over his chin. Slowly he began to push himself off the door and up onto his toes to match the highest difference, lips moving closer to shorten the distance, parting ready for his move keeping his eye on him waiting for the slightest glimmer of anything. Soon his lips touched against the elder teens, his lips were surprisingly soft and smooth like a creamy silk that added to that overall perfection, his mouth pushed in deeper to create more contact between them but…
His contact was gone when Itachi stepped back, looking down at the ground as he did so, turning his head away from Deidara running his middle finger over his bottom lip, the slightest touch he felt for a moment still lingered around like he was still there. "I suppose not" he spoke casually shifting his glance back to the blonde and moving him out the way. Shirt over his shoulder he opened the unlocked door and walked out leaving him behind to think about it, about what he didn't know but Deidara could come to that decision on his own.
"Ah good timing kid" Kisame proclaimed also taking a quick glance at his body as Itachi moved through the room, pulling his shirt over his head. "We got our orders finally" Now that one teenager was there, something didn't seem too correct with the other one still missing and the last time he had checked he hadn't moved his ass from the counter that Itachi was resting against. "…Where's Deidara?"
Itachi looked up, pushing his ponytail over his shoulder and crossed his arms leaning further onto the counter like nothing had just happened at all. His finger pointed at the door momentarily to motion to his location and it was not long after that he did, the blonde came storming out of the room with a leather jacket over his shoulder and a helmet under the other arm making his way to the door, not even once met by the dark glare of the other one who seemed to have had a sudden mood swing.
This was more of the atmosphere he was used to with one pissed off with the other, the one who was always pissed off was Deidara with Itachi never caring enough to get him into such an emotion with him… well at least when he was around at least. "Deidara where are you going?" Kisame asked running his hand over his face. After all this time there was no change and this certainly wasn't the time for him to be pulling this shit.
"Leaving this one for you and your fuck toy to handle by yourselves, un"
Tapping his huge foot against the floor in an agitated sound, Kisame knew that whatever it was between these two had to come to an end, even if he had to treat them like cats and jam them into a box and closed the lid and sit on it so they couldn't get out to fight out their differences, they were going to start acting like the near adults that they were and on top of that, show him some fucking respect. "Get back here now and stop acting like a fucking child!"
In a normal situation Deidara would have just kept on going and not looked back and he should have just done that but he stopped on command, stamping his foot as he came back, cheeks puffed out in complete annoyance and slammed his helmet down on the bench right near Itachi's head in a form of intimidation but he didn't even batter an eyelid. Another strike against him and how much he was getting on his nerves. But still with that same pouty face, he huffed and crossed his arms turning his back to the Uchiha just to further prove Kisame's childish theory about him and listened to what the big asshole had to say.
Inside he was sighing to himself and wondering what he ever do to deserve this kind of punishment but for now there were other things to worry about and that was to get the kids out of his hair. "I am not going, it's just going to be you two" A high pitching whining quickly followed that but was silenced just as quickly with a raise of his finger and a slight tilt in his head, giving the baby his warning to shut up. "The police were fucking us around on this one so it took this long to get this information" Instinctively he stopped to wait for some kind of noise but there was none at all, his eyes moved over to the two adolescents direction to make sure that his ears weren't deceiving him but they were silent. Amazing. "So you two are going to take what little we have and camp outside his last known whereabouts"
Surprisingly after all that Deidara remained unvoiced and listened intently to the instructions, Itachi paid more attention just to make sure that nothing was forgotten about, Kisame explained every last fine details for them so they both would understand. The rules were simple, stay there as long as needed to confirm the identity and if he is visiting the premise, call in every three hours for updates and most importantly do not engage in any confrontation. Now that everything was laid out for them in black and white, Kisame sent the two of them on their merry way, following behind them and locking up, giving a wave as he was going home to his nice warm apartment while he was going to leave them out in the dead of night. After a one sided conclusion from Deidara, it was decided against the other's will that his car would be their mode of transportation for the night since it should have been apparent since he rode a motorbike that anything that required stealth would be impossible on the back of that. A loud deterred sigh came from Itachi as he gave in, letting Deidara into his car and leaving for their destination for a long night of hopefully would not be a huge mistake.
Six hours later cramped inside the car being prohibited of moving any further than the back to take a leak before coming back again, tensions were started to grow between the two. Most of the time it was spent in silence with the occasion speech exchanged between Itachi and the cell phone to call in their report and not yet one sign of this guy that they were after.
Everything was running smoothly and on schedule except for the fact that now the battery light on Deidara's iPod was now flickering, the normally fast paced song he had been listening to was sounding something of an 80's rap style with the song cutting in and out repeatedly until it hit the point where it no longer sung anything at all. Now his only form of entertainment was gone so he had to find something else to pass the long night away and then it suddenly hit him.
The sound of a striking lighter brought Itachi out of the intent stare he had at the house, doing his job diligently like instructed but someone else wasn't taking it too seriously with the strange aroma circulating the car that made him feel light headed. The hand covering his mouth could only suppress his coughs for so long and he dove for the button to put the window down to let the stale smoke out, his lungs thanking him but his body didn't with the full blast of the chilling wind freezing him down to the core. Looking over the back seat for any kind of apparel to keep him warm and finding only a left over hamburger wrapper courtesy of one blonde drug addict, the cause was completely lost so he could only drag his knees up onto the seat to hug them close enough to his chest to heat himself.
Taking in that deep and final drag of the rolled up joint, Deidara coughed furiously with the hard smoke hitting his lungs… oh that was going to fuck him up but that was exactly what he wanted. Leaning over the huddled up ball on the other side with a big grin, he flicked the remainders out the window and moved back to his side but only stopping in front of Itachi, looking at the pair of black eyes peaking out over the arms covering his face. "What's the matter Itachan… you cold?" he asked deviously, suppressing the coughing as much as he could only to give small hitched breaths each time they hit.
With not even a word spoke he watched the actions of the blonde as he pushed his legs back down into the seating position, a leg circling wide over his body and near his face with the tight confinement of the car, the warmth radiating off his skin when he pressed his chest tightly against his body. Deidara sat over the top of him in a not so gratifying fashion, arms draped over the back of the seat giving Itachi a good up-close view of his hazy blue eyes that were staring at him keenly.
All he wanted was some kind of response from him instead of the stoic face he always gave, wondering if he would give a cute little look if he was to try and push a forced reaction out of him with a thrust of his hips into the others, smirking deviously as he rubbed up against his sensitive area. "You don't like being like this do you?" he purred with the stimulation. As expected the bastard's face still didn't change.
Itachi had no idea what he was doing and better yet why he was doing it but whatever the reason was he wasn't liking it especially given his current state with the drugs pumping through his system. But yet he could have easily thrown him off but just the same as all of them he was useless to stop him, only turning his head away to stare out of the window. "You are reading too much into it" he told him in a low voice.
He had to resist the urge to give him a forced laugh, twitching on top of him when he pushed down against him firmly then rising back up again but the attitude of the other was certainly bringing things into perspective for him especially when he felt his reactions. Some things were starting to come towards the light about the Uchiha. "Really? That's why you are shaking, un" The movements that he was feeling stopped instantly obviously forced from the words which only proved what he was continuing to say even more.
"You are intimidated in this position. You let others use you, you let them fuck you up the ass until you can not move from your torn insides because you are powerless to stop when you are dominated over. But there is something burning within you. You want do be the one to dominate, un. It's written all over you, you want to fuck me so hard that I bleed, you wanted to tear at my body and leave your scars. I will let you do it to me, un"
Gradually his lips closed in this time not willing to give him that chance to escape for this time he would make sure he got what he wanted, to him Itachi was someone to be aimed for, that highest peak in the social world more eligible than those slimy bastards who just threw money at him for his time. That goal to aim for with the raven haired male being something that he didn't need but more wanted, even if it was once to say that he got to the unfaultable Uchiha and Deidara was close… so close he could taste it with his divided lips pressed every so lightly into the older boy's. But the first contact wasn't enough, there had to be more heat between them with the touch barely enough to be called a school yard kiss. Shifting his hip and with a push up on his knees, the blonde lifted himself higher, careful not to take a hit on the head from the roof when his hands grabbed his cheeks so he wouldn't escape pulling his head back to face him, hot tongue moving out of his mouth ready to push into that waiting cavern when a cold hand pushed against his face pushing his lips off course over towards the space between the seats.
Turning his head to the direction of the other once the contact was gone, Itachi's eyes shifted over to look at Deidara holding his face at a distance so there could be no retaliation against the move. "I told you, you are reading too much into it"
Huffing he sat back up and flicked the hair out of his face only to have it flop back down into the same fixated position over his eye, was he so stupid not to notice that someone was throwing themselves at him or was he just playing ignorant as part of some kind of twisted little game? Either way it wasn't pleasing Deidara at all, instead opened the door up and getting out of the car, slamming the door in his face. A firm pair of hands fit into the position of his hips as he leant over to the window with distained face tapping his forehead against the window to get attention that he already had. "You are boring, un. I'm going to get this shit over and done with now!" he stated to him and then just left.
For at least twenty minutes he sat there staring out the window looking at the oil smudges against the glass where his head had been, he didn't hear him clearly so as far as Itachi knew, Deidara had just taken off since he didn't want to deal his so called 'shit' anymore just like he usually did. But all he could think about was what he said, if he was really like that… no there was no way he could have been, he only let people use him because it was his own choice not because it was scared of what would have happened because of the consequences. Hmph he knew nothing but that's the way he wanted it to be anyway so it didn't make a difference what he thought. Once again no matter how much he tried to deny it to himself, Deidara had once snuck his way into that point where it actually bothered him.
A loud explosion snapped Itachi out of it with smoke and flames coming from the top floor window of the overly expensive house they were supposed to be watching and not making a move on, alarms of nearby cars blaring with their high pitched sirens from the shock setting them off. Pushing himself up in the seat and placing his hands against the window, all Itachi could do was look on bewildered on what happened but with one missing blonde pyromaniac and giving that something apparently blew a bookcase out of the window with parts of the wood smoldering in the front garden, there was only one explanation for it. This was ridiculous, how the hell could be pull such a stupid stunt when they were told not to do anything but instinct told him to get out of that car right now and go and drag him out of there. Looks like their supposed spying job was no longer that anymore.
The car door slammed as Itachi ran over to the house, grabbing his gun and the keys before he left not even worried about his Kevlar at all in the rush, hopefully that wouldn't prove to be a blunder but there was something else that was worrying him about it. There was no sign of Deidara yet and he wasn't the type to take combat on if confronted since he always held back leaving him and Kisame to do all the work, so all the scenarios plotted themselves in his head as he entered the pitch black house. Except for the light coming from upstairs with the smoldering furniture, the place was dark and visibilities was at a low, his eyes still having trouble adjusting to the sudden change so he was cautious. Steady steps around the large rooms and over obstacles that were thrown around the place from the looks of the place had been trashed before he got there but still it was dauntingly quiet, too quiet given who was supposed to be in the place as well.
A loud thud from upstairs made Itachi turn instantly, gun pointing up at the roof towards the direction it came from. Something definitely was not right and his instinct wasn't telling him otherwise but he wasn't going to just rush into it blindly, keeping the steady pace up the creaking staircase, back close to the wall to eliminate the chance of being attacked from behind. Upstairs seemed to be non existent for life as well with no one around in his view at least but there were many hidden shadows that he had noted but where the hell was Deidara? He had to be somewhere. Advancing down the hallway and into another open room filled with large wall to wall bookcases and one gapping hole in the wall Itachi knew that this had to be his last place of hiding, lowering his gun enough to crouch down on the ground to pick up a small satchel that was on the ground near his feet. The cream pouch sent a wave of thoughts through him knowing that it belongs to a certain bomb expert and there would be no way that he would leave something as important as that behind.
Something hit the ground startling him into a standing position again with his 9mm outstretched in front of him, the moonlight streaming through the gap in the wall illuminating a figure standing in the back of the room. Itachi didn't know if he should speak up for identification or to advance forward to investigate but taking the latter of the two, he took a step forward but stopped mid-step with figure proclaiming not to be one of the blonde nature but a fiery red head and a women at that as she moved towards him. The light reflected off her glasses making his grip on the butt of his gun tighter, standing with authority demanding her not to take a step closer or else he would be forced to retaliate but she didn't listen, coming further into view but she was not alone.
"…Itachi…" he spoke in a dull scratchy voice, barely able to get it up over a whisper. He had to warn him before it was too late, he had to make sure he wasn't caught up in his mistake or else they would not make it out of there alive. But he could hardly keep his eyes open long enough to see him, maybe it was his partner or it could have been the other. But as another figure entered the fray there was no mistaking it now, even through the haze he still stood out almost as clear as day… he had to tell him. "…Behind…you"
Itachi spoke his name softly when he saw Deidara's hanging almost lifeless in that women's hold, a sudden need to get him back took over but before he had a chance to react he was grabbed by the shoulder from behind, the pressure held like it was crushing him. But the searing agony wasn't enough to stop him from turning under his grasp to see a large man at least double his size holding him, easily bigger than Kisame in build but that was all he got to see of him with an intense stinging erupting from the side of his head. Something felt warm and it was travelling down his face, he couldn't see the man anymore, he couldn't see Deidara, only a shriek of his name let him know that he was still there.
"Drop him" commanded a sneering voice that didn't come from the women or the other with a third person joining the party. The tall orange haired man did was he was told, releasing his hold on Itachi and not even having to push him away for his own safety as he just collapsed face first onto the carpeted floor. Blood pooled out of the side of his head onto the ground in a puddle underneath him with not even so much as a convulsion from him, Deidara couldn't even tell if he was alive or not nor could the others with the questioning about his state of mortality.
The women joined the other two men sighing and shoving the blonde over to the bigger one, sick and tired of carrying him around like he was baggage and once free of the bind, she kicked the fallen teen to see if he responded. "What are we going to do with that one?" she asked meaning Deidara. At the moment he was the only one who posed a threat to them.
From behind the larger man stepped out a much shorter build almost adult with a huge teethy smirk, completely happy with the way everything turned out. "Take him with us for leverage, besides we can have fun killing him" he mused, snapping his fingers for them all to follow as they left the room.
Hanging over the shoulder of the other, Deidara's hand stretched out for Itachi as he got further and further away from him, not wanting to leave his side in such a state. He prayed that he was alive still, if anything should happen to him or had, there would be no way he could forgive himself. His own eyes struggled to stay open with the distance moving greater and greater, leaning further over whimpering to get back to the Uchiha until he caught a stiff hit to the back of the head which made his head snap forward violently. "Itachi" he whispered, the hand falling limp as he was rendered unconscious.
