Rain poured down from the sky again, the dark clouds up in the sky taking away all the light in the house. It was somewhere late in the afternoon, but the darkness made it seem like it was late in the evening. Deidara didn't bother with turning on a light. But there was someone else inside his apartment who would arrange that for him. Would arrange everything for him. And for some reason Deidara didn't feel the need to reject anymore. This numbing feeling had come over him. His heart was simply constantly racing, trying to beat its way out of his chest. His breathing was shallow, small puffs of air leaving his lips every other second. Deidara wished he could explain what was happening to him, but he couldn't. It didn't even seem to be a test anymore. Not even He would be this cruel.
Ever since Itachi had entered his apartment for the first time, the days had seemed to blend together. That evening had ended quite strangely, but somehow Itachi had been in Deidara's apartment almost every day now. Deidara wasn't even certain if Itachi simply owned a key now or if he was actually opening the door every time the guy stopped by. He was just constantly there. From the moment Deidara woke up, till the moment Deidara went to bed. At least it seemed that way. When did Deidara actually sleep?
Sitting in his windowsill Deidara watched the rain fall, thinking back on his years of being here. The street had been wet when he had thrown that man out of the window. The punishment he had received for that had been far less severe than would he would suffer for this. The heavy glare of Him was often focused on Deidara now. He could feel it. The rain was a warning as well, a sign for Deidara to stop doing what he was doing. But how? This was beyond his power. No matter how strong he was, this was a battle he could not win, and he didn't understand why.
A door being closed caught Deidara's attention. Slowly he turned towards the sound, his eyes falling on the dark figure of Itachi. His hair was wet and his upper body was still shirtless. Why Itachi had taken a shower was beyond Deidara, but the guy was making himself at home, using Deidara's things, getting comfortable in places Deidara usually only used. The dark gaze was lifted up towards him as, Itachi still towelling his hair dry. There was this moment of silence where their eyes stayed locked. It was as if there was a secret message lying in those dark depths, but Deidara couldn't decipher it.
'Your blue eyes never fail to take my breath away,' Itachi murmured softly, his voice holding this deep vibrating tone that sent shivers down Deidara's spine. 'Even in the dark it's as if they are glowing.'
The ease with which Itachi had spoken the words annoyed Deidara. Even if he had tried to draw lines, giving Itachi boundaries he should stick to, Itachi still crossed them all. Still flirted. It wasn't about friendship, which Deidara should've known. Should've known the minute he had opened that door. But it was as if Itachi had cast a spell over him. Even standing a few feet away, far out of reaching touch, Deidara could feel this tingling running across his skin. 'I can barely see yours,' Deidara replied plainly, the bite in his voice having faded long ago.
A slight smirk formed on Itachi's lips as he stepped further into the room, eyes dropping down to the floor as he moved around one of Deidara's worn out chairs. He had had picked up from the street, someone wanting to throw it out. It was probably a better idea to throw it out, but Deidara honestly didn't care. The towel was dropped over the backrest of the chair, Itachi done with drying his hair. Flopping down on the couch right after, Itachi showed he did feel at home here. Felt like he belonged here. As if he was part of Deidara's life. Hidan had clawed his way in, but it had never been as serious as this. And all Deidara could do was watch.
The TV was turned on, the apartment filled with the soft hum of the low sound. Itachi's face was now partially light up, dark eyes glued to the screen. The wet locks hung in strings along his face, leaving wet drops lying on his clean shaved cheeks. The muscles in his chest moved slightly as he swung his arm over the backrest of the couch, showing off how well build he actually was. Itachi was very handsome for a human, and the air with which he carried himself only added to this. So many people must've thrown themselves at his feet and here the guy was, trying to get Deidara to give in. And it seemed he was succeeding at some level.
'Your show is on,' Itachi muttered, dropping the remote somewhere on the couch. It was one of the drama series Deidara watched every day, but he hadn't been following the story line for a while now. Not since Itachi was invading his space.
But it was as if Itachi had ordered Deidara to come sit with him. Placing a foot on the floor Deidara rose from his position, leaving the cold and dark afternoon air behind. Having crossed halfway through the room Deidara finally stopped himself. This wasn't right. Why would he ever just listen like that? No one could tell him what to do, but here he was, following Itachi's silent command of joining him on the couch.
Gritting his teeth Deidara fought the demand off more, taking a step back, and then another, and another, until his back hit the wall and he could not distance himself further from Itachi. He should never have let the guy enter his apartment. He should never have let Itachi into his life. But there was no room for should have or could have now. Deidara had to fight this. Needed to force Itachi back to where he came from. Let him go after the girls and the boys that desired him so much.
Out of the corner of his eyes Itachi had been watching him. Had watched him change his mind and not come. Swift Itachi stood up, dark eyes still focused on Deidara, but Deidara was staring back just as harshly. Challenging Itachi to come get what he wanted. See if he could take it. See if he would abuse this strange power he carried and force Deidara down on his knees. Wasn't that what he wanted? With long strides Itachi easily carried himself towards Deidara until only a few feet was left between them. Now Deidara could reach out and touch him, but he wouldn't. Standing his ground Deidara pushed himself up against the wall, making him appear taller than he actually was. But Itachi still towered above him, shadowing him in his strength.
'Stop it,' Deidara gritted out, spitting right in Itachi's face. 'Stop coming here. Stop acting like you own the place. Just stop it.' Deidara wanted to punch him. Wanted to have Itachi feel the pain Deidara had suffered for so long. The fact that he was here in this damned place was all Itachi's fault. All that soul's fault that couldn't properly take care of itself. That couldn't stay alive long enough and perished far too soon every fucking time. Except for this damn life. Here he did live and came to bother Deidara. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that this could be fate. That this could be the reason why he was even in this world. But it was a sick and stupid thought. This just showed how screwed up life really was. 'Stop it!'
In response Itachi took another step forward, their bodies now almost touching. Deidara could feel Itachi's warm breath lingering over his skin, a soothing mood trying to seep its way into Deidara's skin. 'Are you sure you want me to?' Itachi whispered in reply, his whole demeanour the complete opposite of Deidara's. How he could stay so cool and collected, while Deidara felt like he was crumbling down right to the bone.
Another shiver ran down his spine, but this one was different than the one before. Anger was filling his veins, his ego bruised only because of Itachi's cockiness. How could Itachi question him like that? Hadn't Deidara often made it clear he didn't want the guy here? His blue eyes now shone with rage, the bones in his back crunching under the pressure of his wings. It had been too long since he had set flight, had let his wings unfurl in the night sky. And now they wanted to burst out. Everything wanted to burst out.
'I am very sure,' Deidara uttered then, making sure Itachi looked deep into his eyes. He had brought his hand up, fingers now poised against Itachi's bare chest. Slowly he let his nails dig deep into his skin, easily piercing skin, and then he slipped them down, creating deep nail marks.
Itachi didn't even flinch, just kept their eyes locked. Deidara was definitely crossing the line now, showing a side no one should ever see. This was his angelic part coming out. But maybe this would help. Maybe this would give Itachi the push he needed to leave. Frighten him so badly he would go running. But he simply stayed there, staring back at Deidara, those deep black pools betraying nothing.
'No you're not.'
Another step forward pressed Itachi's body flush against Deidara's, his nails still digging deep inside Itachi's skin. There was a moment of complete silence, both males not moving one inch, Deidara captured between the wall and Itachi's strong body. It would only take one small push and Deidara was freed, but before his brain even caught up to that moment, a pair of warm lips had found his. And then Deidara was lost.
Lips easily melted together. With a soft pressure Itachi lured Deidara in further, massaging his lips just right, pulling out a need Deidara had never felt before. His nails left Itachi's skin, instead sliding up until his arms could wrap themselves around Itachi's neck. His fingers felt the wet hair and instantly got tangled in the wet locks, pushing Itachi even closer than he already was. A tongue then slipped between his lips, sliding through his mouth so expertly that it took Deidara's breath away. He could barely keep up with it all. Itachi's hands had eagerly found their way under Deidara's shirt, teasing his warm skin. The stretching of his skin where his wings wanted to pierce through was now slowly ebbing away, the kiss far too distracting.
Desperation was growing inside of Deidara's body, pulsating through his limbs with a need he couldn't place. Every fibre in his body felt like it was about to explode. Every inch Itachi touched left a path of fire along Deidara's skin. And then those magic hands moved down to the waistband of Deidara's jeans, struggling with unbuttoning him. It showed that Itachi's need for Deidara was just as big as the other way around. That Itachi wanted this just as bad. And now Deidara needed more. Screw the rules. Just let him have this one moment. He would take every punishment possible, as long as he could live through this moment.
'Bedroom,' Itachi murmured as their kiss was broken for a second, lips soon joined again to continue.
This time Deidara did listen and kept on listening, following Itachi's moves all the way to the bedroom, stumbling over pieces of furniture along the way. Nothing mattered at this point. Not that they knocked over Deidara's chair. Not that the drop on the bed was just a little off.
And not that Deidara had never felt as vulnerable before as he did right in this moment.
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Characters © Masashi Kishimoto
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