This is just sort of morning-after fluff. I had planned to make more "action-oriented" stuff take place in this chapter, but by the time I had gotten to where I left off, it already was pretty long. So I just decided to save more of the plot development for next chapter and use this to mold Itachi and Dei's relationship a bit more. That being said, I already have a good deal of the next chapter either written or thought out so I will be much more diligent and hasty about updating. I also was spending the past week with my family who I only get to see once per year, so I was a bit remiss when it came to any sort of fanfiction work. Now back in the real world, that won't be the case :).
Thanks so much for the reviews. Whether critical or complimentary, they all mean a lot. Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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Deidara awoke alone, the sheet on his bed tangled around his bare midsection. A thousand thoughts that had gone stagnant, awaiting his consciousness, now gleefully took this opportunity to bombard him.
Among them all he felt two battling the most prominently. One was simply a sense of unblemished joy as he thought over and over again, "I slept with Itachi," "I slept with Itachi," "I slept with Itachi." It was a sort of innocent awe and happiness, the kind only achieved when a person obtains unlikely intimacy with the object of their most sacred worship.
But then a contradictory, darker one fought back: …"or did I?" … cynical doubt that such an event had even taken place. Surely he had dreamed up the whole thing in his overly active, insanely imaginative mind. "After all," he thought, reaching his arm out to the empty side of the bed to ascertain this fact, "I am alone. And it's Itachi Uchiha. It's not possible."
A noise from his bathroom caused the now anxious artist to sit up; he clenched his sheets in hopeful grips, his heart thumped as he waited, breathlessly.
Itachi walked out. Naked. His beautiful, ivory body taking on an even more poignant luminescence as it captured the light of an immature sun, still bobbing its heavy head as it rose slowly in a pre-morning awakening.
Dei just stared, not caring what sort of satisfaction that gave to the proud Uchiha, not caring that it once again established the dynamics of their relationship and set in stone that he always would be on bottom and Itachi – his muse, his idol, his god – on top.
The raven's hair had been brushed and pulled back once again into a low ponytail, his long black bangs the only fitting frame for a face that exquisite. He stopped walking and waited when he caught sight of Dei's mesmerized blue eyes watching his every movement with unparalleled observance and sensitivity. Itachi didn't flinch, the byproduct of a perfectly molded sense of security in who he was.
Dei was soaking it all in: Itachi's toned, limber form hid inexhaustible amounts of strength and power that were not diminished by the lithe, graceful nature of his outward appearance, and that, to Dei, was incredibly sexy. He studied the slender, toned arms; the shoulders and neck that were decked out only in Itachi's metal necklace; the flat white chest, trailed with miles of impressively defined abs that led to – Dei caught himself licking his lips. He let his eyes linger on Itachi's perfect hips and the glorious body part between them that unashamedly made no effort to contain itself. Finally, his eyes dissected and savored the lines, angles, and curves of Itachi's athletic legs. All of it was covered in satiny skin that looked like it should taste like vanilla.
He finished by looking up, reverently, into the onyx eyes that were watching his perusal.
"It's not often you're tongue-tied," Itachi noted playfully, his lips curving into that infuriating smirk. He started walking again and came over to the bed.
"Whatever," Dei responded with a scoff, trying to hide the hard bulge beneath the sheets near his hips that he knew didn't lie. "I have plenty to say, hm. How about: you're an arrogant prick who thinks too highly of himself? Or, you may be the –"
His words were stopped short when Itachi, having arrived at the side of the bed, fluidly stooped down, gripping Dei's chin in his hand and lifting up his face to meet Itachi's descending lips, all without skipping a beat. Damn, the power and control of it all, the self-confident assumption that Dei wouldn't be able to resist, were exactly the things that Dei found most maddening and intoxicating.
Dei hungrily kissed him back, not wasting a second before snaking his arms around Itachi's muscular stomach and reaching up to dig his nails in the raven's shoulder blades.
In turn, Itachi heightened the intensity of the kiss, meticulously using his tongue to venture through Dei's parted lips and brush it artfully against the blonde's own.
"Mmmm," Dei moaned, getting a stronger grip on the Uchiha and pulling him down into the bed on top of him. Immediately his legs wrapped around Itachi.
"Dei," Itachi whispered, his voice holding a hint that Dei wouldn't like what he had to say next. "I really, really would love to, but …"
The blonde shinobi didn't want to hear it. He clasped the pale, handsome face in his insistent hands and kissed him again, using every trick in the book he could think of to silence Itachi. He moved over the perfect lips with expertise, using just enough tongue, and then gently biting down on the raven's bottom lip. In the same second, he let one of his hands drop from the Uchiha's cheek and slipped it between their bodies to grab hold of Itachi's thick cock, which, he noted happily, was very nice and erect.
Itachi moaned deeply, which thrilled Dei to no end. If he could make Itachi do something against his better judgment (which always was impeccable, damn it!), Dei would be utterly elated. He kept kissing the raven hard and furiously until the older Akatsuki member pulled back once more.
He tried to keep his voice even and dull, which was a hard task with Dei's slender hand wrapped around his cock. "We can't…." His words jammed at the back of his throat before he could get them out when he suddenly felt something wet and arousing on his pulsing member and he realized Dei was using the mouth on his hand for a purpose much more sinful than its original.
"Dei," Itachi continued after a few seconds, his voice sounding horny and reproachful all at once. "We can't. Everyone will be waking up soon. They might hear."
"You think they didn't hear last night?!" Dei responded flagrantly.
Itachi thought back through those perfect memories. "…shit." He really had been paying no attention to the loud creaking of the bed or the volume of the sexy noises being emitted by the precious blonde. "Hopefully not. Maybe you shouldn't be so loud."
"Maybe you shouldn't fuck so well!" Dei shot back, not at all offended by Itachi's calm retort. He smiled pointedly up into Itachi's face as he twisted a piece of the silky, black hair around his finger. "Besides, Itachi-kun, if I remember correctly, you weren't trying to stifle your moans either, hm. Or you just suck at it."
Itachi's eyes narrowed slightly, but he knew, despite his desire to scoff and disagree, that Deidara was right. He had been surprisingly vocal in his approval of Dei's love-making.
"You know that kind of talk isn't going to get you what you want," the raven responded.
"I'm sorry, Itachi." Dei could feel himself growing harder. He loved Itachi's powerful nonchalance, both for what it symbolized intrinsically and also because of the challenge it presented to the ornery artist when it came to his task of seducing the 20-year-old. However, he was pretty sure he was catching onto Itachi's weakness. He twisted around so he was lying on his stomach, letting the sheet fall off his body, and instantly began to grind his hips and backside against Itachi's groin. He was rewarded with the sexy sound of Itachi sharply inhaling. Dei saw the raven's strong arms buckle on either side of himself as they suddenly struggled to support his lean body in its increasingly aroused state.
Satisfied, but not fully, Dei continued the teasing motions, pushing his ass up and moaning seductively. He felt Itachi push back and he looked over his shoulder.
Itachi's eyes were dripping with lust and sewed to the perfect, creamy orbs sliding up and down on either side of his swollen cock.
"You little fucker," Itachi whispered tensely but affectionately, pushing himself deeper between the cheeks, though he knew he shouldn't.
"C'mon, Itachi," Dei cooed seductively. "Please? I want you're long, hard cock, hm. Don't you want me? Don't you want to fuck your little slut?"
Itachi's quick, short breaths were audible. "You really are a needy little slut, aren't you?"
Dei knew he was winning. Itachi's words were entirely playful and mocking, but not at all condemning. The teenager felt a sharp slap to his backside, causing him to wince and grow harder all at once. It was one more sign Itachi was going to play this game. Dei smiled, gratified, and continued to make the deep, sensuous noises that he suspected, combined with the sight of his tight ass, could possibly be the taciturn, emotionless Uchiha's undoing.
And indeed, Itachi could feel himself coming undone and he wondered that the abrasive, wild artist had this uncontrollable effect on his body. Itachi felt his resolve beginning to unspool like unruly thread, being pulled and unwound by the machinations of the alluring shinobi who was writhing and wriggling his ass beneath him.
The raven-haired ninja couldn't help licking his dry lips quickly as he felt a scorching heat licking similarly throughout his insides. That was fine. Itachi would give in, he decided. But not before he had propelled himself back into dominance with an equally unnerving play that would leave Dei flustered. He pressed his body against the smaller one cupped beneath him and gently kissed the bronzed skin of the terrorist bomber's shoulders and neck, enjoying the way their separate flesh sort of just melded together so comfortably. He bit Dei's neck.
"You're so damn hot, Dei," he growled.
The bomber blushed and shuddered with pleasure, still very unfamiliar with compliments from the older, more talented Akatsuki member.
It was the most honesty Itachi could venture. Someday maybe he would feel safe enough to issue forth all kinds of soft sentiments and confessions that made their confessor truly naked and vulnerable, but right now he still was warily toying with unabated but deliciously dirty fornication and that in and of itself was a big step for the withdrawn Itachi. He would enjoy this station a little while longer before possibly traveling further.
The raven snapped up quickly, ferociously slapped the lovely, creamy cheeks beneath him and then fisted a clump of Dei's hair, pulling along the lithe, agile body as he moved to a kneeling position. The artist gasped a little but let his body be yanked around by Itachi until he was sort of bunched on his knees in front of the Uchiha. Keeping the blonde head in place, Itachi let his swollen cock sway next to Dei's lips, just out of his reach. The Uchiha loved the way those plump, rosy lips opened hungrily and the wet, pink tongue shot out in wanton desperation to get a sensuous taste. He would never tire of having the 17-year-old as his lover, Itachi was positive.
"Tell me, my naughty sweetheart, why I should let you taste my cock when I explicitly told you we couldn't do this right now? Seems to me like you deserve to be punished for disobedience instead."
He kept his fingers twisted tightly in the silk-like gold strands.
A wide array of emotions took over Deidara's face, some consecutively, some concurrently; his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal, his mouth hung open, panting and obviously wanting, and his eyes were both pleading and anxious. Itachi had to restrain himself from kissing his lover, who looked so cute when he got all riled up like this. Circling his thumb and index finger around his dripping length, Itachi positioned it close to Dei's sweet mouth, taunting him by keeping the gorgeous dick just out of reach a few seconds longer, letting the artist suffer the misery of his patience being stretched thin.
At last the Uchiha let out a bored sigh, although his entire body was aching with carnal longing.
"I suppose my shoving my cock down your throat and fucking your mouth will have to suffice," he said coolly. He let up his grip on Dei's head just enough to give the artist mobility to crane out his neck further and take Itachi's engorged dick into the wet heat of his hungry mouth. He immediately began to suck at the hard flesh like it was candy, licking it up one side and then the other and all over, keeping his lips tightly attached at all time.
Itachi wasn't sure where he was finding it in himself to get aroused and able to cum yet again, especially after the night they had. But he couldn't stop himself from having his libido awakened once more by the desperate but smooth work of the artist. Damn, the blonde was good. Itachi let his head fall back a little and he closed his eyes for a second. Somehow, this was even better than last night. How was that possible?
Deidara pulled back a little, looked up at Itachi with the most seductive and naughty bedroom eyes, and then slurped up the combination of pre-cum and saliva dripping down Itachi's glorious, shiny erection. He moved down to take the silky smooth skin of Itachi's ball sack between his lips, inhaling the Uchiha's unique scent as he buried his face among all the lovely things positioned in that area.
"Damn, Dei," Itachi tried to sound patronizing but there was an underlying moan in each of his words. "You're so good at this. Suck me harder, babe."
The artist complied, sending more sharp thrills throughout the divine body of his love, which was becoming tense, each muscle straining under the massive weight of physical pleasure.
While Dei was working over his throbbing member with ease and skill, Itachi took the time to feel up the artist's own luscious body. He took one pale finger and delicately traced Dei's shoulder blades that were rolling forward and back with each reaching jerk of his neck and head. Itachi then trailed his finger down Dei's spine, admiring how sexy the slender bomber's toned back looked with the muscles moving freely beneath luxurious, lightly tanned skin. He let the rest of his fingers and palms join in as he rubbed and stroked, memorizing each crevice and contour. It was insane to him how much he wanted to touch Dei. If he had been asked if that was a possibility even a month ago, he wouldn't have even graced the question with an answer. But now, he wanted to experience Deidara – every single part and aspect of him – with every one of his senses to the maximum of their capacity.
Pulling Dei off his cock, Itachi couldn't help letting out a ragged chuckle when the blonde moaned, aggravated, and looked up at him with his gorgeous face set in a pout.
"We don't have much time," Itachi explained, running his hand down Dei's arm and then lifting it to kiss the slender wrist with his mouth. He then commanded, "Lay on your back, Dei. I want to look at your face while I fuck you."
He already was helping the artist get in that position even as he spoke. He lifted Dei's legs up so they bent slightly and the tops of his calves rested on either side of Itachi's shoulders. Gripping Dei's thighs, he made sure the breathless teen was comfortable before penetrating himself deeply between those gorgeous ass cheeks with his cock, lubricated with Dei's own spit.
"Itachi," Dei gasped automatically at the feeling of his tight entrance being violated oh-so-favorably by the magnificent Uchiha without much warning. He was still a bit sore from last night, but the pain simply merged its way seamlessly into his pleasure, augmenting it with the hard evidence it provided that he had made love to Itachi not once, but multiple times.
"Harder, Itachi," Dei begged, his azure eyes already beginning to glaze over with lust. "C'mon, hm. Harder!"
Itachi didn't mince words, and he didn't waste actions when he had a goal in mind. He let himself dig deep into Dei's heat fast and hard. He knew he already had been stimulated almost to release so it wouldn't take long for him to burst again into that damn delectable ass, especially with Dei staring up at him with such passion, white teeth clamped down on his full lower lip.
However, he knew Dei hadn't been given the same foreplay. He waited until he heard Dei give a short, pleasure-filled shout, signifying he had hit the prime spot for orgasm-inducing bliss. Dei's legs tightened around Itachi's neck, shoulder, and the sides of his jaw. Knowing the clenched slender legs, along with the help of his fingers gripping Dei's slim thigh so hard they were sure to leave five bruises, would keep the writhing artist in place, Itachi began to play with the hard, neglected dick resting on Dei's lower stomach.
Dei let out a deep moan that in and of itself almost plummeted Itachi over the top. But he held back, trying to rid himself of his sexual frustration in other ways. His lips silently formed the bomber's name, the feel of the word on his tongue precious and special although it remained forever captured in that voiceless state.
The soft sounds of skin smacking skin filled the room as Itachi filled Dei, pushing in his cock to its hilt, waiting for a second to feel the flex of Dei's butt and then pulling out. The teen was gasping and moaning, wriggling and constricting the muscles throughout his ass around and against Itachi's sinful hardness. When Itachi began to fondle his cock, the artist knew it was only a matter of seconds. He began to whisper, then cry out Itachi's name in frantic repetition.
Itachi was beginning to believe that being intimate with Dei was a form of inebriation for him. Everything became obscure and disorienting, but also bigger and brighter all at once. It was as if all his nerves were standing at attention, waiting for even the slightest tap to send them into a mind-altering frenzy. The layer of flesh under his skin was smoldering, but no matter how the heat built up it wouldn't, couldn't, didn't dissipate. It stayed collected near his skin, in a constant, impatient state of waiting to be dispelled with a wash of sweet relief. This must be what people were identifying when they used such trite phrases as "the fire of passion." And it made the experience all the more confusing and sexy to the brilliant Uchiha that he could not decipher why on earth Dei had this effect on him.
"Itachi... Oh, fuck, I-Itachi, hmmm… I-ta-chi! ITACHI!"
Every sound of his name being spoken in that way – a groan, a plea, an expression of worship - was a powerful, single-purposed current pushing, pulling Itachi deeper into a state of ecstasy, drunk on the mystical prowess of the beautiful person thrusting his hips up to meet Itachi's in a forceful action that symbolized not only a physical, but emotional connection for the two. When he felt Dei's legs clamping tighter and quivering and saw the sticky, white substance being pumped from the artist's pulsating dick at the same time his face took on the sacred expression of one experiencing the almost supernatural sensation of sexual climax, Itachi was forced to let go.
Thrusting his hips one last time, connecting almost savagely with Dei's most perfect asset, Itachi finally muttered Deidara's name, although it came out more like the strangled cry of, "Augh - Dei! Dei!"
Dei could feel the tight space formerly occupied by the length of Itachi's dick suddenly inhabited with the raven's sperm, and it felt wonderful. It slowly dripped all over the curves of Dei's warm, abused skin. But more glorious than all of that was Itachi's face. Itachi's exquisite face revealing a sort of taboo, intense pleasure. Dei was exhilarated by the inviolable satisfaction that he, and he alone, had made it look that way – could make it look that way. The raven's eyes were shut tight so his inky lashes could brush his cheeks, which were covered in a heat-induced blush, his enticing lips set in almost a snarl, his black hair hanging sexily across his face and a few strands sticking to the soft skin because of the sheen of sweat covering it.
"Have you seen Itachi?"
The muffled voice of Kisame coming from behind Dei's door did all the work of prematurely snapping the two Akatuski members out of their just reached euphoric state. Both faces shot toward the door. Having softened enough for the movement to not be painful, Itachi quickly pulled out of Dei and noiselessly began to wipe them both with a clean part of the sheet, which at this point was hard to come by.
"Nope." That curt reply said in a dull voice. Had to be Sasori. "I can't find Deidara either."
"Just follow the damage," Kisame retorted loudly and sardonically. "It's not unusual for Itachi to go wandering off by himself. But the crazy kid is always around making noise somewhere."
The two youngest members of the criminal organization stood as still as statues, trying not to make a noise.
However, when Dei glanced at Itachi, the entire scope of the situation, from the awkwardness, the sudden anxiety and the desperate need for secrecy, to the fact that it was something the two of them were sharing together, suddenly struck him as kind of humorous and perfectly delightful. It didn't help that the usually controlled Uchiha was looking a little caught off guard, but also mischievous – like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar – and it gave Dei a quick look at a rare side of Itachi that no one had seen in the past few years. It inducted into their relationship an entirely new aura, a fresh layer of shared intimacy. The blonde clasped his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.
Itachi's eyes darted toward the playful teenager and he looked at him like he was crazy for just a second, but there was something infectious about the inviting mirth in Deidara's eyes that caused the raven to let out a rare, involuntary smile as he brought up a finger to his lips in an urgent gesture to remind the artist to be quiet. Dei nodded. They were in this together now.
"Deidara's probably just sleeping still," Sasori said.
"We're meeting soon. Want to wake him?"
Large black eyes met larger blue eyes in a flash and Dei had to press his hand harder to his mouth to suppress the laughter. Itachi started to snatch up his discarded clothes with unusual haste. Yet, even a little startled and trying to be quick, he somehow managed to move his perfect, pale body with its normal agility and grace. Dei couldn't help watching him, still reveling in the joy of this peak flashpoint in their relationship.
This is why he believed wholeheartedly in the artistic beauty of single, solitary moment: Because something unexpected or course-altering could happen in an instant and the effects or the way people responded were so raw, natural and unplanned. And usually they'd only last for a moment, especially in the ninja world where people could quickly bounce back into routine and emotionlessness like a boomerang. But forever that unit of time, where a single cause led to a very real, material effect whose utter authenticity was magnificent, had existed and could be worshipped. Such was the splendor of this moment: he had seen an authentic, natural reaction from Itachi and it was such a unique, priceless and enjoyable look into the usually indecipherable Uchiha's true nature.
"I'll give him five more minutes," They heard the redheaded puppet master respond. "I guess you should go find the Uchiha. Don't want to keep Leader waiting."
Kisame grunted his acquiescence, and Dei and Itachi, who was standing still once more with his hands frozen on the rim of his pants, could hear the sound of the shark nin as he walked away, his heavy steps thudding on the solid ground like normal. Once they heard the sound of Sasori's departing footsteps, much softer and harder to discern, both began to move with ease again and Deidara let out the laughter he had been trying to keep down.
"It's not funny, Dei," Itachi responded in his thick, serious voice, although his eyes said otherwise. "That was a close call. We have to be more careful."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, hm," Deidara said with a dismissive wave of his hand and a cheeky grin at Itachi. His heart was suddenly gripped once again with the desire to share his true feelings with the Uchiha, and he knew if he didn't keep things light and frothy, he might do so. "I get it, Itachi. We have to be careful and we will be."
"I'm serious, Dei," Itachi said, his eyes looking right into the artist's with a stern warning in the onyx orbs, although his face was devoid of its usual severity and instead soft and definitely affectionate. He knew his best bet at securing the unpredictable bomber's cooperation was to issue a threat that he would not do this again if word got out, but he couldn't bring himself to try so petty and cruel a tactic. Besides, he knew Dei wasn't dumb and the bomber surely realized how uneasy and uncomfortable it could make things for them if their fellow criminals found out.
"I promise, Itachi," Dei said, suddenly as serious as the Uchiha. It kind of threw Itachi off guard. "I promise, hm. We will be as careful and quiet as we need to be. Whatever you say goes. Just … just promise me this isn't the last time, hm."
Like butter over a stove. That's how quickly Dei could soften Itachi's heart. However, the raven already had started down the path toward gathering his composure and putting on his thick, blank shell, so he merely nodded. He might have decided to screw Dei, but he had not decided to turn this into anything more substantial … although who the fuck was he kidding? It was more. It was definitely more. That was clear in the way Dei smiled despite the marginally small size of Itachi's response.
Damn, the blonde's affection toward him was unconditional and that kind of bond was something Itachi only had felt a handful of times before in his entire life and something he had decided four years ago that he would never be part of again.
Just as he was about to leave, Itachi felt his hand stalling on the door knob. Before he could stop himself he turned back toward Dei, smiling gently once more in spite of himself. He wasn't sure what he was going to allow himself to say so he simply waited to hear what would come out of his mouth. "… This is far from the last time, sweetheart. Promise. You're irresistible to me."
That was enough. Without waiting to see how his words would impact the wide-eyed artist, the dark, guarded Uchiha slipped through the door, prepared to play the part of the indifferent, cold Akatsuki genjutsu expert once more.