Take away your happy face, even though sex is happening. Better prepare instead!
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Clothes laid scattered around through his bedroom, landed wherever Itachi thought was the perfect place. The sheets were crumbled up at the footboard of the bed, pushed aside so no bare skin would be covered. Fingers slipped up and down Deidara's thigh, waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Every touch left his skin tingling, far worse than he had ever experienced. Sex was not foreign to Deidara, even if he hadn't done it often, but this was different from all those other times. So very different. Every kiss Itachi laid on Deidara's neck or torso left burning marks in its wake, the question for more lingering in the thrusts upwards Deidara gave whenever Itachi moved too far away.
Legs were pushed apart and a heavy weight settled between them, their bare bodies pressed together so intimately it left Deidara breathless. As harsh puffs of air were forced out of Deidara's lungs, he looked up at the person above him. He expected to see barely any emotion at all, dark eyes simply looking back at him. But Itachi's cheeks were flushed slightly, and his lips were parted to let out soft sighs. This was doing something to him as well. It wasn't just Deidara coming undone completely.
Somewhere Deidara wanted Itachi to mock him, call him out on his lying of not wanting Itachi. Telling him he was wrong when he rejected Itachi, and that Deidara should've known better. That this had been a battle lost long ago. Just so Deidara could retaliate. So that he had a reason to push Itachi off and let him know this was not how it worked. That Deidara did not want Itachi after all. But no mocking word ever left Itachi's lips, nor did he show any type of arrogance. It was all just so sweet, so bitter sweet Deidara could hardly stand it.
Lips crashed together again, a needy groan rising up from Deidara's mouth as a tongue slipped in. Sliding his hands up and down Itachi's sides, Deidara was struck by the thought that if he pushed his thumbs forward, he could easily break Itachi's rib. And yet Itachi's body felt strong and powerful, towering over him with this aura that screamed authority. All that made Deidara give in easily, letting Itachi take charge and move them into a position Deidara had never been in before.
Effortlessly Itachi slid his hands over every bit of skin Deidara had to offer, dipping into his hips, moving up over his chest to tease his collarbone with a feather light touch. Between his legs, Deidara could feel something hard growing larger and larger, it soon firmly pressed against his abdomen. It wasn't a mystery what was going to happen soon, and Deidara actually found himself longing for that moment now, wanting it to be there already. He was growing hard as well, his erection sliding right next to Itachi's. The brush of their lengths together made Itachi close his eyes, letting the feeling linger just a little longer.
'Put your legs around my waist,' Itachi whispered ever so soft, his voice barely reaching Deidara's ears. But he followed the order, bringing his legs up to slide them over Itachi's hips, and lock them right above Itachi's bottom. Circling his arms around Itachi's neck next, Deidara locked the other in completely. Neither of them would run now, unable to with the way they were clinging to each other. 'You are so beautiful,' Itachi murmured, bringing his lips down to litter Deidara's neck in kisses. 'So beautiful.'
It was a compliment Deidara had never really cared for, aware of his angelic beauty. It was what pulled people in in the first place, much like Itachi. But these compliments were different. It was Itachi that found him beautiful, and whispered it to him as they were about to…
'I've never met someone as exquisite as you before. You are extraordinary. Strong beyond belief. A magnificent powerful being no ordinary human should ever have laid eyes upon.' These compliments struck Deidara as odd, and there was a moment where he wanted to push Itachi away, and question him about these words. But a hand slipped down Deidara's hip and then parted his ass cheek, causing Deidara's attention to solely focus on what was happening down there. He could feel Itachi's length slide up and down between his butt cheeks, pushing them aside with little force. The process felt a little slick, and every time it passed a certain point, Deidara felt a pleasured sigh escaping his lips without him really noticing. 'It won't hurt,' Itachi suddenly muttered as he started putting pressure on his length, pushing it passed the first ring of muscles.
'It won't hurt,' Deidara copied as Itachi's erection slipped in further and further, it now not feeling as slick as before. Normally one would use lube of some kind, but Itachi was right. This little sting would not hurt Deidara. It was soon powdered over by the sheer pleasure that seemed to take a hold of Deidara's body. Magic was working its way down Deidara's spine, sending a blissful feeling down to Deidara's abdomen, and there it seemed to grow more and more.
Itachi was still gradually pushing his length inside of Deidara, but soon reached the end point, his hips firmly pressed against Deidara's upper thighs. There was a moment to breathe, dark eyes staring down at Deidara with this unreadable expression. What was Itachi thinking about now? Was he experiencing as much of this magnificent feeling as Deidara was or was this solely meant for the angel? Why was it different for him anyway? Why did it feel like his skin was tingling everywhere, his senses hypersensitive to every touch? Even inside his body everything seemed to be tingling.
A twitch of Itachi's dick made Deidara shiver uncontrollably, the control over his body having vanished the moment Itachi pushed his length in. Deidara wanted it to stop, wanted to lay still and be as controlled as Itachi was, but it wouldn't stop. All this pleasure was something his body couldn't handle, not made for all these feelings. Every human feeling had felt dull to Deidara, until he got to this point. What would food now taste like? Would it be different? More enjoyable?
And then Itachi started to move, pulling out slowly, because Deidara was still too tight to put too much force on it. Two groans filled the air in unison, Itachi needing to brace himself right beside Deidara's head. The whole time Itachi kept staring down at Deidara, keeping their eyes locked during every inch he pulled his length out. The thrust back in came as a bit of a surprise, the push a little harder than before, Itachi's erection sliding in without a moment to pause.
It felt the best when Itachi was all the way inside, their bodies connected so closely it made Deidara want to trash his head around, moaning his pleasures up to heaven so even they would know what this was like. But Deidara didn't do such a thing. Not because he didn't dare to or because he didn't truly want to. It was because Itachi's gaze kept him in place so firmly, he simply couldn't.
Pulling back again, Itachi set an even pace, thrusting in not too fast and not too slow. The soft tingles all over Deidara's skin started rising up again. The faster Itachi thrust, the stronger the tingling became. It was evident Deidara was enjoying every move Itachi made, every thrust causing him to groan out in pleasure. His lips were parted so no sound would stay left behind, and he could see Itachi take them all in greedily, his groans fuelling Itachi to continue. Even his voice became louder as the pace really took off. The red dust on his cheeks had deepened and his lips had gotten a rosy colour all due to the kissing they had done. But the weirdest thing Deidara saw, was the faint red glow in those dark depths. Another sign of pleasure perhaps?
Deidara didn't have much time to think about it, Itachi lifting his hips up to move him around a little. A hand was then brought between their bodies and Itachi actually started touching Deidara's length. The one that had lain forgotten on his abdomen, tingling as hotly as every other bit of skin covering his body. A jolt instantly shot through Deidara's body, but he wasn't sure if he had actually enjoyed that one. His skin was slowly getting warmer and warmer as well, the tingling changing in some kind of hot burn.
And then it happened. Itachi delivered a harsh thrust forward, his length sliding in as deep as possible, striking a place inside of Deidara's body that first sent a wave of pleasure through him. But then something else took over. Itachi's hand burned on Deidara's erection, and he quickly slapped it away, hoping the fire would disappear with it, but nothing worked. Every strike forward hit that same spot, the temperature only rising in his body. Couldn't Itachi feel it? Feel his body burning under his touch? Everything was ablaze, his flesh boiling right under the surface. And it needed to come out, leave his body and be gone.
But the pain was preventing him from moving, from pushing Itachi away, and stopping this whole ordeal. The strange thing was that even though his whole body was in pain, his erection didn't waver. It was still standing proudly, twitching with every thrust delivered inside. His lips still let out the pleasured groans as if nothing was amiss. But his eyes betrayed it all. There it showed how he really felt. The utter despair shining through as tears welled up in those blue depths. Itachi must be seeing it all, but he didn't stop thrusting. Every move seemed more determined, pushing his length back in with all his power. Why couldn't he see?
Muscles started to cramp up, making Deidara even more unable to move. He just laid there, locked in a hold that only caused him more and more pain. The fiery sensation started to build more and more, the burn sliding all over Deidara's skin, until it reached a certain point. In a swift move it all centred right in his back, setting the flesh ablaze there. He could hear his skin rustling, breaking apart as it turned to coal. Blisters and wounds must've formed, the burns now blackening as the fire kept raging on and on in his back.
Itachi's groans had grown louder and louder. Dropping his head in the crook of Deidara's neck, he kissed it more, sucking in some places to make markings that would disappear only a second later. His thrusting turned erratic, his pace of completely. But it still pleasured Deidara and he was reaching the highest point in the burning sensation. He wanted to scream out in pain, but his voice got caught in his throat. The slapping of skin against skin took over, echoing in the room together with the creaking of the bed. It was almost there. The end to all of this. Deidara could see the white light coming for him, the punishment waiting on him on the other side. Never had he dreamed of dying, but this must be his moment.
The final thrusts were so rough, that it pushed Deidara over the edge, his orgasm hitting him like a truck. His back came loose from the bed as he groaned out in pleasure, it completely taking over now. It was as if the pain was completely forgotten, but that came rushing back quickly after that. The short final burn hurt the must, forcing Deidara to spill the tears for real, showing off the pain he was suffering not just to Itachi, but to Him as well. It took long enough for Deidara to realise what had happened, but he understood now. He was not dying and would not die at all. It was the final punishment for his betrayal, for his rule breaking behaviour.
His wings, they were gone.
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Characters © Masashi Kishimoto
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So I remembered this was angst, so I was allowed to do angsty things, hence this chapter :D Still so happy with it all?
Also I am putting this story on my First focus list, because I want to finish this one soon too! So hopefully updates every week ;) I have 17 chapters planned in total!
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