AN/ Narrator POV in this chapter. Beware of non-graphic smex, and INCEST. Bad little lonely Uchisluts have Uchisex 3
Sasori and Deidara wrote the note at breakfast. They attached one of the pictures to it. The note was as follows –
"You will not give homework. OR THIS PICTURE WILL BE ON EVERY FORM ROOM DOOR AND IN EVERY SINGLE TEAHCER'S OFFICE.
-Signed, ANNOYMOUS"
Deidara was giggling as he slipped the note under the door. He and Sasori ran up to the form room. Considering it was 30 minutes until the bell went, the halls were empty. So Deidara 'violated' Sasori, who was too busy thinking about things to resist. Or he was mentally drooling. Deidara stopped when the first two people to come in walked down the hallway. It just happened to be Tsunade and Itachi. Itachi looked at them blankly, but Tsunade marched up to Deidara, poked him in the forehead, and snarled-
"Didn't I tell you not to molest other students?"
"I'm too innocent to molest. I violate, yeah." Tsunade gave him an odd look, and then walked off. Itachi was practically peeing himself with the effort of not laughing. He eventually wrestled it down to a subtle smirk, and walked after Tsunade. Deidara giggled, and swung his arms over Sasori.
"You are not innocent. You took photos of people having sex." The doors swung open, but no-one ever came through. Until around a minute later, when a very pale Iruka walked into the corridor. Deidara put on a very large fake smile, and said-
"Tell your seme to obey to our demands, or the pictures shall be published!" Iruka made he way very quickly in the direction of the art corridor.
"BEWARE! WE SHALL TAKE MORE, YEAH!" Sasori clapped a hand to his forehead, and sighed and Deidara cackled, as Iruka ran through the doors practically screaming. Deidara cackled, and snuggled against Sasori. Sasori sighed, and knew that it would be a long day. Because Art was first period.
Deidara was smiling like a maniac as the end of the lesson neared. Sasori was really quite worried. Deidara had even given up attempting to molest Sasori. Then, HOMEWORK appeared on the board. Deidara stiffened, then grinned. He cackled madly as he jotted down the homework. The bell went, and it was English. Deidara smirked, and cackled again.
At English, Iruka was extremely pale. He let the class do what they wanted. This was good for Deidara, because he could sit on Sasori's lap and molest him. He couldn't do this in other lessons. Sasori was comfortable with this, sort of. Iruka wrote up the HOMEWORK, and Deidara had a laughing fit. Iruka was scared, of course. He should be – in two periods it was lunch. When Deidara would have his fun.
When everyone came in for lunch, the pictures where everywhere. On the floor, in the classrooms, and on every teachers desk. Iruka had to be carted away with severe nosebleeds, like most of the other teachers. Including Jiraiya, which was a shock to everyone. Kakashi was traumatized because he didn't think they would actually do it. Well, Deidara was the only person who did it. Sasori watched and laughed. Then school was dismissed because half the teachers had to be sent home. So Deidara rejoiced and skipped to Sasori's flat, where he boogied around. And then he sat on Sasori.
The Uchiha household was quiet, until Sasuke walked into the flat and slammed the door. Itachi opened the door and scowled as he closed it. Sasuke stomped into his room and slammed the door, where he began to kick the walls and trash it. Itachi scowled, and sat in the hallway. He was lonely without Kisame to fuck him. Sasori was off with Deidara. So all he had was Sasuke. That would be fine. He got up, and smirked. He strode up the hallway, and opened up Sasuke's door. Sasuke was standing with his back to Itachi, and trembling. Itachi closed the door, and wrapped his arms around Sasuke's elbows, trapping his brother there.
"What are you doing?"
"You don't want to know, little brother…" Itachi purred into his brother's ear. He steered Sasuke to the bed, and pinned him beneath him. Itachi chuckled, and undid his pants, and then Sasuke's. Sasuke began to panic, and struggle.
"Stop… STOP!" Sasuke was crying into the sheets as Itachi, without consideration, thrust into Sasuke. Sasuke screamed in agony, his head throwing backwards into his brothers neck. Itachi was chuckling.
"Shush, little brother, its alright…" He emphasised each word with a thrust, each thrust making Sasuke scream and spasm on the sheets. Blood dribbled over Sasuke's thighs and hips, and from gashes in his elbows from where Itachi had gripped too hard.
"Scream for me, little brother. Call me nii-san…" He thrust again and again, Sasuke biting his lip.
"Call me nii-san." Itachi was demanding now. Sasuke screamed in pain again.
"No… stop…" Sasuke gritted out, writhing beneath Itachi in an attempt to escape. A poor attempt.
"Call me nii-san." Itachi growled.
"Nii-san…" Sasuke whimpered into the sheets.
"Louder."
"Nii-san!" Sasuke shivered.
"Scream it!" Itachi commanded, digging his purple nails into Sasuke's elbows.
"NII-SAN!" Itachi chuckled, and drew himself out of Sasuke.
"Good boy." Itachi cooed, stroke Sasuke's hair before he left his little brother in a shivering heap. He then got into the shower, washing the blood off his body. He didn't hear Sasuke slam the door shut.
Sasori was sitting beside Deidara on the couch, trying to ignore the molesting he was victim of. The doorbell rang, and Deidara skipped towards the door, flinging it open.
"HEY, YEAH!" Kisame rose an eyebrow at him, and walked past into the living room.
"Kisame? What're you doing here?"
"Itachi just came to my flat and molested me. Wanted to know if I had seen Sasuke. He seemed pretty worried, and he smelt a little metallic… No idea. But I had to get away, so I came here."
"I thought you hated me for something I didn't do, ie. Snog Itachi?"
"WHAT?" Deidara stood, opened mouthed in the doorway.
"I caught him at it with his pants undone." Kisame grinned at Deidara. It was the last straw – Deidara ran from the flat as quickly as possible.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT FOR?" Sasori yelled, elbowing Kisame as hard as he could as he stood up, ready to run after Deidara.
"It came out the wrong way…?"
"STUPID IDIOT!" Kisame winced as the door slammed.
Deidara ran, ran, ran and ran. He finally collapsed in the middle of the desolate football field, his eyes filled with tears and his chest heaving. The tears rolled down his cheeks, and as he tilted his head back to look at the sky, rolled down his neck and left tiny wet patches on the edge of his shirt. He started beating the ground with curled fists, beating out his frustration and anger, sobbing away his sadness.
When Sasori finally found Deidara, he ran to comfort him, only to be met by a punch in the jaw. He yelped, and staggered backwards, taken by surprise. Deidara's eyes were red and puffy, but crazed.
"YOU WENT BEHIND MY BACK!"
"Deidara, please…"
"YOU WENT BEHIND MY BACK AND YOU MADE OUT WITH ITACHI!"
"Deidara, I didn't…"
"ITACHI OF ALL PEOPLE! ARENT YOU HAPPY WITH ME?" Deidara was in hysterics.
"Deidara, I didn't make out with Itachi!"
"Then what did you do?"
"I was the victim, he came onto me!"
"I'm so believing that! Forget it, Sasori."
"Dei-"
"FORGET IT!"
Sasuke was shivering. He was in Naruto's apartment, hiding in Naruto's cupboard as Naruto tried to drive away Itachi. A new flood of tears cascaded down his cheeks. He rubbed frantically at his eyes, and held back the hiccups. But one escaped. He heard footsteps, and the door opened. Itachi's black eyes were puffy and crazed. A insanely calm smile graced Itachi's lips as he reached out for his brother, pulling him out of the closet. Naruto gasped, then snarled and tackled Itachi. Sasuke felt his brother hands leave his sides, and he ran to the only place he felt he could.
Sasori shoved Kisame out of his apartment, and punched him before slamming the door.
"Hey, Sasori! Hey, let me back in, man, I'm sorry!"
"GET LOST FUCKFACE!" Sasori yelled, stomping up the stairs and running to his bedroom, jumping into the covers and screaming into the pillows.
"FUCKING ITACHI! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" He sobbed, tears wetting the pillow. He heard his doorbell ring, and he ran down the stairs, throwing open the door, in a wild hope that it was Deidara –
"Sasuke?"
AN/ Sorry for the long delay ; And I apologize for the tiny chapter...