Gomenasai to my readers for posting this so late. I have somewhat of an excuse! I was blow-drying my hair and it short-circuited my computer room and my computer was on with the fic on it (not saved) and deleted the whole fifth chapter. I'm going to Japan for six weeks starting June 15th so I might be late on posts. I'll try and get some as fast as I can before I leave though! Arigatou and I hope you enjoy the chapter. Ja ne. –Invader Nicole
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Mr. Kishimoto owns it. Google image search Taro Okamoto and look at the first pic for all Deidara fans!
"Juunin Toiro"
Chapter Five: I Can't Do This
By Invader Nicole
Deidara stared at the huge compound that must've been Itachi's home as the dark-haired youth parked his sport mobile in front of the house's brick steps. The bright yellow color of the walls reminded him of spring as his eye looked over the house's grand size. The stained glass windows glinted in the noon sun and the wind blew softly, creating a symphony of rings from the window chimes hanging upon the doorframe. Deidara stared as he didn't even realize a house like this could even exist around the area.
"C'mon, Dei-chan."
Deidara felt himself nod slowly as he followed Itachi's movements of opening the car door, getting out and closing the door after him before following the older male up the flight of six stairs. The clinking of Itachi's keys seemed to warn him as Itachi opened the front door and entered, Deidara behind him as he took one final glance at the outside world. Taking off his shoes at the entrance and laying them on the tatami mat next to Itachi's he went up another, longer flight of twisting stairs. It felt strange to be inside someone's house, especially someone he had just met and knew next to nothing about. His eyes found a long interest in the cherry wood stairs as he finally stopped at the crest of the stairs and looked around. To his left he could see a hallway leading to a kitchen, to his right two closed doors, and set in front of him was the dining room with another hallway leading to what he presumed were more rooms. Itachi removed his black trench coat, one covered randomly in red clouds Deidara noted, and opened one of the closed doors to hang it inside.
"Itachi!"
Deidara doubled back as he heard a voice yell from the direction of the kitchen, one that sounded with a tone of anger and a hint of a rasp. He turned to the raventte who merely sighed, mumbled "one moment" and walked towards to the kitchen only to be greeted by more echoing words of maddening tremors.
"Itachi, did you take money from my wallet? I wanted to eat out for lunch today and it was gone." Even from his position at the crest of the stairs Deidara could still hear the hiss of accusation in the words and tried to not get caught listening.
"Yes, it was only a little though."
"A twenty isn't exactly a little."
A slight blow of air issued from the kitchen as Deidara presumed it was a sigh, mostly likely from Itachi. The raventte ran his fingers through his chin-length black hair as he rested his back against the kitchen wall and glanced in the direction of the entrance hallway and had a clear view of Deidara. The blonde looked away, caught in the act of spying as he blushed and hung the long, blonde bangs in front of his face. Itachi smirked, finding the blonde all the more to his liking.
"I'll pay you back later, Sasuke," Itachi said, clearly annoyed with the younger raven-haired male's anger issues. "Besides, why the sudden urge to eat lunch? You never ate lunch before, much less outside."
A silence filled the atmosphere as Deidara heard Itachi sigh again and could almost see the smirk play across Itachi's lips. "I'm guessing you haven't spoken to him then, have you?"
"No, what's it to you anyway? It isn't any of your business so don't get involved."
A laugh erupted from the older male as his shoulders shook from Sasuke's comment. "You sound more and more like a sexually-confused hormonal emo kid the every time I see you. It's almost pathetic that you can't speak to him yet, let alone admit it openly."
"What're you talking about?" Doubt. Doubt and denial were spreading through those words like poison.
"You know of whom I speak. That boy that looks like a fox. Naruto, was it? Where is he anyway?"
"I'm supposed to meet him at Ichiraku for lunch. I would've been there by now if you hadn't stolen my money."
"Borrowed is the word you're looking for. I'm guessing he asked you to go then since you don't have the balls to ask him yourself. It's almost cute. You were going to buy him lunch, weren't you? I can tell, or you wouldn't be making such a deal over borrowing your money."
"Shut up. Just shut up, Itachi, and give me back my money so I can leave!"
"I don't have it. I already spent it so you'll just have to wait."
"Fuck it, just screw it already! I shouldn't have even asked if you still had it! You're too much of a fucking' drug addict to st-"
Deidara froze as he heard the yelling male's words cut off, a few coughs and then a loud thump as if something falling. His palms grew sweaty as he tried to think of a way out of the apartment or get help. He could already feel his feet step backwards and towards the door as he came to realize he felt nothing underneath his step.
'Shit!'
Everything played out as a music video in slow motion as he felt himself fall backwards. Deidara's hands reached out frantically for the staircase railing or even a step to grab onto. His fingernails raked against the wooden floor as he felt his lower half hit the third step with such a force that pain shot up to his torso. The pain that lay dormant inside his body from the night before and the morning woke up at that moment. He gasped, both mechanical and natural eye open wide as his upper half fell almost in sync with the rest of his body and he continued to fall down the stairs.
"Dei-chan? Dei-chan, wake up."
Slowly opening both his eyes Deidara squinted at the little light that peeked through the window to his right. His eyes burned, but tried to focus on the figure that stood over him with coal-black eyes and a dark demeanor. He saw that it was Itachi, holding a white hand towel in his hands. As Deidara tried to lift himself up Itachi pushed his chest back with one hand and told him to stay down for a while longer.
"What exactly happened?"
"You fell down the stairs after hearing me punch my brother in the stomach. My guess is you we're planning to leave and forgot the stairs were behind you."
Deidara winced as he remembered that Itachi had caught him overhearing the conversation. He had heard a strange noise and wanted to go back to the car or at least outside, and he had totally forgotten about the stairs.
"I carried you back upstairs to my room and treated your wounds."
"Wounds!" Deidara yelled in surprise as he got up from the bed he was in and instantly regretted it as he felt his lower back burn.
"Well not wounds as in a bloody hole, more like bruises. You fell down the whole flight of stairs you know'? You bruise easy too."
"Oh, sorry about that. I guess I just freaked out, yeah."
"You're skin is rather delicate though," Itachi went on, ignoring Deidara's apology. "You had some other bruises as well when I treated the ones you got here. Care to explain?"
"Oh, those? I just get bruises from fighting with my brother sometimes, yeah."
"You have a brother? Older, I'm guessing then since you seem to be the baby of the family type."
"Older brother, yeah. He's a senior at Karuni Kouyougakou, too, yeah."
"I see. I just have Sasuke with me. My parents are never home. They're both workaholics and usually send money in the mail each month, so it's just me and Sasuke." Itachi said as he sat himself upon the bed, his eyes transfixed at the open window next to Deidara. "My father married inside the family so that he could continue the Uchiha bloodline. He wanted me to be a great son, one filled with promise more so than Sasuke."
Deidara stared in shock at Itachi as he learned something about the older teen. For the first, he noticed, the raventte had said something without malice in the words, or a hidden meaning. He had actually opened up to the blonde and said what he had been brought into. Deidara turned to the window as Itachi had done and noticed a lone tree branch almost reaching the window glass. The branch was cold, thin, and a few crinkled leaves hardly hanging onto the twigs as the harsh January wind blew against it.
"That's sad to know, Itachi-san. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I don't mind being used. That's just what my purpose is until met with."
"But still . . . I never knew my parents. I don't really know what happened to them, whether they left us or they died, but I just never really knew them. I would've liked to though. My brother and sister are the closest things I have to family and I'm glad to have them, yeah," Deidara whispered aloud as he closed his eyes and pushed away all the negative things that have happened in the past few years.
Itachi shifted to Deidara slowly, eyes wide and distant as he took in what the blonde had said. "I'm sorry to hear that, Dei-chan, I guess we're more alike then I thought. I hope I can make you feel better and take away the pain you must feel."
"What do yo-"
Before Deidara could finish his question he felt his lips freeze as Itachi caught them and pushed his own against Deidaras'. His whole body seemed to go numb as Itachi held down his elbows with both his strong hands, his legs pressed down upon the bed by Itachi's knees'. After a breathless moment after Itachi pulled back to breathe Deidara registered what was happening and tried to squirm free from the raventte's hold. His body seemed to wilt into the soft mattress and sheets as Itachi began to tease Deidara's small neck with his tongue, creating a serial dance upon the soft skin. Deidara's back arched at every touch of the mouth muscle, his mind going blank as he whispered the ravenette's name in a low voice.
"Do you like it?" Itachi asked in a sultry voice.
Deidara panted a bit before asking back, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I like you, and you seem to like me too."
"How can you tell whether I like you or not?"
Itachi smirked and bent down to the side of Deidara's head, his breath hot and warming Deidara's ear as he whispered the assumption. "Because, the pants you're wearing are mine. You stole them from my locker during gym class, didn't you? If you wanted to get into my pants that badly then all you had to do was ask."
Deidara didn't know what to say, his mind went blank as what Itachi had said finally registered into his mind. "But I-" was all he got out before Itachi reclaimed his lips once more in a forceful kiss and his hands lifted off Deidara's mesh shirt with almost no problem as the blonde found himself frozen at what was happening.
'Do something, Deidara!' his mind cried out frantically as he could feel Itachi's strong hands groping at his sides, touching every part of his small chest and wanting to touch every part of his torso. Itachi parted from Deidara's lips once more to lick softly at Deidara's nipple, sending the blonde into a whirlwind of muscle twitches and weakness. When Itachi's arms finally stopped ravaging his ribcage Deidara panted softly, his body covered in a light film of sweat and he was warm all over. He could feel Itachi's arm snake under his back and down into the pocket of his jeans to grope at his backside. Deidara was too drained to try to stop him, only mumble for him to stop it.
"Interesting. So I was right."
"What?" Deidara asked lowly as he lifted hid head and saw that Itachi held the condom from sex ed in his hand, dangling it from the wrappers point it in front of Deidara's face.
"You want to do it just as much as I want to, Dei-chan."
"No. T-That's not it at all, y-yeah." Deidara knew his voice and body were shaking at Itachi's intentions.
Deidara swore he saw Itachi's eyes turn into a gleaming red and black as he smiled and grinded his hip against Deidara's. Deidara felt his whole face become warm; he knew he was blushing badly at what Itachi had done. He'd felt Itachi's length, hard and erect against his own arousal. And he knew Itachi knew he was turned on.
"You're body says different, Dei-chan. Why deny what it craves?"
Deidara whimpered as Itachi nipped at his collarbone, finding Deidara's weak point and earning a series of moans from the blonde as he relaxed under Itachi. Itachi continued, glad that he had calmed Deidara and now he could easily progress. His kisses became deeper, extending the blonde's pleasure as he unbuttoned the black pants and slid them off Deidara's pale legs. He unbuttoned his own pants, lowering them to his knees and lowering his briefs as well. Oh how we wanted to enter Deidara then and there, to drive forcefully into the smaller male and push him into a world of bliss. But that could wait a little longer; he wanted to make the blonde want him more.
Itachi took back his lips from Deidara's neckline and stared at the blonde, his breathing hard and the pink, bruised skin turning him on more. He knew Deidara would cave in soon. His hands quickly removed Deidara's boxers to his ankles and he marveled at how large and rigid the younger male was, his member swollen as he lay there. Itachi moved into position, lowering his own member at Deidara's end. A bit of pre-cum was already leaking and poking at Deidara's entrance as Itachi was ready to enter. Wrapping his hand around Deidara's cock Itachi began to stroke it expertly, starting slowly and increasing when he pleased. He was surprised to see small trails of tears escaping Deidara's tightly shut eyes'.
'Isn't he enjoying this?' Itachi wondered as he continued to jerk at Deidara. 'He's still erect, but he's close to cuming. I'll move onto the next step then if he doesn't like it.'
Deidara never felt so weak and helpless in his whole life. He felt like a whore, the way Itachi was teasing him and knowing he was enjoying every moment. 'Stop, just please stop it. I've had enough, I can't take this anymore. It's bad enough with Muteki, I don't want to-' Deidara gasped as he now felt Itachi's sex organ touching him, already trying to pierce through his hole. He began to panic as Itachi's pre-cum acted as a sticky lubricant and only eased Itachi's insertion. 'No! I don't want to do it! Stop! Someone, anyone, please help me! Saiai! Haku! Sasori!'
"Stop!" Deidara cried at the top of his lungs as Itachi was practically halfway in. Itachi stopped his progression as he saw Deidara break down in front of him and a torrent of tears ran down his cheeks. His blue, right eye was now a soft pick color from the crying. His body wracked with shivers as he was unable to suppress the sobs any longer and his hands shook terribly as he seemed to recoil within himself into a small ball of flesh.
Itachi removed himself from Deidara, noticing the blonde's cry of pain as he pulled his knees under his chin and hugged them into a tight fetal position. "What's wrong?"
Deidara pushed his forehead against his crossed arms and sobbed, not caring that he was naked and crying in front an older person. "I don't want to do it, I don't. I asked you to stop so many fucking times and you didn't no matter what I said."
Itachi bit back his tongue from saying he never tried to stop it. He didn't know what to do now since this never happened before. "Look, I stopped, didn't I? Just get your clothes on and we'll go back to school now. Okay? Nothing happened so there's nothing to cry over."
"What do you mean nothing happened! You forced yourself onto me and didn't even stop until I screamed!" Deidara yelled; his eye burning and voice soar. "Who knows what you would've done if I hadn't said anything! Am I some kind of whore to you? Do I portray that! Please tell me 'cause I'm sick of getting screwed for every fucking thing that happens!"
Getting up from the bed Deidara walked past Itachi as he gathered his clothes from the ground and began to dress himself, his hands shaking from what had occurred minutes ago. Itachi stared in pity as he saw Deidara having difficulty with the pants zipper, his shaking hands making it difficult. "Let me help you at least," Itachi said as he got up to help the quivering blonde.
"Get the hell away from me, you rapist!" Deidara yelled in anger, slapping away Itachi's hands as he came near. "I don't want your help now or ever again! Just take me to school; you can at least do that!"
Itachi resisted from smacking Deidara because of the insult and nodded, putting his own clothes back on. "I'll wait for you outside; the keys for the front door will be there." With that said Itachi left Deidara alone in the room, ignoring the faint sobs he could hear from the door as he neared the stairs to the main floor.
Itachi watched as Deidara locked the front door of the Uchiha compound and walked towards the red car, regretfully at that. He swore he saw doubt plague Deidara's eyes as he entered the car and closed the door. "Don't worry; I'm not going to try anything in the car." He didn't receive an answer from blonde, as he expected. As he drove he watched Deidara from the corner of his eyes; how he looked out the window almost scared, his legs shifting positions every now and then and the way his hands seemed to grip tightly at the red chains on the side of his pants. "You can keep them."
"What?" Deidara finally asked, looking away from the window and to Itachi for the first time since they left the house.
"The pants. You like them, right? So you can keep them, think of it as a way of me saying 'I'm sorry for doing that so let's try and start over.' Okay?"
It took a while, but Deidara finally nodded and said a small "Okay, yeah." Itachi nodded to himself as well, pleased and a little sad as well at having to get rid of the pants.
"Where'd you get them from anyway?" Deidara asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Believe it or not I made them a while ago, last year during junior year for my boyfriend. Shit happened and we broke up, he returned them and didn't even bother removing the patch or white-out message on the ass. Figures, he never really liked to erase what he called art," he said, scoffing in a friendly mock as he took his eyes of the road for a second to glance at Deidara.
"Oh . . . . so who was your boyfriend then? Did he graduate already?"
"No, actually. He was younger than me by a year when we started going out," he said nonchalantly as he set his eyes on the road again. "He's in the same year as you. You probably don't know him, but his name is Akasuna Sasori."
'Sasori?' Deidara thought; very much surprised. He didn't know what to say at that. Of course he knew the guy. He'd carried Deidara to the nurse today and he even made a fool of himself in front of the guy in sex ed.
"I'm guessing you do know him then by the silence I got?" asked interested.
"Oh, um . . . " Deidara said, not sure still of what to say. "I do know him, yeah. Not personally or anything, I just know who he is, yeah."
"I see. Well if he asks where you got the pants just say I gave them to you. Don't say why though, he'd probably punch me out for that," Itachi mumbled as he made a sharp swerve.
"Sasori!"
"Yeah. He may not look it, but he's strong as hell. I've been on the receiving end of fights with him, and let's just say it's not pretty."
'Sasori doesn't look like the violent type. If anything he looks like a quiet artist.'
"Where are we going anyway, yeah?"
"To pick up my brother, Sasuke. He said he'd be at Ichiraku for lunch with Naruto," Itachi said, making a turn of the wheel and parking at a corner across the street from the ramen shop. Deidara stared at Itachi as he turned off the ignition and seemed to wait.
"Why'd we stop?"
"Just look over there at the shop," Itachi whispered lowly, a smirk playing across his face.
Deidara turned then looked away, having memorized the scene very well in his mind with that single glance. Naruto had been at an outdoor table at Ichiraku ramen shop, lyring on top of someone who Deidara guessed was Sasuke. 'He certainly looks a lot like Itachi at least,' Deidara thought as he turned back to the pair.
The one who he guessed was Sasuke had shoulder length blue-black hair, a longer bang set in front of his face in the emo-cut fashion. His skin was a pale white color, much fairer than Deidaras'. Sasuke was pinned under Naruto who had his arms on each side of the Uchiha's head as he leaned back against the table top and allowed the blonde fox-like boy to overtake his mouth and press his body close to Sasukes'. Deidara tried to look away, but couldn't as he saw one of Naruto's hands going frantically up Sasuke's black 'Ohio is for Lovers' T-shirt, touching at the white skin. His other hand reached to touch Sasuke's tight black jeans, his fingers lightly caressing at the groin area as Sasuke moaned Naruto's name. Deidara could tell Sasuke was the opposite of his brother already, looking more like a receiver as he allowed Naruto to do as he pleased. Only after a few moments did he actually try to rival against Naruto, unzippering the black and orange jacket and his hand sliding down the front of Naruto's large, blue jeans. Naruto's back arched at the sensual touches, appearing as though he purred as well and mumbled the raventte's name through gritted teeth.
"I think we should leave them for now," Itachi said, smiling as he drove away from the ramen shop.
Deidara was a bright red now when he asked if it was okay to leave them like that. Itachi tilted his head a bit and replied "eh." With that said they were off towards the school and onto seventh period. Deidara was glad he was able to start over with Itachi at least a bit, although it would take him a whole before he could visit their house again. So many things happened in the past 40 minute's that he wondered what to think. Itachi practically raping him in his room, Sasori's pants, Sasuke and Naruto. 'Please don't let the rest of the day be like this,' Deidara pleaded as he saw they were approaching Karuni Kouyougakou.
Hey readers, well there's the 5th chapter finally after like a month and ½. So sorry for the wait, hope you guys liked the lemons at least. That was the first chapter I thought of when starting this fic so hope it was okay. Well I must go now, school finals. Ja ne. –Invader Nicole
