Chapter 8
Growing up, Naruto was always jealous of couples with successful love marriages. Even Naruto's own parents were never safe from envious blue eyes. When Itachi and Deidara walked into the Namikaze-Uzumaki residence to ask for Naruto's hand, the small blond had seen their effortless chemistry and hated them for being so happy together.
Now, in the morning's dusky light, holding a peacefully asleep Sasuke in his arms, Naruto completely understands where his past self was coming from. No wonder I was so jealous. If this is what having a husband feels like, than I should have gotten one years ago.
Sasuke sleeps like a rock, his body a pleasantly heavy weight on top of Naruto. The small blond places a soft kiss in black hair. "I would wake you up," Naruto whispers to his husband, "But you look so sweet when you are sleeping."
Sasuke shifts at the words spoken so fondly in his ears. Naruto moans brokenly when the erection buried deep inside him hits a particularly sensitive spot.
Shut up, you dumb blond.Naruto curses himself for making a sound. Let your mate rest.
Sasuke doesn't appear to have heard Naruto's wanton moan. The small blond sighs with relief. Sorry, bastard. I will try to be quiet.A well-rested seme is a strong one, who can protect his submissive against threats. Naruto knows that and fully intends to let Sasuke wake on his own.
Unfortunately, even in deep sleep Sasuke's hips keep thrusting into Naruto's. The blond whimpers. "Sasuke," Naruto can't help but moan like a whore, "Please..."
Sasuke wakes up to a breathless whisper of his name, and a wonderful heat around his penis. The Uchiha smirks sleepily when the luscious scent of Naruto's arousal greets his nose. "Dobe."
Naruto wants to be upset that he woke Sasuke, but the mindless joy he feels at hearing his husband's voice is enough to dismiss any negative thoughts.
The air feels thick with sparks when intense black eyes meet crystal blue. "Wife." Sasuke starts calling Naruto by his various titles. "Mate, lover."
Naruto blushes and turns his head, unknowingly giving Sasuke full access to his neck. The husband takes full advantage and starts sucking on Naruto's throat, adding to the numerous hickeys already lining creamy skin.
"I don't really care for foreplay right now." Sasuke grunts out carelessly between kisses. "I need quick release."
"You have been inside me all night, bastard." Naruto bites out, not concerned about keeping quiet anymore. "I think that counts as foreplay."
Sasuke fails to respond coherently, only managing to plow relentlessly into Naruto's warm body. The demon, which used to feel like an angry and sickly spirit, now feels like a happy, bubbly being, purring in the back chambers of Sasuke's mind.
Naruto gasps after a particularly hard thrust; his trembling hands clutch Sasuke's shoulders like a lifeline. The blonde's feisty personality is starting to slowly come back, but it will take a while before the boy dares to actively engage in pleasurable contact with his husband. For now, he lies back submissively and lets Sasuke use him.
Sasuke is torn between rewarding Naruto for his meek behavior and encouraging the dobe to be more himself. Naruto is such a glorious creature. It doesn't matter if he is obeying Sasuke's every whim or disrespecting the crap out of him. The blond is hopelessly delectable to his husband either way.
"Say something." Sasuke suddenly has this unexplainable, deranged look in his eyes.
Naruto stammers out a breathless "W-What?"
"I want to hear your voice." Sasuke's hips never falter; it's as if he a robot from the waist down. "Say anything."
It`s hard to make conversation when a person is being fucked out of their mind, but Naruto tries his best. "I l-like sex."
Sasuke doesn't respond. He isn't actually in any mood for talking; he just wants Naruto's sexy, raspy voice in his ears when he comes.
"I've was always t-told that sex is bad." Naruto has tears in the corners of his eyes. That's how intense the fucking is. "But it f-feels so good."
If Sasuke was actually listening to his wife, he would be extremely flattered. Uke are an exceptionally difficult breed to please in bed.
"I like b-being close to you." Naruto tells his husband. "I feel complete."
Naruto's legs are stiff around his waist and Sasuke is thrilled. The pleasure he is giving his dobe is paralyzing him from the waist down. Naruto is so hot inside, but Sasuke plows relentlessly, and ignores the sweetness squeezing and burning around him. The bed shakes as Sasuke pounds the beautiful blond into the mattress.
"Oh, god, Sasuke!" The husband's name sounds like a prayer on pouty lips.
Sasuke answer's his dobe's moan by pulling Naruto flush against him and letting his dick slide all the way inside. Naruto whimpers as Sasuke shakes his hips and grounds firmly into his vulnerable, helpless anus.
It isn't long before Naruto is unintelligible and unable to string a coherent sentence together. Every sound out of his mouth is a wheeze. Sasuke loves it, but it's still not the screaming he wants. Sasuke refuses to come until Naruto's throat is positively raw.
Just when Sasuke thinks he needs to fuck even harder, Naruto starts coming. The blond's soft, creamy thighs squeeze a muscular waist desperately.
Sasuke keeps pumping his hips, not allowing his dobe to even catch his breath.
Naruto's body seems as if it is suffering from its own private earthquake. Sasuke does everything he can to keep the blond convulsing. The poor boy sounds as if he is being murdered, which he kind of is. Sasuke is fucking the life out of him.
"Keep coming for me." Sasuke orders; he is satisfied with how their rutting is going, but wants to push his dobe's body. There is no end to his wife's sexual potential.
Naruto doesn't black out this time, but he comes damn well close. The only thing which keeps him awake is Sasuke's firm, commanding voice. "Stay with me, dobe." The Uchiha wants to fuck his blond until he goes insane.
Naruto whimpers like a small, wounded animal. Sasuke can go on fucking him forever, just to hear him make those sounds. The strength in Naruto's body is completely gone. He woke up feeling rested but he will definitely need a nap after this.
Soft, pained sobs escape honey lips. The blonde's anal passage is painfully sensitive after orgasm. Sasuke now knows that it's time to finish up. Naruto is not the kind of uke whose body can withstand pain. The small blond needs to be pampered and loved. Sasuke finally jams his dick deep inside Naruto and leaves it there.
Grunting heavily, Sasuke allows himself to unleash seed, spraying his dobe's womb with what seems like an endless stream of semen.
Tears stream down Naruto's face as his body is flooded. "Thank you." The boy is eternally thankful for his husband's seed.
Sasuke waits until he is completely empty before abruptly pulling out of Naruto and rolling off. The sad whine which Naruto lets out at the loss of contact upsets Sasuke, and his demon, but the Uchiha knows he has to be strong. Sasuke spent the night buried inside that tight hole, but it's not enough. Naruto's body wants to be filled constantly. If it were up to Naruto, Sasuke would never leave him and they would spend the entire day fucking, until the pretty blond got pregnant. Sasuke uses every bit of his self-control to keep from reinserting himself inside Naruto.
"Sasuke." Naruto calls his husband's name softly.
"What is it?" Sasuke doesn't sound out of breath at all. If anything, it seems that the rough fucking has merely served to rejuvenate him. The Uchiha looks more handsome and powerful than he ever has.
"Why does sex feel so amazing?"
The innocent question, coupled with that sensual voice makes Sasuke's penis twitch in reinterest.
"What happens near the end, when it gets painfully good?" Naruto chest rises and falls as he struggles to catch his breath.
"They are called orgasms."
"Oh." Naruto says shortly. "I like them."
"Good." Scarlet lips contort in a vicious smirk. "You will be having a lot of them."
"Do all wives have orgasms? Or is it just me?"
"Depends on the husband." Sasuke sits up as he answers. His stomach is sticky with Naruto's cum, and he curses himself for letting it dry. He wanted to taste the candy fluid again. Naruto's spicy tasty is incredibly addicting.
"So you wanted me to feel good? I had nothing to do with it?"
"I am not in the mood to give you the sex talk." Sasuke stretches his arms. His body feels better than it ever has. He is pretty sure he can fight crime now. One night with Naruto has brought him to a ridiculous level of strength.
"I know how sex works, asshole." Naruto snaps at his husband's dismissiveness. "I just never had the opportunity to ask such questions. And I never had orgasms before either."
"All you need to know," Sasuke seems to be observing his body critically as he speaks, as if he is evaluating himself, "is that I am your husband, and only I get to fuck you."
"I wouldn't want anyone but Sasuke to touch me like this." The very thought makes Naruto feel nauseated. He can actually taste bile in his mouth.
"I will never let anyone else have you." Sasuke's promise is more for himself than it is for Naruto. "Only I will enjoy you. Naruto is mine..."
Sasuke continues muttering to himself. Naruto knows he should be afraid of Sasuke's possessive, fanatical rambling but only manages to feel blissfully content.
"We should shower." Sasuke gets off the bed and starts walking to Naruto's side of the bed, "Deidara will have breakfast prepared by the time we get downstairs."
Naruto obediently lets Sasuke to lift him off the bed. His bottom is very sore, and the blond does not even want to attempt to walk.
Sasuke lets out a satisfied groan when two soft arms snake around his neck. Making sure Naruto is snug against his chest, the Uchiha walks toward the bathroom. His bride weighs next to nothing in his arms. The feeling is unsettling. "You have to gain weight." Sasuke tells Naruto. The future mother of his children needs to be in excellent physical state, or Sasuke's offspring will come out weak and pathetic.
"I stopped eating." Naruto mumbles; reminded of the horrifying months of his life when food just refused to stay in his belly; when nightmares haunted every sleeping and waking moment. "But I started eating again. I've actually gained a few pounds."
"You need more muscle on you. Pregnancy will be a huge strain. You won't be able to handle it in your condition." Sasuke is brutally honest. He is not used to speaking with sensitive young boys for whom the biggest ambition in life is to bear their beloved's children.
"Does that mean I can't have your babies?" Naruto's whines sadly. "I am not healthy enough?"
"That's not what I said." Sasuke immediately corrects his dobe. "Your wellness is not in question. Still, pregnancy will be more difficult with your current weight."
"Sasuke doesn't think I am good enough." Naruto's eyes immediately well up with tears. "He wants to have babies with someone else."
"No." Sasuke says quickly. "That's not what I meant." The Uchiha finally realizes his error and regrets bringing up weight at all. Naruto is clearly emotionally vulnerable. The blond just got married, and lost his virginity. Leaving his parents house hasn't helped matters either. Not to mention, no submissive on the planet wants to be criticized on his weight, and especially by his husband of all people.
Naruto starts trying to squirm out of his husband's grasp but fails.
"I don't want you to suffer when you are with child." Sasuke holds the thrashing blond, but even with his strength he is having trouble. "You are light as a feather."
"Most husbands complain when their wives are too fat," Naruto sniffles, "You are the other way around."
"I can see your ribs." Sasuke's tone is almost pleading. "A child growing in its mother's body only leeches nutrition. You have precious little to spare. How will you support a child within your body when you can barely sustain yourself?"
"Our baby is not a leech."
Sasuke can tell by Naruto's agitated tone that the situation has gotten out of hand.
"You don't think I will be a good mother." Naruto pushes at Sasuke's chest one last time, and lets out a defeated sob at his failure. "You don't think my body is good enough to carry your child."
Sasuke wants to hang himself. Way to make him insecure about himself, asshole."I wouldn't have had unprotected sex with you if I had any doubts in your ability to be an excellent mother."
Naruto slumps in Sasuke's hold, not fighting the powerful seme anymore. "I don't want to have your babies anyway. Go find someone else."
The demon wants to come out, and severely punish Naruto for saying such a disrespectful thing. Sasuke completely walls the furious spirit off. He knows that Naruto is angry, and everything which just came out of that pretty mouth is out of spite. This knowledge doesn't make the comments any less hurtful.
"You like fat boys?" Naruto does not even bother fighting back tears any more. "Then go fuck fat boys. Why did you marry me anyways?"
Sasuke is now close to letting Naruto go and ripping his own hair out. Fuck. I need to find my goddamned razor. Cutting will make me feel so good...
"Oh god, Sasuke." Naruto lets out a pained wail. It's like he has been stabbed. The blond twists in Sasuke's hold, and this time the Uchiha lets go. Black eyes widen with surprise when the blond wraps his arms around Sasuke's waist.
"I will gain as much weight as you want." Naruto sobs in Sasuke's chest. "I will even let you impregnate some other uke with a healthier body. But please don't hurt yourself."
Sasuke dumbly realizes that he said the cutting and razor thing out loud.
Naruto is positively hysterical. "Please don't cut yourself, Sasuke. I will do anything. I will get fat, I promise. I am so sorry..."
"I don't want you to get fat." Sasuke says monotonously. He is in shock over the sudden and out-of-control situation he is in. "Just gain a few more pounds so that..."
"Anything you want." Naruto grabs Sasuke's face and stares deep into blank eyes. "Anything. Just don't hurt yourself," the soothing tone the blond was going for breaks into panic. "Is that what you do when you are upset? Fucking cut yourself? Is your answer to everything a razor?"
Sasuke doesn't respond. He doesn't have to. His permanently scarred arms are an answer in themselves.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" A nervous breakdown would be an understatement. Naruto is close to losing his mind. "What the fuck does cutting accomplish? Do you want to kill yourself?"
Sasuke shakes his head slowly.
"What's the point of marrying me if you want to die?" Naruto lets Sasuke go and grabs fistfuls of his own hair. Golden strands break under pressure. "What was the fucking point of last night? Why did we exchange vows?"
"I don't want to die." Sasuke protests weakly. "I don't even make deep cuts anymore. It's just a temporary relief."
"Are you listening to yourself?"
"It started out as an impulse." Sasuke explains to his bride. "Cutting is just a distraction. I don't want to end it all."
"It's because I said I don't want your babies." Naruto's expression is one of agonizing realization. "I hurt your feelings. I was cruel to you, and I didn't even mean any of it."
"I know that." Sasuke grabs Naruto's trembling shoulders. "Cutting is like drinking, or smoking. I am not suicidal, I have you to live for now." That said, the Uchiha gives Naruto what he hopes is a reassuring smile. "If it bothers you that much, I will never do it again."
"You already promised me that before." Naruto's heart feels as if it will explode in his chest. "Why should I believe you now?"
"I won't cut again." Sasuke says firmly. "Just like I won't drink or smoke again." Or do cocaine. Or heroin. Or mix them together in a delicious mixture. Speedballs were amazing...
Naruto nods uncertainly. "Fine. But if you break your promise I will break your face."
"Understood." Sasuke gathers Naruto into his arms. "You shouldn't cry so much," he says to the sniffling blond. "You will get a headache."
"You shouldn't cut yourself," Naruto shoots back; "You will kill yourself."
Sasuke wants to argue that he always makes shallow cuts, and that he is always in control of his pain, but the traumatized look in Naruto's eyes stops him. "I already promised that I won't." Sasuke is willing to give up anything for his bride, even breathing should the pretty blond ask for it.
"Good." Naruto shivers. "We need a shower." He is tired of yelling, and standing around naked is giving him a chill.
"Agreed." Is the only response Naruto gets before he is whisked off his feet again, and carried to the bathroom.
Deidara wakes in his husband's arms, feeling tired and feverish. The blond feels a pang of worry at his less than perfect condition. Itachi sama would have sensed if I was sick. So I should be fine, but...Deidara looks at his trembling body with suspicion. Something is wrong with me.
The husband shifts comfortably in his slumber, his arms like bands of steel around Deidara's waist, refusing to let the bride go anywhere. Their bed is king-sized, but the couple only manages to occupy a small amount of space. They are always trying to disappear into each other.
He wouldn't be sleeping so peacefully if I was sick.Deidara gives his mate a loving smile. Gray eyes soften when Itachi tries to burrow even deeper in his embrace. He looks so happy with me. I must be doing something right.A tender feeling washes over Deidara. I am a good wife.The feeling of sickness, of discomfort disappears for a precious moment.
The romantic emotion passes quickly and the uneasiness comes back. Deidara frowns and places a gentle hand on Itachi's arm, which is wrapped possessively around his waist. The mouth on his right hand places soft, wet kisses on Itachi's bare forearm.
Deidara blushes. It seems that he can manage his mouths when alone, but around Itachi, they seem to have a mind of their own.
Itachi makes a happy sound, his stoic face softens minutely. He loves Deidara's kisses. Waking up to them is quite a pleasure. "Woman." The husband greets his mate with a low growl. "What time is it?"
"Eight-fifteen, un." Deidara whispers back. "Good morning."
"Indeed." Itachi brings up Deidara's hand and presses a chaste kiss on the mouth there. The mouth deepens the kiss, slipping Itachi the tongue.
Deidara turns even redder. "I am sorry, un. I can't control them around you."
Itachi doesn't respond, too lost in the kiss. Deidara's hands are excellent kissers and seem to have personalities of their own.
"Naruto and Sasuke will probably sleep in today." Deidara says, his chest heaving with the effort of controlling his breathing. It's hard to when his husband dominants the kiss and thrusts his tongue in and out of his right hand mouth in an imitation of love making. "But I should probably prepare something, just in case they wake up early, un."
When Itachi is finished with the naughty mouth ten seconds later, the poor hand quivers pathetically. "You are not going anywhere until I am done with you."
The powerful arm still wrapped around Deidara's waist pulls and in an instant, the bride finds himself on top of his husband. Itachi's bright red eyes watch Deidara's mouth meaningfully.
Deidara's ass is pleasantly sore after last night's aggressive humping, but his mouths are tingling in anticipation. The bride loves giving his husband oral sex in the morning.
Without wasting a second, Deidara lowers himself along the length of Itachi's body until his face is above the erection waiting for him.
Deidara has four mouths on his body. The mouths on his hands ache desperately for Itachi's cock, but Deidara only uses his dominant mouth on his husband's genitals. It's because the taste buds are strongest there, as well as his control.
Itachi grunts enthusiastically when Deidara strokes his erection a few times.
"I love you." Deidara whispers, his warm moist breath teasing the head of Itachi's penis.
Itachi gasps when Deidara's tongue licks a slow swipe over his cockhead. "Damn right you do."
Deidara opens his mouth to suck in the first few inches of Itachi, swirling his tip before pulling back. "I would die for you."
"Quit teasing me, woman." Itachi snaps.
Deidara smiles, and takes Itachi into his mouth completely.
Itachi lets out a howl. His hands clench and then open, ripping silk sheets with sheer force as Deidara's lips press tight around the thick shaft, and his cheeks hollowing as he sucks, hard.
"Fuck," Itachi gasps, and one hand comes forward. Clever fingers slide through glossy, platinum strands. Deidara knows how much Itachi loves his long hair. He hasn't been allowed near a salon the past five years. The longer the better as far as Itachi is concerned.
Itachi's fingers tighten in pretty blond locks and he pulls Deidara closer, shoving himself deeper down his wife's throat. Deidara is very practiced at fellatio; the harsh treatment barely fazes him. He tries his best to give his husband the sexual release he so desperately needs.
Itachi groans as Deidara relaxes his jaw and swallows around his length. His hips piston his cock in and out of the welcoming mouth.
It's fucking amazing, because this is Deidara. His soul mate, face down into his crotch, and sucking his penis like it is candy. The feeling is heady, and Itachi wants it to last forever. He wants Deidara's sweet mouth on him for as long as possible.
Deidara's hand moves to cup his balls, rolling them gently in his palm. The licking and the sucking, added to the rolling combines into one big sensual feeling. One Itachi will be happy to ride for hours. He knows that when it is all over, his orgasm will be worth the wait.
Deidara sucks cock like a professional. He views it as a very important form of art. He takes his husband's pleasure very, veryseriously. He knows exactly when to suck and where to lick, how to palm his husband's testicles just right. He knows what Itachi likes, what makes him come fast, and what makes him hang on the edge of orgasm for hours.
There is a wicked thrill Itachi gets from watching that elegant mouth get down and dirty like it's made for sucking dick. The pretty bride looks so sexy, that Itachi has to close his eyes and take a deep breath. If he keeps staring into seductive gray eyes, this will be over a lot quicker than he wants. Itachi relaxes lazily and lets his bride pleasure him.
Deidara picks up the pace and sucks even harder.
The dominant male grunts, and pushes his hips up lazily to imply that Deidara should keep sucking dick like a good boy.
When the seme orgasms, he rocks his hips forward and shoots his load deep in his bride's throat.
Deidara lovingly swallows every drop of Itachi's seed. Even when his husband stops pulsing in his mouth, the bride keeps sucking on the softening penis, lavishing it with affection and pressing soft kisses against the cockhead.
The clock tells them that over half an hour has passed. Deidara makes a victorious, triumphant sound. "Thirty-six minutes, it's a personal best, un." His jaw is sore, but the satisfied look on his Itachi sama's face well worth the pain.
Deidara has always taken sex as a personal challenge - in his mind, his greatest duty as a wife is to provide his husband with as much sexual satisfaction as humanly possible. How long can he suck dick? How long can he ride his husband's cock? Can his anal muscles quickly squeeze his husband's cock to ejaculation? It's all part of being an excellent lover.
"If I die right now, I wouldn't fucking care." Itachi says, high on bliss. "You are a whore in bed."
"A whore, hmmm." The blond makes an exaggerated show of thinking. "Then that makes me a professional. Shouldn't you pay me for my services, un?" Deidara smiles teasingly, "Or should I keep spreading my legs for free?"
Itachi sits up abruptly. "What do you want?" Pulling the lithe blond close to his chest, he places soft kisses in shimmering hair. "Just say the word and it's yours."
Deidara makes a surprised sound, his hands place answering kisses on Itachi's bare shoulders. "What? I was just joking, un. I have everything I could possibly want."
"Anything," Itachi inhales Deidara's scent deeply, looking like a drug addict taking his first hit after months. "Clothes, money, diamonds." Bright red eyes stare into loving grays.
"I already have a lot of those, un." Deidara smiles reassuringly. "I don't need anything. My closet is full, my jewelry box is overflowing. And besides," the blond flashes his wedding ring proudly. "These are the only diamonds I need, un."
Itachi roughly grabs long, blond hair and pulls his bride into a deep, bruising kiss. Deidara lets out a soft moan. The same blond who is a shameless slut when sucking dick, is always very shy during kisses, letting his seme dominate his mouth.
"This..." Itachi pulls away, but keeps his wife's naked body pressed flush against his own. The mouth on Deidara's chest places a kiss on Itachi's. "Is why I married you. Why would I even bother with anyone else? No one can ever compare to you." The husband then adds as an afterthought: "You taste even more delicious with my cum on your pretty lips."
Itachi's semen helps Deidara's stomach and has a soothing affect. The blond now feels better than he did when he woke up. "If I could live off your seed, un, I would never even bother with food. I love sucking your dick."
Itachi's eyes shine with an unholy need. Every time Deidara says such seductive things, his demon wants to come out and viciously fuck the beautiful blond until he begs for mercy.
"Sasuke and Naruto need breakfast, un." Deidara knows that he has fulfilled his wifely duties, and will be allowed to go downstairs but it's important to ask permission.
"You may go, but dress slowly. I want to watch you."
"Yes master." Deidara says respectfully. He knows how tempting his body is and what affect it has on Itachi. I am lucky he allows me to ever get dressed.The commas in Itachi's fully mature Sharingan spin hypnotically. The way he is looking at me, he would rather tie me to our bed, permanently.
Itachi watches that perfect ass as Deidara turns around, and proceeds to sigh, disappointed when that luscious body is eventually covered with soft cotton. "If it were up to me, you would never wear clothes."
"Then everybody would see me naked and want me for themselves," Deidara smiles as he buttons his shirt. "This whore caters to only one customer, un."
Itachi agrees with the logic. "I couldn't stand anyone seeing you like this."
"Me neither." Deidara agrees as he covers his hands with fingerless gloves.
"Don't wear those." Itachi orders, "I love your mouths. I don't want them hidden."
"Naruto might get scared, un." Deidara gives his husband a pleading look. "He might not be ready for them." I don't want another person in the world to think I am an abomination.
"Fine." Itachi doesn't notice his wife's self-consciousness. He has no reason to. He thinks the mouths are a gift from god.
Deidara's shirt is a soft, dull gray which brings out his eyes. Itachi loves the way it looks on his bride's slim figure. "I like that color. It looks good on you."
"You say that about every color, un." Deidara gathers his loose hair up into a ponytail. Itachi never allows him to wear his hair down outside the bedroom.
"Every color looks good on you. Except pink." Itachi wrinkles his nose in disgust. "I hate pink."
"That's why I never wear it, un." Deidara turns around and smiles at Itachi in the darkness, knowing the Sharingan can see him clearly. "What does Itachi sama want for breakfast?
"Whatever you make is fine. Focus on Sasuke and Naruto this morning." Itachi doesn't want to trouble his female with too much work. Preparing too many different dishes will just tire the blond minx.
"You don't have to worry about me, un." Deidara wants to gather Itachi in his arms and shower him with even more affection. "Ask me for as much food as you want. It's my duty to serve you."
"I don't want anything specific. Just make whatever Sasuke wants and give me some of it." Itachi's eyes flash in warning.
Deidara knows not to argue when his husband gets like this. "As you wish, un." The blond says submissively.
The weakness in his voice isn't missed by Itachi. When the blond leaves their bedroom, the husband ponders over his female's condition. I don't smell any sickness. His body is as appetizing as always. Then why is he so tired?
The demon is perfectly calm. It would have gone berserker if Deidara's health was in jeopardy. Even common colds never go unnoticed. But what if the demon missed something? It's very unlikely, but Itachi refuses to take that chance. I am taking him to Tsunade tomorrow. Itachi promises himself. I will be damned before I let some moronic illness take my Deidara away from me.
When Sasuke comes downstairs with his wife in a few hours Belgian waffles are waiting for him. His face lights up. Naruto, who is using him as a human shield is lured by the sight of a steaming bowl of his favourite food in the world.
"Your mother said you like ramen, un." Deidara, who is sipping on coffee, smiles warmly at the younger blond. "I made you lots."
Naruto doesn't dare make eye contact with Deidara but finds enough courage to give up Sasuke's protective shadow. A quiet "thank you" slips from pouty pink lips.
"Is everything okay, un." Deidara inquires softly. "You don't look happy, Naruto."
I was mean to Sasuke. And now he wants to cut himself.Naruto thinks bitterly. I don't deserve to be happy.
"He's tired." Sasuke lies for his wife. "I kept him awake all night."
"Oh." The elder bride smiles knowingly. He remembers not sleeping a wink on his own wedding night. Itachi was so sexually frustrated, that he ripped Deidara's wedding robes to get to his body.
Sasuke returns his brother-in-law's smile with a small one of his own and sits down on his designated spot. Naruto tries to sit beside him, but is stopped by Deidara. "That's Itachi sama's seat, un. He likes to sit directly facing me. You should sit beside me, un. So you can face Sasuke."
Naruto doesn't want to sit beside Deidara. His biggest goal as Sasuke's wife is to keep a respectful distance from Itachi's. But to outright refuse Deidara's orders would be disrespectful, so Naruto takes the offered seat. A pleasant softness meets his bottom. Naruto looks down to find a plush pillow.
"I am always sore after sex, un." Deidara says. "Sitting on a hard dining chair after losing your virginity would be a cruel punishment."
Naruto notices that Deidara is sitting on a similar pillow and blushes. Only a uke could understand another uke's pain. Sasuke looks very comfortable on the exact same chair. While the dining chairs are incredibly stylish and probably cost a lot of money, they are not made for a uke's comfort, more to support a male's physique.
Deidara tries not to let Naruto's vitality let him down, but fails. He has the glow of a healthy young bride. A gloomy smile graces the elder blonde's lips. I certainly don't feel anything like him today.
The depressed look doesn't escape Sasuke's sharp gaze. "What's the matter with you?"
"I am fine, un." Deidara looks tired, exhausted even. The usually vibrant blond is sitting, instead of bustling around the kitchen like a whirlwind. Clearly something is amiss.
"You don't look fine." Sasuke raises an eyebrow at his brother-in-law's pale features. "Does Itachi know about this?"
"He hasn't said anything, un." Deidara pushes his coffee away. It's not helping his aching lower back. "His demon would have reacted if something was wrong with me."
"You are sick?" Naruto looks at Deidara, blue eyes widening. "Did Itachi`s demon hurt you?"
"The demon would never hurt me, un." Deidara gives Naruto a kind smile. "I am its mate."
"But you are Itachi's mate," Naruto says, confused. Sasuke shakes his head at Deidara, signalling his brother-in-law to keep his mouth shut.
"I belong to both of them, un." Deidara can tell that Sasuke hasn't told Naruto about his own demon yet which is very problematic. A marriage should never start with dishonesty or missing information.
"Oh." Naruto says, his voice small. "How is that possible? No one can't be mated to a human and a demon at the same time."
An Uchiha`s bride can. You are mated to Sasuke and his demon... Deidara wants to say, but keeps quiet according to Sasuke's wish. He shouldn't interfere in their relationship. "Do you want more ramen, Naruto?" He says, in an obvious attempt to discontinue this conversation.
Naruto nods. The ramen is delicious. The broth is a perfect balance of sweet and salty. The ingredients include everything Naruto loves: shredded pork, a perfect soft-boiled egg, thin egg noodles, fish cake slice and bean sprouts. Clearly Deidara went through the trouble of talking to Kushina at great lengths about Naruto's idea of a perfect bowl of ramen. Naruto could eat this all day.
When Deidara stands, a wave of dizziness comes out of nowhere and the room starts spinning. Before the blond can even begin to comprehend what's happening, everything goes black, and his unconscious body starts swaying dangerously toward the floor.
Sasuke throws himself in Deidara's path, shouldering his brother-in-law's weight fully, not caring if he himself gets hurt. The sudden crash against the floor hurts his left shoulder, but the Uchiha barely notices.
This all happens in a moment's notice. Naruto barely catches Sasuke's lightening fast movement. In a blink, Deidara is being gently lowered on the floor, with Sasuke holding his head protectively.
"Go get Itachi." Sasuke tells Kisame who has appeared as if out of nowhere. The man nods quickly and leaves the kitchen as quickly as he came in.
Naruto's heart nearly stops at the horrific vision that is Kisame. The words demon sharkinstantly come to mind.
"Hand me the phone, dobe." Sasuke's order snaps Naruto out of his frightened daze.
Naruto does as told, and hands Sasuke a cordless.
"Hello, Tsunade?" Sasuke says anxiously, after hitting speed dial. "It's Deidara..." Describing his brother-in-law's vague symptoms, Sasuke fights the urge to run a soothing hand through long platinum hair. Deidara is not his mate, and such a comforting touch should not come from anyone but Itachi.
The answering voice on the phone sounds just as anxious as Sasuke, if not more.
Naruto wants to reassure his husband – but he needs a lot of comforting himself. Watching someone Sasuke loves pass out so suddenly is a deep shock. What if he never wakes up?The small blond thinks frantically. What if he is in some kind of coma? Is Deidara going to die?The mere thought of going to a funeral so soon after his wedding makes Naruto want to cry. He absolutely loathes death.
Kisame walks in with Itachi a few seconds later. "What happened?" Bright red eyes blaze with worry. In an instant, Itachi is beside Deidara, clutching the unconscious blond in his arms.
"It's my fault." Naruto whimpers, to the shock of both brothers. "He got up because of me, and then he fell."
"Don't be foolish, dobe." Sasuke glares at his bride. "Deidara looked sickly. He wasn't feeling well. He stood up after sitting for a few minutes, and his body couldn't handle it. I have called Tsunade. She is sending an ambulance."
Itachi places a soft kiss on Deidara's lips. "I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry."
"Why?" Sasuke gives his brother a surprised look. He knows Itachi would rather rip his own heart out than hurt Deidara. "What did you do?"
"I knew he wasn't feeling well." Itachi's emotionless mask is starting to crumble and panic shows. He can't leave me, I won't let him. "I was going to wait until tomorrow to take him to the hospital."
"Deidara said the demon hasn't reacted." Sasuke tries to reassure his brother. "You had no reason to take immediate action."
"My idiot demon is wrong." Itachi growls, "Clearly Deidara is sick. He needs help."
Naruto whimpers. Tears start falling from sapphire blue eyes.
"Dobe?" Sasuke smells salt in the air and immediately gets off the floor. His shoulder is throbbing painfully from breaking Deidara's fall but is of no concern to him. Wiping away tears from whiskered cheeks, Sasuke gathers the small blond to his chest. "Deidara will be fine. Don't you worry."
Naruto's lips tremble. He has a sudden urge to get on his knees and beg Deidara to wake up.
"Fuck the ambulance," Kisame says impatiently, "I will drive us all to Konoha Hospital."
Itachi quickly agrees with his best friend and gently carries his bride out of the kitchen, followed by a trio of extremely worried people.
The hospital waiting area is hell. Dozens of upset, grieving families occupy the place. Sasuke doesn't want his own family anywhere near all this misery, but has no choice but to wait patiently.
Naruto sniffles pathetically at his side, tears still falling from precious blue eyes.
Fuck my life.Sasuke glares into space. This is so not how I wanted dobe's first day as my wife to go.
Itachi looks as if he is a mere few seconds away from a psychotic breakdown. Deidara has been taken away from him by Tsunade and the husband is clearly not handling the separation well. I will destroy this planet. This world is meaningless without my bride.The urge to go find Deidara and protect him is especially strong, and the fact that Itachi doesn't is a testament to how much he trusts Tsunade.
Kisame is on his phone with Kakashi, asking about the possible existence of any mysterious illnesses which could bypass a demon's notice. He doesn't receive an answer because such diseases are unheard of.
"I can't find anything!" Shizune exclaims as soon as Tsunade enters the exam room. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with him."
Deidara is asleep on the exam table, his body eerily motionless. It's unnerving for Tsunade to see the usually energetic male so still. She shudders despite herself. "He is unconscious for a reason. We have to figure it out, preferably before the Uchiha brat burns this hospital down."
"Here," Shizune throws her hands up in defeat. "You take a look. His body is absolutely perfect."
Tsunade raises an eyebrow. "What have you checked already?"
"He has no head injuries," Shizune is delighted to have had a professional excuse to touch Deidara's skull and by extension, his shimmering blond hair. "His lungs are perfectly clear. And all of his mouths are in perfect condition."
"Hmm." Tsunade gives Deidara's stomach a calculating look. "What about his abdomen?"
"He is not exhibiting any outward signs of gastrointestinal problems." Shizune cocks her head to the side.
"Still," Tsunade shrugs. "No harm in checking." One manicured hand gently rests itself on Deidara's stomach.
The blond lets out a strangled whimper, and tries to curl in on himself. He also does everything in his power to shrug the hand away.
"It's okay." Tsunade says in the softest, sweetest, most kind voice she can manage. "I am not going to hurt you."
Deidara doesn't listen and keeps trying to get away.
"Hold him down." Tsunade growls thunderously.
All female nurses and doctors present oblige silently and grab Deidara's limbs, but Tsunade glares when men try to help. "Don't you dare touch him, unless you want an Uchiha on your hands."
All males present give each other frightened looks and immediately back off. Obviously, their will to survive is strong. Itachi wrath is something nobody wants to suffer.
Shizune smiles sadly when tears escape Deidara's closed eyes. "Your womb is safe." She says but the reassurance falls on deaf ears. The blond continues to struggle. All uke have a primitive instinct to protect their reproductive organs and Deidara is no different. The first thing an enemy would do is destroy his ability to have children.
Tsunade doesn't bother trying to comfort the unconscious blond. She instead focuses on figuring out what the foreign presence she is suddenly detecting inside his abdomen. It's not a tumor.The doctor thinks to herself. It's too pleasant. And it's not a parasite or an infection. And it smells and feels exactly like Itachi.
"There is nothing wrong with this male." Tsunade announces to her fellow doctors after removing her hand. "He's just knocked up."
The hands restraining Deidara let go, and immediately the male curls into a fetal position, trying his best to protect his stomach, even in deep sleep.
"Aww." Shizune coos at the unconscious male. "It's okay, mommy. No one is going to hurt your baby."
"Do a blood test and have him taken for an ultrasound." Tsunade orders her team. "We need to date the pregnancy."
When Itachi sees Tsunade walking toward him ten minutes later at a furious pace, he wants to flee. For the first time in his life, he has absolutely no desire to face his problems. Here she comes.Itachi thinks to himself. She is going to tell me I am going to lose him. It's over.
"Brat." Tsunade's voice is forceful and demanding. Some things never change. "We need to talk." She is the only person in the world who can make Itachi feel like a toddler.
Sasuke looks ready to follow his brother, and protect him from whatever news is coming, but Tsunade growls at the younger male. "Keep sitting, child. You will find out in your own time."
"My brother needs me." Sasuke stands behind Itachi, looking every bit the powerful support he is. Naruto's soft, frightened figure on his side makes him look even more dangerous in contrast. "He is not going through this alone."
"Whatever." Tsunade gives up and starts walking toward her office. "Just hurry up. My time is precious. I have a goddamn hospital to run."
"I'll wait here." Kisame calls out from his seat. He is still on the phone with Kakashi.
When the party of four arrives at Tsunade's office, Sasuke is hit with a sense of déjà vu. It seems as if it was just yesterday, he came here and got lectured about mating with Naruto. He was so defiant about the whole ordeal, and Tsunade actually had to talk him into marrying the pretty boy. Naruto has no idea what significance this place holds and tries to make himself as small as possible.
"Sit." Tsunade orders Itachi and then barks at Sasuke. "Close the door behind you, child." Both brothers obey.
"What's wrong with him?" Itachi asks as soon as he takes a seat, his tone only hinting at the agonizing torture his mind is going through. "Is he dying?"
"No." Tsunade's tone softens considerably. "This situation is the opposite of death. He is pregnant."
Itachi slumps back against his chair with relief. Sasuke and Naruto support identical expressions of jaw-dropping surprise.
Tsunade continues. "From what I sensed, the child is less than a month old. Ultrasound should provide more accurate results."
"Why did he pass out?" Sasuke, whose shoulder is still bothering him a little, asks. His own relief is profound. "Is the kid okay?" Concern for his nephew or niece surfaces.
"Exhaustion." Is Tsunade's quick answer. "The kid is perfectly healthy, but the mother is extremely tired, and needs extended rest."
Itachi tunes back into the real world. "What?"
"A pregnant uke's body will only think about the child it's carrying, disregarding his own well-being in the process. Deidara fell asleep, because any more exhaustion would be detrimental to his baby's health. His physical form was worried about his child, even when consciously he isn't even aware it exists. The fainting episode which happened today will keep happening, unless Deidara starts resting more."
He planned the wedding by himself.Sasuke realizes. He has been pregnant less than a month, and all this time, he has been running around, making sure everything is perfect for me.
Itachi turns around and glares at his baby brother, knowing exactly what's going on in that pretty head. Don't even think about blaming yourself. Deidara is my responsibility.
Sasuke has never hated himself more. This is all my fault.
"Get out child," Tsunade glares at Sasuke. "The next part is private."
Sasuke does as he is told, albeit reluctantly. Naruto gives Itachi a worried look, but follows his husband readily.
Itachi is dazed. Those intense eyes are clouded with surprise and confusion. "I had no idea."
"Most new fathers don't. It's not your fault." Tsunade shrugs. "No harm was done."
"If it weren't for Sasuke..."
"Don't finish that sentence." Tsunade holds up a hand. "You can either continue with the guilt fest or you can listen to what I have to say."
Itachi keeps quiet.
"Deidara is carrying a child." Tsunade says. She has given this speech to many expectant fathers. "His body has changed."
Itachi feels shame, like hot coals in his throat. It's sickening. He didn't know what was going on in his wife's body until the blond passed out from sheer exhaustion. I neglected him.A new thought, simple and poisonous, takes root in Itachi's mind.
"He is more sensitive," Tsunade continues. "Both physically and mentally. You have to be very careful when dealing with an expectant mother.
I violently fucked him into the mattress last night. I didn't show any gentleness or consideration.
"Deidara will continue to get weaker as the pregnancy progresses." Tsunade warns, "It's all downhill from here. You need to make sure he gets the support and care he needs."
A better husband would have taken steps to avoid this hospital trip.Itachi berates himself. Deidara deserves better than this.
"You need to take care of yourself, Itachi." Tsunade stares into the Sharingan, unafraid of that severe gaze. "Cut back on your work hours. An absent husband is a useless one."
Itachi nods slowly, still not able to fully process the sudden and unexpected news.
"Coordinate your work time, so it doesn't overlap with Sasuke's school hours; one of you should always be home. Kisame's work hours should be extended." Tsunade continues her advice. "Do not leave Deidara alone, or your unborn child will be undefended. You have managed to impregnate an extremely beautiful and desirable uke. A lot of males will try to take advantage of Deidara's helplessness and take him away from his home."
"You need not worry about my mate Tsunade," Itachi's delicate lips quirk in amusement. "I am fully capable of defending what's mine." Even if I am not capable of taking care of him.
"Don't be foolish." Tsunade snaps at the arrogant young man. "He's in no condition to care for himself. If Deidara miscarries, his depression alone will destroy his sanity."
"You said my mate and child are both healthy." Itachi sits up in his chair, alarmed. "That Deidara only needs to rest. Why are you talking about miscarriage?"
"Deidara has a lot of suitors," Tsunade wants to throw something at Itachi, preferably her own shoes. The brat never ceases to be annoying. "Any one of them would be happy to erase your seed from his womb and replace it with their own."
Itachi growls nastily at the thought of Deidara carrying another man's children. Even the demon, which has been silent throughout this horrific morning, lets out an anguished wail.
"Deidara will be hormonal. It will be much harder for him to control his emotions. You need to make sure that..."
"I don't let him fall into the same depression my mother did." Itachi finishes Tsunade's sentence. "That Deidara doesn't become a shell of himself."
Tsunade's eyes soften. She has always respected Itachi for his genius intellect and his sense of responsibility when it comes to his family.
Itachi remembers his father's neglect towards his mother when she was carrying Sasuke; and his mother's deep sadness as a result. Mikoto was rendered emotionally crippled by Fugaku's lack of attention during her pregnancy. She completely gave up on her role as a mother when baby Sasuke finally arrived. Sasuke was reared by nannies and servants, until Itachi grew too possessive to let anyone else care for hisbaby brother.
"Deidara needs to watch what he eats." Tsunade says to the brooding Uchiha in front of her. "Even more than he already does. I will prescribe folic acid, which will serve to protect your child from congenital malformations. Alcohol and cigarettes are obvious contraindications."
"Deidara hates smoking. And I never let him drink."
"Don't let that change." Tsunade continues, her own life revolves around alcohol, but for a pregnant male, it's poison. "Now, regarding sexual intercourse..."
"I know," Itachi tries to keep the disappointment from his face, but fails miserably. His addiction to sex is something he will have the most trouble controlling during Deidara's pregnancy. "I need to keep my hands off him."
A loud crash is heard throughout the room as Tsunade violently slams her hand on her glass desk which promptly shatters into a million pieces. "I hate it," The blond whispers dangerously, "when people interrupt me."
Itachi doesn't even blink at the aggressive outburst; a bored look graces his beautiful face. "I see that your mood swings are as awe-inspiring as always."
The sarcasm in that deep voice makes Tsunade even angrier, but the woman manages to stop herself from attacking Itachi. No need to murder an unborn child's father. "What I was goingto say, before you interrupted me, is that sex is extremely beneficial for an expecting male."
Itachi's eyes narrow in suspicion. "You lie." It sounds too good to be true.
"Deidara isn't going to break, don't be afraid to be rough."
"I refuse to be anything but gentle with the mother of my child." Itachi knows how fragile a pregnant uke can be. "Rough sex will break him."
"I am asking you to manhandle him a little bit," Tsunade hisses, "Not beat him or anything. It's easy to lose self-control around a pregnant male. It will take some time for you to learn how to manage your reactions to his hormones. They will seduce you and make you do fiendish, sexual things."
"Take me to him." Itachi says. "I am tired of your lecture."
"Brat, just because you have managed to sire a child doesn't mean you are ready to be a father. There are about a billion other things we need to discuss before I let you go."
"I want Deidara." Itachi's eyes glitter brighter than the broken glass on the floor. "Now."
Tsunade sighs. "We will continue this discussion some other time. You will hear from me for Deidara's monthly check ups."
Itachi nods, he would agree to give his liver away right now, as long as Tsunade lets him see his bride.
Deidara wakes in a semi-bright hospital room, alone. For a frightening moment, he doesn't remember anything, and Itachi's absence doesn't help matters. Where is he? Why am I all alone? I need him.
Memories of earlier this morning come roaring back and Deidara curses himself. I passed out, didn't I? This must be the hospital, then.
"How are you feeling?" A semi-familiar voice reaches his ears.
"I am fine, un." The blond replies quietly.
"You are at the hospital. Itachi is talking to Tsunade sama."
"Is he okay?" Deidara asks his companion. "He doesn't like being away from me, un."
"Don't worry. Your husband will be here soon."
Gray eyes widen when they connect with the mysterious speaker's brown orbs. "Shizune?"
"You remember my name." Said woman smiles warmly. "I am surprised."
"I have a good memory, un." Deidara smiles back, weakly. "We met not too long ago."
"Sasuke's nuptials were beautiful. You really outdid yourself."
Deidara loves Sasuke and put his heart and soul into planning his wedding. It took meticulous preparation and intense focus to make sure all eight hundred guests left satisfied with the celebration. "You were at the wedding last night, un?"
"I was Tsunade sama's plus one, her husband isn't in town." Shizune blushes. "So technically I wasn't invited."
"I am still glad you came, un."
"Me too. Everything was splendid."
The next few moments are spent in silence. Shizune is surprised at the uke's ability to remain calm without his husband in an unfamiliar environment. Any other submissive would have had a panic attack by now.
"What's wrong with me?" Deidara asks coolly, surprising the doctor. "Why did I faint, un?"
"I can't say." Shizune says; her tone laced with apology. "I am not allowed."
"Why not?"
"You are your husband's property. It's illegal for me to reveal any information regarding your body without him present."
"Just tell me I am not dying." Deidara pleads. Itachi sama can't possibly survive without me."Please just tell me my condition isn't life-threatening."
"It's not." Shizune knows that if anyone were to hear this conversation, she could lose her medical license. But the heartbroken, pained look on Deidara's stunning face is impossible to resist. Her legal training as a medical professional aside, it goes against her very nature to upset a pregnant male. "Your husband will be fine."
A sigh of relief escapes Deidara's lips. "Thank you. I promise I won't reveal a word of this to anyone."
"I appreciate that." Shizune smiles. "I like being a doctor."
"Take me to Itachi sama. It's not healthy for him to be away from me."
Shizune has been trained as a doctor by the legendary Tsunade herself. She knows how to sense energy levels and can feel a powerful male approaching this room, fast. "He's coming. You don't need to trouble yourself."
True to Shizune's word, Itachi elegantly lets himself in the room, about thirty seconds later.
Deidara lights up at the sight of his husband. "Itachi sama." The blond whispers adoringly. "I am so sorry about this morning…"
Before the blond can finish his apology, the Uchiha is on top of him, showering his face with kisses.
Tsunade enters the room behind Itachi and glares at the romantic display. "Brat, at least wait until you go home before mauling him."
Itachi doesn't hear a word of it and continues with his affectionate assault.
Shizune smirks. Real life yaoi is infrequent to come by. Watching two delicious males cuddling like wild animals is incredibly sensual.
Deidara runs his hand through black hair, unable to stop his mate. "Itachi sama, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay." The hopeless neediness in the Uchiha's actions is obvious. "I am not going anywhere." The blond whispers softly. "I am not leaving you, un."
Get naked.Shizune begs Itachi. Take the mother of your child. Show him you own him.
"Shizune!" Tsunade glares at the aroused female. "Shame on you." Watching a husband paw his expecting wife, and then getting off on it is considered incredibly taboo. "Get out, before the brat notices." Itachi is legally allowed to kill anyone observing such a private activity. Lucky for Shizune, the husband is too lost in his mate to care.
Shizune pouts but obeys. She will remember this sexy image until the day she dies.
"You are three weeks pregnant and your kid is healthy. You passed out because you were fatigued. Start resting more and you should be fine." Tsunade snarls at Deidara, "And get out of my hospital. These beds are for the truly sick, not you imbeciles." That said, the doctor follows her assistant, and slams the door shut behind her.
Deidara goes limp under Itachi, but the husband doesn't notice. This morning has been enough to break even Itachi's powerful mind. The fear of losing his mate, and then learning about his pregnancy, Itachi has lost all control over himself and needs his submissive to bring him back to reality.
Pregnant…Deidara thinks to himself. When did that happen?Life has been so hectic lately, between the search for Sasuke's mate and then planning the wedding of the century, Deidara lost sense of everything else. There has been a baby inside me all this time?The blond asks himself.
Itachi has lowered himself so he is level with Deidara's stomach and is delicately sniffing along soft, smooth skin. It's faint, but his child's energy is obviously there, now that Itachi is actually looking for it. The seductive, enticing scent of fertility is gone, replaced with the milk and honey of pregnancy.
"Is it true?" Deidara asks when his husband raises his head.
"You are with child." Itachi confirms Tsunade's diagnosis.
Deidara finally allows himself to believe.
"Let's go home. This place is sickening." Itachi says and immediately removes himself from his bride's body.
A wounded whimper escapes Deidara's mouth at the loss of contact, but the anxiety is short-lived, Itachi gently grabs his arm and helps him get off the plain hospital bed. Deidara has trouble standing straight; his body is still incredibly weak. Itachi acts as a human pillar for his unstable bride.
"Are Sasuke and Naruto okay? Your brother didn't hurt himself, did he?"
Itachi marvels at his bride's kindness. Even at a time like this, Deidara is thinking of his brother-in-law, instead of himself. "Sasuke had his shoulder x-rayed. The radiologist didn't find anything. He is right outside, with Naruto."
"His first day as Sasuke's bride, and I have ruined it for him, un." Deidara says, mournfully. He is going to like me even less after this hellish morning.
"It's not your fault."
"I am the one who passed out and scared everyone, I need to take better care of myself, un."
I need to take better care of you.Itachi wants to die with shame. His masculine pride has been deeply injured. I am a deplorable excuse of a father.
Itachi looks furious. Deidara automatically assumes he is the reason. "Please don't be mad at me." Those bright gray eyes are filled with a kind of vulnerability only an expectant mother can manage. "I am sorry for all the trouble I have caused, un."
Itachi fails to reply. He is too busy hating himself to notice his bride's insecurity and guilt.
When the couple exits the room, Sasuke and Naruto are waiting outside.
"Are you alright?" Sasuke asks Deidara, "How's the kid?"
Deidara smiles wanly. "As long as I rest more, the baby should be just fine, un."
"Where's Kisame?" Itachi asks blankly. Bright red eyes glare into space. "I want to go home."
Amen to that.Naruto silently agrees with his brother-in-law. Hospitals are scary.
"He is waiting for us at the main entrance." Sasuke replies.
Itachi wordlessly starts walking, his arm secure around Deidara's waist. Sasuke and Naruto follow, worried at the thunderous look on the elder Uchiha's face.
Why isn't he happy?Naruto's thoughts are full of question. Doesn't he want the baby? The small blond starts to feel fearful. Does he want Deidara to get an abortion?
Itachi keeps Deidara close to himself when walking, not letting his bride have even an inch of personal space. Passersby immediately clear a wide radius around the Uchiha, not wanting anything to do with a powerful, agitated male.
Sasuke walks closely behind with Naruto, worried about his brother's behavior, especially after receiving such excellent news. Itachi is a fairly calm, peaceful individual. Such a public expression of anger is truly rare.
Kisame sees Itachi's face and assumes the worse. "What is it? Some kind of cancer?"
Itachi quietly whispers the news in Kisame's ear, at which the man lights up. "Fabulous. It's about damn time."
Kisame looks extremely happy, and yet Itachi looks ready to murder someone. Naruto is starting to feel pretty angry himself. He wants to get rid of the baby. I just know it.
"I am sorry," Deidara doesn't know the true reason behind Itachi's fury. He just wants forgiveness. "Please, Itachi sama. It won't happen again, un."
While Itachi seemingly ignores the sad whines, Naruto comes to a startling (but incorrect) realization. Deidara is apologizing for getting pregnant. He thinks he has done something wrong. He is promising he won't get knocked up again...
Kisame frantically, and gleefully, texts Kakashi, letting him know the real reason behind the hospital trip. At Itachi's impatient growl, the man pockets his cellphone and gets in the driver's seat. Itachi helps Deidara in the back, and Sasuke rides shotgun. That leaves Naruto to sit beside Deidara, who pathetically begs for Itachi's forgiveness the entire ride home.
Itachi is even paler than usual, and looks ready to slit someone's throat. Deidara's voice isn't even getting through to his ears. He is too busy inwardly scolding himself, and his demon, for not recognizing Deidara's condition sooner.
Naruto wants to punch Itachi in the face. You asshole, way to not support your mate.He glares at Itachi. I will be damned before I let you kill this baby.
"I will do whatever you want me to, un." Deidara says soothingly.
He will gladly get an abortion to make his psycho husband happy.Naruto feels disgust for Deidara... and pity. The godly creature Naruto has been so jealous of all this time suddenly seems like nothing but a mindless bitch.
Sasuke sits beside a grinning Kisame, unable to hold back his own grin. It's contagious. Itachi's unexplainable behavior aside, this is an extremely pleasant outcome. I am going to be an uncle.Sasuke suddenly imagines hugging a baby version of his brother in his arms. I am going to spoil this kid rotten.Sasuke took wedding vows to Naruto last night, and is taking new vows to his nephew or niece right now. I will shower this child with toys, candy and videogames.
Kisame is smiling happily, but inside, he is seething with jealousy. My bastard best friend is going to be a father, and I am not even fucking married yet. Fuck my life. I am going to die alone.
By the time the group of five arrive at the mansion, Naruto is starting to feel paranoid. What if Itachi hates all children? Will he make me get an abortion when I am pregnant? What if Sasuke lets it happen because he wants to keep his big brother happy?
Currently they are lounging in one of the mansion's many living rooms.
Itachi is catatonic, staring blankly into space. It's as if his mind has left the building, and only the beautiful shell remains behind.
Deidara relentlessly tries to get his husband's attention. "Itachi sama, say something, un. Please talk to your wife."
Kisame sits in the corner, feverishly surfing on his laptop. He is looking for a crib he can buy as a gift. The head servant wrinkles his nose in disgust at a frilly pink crib on sale. I should find whoever designed this and kill their mother in front of them. No child should sleep in a bed this ugly. It's called abuse.
Sasuke sits beside Naruto, unaware of the misunderstanding which is quietly brewing inside his wife's head.
"I am so sorry. I have caused you so much trouble, un." Deidara is certain that Itachi is furious at the hospital trip.
To Naruto, it looks as if Deidara is apologizing for getting pregnant. "You make me sick." Naruto says, to the alarm of everyone in the room. "I feel ashamed at your behavior."
Deidara cocks his head to the side. "Who are you talking to, un?" Even Itachi has snapped out of his coma at Naruto's harshly spoken words.
"I am talking to you." Naruto hisses at Deidara. "You pathetic bitch."
"Naruto." Sasuke snaps.
"Control your wife, Sasuke." Itachi warns. "Or I will be forced to control him for you."
"You bastard." Naruto glares acidly. "What kind of an asshole are you? Forcing your wife to do something so heinous."
"That's enough, Naruto!" If anyone else had insulted Itachi and Deidara this way, they would be nothing but a bleeding corpse by now. "Not another word from you."
"What are you talking about, un?" Deidara doesn't even look offended. "Itachi sama hasn't done anything."
"Don't you defend him." Naruto yells at his fellow bride. "Grow a spine for god sakes. Don't let him kill your baby!"
"Excuse me?" Itachi whispers dangerously.
"What the fuck?" Kisame cannot believe what just came out of Naruto's mouth. "Are you high, blondie?"
"Dobe," Itachi is the one person Sasuke isn't strong enough to defend Naruto against, but he will do exactly that if that's what it comes down to. "For the love of god, shut up."
"I won't let you kill the baby." Naruto gives Itachi a look full of pure hate. "I will take Deidara and run away."
"Take me where, un?" Deidara is genuinely confused at the whole situation.
"What exactly gave you the impression that I want to kill my child?" Itachi is more curious at this point than angry.
"An Uchiha will only kill a baby growing inside his mate's body if it's somebody else's, un." Deidara explains gently. "The baby I am carrying is Itachi sama's. He would never hurt what belongs to him."
"I did hurt what belongs to me." Itachi says self-deprecatingly. "You passed out from sheer exhaustion. You could have fractured your skull if Sasuke hadn't..."
"Is that what all the brooding is about, un?" Deidara says sadly. "You are blaming yourself for something that is my fault?"
"You are my property. If I can't care for you then I don't deserve to have you."
"That's crazy talk, un." Deidara places a gentle hand on his stomach. "The baby is hearing everything you are saying. He is mad at you for not wanting his mommy."
"You are three weeks pregnant. The child isn't nearly developed enough to understand me." Itachi says to Deidara logically, but then addresses his stomach. "I want your mother more than anything in the universe."
"Itachi sama..." Deidara says, overwhelmed with love. "You say the sweetest things, un."
"You are staying in bed for the next nine months." Itachi orders. "No work whatsoever until you give birth."
Deidara smiles adoringly. "I love it when you boss me around, un."
Naruto watches, shocked as the couple embraces, nuzzling each other's faces like wolves. Beside him, Sasuke sighs with relief. Itachi seems to have lost interest in Naruto's moronic behavior. "You are the dumbest person I have ever met. Why the fuck would you provoke Itachi? Are you suicidal?"
"Look at them." Naruto says to his husband. "They are so happy."
"No," Sasuke says sarcastically. "They are planning their abortion. Of course they are happy, idiot. They have wanted this child for over half a decade."
"They are going to hate me forever, aren't they?"
"They should." Sasuke answers. "You are completely brain-dead."
Kisame smiles dreamily at a crib shaped like a shark. It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... Add to cart.