Five years after joining, Deidara had finally become accustomed to life within the Akatsuki. Every few months or so, they would get missions to carry out. Pein didn't care what they wore most of the time— or if they wore anything— as long as they wore their cloaks during missions, unless otherwise specified. He wanted the whole thing to be official. Other than missions, there wasn't much to do, so most of the time, they would have to occupy themselves. Deidara had, of course, grown close to his partner, Sasori, though strictly as friends— his lover was another man, with a very different, dark past, filled with hate and strife, marked for death since birth. He was a good man, that Itachi Uchiha. Especially in bed… Though he always insisted on being on top. Deidara had gotten used to being uke—most of the time; sometimes, Deidara got a special treat, and was let on top. Itachi was the passionate one, never letting anything stop him from satisfying himself—or his lover. Deidara was the gentle one, which Itachi must have sensed. He wanted to be better, but by nature, he just wasn't a rough person.

That doesn't mean he can't satisfy a man. Oh, Itachi loved the way he drove him crazy, loving him until the break of dawn on the few occasions the girly-man was on top.

Sex wasn't the only thing they did, however. They went outside, practicing fighting and other various ninja skills, or just socialized, talked about who was best at sex, or anything, really. Sometimes, there would be a party, though it usually ended up in mass orgy, most often starting with truth or dare or spin the bottle. Or, of course, the infamous seven minutes in heaven. Deidara got chills the first time he got stuck with Itachi… But that was another story.

Sometimes, they went to a bar, that was probably only there by Orochimaru's will, and got drunk, doing things they never would have sober, whether from embarrassment or hatred of that particular person. They made bets on everything, losing thousands to Kakuzu, then fighting for their money back— which they never got, even if they won.

He had gotten very close to the Akatsuki—aside from Kakuzu or Zetsu; they were very secretive— over the past few years. On his first day, he was shown the entire hideout, but still managed to get lost on his way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He ended up in front of Itachi's and Kisame's door. He knocked, planning to ask for directions, and Itachi answered. Wearing only a pair of black boxers. It was the first time he'd seen another man so close to nudity— aside from Reimei, but family doesn't count— and he blushed.

"Can I help you?" the man asked, impatiently, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh— um… Which way's the bathroom?" he asked, trying to look away, but something about Itachi's body seemed too… Tantalizing, he couldn't look away. He kept stealing glances, hoping he wasn't paying that much attention.

"Here, I'll show you." He stepped closer to Deidara, gently—and unintentionally— brushing up against him. He took Deidara's hand—making him blush even more, if possible— and led him down the hallway, to the bathroom. He followed him in for some reason, and when Deidara pulled his dick out to(finally) use the bathroom, Itachi tried to contain a small gasp. It didn't escape Deidara's notice, but he said nothing.

"If you ever need anything else, Deidei, ask me. Okay?" Itachi had told him once they were walking down the hallway again, alone, at two-thirty in the morning.

He had hated being called Deidei—at first— but still nodded, before finding his room and laying down to go back to sleep, thoughts of Itachi clouding his mind, making him smile, distracting him from the pain of leaving his brother. He felt what little warmth Sasori radiated from just being close—they actually did share beds; sometimes he thought Pein was as cheap as Kakuzu— and let his mind believe it was Itachi as his mind drifted into sleep.

He had many experiences—not all of which he was proud of— since he joined the Akatsuki. There was, of course, his infamous first camping trip with them, a few weeks after he joined, when he finally hooked up with Itachi, who he was still dating after five years. There was the Christmas shortly after, where they only strengthened their relationship. They had a few fights, sure, but they always had make-up sex. Which Itachi was amazing at.

The five years passed quickly, yet to Deidara, were painfully long. He missed Reimei, wondering if he even managed to survive, and what he was like if he did. He was still glad he joined the Akatsuki, because if he never met Itachi, his life would be hell now.

Today was the day. Reimei stood in the bathroom of the house he used to share with his brother, putting the finishing touches on his hair. Deidara was sure to be shocked when he saw him. After five years, he was finally joining the Akatsuki. He could just imagine the shocked smile on his big brother's face when he saw that, not only was he still alive, but thriving. He had perfected the Bloodline Limit techniques his brother taught him, and invented some of his own, as well. Reimei flew, not on a bird like his brother, but a dragon. It could even breathe fire on his enemies, that, if he so desired, could explode on contact with his enemies. He wanted to prove that he was better.

He got ready to fly to the meeting place, the same clearing in the woods, that, five years ago, he had last seen his brother. Just wait until Deidara saw him riding a dragon. Reimei put the finishing touches on his hair, now dyed jet-black for a current ex-boyfriend who 'hated blondes, innocence isn't fun… Black badassness is better.' He pulled his hair into the same ponytail his brother used to, yet did it in the opposite direction, and his hair covered his right eye, not his left. He did this to signify that, while once wanting to be like his brother, he wanted to be better. He stepped outside, jumped onto his dragon, and it took off, flying him to his brother, and his (hopefully) lover.

Deidara walked, hand-in-hand, with Itachi to the meeting place to pick up their new member. He wasn't as excited as he used to be. There had been many members over the past few years, but all had died on one of their first missions. His favorite (and the most heart-wrenching) had been a girl named Nami, who was killed by the man she was supposed to assassinate. She was closest to Deidara, and made him laugh, along with Itachi. They set off on a revenge mission to kill her murderer, but it didn't bring any sense of happiness. His once sort-of lover, Karissa, had to leave to raise her child (they didn't know who the father was, but it was assumed that it was Hidan or Deidara.)

No, this time, he didn't want to meet the poor kid this time. Even worse, he recognized these woods. It was where he himself was recruited. They must be picking up a local kid… One Deidara or Reimei might have been close to. But, as a member of the Akatsuki—especially a highly-ranked one— he was forced to be there.

When they arrived at the clearing in the forest, his heart nearly stopped. There was a dragon—a dragon— landing in the forest, breathing fire to burn down trees so it could make room to land. That wasn't why his lungs couldn't get any air, however.

Getting off the dragon, rather gracefully, jumping off and doing a back flip, was Reimei. Since when did you become the show-off?

Reimei stood before him, eyes focused on the other members, a semi-bored look in his eyes, when his eyes drifted to Deidara, immediately focusing in on him. His eyes lit up, a smile creeping its way across his face. He waved—rather femininely— to his brother. "Dei! 'member me?"

Over the past five years, Reimei had grown in various ways. His hair had grown longer, approaching his slender waistline, but he had dyed it black. He also wore all-black clothing—complete with chains and studs and spikes and God-knows what else. Deidara didn't know it—and if he told him, he'd only get pissed off— but Reimei had a tattoo of the Akatsuki's signature red-cloud design on his inner right thigh. He'd gotten it a few months ago, when he heard the news that he was really, finally, joining the organization that his brother had five years ago. Of course, Reimei wasn't the only one who knew about the tattoo— or tattoos, actually. He'd gotten a black rose done on his lower stomach when he was thirteen; something his boyfriends always thought was sexy. No, his current ex-boyfriend, Derrik, knew everything he did to his body— everything.

But, he had broken up with Derrik so that he could have a "certain someone" in the Akatsuki. He had someone in mind. A very sexy someone.

"R—Rei? Is that… You?" Deidara choked.

"Yeah, I'm not like that kid you left behind five years ago, am I? I've gotten much more mature."

"You're only fifteen, what do you know?"

"You were fifteen when you left! Now you're— You're having sex with other men!"

Embarrassed, Deidara nearly dropped Itachi's hand, but Itachi had other ideas. In a very catlike motion, he rubbed up against Deidara, purring slightly, and Deidara flushed, trying his best to hide his "condition." If Itachi found out, he would "fix it," and he didn't want his reunion with Reimei to be remembered by a memory of sex with Itachi. Reimei, however, wasn't watching. His eyes were focused on someone else, standing near Pein, in the middle of an argument.

That someone was wearing—and looked extremely sexy in— a black leather coat, unzipped with no shirt, showing off his perfectly-toned, muscular body, with quite a few scars from fights, and a pair of baggy, black jeans. They nearly fell down, showing that he was, in fact, not wearing underwear. He quickly pulled them back up, murmuring, "Shit."

He had a fashion sense much like Reimei's, one that simply could not be tamed. He could be heard arguing loudly, beginning to use words his brother would never have said around him.

He'd had this man on his mind since the first day he laid eyes on him, five years ago. Even though they didn't talk much, Reimei felt a connection, after a year or so of remembering that night. These feelings weren't immediate, but they showed up without warning.

The man's name was Hidan. He had only grown sexier over the years, far beyond even Reimei's imagination, which had imagined every inch of Hidan's naked, flawless body.

He smiled, thoughts replaying in his mind as he stared at Hidan, his gaze moving slowly down his body, pants dangerously low, and he willed the pants to slip down again… Maybe this time, if he were ready, he'd get a glimpse of it, the subject of his fantasies for the past few years.

But said glimpse never came. Reimei saw Hidan suddenly turn his head to face toward him, apparently not interested in his conversation with Pein anymore. His entire body grew hot just from knowing Hidan was staring at him, startling him from his lustful thoughts.

"The fuck you want?" he demanded in a voice that made Reimei's heart beat even faster. Now or never. "You in me." Reimei licked his lips seductively, letting his body react to his fantasy. Now, if he said yes… (Well, fuck yes more likely) the perfect body he'd been dreaming of for years would finally be his.

At last. Hidan would be his.

Hidan sighed, cruelly disrupting Reimei from his hopeful fantasy. "Look, I'm not a fuckin' pedophile. Orochimaru is, though—"

Orochimaru popped up out of nowhere at the sound of his name, winking at Reimei. Everyone pulled out a kunai and threw it at him, and he vanished, realizing now was not the time.

"But, you're still a kid. I can't fuck a kid!"

"But— Hidan!" No! He couldn't do this, not after making him wait five years!

"No buts, or dicks. Go away, kid." He made a shooing motion with his hand, but when he walked past Reimei, he whispered out the side of his mouth, "Meet me in my room later." Reimei didn't know whether he was more surprised that Hidan did want him, or the fact that he could whisper, could control the volume of his voice. Hidan didn't stop walking away, but the smile stayed on Reimei's face, and anticipation flooded his heart—among other, lower places.

"Reimei." A deep voice caught his attention, so he turned around, lust still shining in his eyes. He was still too distracted to remember who the orange-haired man was.

"You are fit to join us. We'll show you your room. You don't have a partner yet, so you'll have your own room and bed for now. This is best, because you probably don't want to share a room with an old pervert like Kakuzu or Orochimaru." He remembered who the figure was; it was Pein, the leader of the Akatsuki.

"We have a new member joining us in a few days. You can share a room with him, meaning he'll be your partner. He's about your age, maybe a little older." Konan, the girl who frightened Reimei at one point, finished for Pein.

"Cool…" his heart wasn't in it; he was just looking forward to tonight. He only hoped he could find Hidan's room easily. That way, they could spend more time "getting to know each other."

"Rei! Why'd you have to end up like me…?" his older brother whined, reminding him of himself on that day, five years ago. Was I really that annoying? "I gave you money so you didn't have to…"

"Thanks for that. But, I wanted to see how you were doing… Ant the boyfriend you always talk about in your letters." He glanced at Itachi, smirking.

"Oh! Hi, I'm Itachi!" he blushed, smiling at his lover's young brother.

"I know."

"I'm fuckin' your brother!" he grinned enthusiastically, apparently still excited that it was true. Reimei knew it wasn't meant to enrage him, only to remind himself that, he loved Deidara.

As much as Reimei loved Hidan. He tried not to picture his brother underneath—he knew his brother was the type to be on bottom— Itachi, doing unspeakable acts even Reimei hadn't attempted yet. Things that required a firm hand, rope, handcuffs, lubricant…

Okay, well, to be fair, you always need lubricant…

"Rei? We're leaving. Let's go."

He didn't hear the vaguely familiar voice until a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, picking him up and holding him upside-down over his shoulders. He imagined it was Hidan, his big arms throwing him to the floor and undressing him, dragging his tongue slowly down his naked body, sensually, dragging out the motion to drive Reimei to the point of—

"Wha— Hey!"

He was suddenly being thrown to the ground, and he couldn't even figure out why. Until he remembered the fantasy… And looked down. Embarrassed, he tried to hide from whoever this person was. He almost didn't want it to be Hidan now… He curled up into a ball, arms locked around his knees.

"Seriously, kid…"

It was not Hidan. He'd only heard the voice once or twice, and he didn't remember talking to him directly.

"Keep it under control when you're with me, okay?"

"Y—yes…" he blushed, looking away, as if he didn't see the man, he couldn't be seen, with his red face filled with shame.

"You called out his name, you know. Just… Moaning. 'Hidan, Hidan!' in front of everyone." The man laughed too cruelly, then more seriously added, "Why him, kid? I'm sexy too, you know."

"Um—"

"Look at me."

Reimei looked up as ordered, arms still around his knees, eyes as wide as when he was a child, to see a man with dark red hair staring back at him. He was dressed in a style similar to Hidan's, with a black leather jacket, though it was zipped up all the way, and dark pants— though they fit better than Hidan's. Reimei sat in a more comfortable position, with his legs out in front of him, deciding to try and trust this man. He did carry him here, after all…

"I'm not so bad… Right? Why fantasize about him when I'm right here in front of you?"

He moved a few steps closer to Reimei, then dropped suddenly to his knees, bringing them at eye-level as Reimei wondered what would happen next. One of the man's hands unzipped his jacket, and he climbed into Reimei's lap.

"Get— Ah… get off!" he didn't know whether he should fight and scream, or enjoy it. His body screamed yes, but his mind fought back with greater force. It's not Hidan…

"Now… Let's see if you're as big as your brother." His other hand flew, too quickly, to Reimei's zipper as the other, now done unzipping the jacket, pushed Reimei to the forest floor, covered with leaves, twigs, rocks, and bugs. It was far from comfortable, not to mention there was a man on top of him who wasn't Hidan. He got Reimei's zipper all the way before he pulled his pants down to his knees, revealing Reimei's boxers.

"GET OFF OF ME!" his voice echoed through the forest. It was too late. There was no way Reimei could escape.