AN: Sorry for the bit of delay, I had some family issues to attend to so the chapter update came a little late. I have to say, though, without Delightful Sin's nagging, I wouldn't be near as motivated to write. So go thank her and read her fic Sky Blue Eyes. 'Cause… I'm nagging at her to write on that one. Oh and by the way…. I love you guys. Your reviews are very sweet and I love to read them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. ..

WARNING: This is rated M for strong sexual themes and yaoi. If you don't like it then please hit the back button now. Thank you.

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Art was the second class that Deidara lived and breathed for. His talents laid in that field from the beginning, finding that whenever he was a kid he pumped out fairly great works with just crayons and glue. So, naturally, when he was called out of his art class a certain level of extreme annoyance took him over.

Shuffling down the hall of the school, he wandered slowly to the councilor's office, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he went.

Deidara hated councilors with a certain kind of malice that could only be explained as homicidal. He also felt this way toward his English teacher, his math teacher, and people who called him ugly. "Slut" and "whore" he could deal with, but "ugly"? Whoever called him that needed one: a good punch in the face, and two: their eyes checked. As far as Deidara was concerned, he was a gift to mankind.

Smoothly, he walked into Mr. Hatake's office, disturbing the white haired man from some kind of pointless paper work.

"Take a seat, Deidara. We need to have a heart to heart," the man behind the desk droned out, setting the papers aside and leaning back in his chair with a slight slouch.

Mr. Hatake was the kind of teacher who was fairly old but tried to act as young as he could by slouching and talking like a teenager. While Deidara wasn't the most mature person in the world, he couldn't help but be slightly disgusted with the grown man's behavior, figuring he should just act his age. Thirty year olds shouldn't act like sixteen year olds; that's just how it was.

"You didn't drag me in here from art class to evaluate me for emotional issues for kicking lockers again, are you?" Deidara asked warily. During the beginning of the year, one of the teachers had called Deidara on that little quirk he had of opening his locker with his foot, sending him to the councilor. Before Mr. Hatake had time to answer, though, Deidara had already begun speaking again. "Seriously, that's bull, un. You should see Hidan when he goes off. This one time this chick was hassling him and…"

"That's not why I called you in here," the white haired man cut in, looking at the other nonchalantly.

"Oh…. Well why the hell am I in here then? I have to finish my art project, un."

Heaving a soft sigh, Mr. Hatake lent back and put his feet up on his desk, earning a raised eyebrow from Deidara. "You won't be graduating," he said as he watched for the teenager's reaction. It was a moment that could be best describe as the following:

One.

Two.

Three.

"The fuck I'm not!" Deidara exclaimed, sitting upright and immediately pissed. He was about to enter another loud rant unfit for a child's ears when Mr. Hatake cut in.

"Well, there is a month before graduation you know. It could be arranged for you to go with your class if you meet a few conditions," the man droned out once more, like every word was a hassle to get out as he toyed with a pen that he'd snatched off his desk when Deidara was going off.

At this, the blond eyed his councilor warily, leaning back in his chair with a soft thud. "Name your price, un."

Mr. Hatake sat for a moment before beginning, "Your grades are bad. The only A you have is in your art class. The grades in your other classes are barely passing. You've got a D in Spanish, English and History. Chemistry is the only class you're doing average in with a C , but Math is by far your worst with a solid F. If you can raise your math grade as well as your Spanish, English and history grade, you can walk out of this place with your diploma. Raise them all to a C and you're set.

"You're free to get a tutor. I would recommend a teacher though since you spend your classes focused on your fellow students. Do you need me to arrange for a teacher to help you?" Mr. Hatake explained, ending with that simple question that sparked a new hope within Deidara.

"No. I've got someone in mind, un." He said with a small smirk gracing his features, a sign of things to come.

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There was no way in hell that Deidara would be spending another year in this hell hole. Sure, he liked Mr. Akasuna, but he didn't like him enough to stick around for another year of school that could've been avoided. Besides, college awaited him. Freedom. Pure, untamed freedom: that's what college was for Deidara. He would be on his own and free to fuck as loudly as he wanted without scoldings from his mother or worse, have one of his siblings walk in on him. That was always the worst…

So with thoughts of freely fucking swimming about his blond head, Deidara walked from his last class of the day to Mr. Akasuna's room rather than home.

Mr. Akasuna was currently putting up some of the supplies he'd used for a lab earlier in the day, setting the clean beakers in their rightful places before turning around, only to see Deidara leaning against his door frame with a curious look in his eyes.

The redheaded teacher knew immediately that something was up.

"Yes, Deidara?" he asked warily, moving to his desk and sorting through a few late papers that had been handed in during his last class.

Grinning, the blond pushed off the door frame and lent against the other's desk, his arms resting atop it as he lent over it.

"I need your help..."

Unfortunately for Deidara, the gesture of leaning against Mr. Akasuna's desk had his attention more then the blond student's words. All motions had stopped, leaving the chemistry teacher's hazel eyes locked on the elbows now resting on the corner of papers he had to grade later. This bothered the near OCD teacher to no end. Deidara's words missed his ears completely as he narrowed his eyes at the other's arms as though he were trying to will them off his desk without having to swat the blond away.

"… and that's my problem, Mr. A. So will you help me out, un?" Deidara finished, grinning seductively. He simply assumed that Mr. Akasuna was too preoccupied staring at his smooth skin to look up at him. When the other male replied, however, it wasn't what he was expecting.

"Off," Mr. Akasuna said bluntly, eyes shifting up to the other's face before glaring back down at Deidara's arms.

Azure eyes glanced down at his arms before pursing his lips and standing back upright, irritated that another seductive move had gone unnoticed by the ever-oblivious Mr. Akasuna.

Something that had not gone unnoticed, though, was that the corner of the top paper had been bent thanks to the blond leaning on it, thus causing the teacher to pull the papers towards him. He immediately fixed the bent paper before putting the stack in an overly-neat pile off to the side.

"Now, what do you want?" Mr. Akasuna asked, looking back up at the other with his arms crossed, lent back in the chair, his ankles hooked in a somewhat crossed fashion.

Deidara felt like a brick had suddenly been chucked at the side of his head. He'd just explained his situation in gross detail and Mr. Akasuna hadn't heard a word of it.

Goddamn it.

Heaving a sigh, Deidara rolled his eyes and leaned against the side of the desk rather then on it.

"I need you to tutor me."

The redheaded teacher had just been wondering if the blond could stand without leaning against something when Deidara had spoken, causing the man to furrow his maroon eyebrows. "You don't need a chemistry tutor, Deidara. You're doing fine in my class--"

"Not for chemistry, Mr. A. I need you to tutor me in math."Hanging his head for dramatics, Deidara put on his best kicked puppy face and crossed his arms firmly against his chest as if he were deeply uneasy.

Mr. Akasuna could only stare at his student warily before questioning, "Why?"

Looking up for a mere whisper of a moment, Deidara looked back down. "I won't graduate if I don't raise my grades. In my other classes I just have to pay attention, but math, un…" Deidara's voice trailed off as he made his expression dire in collaboration with his dramatics.

"Why me? Why not go to a teacher who, oh, I don't know… actually teaches math?" Mr. Akasuna asked, growing quickly tired of Deidara's played up teenage angst.

It was then that Deidara shrugged, looking over at the other with a sheepish smile. "When you teach, I get it. Just how you go about it, I guess, un. I don't get that with other teachers."

This was a half truth. On one hand, Mr. Akasuna was an extremely good teacher, capable of presenting a subject in multiple ways and getting the point across in a memorable manner. On the other hand, Deidara only paid attention enough to get him a good grade so he could remain on the other's good side and potentially talk his way into Mr. Akasuna's pants.

The half truth did the trick though, as Mr. Akasuna closed his eyes and drew a hand up to his temples. "You know I have papers to grade after class."

Deidara nodded curtly and then replied, "I won't be in the way."

Mr. Akasuna wanted deep down to believe his student, but Deidara was a natural disruption. Opening his eyes, he stared at Deidara long and hard, searching for any sign that said that Deidara was up to something. Nothing apparent could be seen except for the pleading expression seeded in Deidara's eyes.

Bringing his hand down from his temples, he left his index finger extended on his cheek with the other curled and pressed into his lips, flexing long enough for him to speak.

"Fine." His hand dropped to his lap as he gave Deidara a serious look. "Be in my classroom after school tomorrow. You'll stay for an hour and work only on your math homework."

A slow Cheshire Cat-like grin spread across Deidara's face, happy it worked out just as planned. Stopping in the bathroom and rehearsing his little speeches and expressions worked out well for him. "Yes, Sir, Mr. A. Thanks again, un."

And with that, Deidara sauntered out, making sure to give his hips that added tilt just in case Mr. Akasuna took a glance at his ass. Mr. Akasuna wasn't looking however; he was staring at his desk wondering what he was getting himself into.

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"Mm… God, Deidara!" the slender male groaned, tilting his head back as he braced himself on the desk, red locks sticking to his sweat slickened face. The blond who'd been addressed now hovered over the other male, trying to resist the sight before him.

The situation started out innocently enough, Deidara was being instructed in math when he noticed something about his chemistry teacher. You see, his teacher had been acting strangely ever since Deidara had entered the classroom. The blond only really caught on when his teacher had been standing next to him. Due to their height difference, certain areas were right in the blond's face whenever taller males stood beside him when he was sitting down.

Who would've thought that Mr. Akasuna could be turned on without Deidara having to try?

Deidara acted on this the only way he knew how, by reaching out and touching the object of his lusts. Touches turned to kisses, kisses turned to licks, and licks turned into something much more.

So here they were, Mr. Akasuna laid out on his back on the desk, naked and wanting. Deidara loomed over him with his hips positioned and his length in place.

"Hurry up." The redhead panted out, arms wrapping around the blond's shoulders as his legs slid around the other's waist, hips arching up in wanton lust.

Deidara couldn't help but groan as he gave into the other, finding the other's body to be much tighter then he imagined it to be. "F-Fuck, Mr. Aka…suna…nnn!!" Deidara groaned out, the redhead's moans echoing through out the room.

"Y-You're so good, D-Dei!" The taller male called out, arching his body up.

BLEEEEEEP!!!

"Fuck me more!" the teacher demanded, his body rocking back to get the other male deeper.

BLEEEEEEEEP!!!!

Deidara's eyes snapped open as his dream was interrupted, anger bubbling up in his system as he slammed his fist down on the wretched alarm clock. Today, that clock was going to be smoldering plastic in his backyard. Deidara swore it.

Before that, though, a certain problem between his legs needed attending to before he got to school. Morning orgasms were always refreshing. Maybe, if he was lucky, his first session of tutoring would go over as well as it did in his dreams…maybe.

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Since Mr. Akasuna had broken up with his creepy, obsessive girlfriend before winter break, Deidara had been trying to figure out ways to bump up his game. He thought tutoring would give him that leg up, but by his third session with Mr. Akasuna, he knew it was a lost case.

He'd tried everything. He bent over just right when stapling his papers, he smiled coyly, he'd smiled like a whore, he spread his legs and flashed skin whenever he could.

It. Just. Didn't. Work.

Mr. Akasuna had to be the most asexual man Deidara had ever met and the blond only got more determined. There was one week left of school for the seniors, so there was still some hope.

"You've progressed pretty far," Mr. Akasuna commented as he looked over Deidara's work. This was probably the most torturous time for the blond, as Mr. Akasuna had these little… quirks. Currently he held a mechanical pencil to his lips, the clip hooked on his lower lip as he just lightly sucked on it out of habit.

Deidara couldn't help but zone out as Mr. Akasuna explained what he'd done wrong. All he could think about was pulling the other's hands away and leaning in, kissing him forcefully before unzipping his own pants and—

"…fractions. Do you understand, Deidara?" Mr. Akasuna asked, looking over his shoulder at the blond who stood behind his chair so he could see what he was doing on the paper.

"Mm… yes." Deidara purred, grinning as he placed his hand on the back of the other's chair, leaning down and pointing at something. "Explain that one again, though. I don't think I quite got it, un."

While he was lent down, Deidara couldn't help but steal a short breath of Mr. Akasuna's scent, his hair just barely brushing his cheek. Deidara was slightly beside himself, amazed at how soft his hair was and then that smell; Deidara could lose himself in the cinnamon scent…

Mr. Akasuna finished up explaining as Deidara straightened, smiling and nodding. "Thanks, Mr. A. couldn't do it without ya, un!" The blond said as he pat the other on the shoulder and gathered up his paper.

The redheaded teacher didn't much appreciate the gesture, but he did appreciate the other's gratefulness, even if it was rather sarcastic. It was the best you could get out of Deidara. "Just apply this to your final tomorrow. If you pass that, your grade should be high enough for you to graduate."

Grinning, Deidara nodded and sat down at his desk, his gaze remaining on the other for a few moments longer then needed as he went back to the task of completing his homework.

Mr. Akasuna's scent, however, would linger in his nose for the rest of the night.

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Deidara never thought he'd be so happy in his life to hear teachers giving boring speeches and to hear the school band playing cheesy music badly.

Students were now dressed in black gowns and square hats, the sign of a student reaching an ever important milestone in life: high school graduation.

Teachers were seated at the end of each row, monitoring for any last minute pranks students might pull. Not that there was anything they could do, save for scold them and send them on their way. So far it had been minor stuff: confetti cannons, silly string, and one guy in a spider-man outfit doing a back flip. While vaguely impressive, it wasn't anything to worry over.

The last person was getting up to get their diploma when a familiar platinum blond shot up the stairs in all his glory. No, Hidan couldn't just do something simple. Oh, no. That would be far too easy. Hidan chose to run across the gym and the stage, completely naked save for his hat; that was an important accessory that he couldn't go without.

Most of the teachers were in too much shock to move, others were chasing after him unsuccessfully. Some students appreciated the gesture, laughing and making catcalls as he ran down their aisle. Others were embarrassed or angry that Hidan was "ruining" their graduation ceremony.

It went without saying that Deidara certainly wasn't in the latter crowd. As soon as Hidan made it to Deidara's aisle, the shorter blond had to stand up and get behind him, making an obscene thrusting gesture before slapping the other's ass, telling him to run like hell. Deidara was practically crying. he was laughing so hard. This was definitely the way he wanted to end high school.

Leave it to Mr. Akasuna to save the day. As Hidan ran by, the crimson-haired male stuck his leg out haphazardly, tripping the streaking student and causing him to fall on his face, amongst other things.

"Save it for home, Hidan," Mr. Akasuna said in an unamused tone, tossing his teacher's down atop the naked male. He stood from his chair and reached down, grabbing the other by the ear before dragging him off.

"FUCK! Give me a damn minute! I landed on my fucking cock! It fucking hurts!" Hidan whined, clutching his crotch and stumbling to his feet.

From nearby, however, Deidara's voiced echoed out. "It's too small to fall on, you fag!"

"Fuck you, Deidara!" Hidan yelled as he was escorted out by Mr. Akasuna and several other teachers.

For Deidara, it was the perfect way to sum up his time in school. While he couldn't achieve his goal, he assumed there were other things to be had later on. College, after all, was the time that most parents refused to discuss with their sons and daughters, so it had to be pretty damn fun. Surely he'd find another slender, pretty redhead to fuck into the mattress. So he really wasn't that distraught. Mr. Akasuna would have his respect for being able to resist his charms and that would be it for now. Perhaps later on in life he would regret giving up so easily, perhaps not.

In any case, he had an after party to go to and a pretty little brunette to do tonight.

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AN: Chapter two finished. Whew…. Good to have that out of the way. No, it's not the end of the fic by any means, in case you were wondering. It's only the beginning actually, so for that little bit of encouragement, how about you review? They make me really happy inside and they motivate me.