Disclaimer: -glare- I own Dei-chan. Yes. I do. I own him. . . . . '
A/N: Ok. As you know, I was having a total brain-meltage and I want to thank all of my lovely reviewers –love you guys deeply- for submitting ideas. Now. . .I myself, am not a huge fan of mpreg. I think it's kind of going over the edge of fanfiction but there are some exceptions if I read it. I will not have mpreg in this story. . . .sorry to all the mpreg fans. Pyocola Analogue III and MKNK have sent me a lovely review of a plot idea and I love how it's so unique! Thank you Pyocola Analogue III and MKNK. I am using bits and pieces of your guises plots. .
-TG
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Itachi pressed his back against a tree as Kisame paced around him. "It shouldn't be this hard to find a mere 14 year old boy," Kisame hissed crossing his arms as he continued to circle Itachi and the tree he was leaning against.
With a small snarl, Itachi stood up and pinned Kisame to the tree. "Kisame. . ."
With a confused look Kisame looked at Itachi. "Itachi? Wha-what are you doing?" he asked struggling against the rather strong grip of Itachi.
"You know. . ." Itachi paused as he leaned forward, pulling the collar of the Akatsuki cloak back and brushing his lips against Kisame's collar bone. Kisame remained silent as Itachi's surprising warm lips ran over his skin. He had always thought Itachi's touch would've been cold. ". . .Deidara won't perform. It leaves me frustrated," he muttered into Kisame's neck.
Kisame slowly nodded, looking down at Itachi as his hands slipped into his cloak and to his waist, slipping past the waist line and running a cold finger up his thigh. Kisame let out a shuddered breath and clenched his eyes shut as Itachi pressed him harder into the tree as his lips trailed down a bit further. "Itachi. St-stop," Kisame could hear his own words hitch as he spoke.
Although Kisame tried his best to say that sternly, Itachi continued to kiss his neck area, licking and biting softly. Kisame knew Itachi could hear him but figured Itachi was ignoring him. Itachi grumbled something incoherently into Kisame's neck, causing the older man to moan softly.
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"Checkmate," Sasori hissed with a grin, as he set his knight near Deidara's king. Deidara let out a bored sigh and pushed the little king to the board, earning a small grumble from Sasori across from him. "You're such a bore Dei-kun," Sasori muttered rolling his eyes and clearing the table, putting an arm out. "Wrestle me?"
Deidara looked casually over at Sasori and stood up, turning away and grumbling: "I'm not in the mood. . un,"
Sasori let out a small sigh and slumped against the table with a groan. "Deidara . . .come here," Deidara let out a small grumble and turned back around, moving over to Sasori and looking up at the man slowly.
"Un?" Before Deidara could even blink Sasori had pulled the boy to him and had clashed his lips against Deidara's, earning a small gasp from the blonde. Deidara closed his eyes quickly and roughly shoved Sasori away. "Wha-what are you doing? Un?"
"You seem so frustrated . . ." Sasori cooed, pressing Deidara into a wall, a smile spreading across his lips as he looked down at Deidara's shocked expression. "Sexually frustrated. . ." Sasori continued, leaning down and brushing his lips along Deidara's neck lightly.
"I-un. . . Sasori. I'm not. . .um. . . sexually –ah-" Deidara felt his back arch off the wall suddenly as Sasori's hands traveled down his body slowly, resting at the hem of his pants. "-un. . fr-frustrated," he managed to mumble, his eye closing slowly as Sasori moved his lips down his neck and biting onto his collar bone.
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"I am the seme!"
"With him maybe. But not with me!"
"We've never even had sex!"
"But. . if you did then you would be the seme. But not with me,"
Itachi was leaning against the tree with Kisame pinning him there, his red eyes staring blankly at Kisame's. "I. Am. The. Seme," he hissed menacingly.
With a roll of dark grey eyes, Kisame pushed himself off Itachi, his eyes glaring at Itachi coldly. "Who's taller?"
"Well. That's obvious. You are," Itachi with sarcastically.
"Ok. Who is over all 'bigger' in body size?"
"You,"
"Get my point?"
"No,"
Kisame let out a sigh and crossed his arms across his chest, still glaring at Itachi. "It would be weird to have you on top. You're so tiny!"
"But I hit on you!" Itachi hissed, clenching his fists tightly as they argued back and forth.
"Yeah. But I'm definitely not the uke type. Trust me," Kisame sighed irritably and pressed him harder into the tree, kissing his jaw line softly. "Come on Ita-chan. . ." he cooed sweetly.
Itachi let out a grumble as he moved his arms around Kisame's neck, his eyes adverting to the side. "F-fine," he finally gave in, moving so he could press his lips against Kisame's for a moment or two. "Just don't tell Deidara about this," he hissed. Oh god. If Deidara found out. . .he'd be dead. And Itachi knew it. Itachi knew this was bad, but how could he resist? He was a sexually-frustrated criminal. He couldn't help it. . .or could he?
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A/N: -cowers- I KNOW! I know it's short! I had to. I needed to get this damned chapter over and done with so I could write for my other stories. Please review and next chapter should come soon. . .
-TG