This is my favourite song on the album, though it's really hard to decide which one is the best... Here I can't stop seeing Deidara dance, so here a story where he dances.

Rating: M-rated

Warnings: Some light sexual content

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A thick air lingers in the room, smoke blurring Itachi's view as he slowly steps around the cushions and pillows thrown to the floor. The carpet is soft under his bare feet, and it tickles him as he reaches the grand red velvet chair, golden details on the armrest and the legs. A lightness had taken over Itachi's mind, either the alcohol or the drugs finally taking affect. The moment Itachi had been waiting for, craving for. Slumping down onto the stuffed cushion on the chair, Itachi let his eyes slide through the room, taking everything in.

Fame, fame was what had gotten him here. Right here in this luxurious apartment where diamonds and crystals were used as a mere decoration. The music was blasting from expensive speakers, the beat making the floor vibrate right under their feet. It was a quiet party though, only people with an invite could enter. Men and women were sprawled out everywhere, some too absorbed into each other to notice what was going on around them, and some too absorbed in themselves to notice they were being cheated on.

Who can you trust?

The beat changed into something almost erotic, the entertainment flittering in through side doors, here to please whoever paid them well enough. Body parts were painted gold, mixed together with skirts out of the finest of golden silks, little bells tinging whenever hips moved in just the right way. As predators did the entertainment group seek out their victims, preying on the ones that whistled the loudest, the ones whose eyes bulged the most as they glanced at their almost nude bodies. Breasts were left bare, several men already letting their fingers slide over the supple flesh. A taste would follow next.

But it was not them who Itachi watched. Itachi had no desire to suck on offered breasts, stuffing barely there skirts with money he no longer valued. Everything Itachi touched, turned into gold nowadays anyway. There was nothing money could still buy him.

So it was the completely gold painted boy that caught his attention. No bit of skin showed any of his natural colour, everything hidden away under a chrome golden colour. Wearing only a golden thong did not leave much to the imagination, but the guy did not seem to mind. Hips swaying just right on the music he took the centre of attention, sliding right onto the small stage created just for them. The long locks of hair were even painted a fair gold, but here Itachi could see a bright blond shining through. He was just so incredibly gold, like a price Itachi could win, if only he worked hard enough.

Everything Itachi desired was right there offered to him. Statues, empires, everything his little heart could want, would sweep his way and would be granted to him. Money flew out of his hands, because he had too much to spend anyway. None of the materialistic stuff mattered anymore. Nothing satisfied Itachi anymore. But his greed made him spent his money. Throw it all away and get nothing in return. It never ran out anyway.

You'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold

As the dance progressed on the stage, golden hips moving from left to right just precisely right, the guy had slowly but gradually made his way towards Itachi. Now almost in arm's reach, Itachi could feel his fingers itching, needing to touch that golden skin, claim that golden skin. Every bit of the boy's body was perfect, proportioned just so that everything fitted. He was petite, but muscular nonetheless, a six pack shining through the golden paint.

And then right before a golden thigh grazed Itachi's leg, eyes snapped open, shining the most beautiful light blue colour Itachi had ever seen. With a racing heart he realised he really needed to have this one. This beautiful boy with his golden skin.

Gold

A smirk slithered on those gold lips, showing off a pair of pearly white teeth. Never missing a beat the guy slid towards Itachi, feet barely leaving the ground as he finally reached the red velvet chair. One lean leg was posed beside Itachi's thigh, the other gold painted leg following suit, straddling Itachi's lap so he could no longer leave. A prey had been chosen, and Itachi would count himself lucky.

Even there, sitting right in his lip, did the boy not stop moving, waist curving left and right to accustom to the music, hair flowing around him as if it was carried up by the air, a smile playing around those golden lips that were asking to be kissed. "I'm Deidara," the boy murmured when his move slid him forward, lips touching Itachi's ear briefly.

The air around them had turned thick with lust, it spreading around them like wild fire. Most of the entertainment was already rid of any piece of clothing they may have been wearing, forced to bend over tables and couches to let the rich and famous get what they wanted. Everything was right there up for grasps. Even Itachi now only needed to slide the little thong to the side and simply take it, because this is what being famous meant. Taking whatever you wanted, deserved in his eyes. And Itachi deserved this golden boy.

"I'm…" but he was silenced before he could ever finish his sentence.

A finger posed against Itachi's lips made him go quiet, and as the guy in his lap sent him one last smirk, it slipped down and started undoing the various buttons of Itachi's shirt. "I'm aware," Deidara murmured again, his voice so deep in sensual it made something throb with need between his legs.

Normally one's heart would be racing now, excitement taking over as the scene developed. The prospect of having sex in front of others should entice fear of it coming out. But this was nothing new. Itachi had experienced it all, alcohol and drugs being partially the fault of that. Now Itachi didn't feel anything at all.

I feel nothing

The beat returned with power, the body above him grinding down on whatever Itachi was willing to give, and Itachi was ready to give it all. The lithe body moved to the beat again, riding Itachi as if he was some kind of toy. The little thong had already been slipped to the side, Itachi's pants undone to expose his hard length, it now forced so deep inside the golden boy Itachi was sure it would come out on the other side. A weird thought by a drug induced brain.

It all didn't matter anymore now. Positions changed, music changed, but the beat stayed. The golden boy never stopped swaying, no matter how Itachi gave it to him. Writhing right in front of Itachi, Deidara let out cries that even matched the beat. As if he was made to live his life on this tune, it so perfectly combining with every part of this gold.

And Itachi would love this golden boy, if only for tonight, because tonight this golden boy was his.

When everything you touch, turns to gold