Deidara flopped down on his bed, fed up with the conversation with his best friend. It was the night of Halloween and all the young blonde wanted to do was lay in bed and sleep. It had been a rough past couple of weeks and Deidara never handled stress very well. Hidan had other plans however.
"I don't see why you don't wanna go, Dei! You were so eager to go to that night club a few weeks ago. What makes tonight so different? It's fucking Halloween!" Hidan was practically yelling at this point. When he had set his mind to something, Hidan would never quit until he got his way. And that was exactly how this night was looking.
"I've told you a thousand times now! I have too much homework to go out and party all night. I can't-"
"Bull fucking shit! You never once gave up a great party for homework. Don't think I'll believe this fucking act!" Hidan's voice echoed throughout the room as his fist thudded loudly against Deidara's desk. The blonde couldn't help but feel bad for the people in the surrounding rooms. Everyone knew Hidan was a loudmouth, but that didn't make his outbursts any less dreadful.
What did it matter anyways? If Deidara wanted to sit in bed all night, then why was it his friend's concern? It's not like he was doing drugs or joining a gang. So why was this a problem for Hidan? The quietness of the room snapped Deidara back into reality. Making eye contact with the man standing at the foot of his bed, Deidara could see that something was clearly bugging him. Finally Hidan spoke up, his voice low and commanding.
"We've known each other for 15 years, and in those 15 years I've gotten to know you very well." Deidara sat up – this wasn't like Hidan at all. "I have never, nor will I start now, make you speak up about your feelings, or whatever. But I will not allow you to degrade yourself by lying in bed fucking wallowing away." Hidan grabbed onto the collar of the blonde's shirt and dragged him out of bed. "You are going to this party. You are going to get shit faced, high, and sleep with as many women as possible, even if it's the last thing I do." Without a say in the matter, Deidara was dragged from the room and to the party.
A short while later the two men stood on the sidewalk, staring at the already packed frat house. Music blared from within – it was almost like you could see the house shake from the sheer noise alone. The house had cheap Halloween decorations sprawled across the yard, toilet paper hanging from the trees and bushes. Already there were beer cans crushed and scattered everywhere. The party had only been going on for 45 minutes and the place was already trashed. If this wasn't foreshadowing, then Deidara didn't know what was.
Hidan dragged Deidara into the house and promptly shoved a beer into his hands and another down his throat. Inside was just as bad, if not worse. The place reeked of spilled beer and cheap cologne. There were orange lights hung around the room halfheartedly and, like outside, empty beer cans were thrown across the floor.
"Now, this is no time to be worried about school or bitches or whatever it is that you're worried about! Fucking… fuck! Get wasted and go bang a hot babe, or 2… maybe 3! Have the time of your life!" Hidan slapped Deidara on the back "I won't let you leave until you are completely shit faced!"
Deidara didn't want to make his childhood friend worry about him but at the same time, how could he tell him that he was, well… claimed, for lack of a better word, by someone else – his teacher for that matter. Nor could he tell him that his roommate had basically molested him and now he's stuck in the middle of a pissing match. Deidara had tried to hide the bruises but, despite what one may believe, Hidan was more watchful than he seemed. Deidara brushed it off as an accident, but the masochist he called his friend saw right through the lie.
He wouldn't say it out loud, but Hidan was worried – worried that his friend had gotten himself into some trouble. But of course, the blonde never complained about his personal life and kept everything bottled up. And of course Hidan knew about Deidara's past and the trauma he endured, but that was after the fact – when everything had settled and it was all said and done.
Jostled from his thoughts, Deidara looked around him. Hidan was nowhere to be seen – typical.
Just like him to run off. Probably trying to seduce some poor girl or getting into a fight again.
Looking around him, someone familiar caught Deidara's eye. His heart sunk as Itachi walked into the room. Deidara quickly tried to look away and escape into the crowd, only to be caught by the arm and dragged to a secluded part of the house.
"What are you doing?! Let me go Itachi!" Deidara fought free, glaring at his roommate. "What do you want?"
"You can't avoid me forever Deidara. I know where you sleep." Itachi grinned, his attempt at humor shot down coldly.
"Oh, haha, oh so very funny. Tell me, what do you really want - to molest me again? Because let me tell you, the more you try, the lower your chances become." Deidara leaned against the wall, his blue eyes staring straight into Itachi's.
"No Dei, I came to talk."
"Well that's a load of crap."
"No hear me out!" Itachi stepped closer to his roommate – their faces almost touching. "I'm sorry for, you know" Itachi's voice lowered to a whisper. He made a slight gesture to the now fading bruise on Deidara's neck "… attacking you… I got jealous." Deidara could feel the taller man looking down at him, waiting for his response. What was he to say? Of course he was pissed that he was molested, bruised and then "punished" as a result. But could he blame him?
"Why? It's not like it's a committed relationship Itachi. All Sensei wants is someone to control and fool around with, why are you so jealous? It's not like he just abandoned you out of the blue, right?" Deidara stared straight ahead into Itachi's chest, watching as it rose and fell with each breath.
"You still don't get it do you?" Itachi lifted Deidara's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Sasori has one bitch at a time. When he gets bored, the old one gets thrown to the side like last night's left overs. One night you're having the best sex of your life and the next he's off smooth talking some fresh meat." Deidara blushed, remembering that morning 4 weeks ago – the day this all started. He never thought about it, but now that Itachi mentioned it, Sasori coaxed him into it rather easily. It never took much make Deidara melt into the palms of his professor's hands. "He's a smooth talker, Dei, and he will manipulate you to follow his every order until he one day gets bored of you."
"You make it sound like he's a terrible person. If that's so, then why are you so jealous of me? I didn't ask for this!" Deidara began to slur a little, the beer setting in. Even if he didn't want to admit to it, he was indeed a lightweight.
Itachi smirked. "Because, Dei… I wanted you all to myself."
Deidara's blush deepened. His eyes widened as his jaw hit the floor. "Say what now?"
"You were so cute and innocent, and I wanted to keep that all to myself. But you caught Sasori's eye and he had to have you. Yes, I was kicked to the curb. But that was ok because you were still mine." Itachi moved in a little bit closer, pinning Deidara to the wall. Deidara looked around, trying to find an excuse out of this situation. He didn't want to deal with this right now, not when Sasori could easily find out – not when he was tipsy and not completely sure of his own thoughts. However, there was no one to save him. The majority of the crowd had made their way to the next room for a heated game of beer pong.
"D-do you want a drink? I think I need a drink." The blonde tried to break free in an attempt to escape the situation. But Itachi was a broad, muscular man and Deidara was, frankly, girlish in stature.
"No. I will not let you evade me this time, Deidara." Panic began to set in. The blonde once again looked around franticly, trying to escape. Deidara pushed on Itachi's chest, feeling his muscles contract lightly beneath Deidara's hands. Hyper aware of his deepening blush and mild erection, Deidara tried to avoid eye contact. Itachi smirked, knowing all too well what was happening.
Leaning in, Itachi nibbled teasingly on the blonde's ear. Deidara's hands clenched tightly onto the taller man's shirt. A soft moan escaped his lips as Itachi continued to tease. His blue eyes glossed over as the raven haired man worked his way down Deidara's neck.
"You're such a slut, Dei~" Itachi cooed seductively. Deidara was easily persuaded, just as he had suspected. "Come on, you can't hide from me forever~"
With a gentle nudge of the chin, Deidara stared into Itachi's chest once again –trying to hide under his hair. "Someone will see us, un…"
Itachi chuckled. How could someone be so innocent and sexy at the same time? "You worry too much."
Leaving no time for a response, Itachi's lips pressed roughly against Deidara's. The blonde hesitated at first, but in the end he melted into the kiss. A muffled moan slipped through as Itachi laced his fingers through golden blonde hair. As each second passed the kiss got more and more lust filled. Itachi grinded roughly against Deidara, rubbing their erections together.
Before long Itachi pulled away, grabbing Deidara by the wrist and dragging him into a nearby room. Picking him up, Itachi through Deidara onto the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. Deidara sat up and followed suit. He was hesitant, wondering if this was a good idea. Sasori did say to stay away from Itachi and that there would be consequences. Though, was that really a bad thing? Shaking the thought from his head, Deidara threw his shirt to one side of the room and kicked off his shoes. He lied back onto the bed, allowing Itachi full control of the situation.
"Finally gave up fighting I see." Deidara watched Itachi admirably, biting his lip as his erection grew. He was built like a truck and was no doubt one of the most attractive men Deidara had seen. Itachi straddle his roommate, pinning him down as he began to nibble on his neck.
"Don't… un… leave a mark…" Deidara whimpered softly, his neck being abused relentlessly.
"What? You didn't like my present last time?" Itachi chuckled. A grin graced his cheeks as he bit down harder this time. "A little competition never hurt anyone!"
Deidara cried out softly, if there was a bruise his professor was going to freak. "P-please… not so hard… mmm" His plea was muffled by Itachi's lips. One hand pinned down the blonde's wrists as the other unbuttoned his pants. Itachi slipped his free hand down Deidara's pants, grinning from ear to ear.
"You've been holding out on me, Dei~" Itachi teased. He began to make his way down Deidara's neck and to his nipples – first sucking then biting gently. A blush spread across Deidara's cheeks. Wave after wave of emotion coursed through his body. It felt so right, it felt so wrong. He felt guilty for disobeying an order. But at the same time, he felt relieved somehow. Deidara had made up his mind. Even if Sasori found out, Deidara would take on the consequences; they got him off last time, this time should be no different.
Deidara moaned softly. His pants were thrown across the room, releasing his dick from its prison. Without a moment of hesitation, Itachi went down on the blonde – sucking quickly and roughly. Deidara's back arched, cherishing the sensation of Itachi's warm mouth surrounding his dick.
"Oh fuck…mmmm" Deidara moaned out, rocking his hips gently, encouraging his roommate to go down harder. Deidara instinctively grabbed a handful of Itachi's hair and pulled roughly. A groan resonated in Itachi's throat, sending chills down the blonde's spine. He couldn't take it much longer, if Itachi continued, Deidara would let it all out right then. Sensing this, Itachi smiled, looking up at Deidara. Eyes glossed over slightly, Itachi took all of Deidara's cock in his mouth and sucked hard. The head of the blonde's penis repeatedly hit the back of Itachi's throat. "Fuck… ahh… I… I'm gonna…" Deidara cried out as he reached his climax - creamy white cum trickling down Itachi's chin.
"Mmm, Dei. You taste good~" Itachi stood up, dropping his pants to the floor and kicking them to the side. Deidara rolled over on all fours, assuming the position and bracing himself for impact. A tanned hand began to rub the blonde's ass gently before coming down hard with a loud smack. "You're not as innocent as you seem." He teased. Itachi spanked Deidara again leaving a red hand mark in its wake.
"Stop teasing~" Deidara whined, his erection coming back at full force. Laying his head down, ass pointed straight up for easier access, Deidara whispered softly. "I don't need to be prepped…" Blushing deeply at his pleas, he continued, "Fuck me… hard…"
Taken back, Itachi stopped and stared at his roommate. "Are you sure…?"
Deidara nodded, embarrassed. "Mhm… it's not my first time… y'know…"
Itachi straightened up, pressing the head of his hard dick against Deidara's opening. "If you insist." With a rough thrust, he was in. Deidara's back arched as shock waves of pleasure laced pain coursed through his body.
"Fuck, un!" The blonde rocked back and forth, setting the pace. A loud smack echoed through the room once more. "Harder… fuck me harder…"
Deidara had lost all control. All he cared about was what was going on right here and right now. He was completely in his own world. Nothing else existed except the dick pounding his prostate relentlessly. He didn't even notice the red head standing in the door way grinning to himself.
See, I told you he was easy Itachi-kun.
AN: Hey! How long has it been? 3 weeks now? I'm sorry I haven't uploaded a chapter! I've been very sick and needed to go to the hospital for a little while. But I am ok now! Sorry if this chapter cuts off at the end, I wanted to open it up to the next chapter. Tell me how you like it!