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Sublime Submission	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note:
Before you start reading, I should probably inform everyone that this is a sequel to my story: Ignorance Is Bliss - One shot avaliable on my profile. It is not necessary to read the previous story, but it also won't hurt.
Also, I would like to thank my Beta Reader Rayniekinnz and my dear friend Dana-Eliza for helping me, encouraging me and eventually correcting my silly mistakes.

She just stood there, elbows propped up on the bar-counter and back slightly arched in a seductive gesture, flickering those black lashes in his direction. Deidara couldn't help but roll his eyes. He returned her inviting glance just because she looked a little like one particular red-eyed ninja. One red-eyed ninja who messed with his pretty blond head only a few weeks ago.
Well, no-one could actually replace Itachi's deep dark stare, but if he did her from behind… Yeah. That should be enough for now. She had rather nice lengthy raven hair, just like him, and although her figure was too feminine she wasn't that much smaller than Itachi either. Probably the same height as Deidara. Yes, she'll do just nicely. Who cares anyway, if it'll make Itachi jealous? Wait, was that a bad thing?
Yeah! Like he would actually show it…even if he was. Deidara couldn't help but voice an ironic chuckle.
Since that one damn night, Itachi hadn't really changed his approach towards Deidara. Maybe he granted him a glance or two, which was a rare occasion on its own, but that was it. Not a care, not a word, not a touch. And he so badly missed his touches, even if he was too damn stubborn to admit it aloud.
That was also the reason he was taking this woman with him tonight. To release at least some of that pressure and maybe…just maybe, let his imagination slip a little while he'd be banging her like crazy. After all, he had just enough sake to make his sight blurry and she had that nice long raven hair. He never really thought about his orientation, but when looking around, he accepted the fact that picking up a girl would be easier than trying something on a man.
Oh yes, Deidara would have some fun tonight. He threw a smirk towards the girl and she blushed in response.
"Oooi, you're so hot! I can't wait till I tell my sister, she'll go crazy!"
Third? Or fourth? Yes, definitely fourth. Fourth time she told him that her sister will explode with envy when she finds out about the perfect "boyfriend" her younger sister managed to catch. Except the word "explosion" worked rather differently for both of them.
"I know, un." He flashed her an enthusiastic grin. That dumb bitch wouldn't recognize the irony on his face even if he had a red mark on his forehead. How could Itachi pick up that other girl before? How could he even stand her? Women are so annoying. Babbling and jabbering about silly stuff he doesn't care about. In that darn high pitch voice. Maybe a dick in her mouth would make her shut up. Yeah. That would certainly be an improvement.
He regretted that the alcohol was all gone from his system. It probably evaporated while they were walking in the fresh air of the night towards the tall building hidden among the trees.
Soon, they came through the main door of Akatsuki hideout and while she was practically hanging herself onto him, Deidara desperately tried to hide an irritated grin under the blond hair covering half of his face. What was he thinking, taking her here just like that? He should have at least talked with her for a while. Then he would've known better and didn't have to listen to the unstoppable yapping.
"…And then my father told me I should pick some too, because that just wouldn't be fair if she had one and I didn't, right?"
"Hn? Yeah…right. Un." He nodded and turned left into a long hall, heading towards the private quarters where every member had their own bedroom.
"But she got really angry, because it was her birthday and not mine, you know and—"
"For crying out loud! Shut up already!" He shrieked and tore off the hands groping around his neck. She stopped, her face went from stunned to a sad puppy and then she almost looked like she was about to burst into tears. Deidara wasn't much of a patient person but decided to try another approach, anyway. No-one liked to calm down a whining teenager and definitely not him.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." He cupped her cheeks in a fake apology.
"Mmm. It's okay. My father always tells me that I talk too much." She bit on her lip and eagerly blinked to stop the wetness in her eyes.
Your father is one hell of a patient man! "Un, right. Your name…it's…" Darn it, what was it again?
"Hiyoko." She chirped.
"Yeah, I knew that. So, Hiyoko, how old are you, anyway?" Not having an idea where to start an actual conversation he took her hand and proceeded to march through the hall. His room was just a few feet away and then he'll fuck her into oblivion. Hopefully.
"Eighteen."
"Hn, hn… Interesting. Un."
Finally! Opening door to his room he let the girl go first.
"So, this is you room?" Another shy eep and her face went from pink to red.
"Well, yeah. It's not much but…"
"Do you live with you parents? Or are we here alone? And when do I get to meet them?"
Deidara froze.
Parents? Meet? What? Who the hell was this girl?!
"Yeaah, they're not here, un, yet." He closed the door and began to take down his simple black cloak which he usually wore when not on a mission. Threw it on his bed and without thinking, drag his dark blue shirt over his head to dispose himself of all the unnecessary pieces of clothing.
"Wait, what are you doing?" The girl yelped in surprise and her blush intensified, if it was even possible.
Deidara stopped with the shirt still in his hands and turned around to face the embarrassed girl standing stiff in the middle of his room. She was nervously rolling her pink yukata in her sweaty fingers. How was it possible that someone who threw those flirty glances at him in the bar could now change into an impersonation of chastity? For a moment he actually pitied her, because he already knew that when he was done with her, she'd be thrown into Hidan's room. And only Gods know what he was doing with the girls in there. Although, Deidara had some ideas. Hidan talked about it as sacrifices, but Deidara had his own opinion on the bloody mess that was always found in the morning.
"What does it look like, Hiyoko? What do you think I'm doing? Un." He smirked. Maybe she was only playing him. It couldn't be possible to have so much bad luck in one night. To pick up this annoying girl and then find out that she is actually a virgin. He didn't really feel like raping her, nor was he in a mood to slowly work his way into her panties.
"I-I don't…I, um, can't…"
Oh fuck it! She is a virgin!
"Damn you! Why did you ogle me in the bar, then?" He rolled his eyes with annoyance and sat down heavily on the bed, slumped in resignation.
"Well, you're handsome and I liked you." She chippered and seated herself next to him, wrapping her needy hands around his neck once more.
"And we can still cuddle," she whispered warmly and snuggled closer.
That was it! That was the last line!
"Cuddle? Seriously? Get those fucking hand off of me!" He fired to his feet, not really interested in the tears quickly forming in her dark brown eyes again. He tried to hold his patience long enough.
"ZETSU!" Raging yell came from his lungs. He knew that the black-and-white pervert was probably spying them, enjoying Deidara's humiliation. "I know you're there!" He turned towards the opposite wall, expecting the creature to show itself soon.
"What could you possibly want from us?" Half of his body slowly emerged from the wooden wall. His foul tone was followed by a fearful womanly shriek. Hiyoko crunched into a small ball on the bed and crawled as far as she could away from the unknown monster.
"Have you eaten yet?" Deidara threw a smirk in his direction.
"Well, no," White Zetsu whispered hesitantly.
"Then I guess I brought you dinner." The artist flung his head in the girl's direction.
"But this one is still alive," Black Zetsu pointed out.
"Yeah, so?" Deidara had an idea what Zetsu was suggesting, but he kind of hoped that the weirdo would take care of that little problem himself.
"Call us when she's dead." With that verdict, he let the visible part of his form disappear back into the wall.
Deidara tilted his face towards the girl. She was trembling with fear, still staring into the place where Zetsu soaked through. Not really caught up on what was going on around her. However, he was slowly losing his temporary calmness. He needed to get her to Hidan's room, but how? She'd never go by herself. He'll have to drag her there…yeah, probably. Annoying little bitch!
"Hey, Hiyoko, would you mind going somewhere with me? Un." He started carefully and leaned closer to her, the nicest smile he could manage shining on his angelic face.
"What was that thing?" Her high pitch voice was enough of an answer.
"That's what I thought. Un." He talked to himself while looking around the room. "Well, you can't kill a man for trying, right?" Where did I put those ropes?
It didn't take much to tie her down. Only one harsh slap and she calmed enough so he could even stuff a piece of clothing into her mouth to shut her up completely. Then he threw her over his shoulder and marched through the hall, missing Itachi's room on the way and ignoring the interested onyx gaze, which followed him all the way, until he stopped by Hidan's door.
Itachi would lie if he said that he wasn't curious about all the fuss that was going on in the neighboring bedroom. Especially since it was Deidara's room.
"Hey, Hidan. You there?" Deidara didn't bother with knocking and used his whole fist to demand a permission to enter. He noticed how Itachi was spying him, it would be actually impossible not to see his perfect figure lazily leaning onto the doorframe, wrapped only in a white towel as he was probably returning from the shower. With drops of water still all over his creamy skin and the silk raven hair casually spread across his wide shoulders. Damn him! Deidara swallowed hard and watched as Hidan angrily opened the door.
"Fuck you! What do you want?" Well, that was a greeting worthy of a priest.
"Here, take her." He forced the terrified girl into Hidan's surprised arms.
"What the hell? But she ain't used yet."
Couldn't he be any louder, psycho! Like I want everyone to know that! Well, who cares if everyone knew that? He just didn't want Itachi to know. But when Deidara peeked into the direction the raven haired man stood only a few seconds ago, he bitterly realized that Itachi was already gone, probably not interested in anything that concerned him.
"Do you really care that much? She's a virgin! I can't use her." He copied Hidan's speech pattern in an impatient whisper.
The priest measured the shaking girl in his arms. Then a satisfied smirk flashed on his face.
"A virgin you say? Deidara, you're a real friend! Jashin is grateful to you." He grinned from ear to ear, hastily closing his door.
"Yeah, whatever you say, idiot." Deidara turned around and marched back to his room. That was taken care of, but it didn't really rid him of any stress since Itachi probably saw or at least heard the whole scene. And he still didn't care! He could at least bother with some bath robe or something. The image of his wet body will haunt Deidara this whole night and who knows how long after. And he was already so horny to jump on that chick. Now he'll just have to do all the work by himself, as usual. He stormed back into his room and slammed the door behind him.
"She had rather nice hair," a serene voice caught his attention and Deidara promptly turned to look at Itachi, casually positioned on his chair; rolling the rest of the rope in his lean fingers.
"Well, yeah…" First, he wasn't sure what to say, or think for that matter, as the rage was slowly floating away, but then he recalled the events of this night and the main reason he brought that silly girl here.
"And why should you care? What do you want anyway? I'm really not in the mood!" His voice was slowly rising as his annoyance was returning. "I have some work to do! And I really need to blow off some steam, so if you don't want me to tie you up to that chair and fuck you right now, I suggest you leave." He spit as the wrath took over his brain. It wasn't like Itachi would really care about anything he said, because he looked more interested in the rope in his hands than in the exploding Deidara in front of him.
"Hn. Is that a promise?" He lifted his onyx eyes and pierced the artist with a teasing glance.
"Wha-?"
It was always so amusing to watch Deidara lose his cool, and it didn't even take too much effort. Itachi couldn't enjoy himself more when observing as Deidara widened his electric eyes in shock, gasped for air and for a split second, his whole body stiffened.
Itachi Uchiha! Tied to his chair! Defenseless and vulnerable! Later also naked…Shaking, panting and moaning! Begging and sweating! And all that only for HIM! Was it really true? Deidara felt like his whole world just exploded and his heart started racing. He couldn't stop an evil grin spreading over his face.
"Well, one should never give a promise he can't keep. Un…" He reached backwards and locked the door, just in case.
"True." Itachi agreed and handed him the rope. Never betraying his indifferent features.
Although his stomach was trembling, his hands were firm. Deidara took the rope and slowly walked around the chair.
"Like this?" Itachi willingly dropped his own hands and let them hang lose. In his lax position where only a half of his ass was actually seated on the chair, his strong lean arms could reach all the way to the two legs of the chair.
"Yeah, just like that." Deidara felt his whole body grow restless. He could never imagine that this evening would turn out so well. And the fact that Itachi was still wrapped only in that useless white towel was a bonus he was more than pleased to accept. He made sure that the rope was tied properly, because what he was about to do could actually make the raven haired man want to get loose. An excited chuckle escaped his throat when an image of all the wicked stuff he would do to Itachi now flashed through his mind.
"Enjoying yourself already?" Itachi tilted his head to the side, trying to see the man behind him. He noticed that Deidara did a really good job with the rope, not good enough to hold him for long but he appreciated the effort and let Deidara have the upper hand for a while.
"Tell me, Itachi…how much do you trust me? Un." Deidara said with a vicious undertone. He checked the ropes once again and propped his elbows on Itachi's shoulders from behind, lazily dragging his fingers over Itachi's exposed chest.
"Completely." Was the calm answer.
"Yeah, that might not be the best thing to do."
He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to taste that porcelain skin prepared on a silver platter right under his nose.
One of his hands strayed into the black strands of long silk hair and pulled, gently forcing Itachi to lean his head nearer as a pair of lips teased the delicate skin. One on the nape, gradually wandering from the shoulder up to the sensitive spot behind the ear and the other on his abdomen, where the palm tongue came to life and with soft purr slipped out of the cave and tasted the already tensed muscles. Then the same two sets of teeth nibbled on the aroused surface and earned Deidara the first twitch of Itachi's body.
"I believe you wouldn't do anything I wouldn't approve of." His voice came out a little choked because of the unusual position of his neck, but that was just the thing Deidara enjoyed even more. To make Itachi sound different and be the only one allowed to actually hear him like that.
"No. No, I definitely wouldn't. Un…" He wasn't trying to hide the irony in the slightest when softly whispering into his lover's ear and before straightening his torso over Itachi, Deidara tenderly sucked in his ear lobe and was rewarded with an almost silent gasp. The artist retreated his hands from the tied figure and reached for another stripe of cloth, leftover from his used-to-be shirt whose missing part was stuck in the girl's mouth.
Itachi watched him closely, returning his head into its original position so his neck wouldn't get sore too quickly. He had the suspicion that Deidara was going to put some more strain on his neck muscles during this night and he didn't mind at all, rather the opposite.
This is what he actually came for. He knew very well that Deidara longed for him, but also knew better than to wait until that stubborn wonder would make the first step. He was too proud to come to him, but he must have been truly desperate if he actually brought a girl to catch his attention, or was he trying to replace him? Itachi decided that he taunted his lover long enough and willingly threw himself back into those flawless tanned arms.
Deidara wrapped the cloth around Itachi's eyes, covering his sight. Those black eyes, watching him curiously without any real acknowledgement of a threat, bugged him. He was hoping to squeeze at least a little uncertainty from them, but unfortunately Itachi didn't lose any of his calm, even when tied to a chair and left completely at Deidara's mercy. It didn't matter, at least he would look even more helpless than before which was an absolute turn on.
"I could do anything to you right now. Un." He tried with a foul tone, closely observing if Itachi will shudder at least a tiny bit. Nothing.
"That's exactly what I was hoping for." Itachi uttered openly and Deidara responded with another chuckle.
"I can even stuff my cock into your mouth and you won't be able to do anything against it." He whispered with the nastiest voice he could manage.
If this wasn't going to make him hesitate, then nothing will. But to Deidara's great disappointment and also surprise, Itachi tilted his face towards him and parted his lips as wide as he could. Inviting him deep into his throat. Damn he was hot! The artist didn't have to even touch his own shaft and already felt all the blood obediently travel into his pants. His fingers promptly drifted towards the zipper and quickly released all his hard length from the already tight space. He licked his lips in anticipation.
"But how do I know you won't bite? Un." He wavered with his cock prepared in the right hand.
"You simply have to trust me."
Oh he was so evil! How come the tied one was also the one holding the cards?
"Stick out your tongue!" Deidara ordered. He wanted at least some of his dominance back.
Itachi carried out his command without a twitch and let him firmly trap his raven hair when his face was turned all the way towards his throbbing member. Soon he felt the soft flesh of Deidara's penis gradually slide on his hot tongue which guarded the head right between his lips and deep into the warmth of his mouth.
Itachi was careful not to involve his teeth as it would only scare his lover and he would probably retreat, unsatisfied. He sucked onto the pulsing dick when Deidara began to move his hips out and then back in. Slowly at first but with the intention to pick up the pace the moment Itachi would be ready.
"Oh, fuck…yes!" This was definitely something he would remember for the rest of his life. His fingers, tangled in the raven hair, squeezed firmly as he was trying to hold himself and not thrust all the way in. But Deidara soon felt his thoughts float away on the blissful moment as his arousal was quickly becoming unbearable.
He closed his eyes in building pleasure and steeped deeper with each new plunge. Fortunately, Itachi didn't really seem to mind the rough manipulation nor showed any sign of discomfort. Rather the opposite, because when Deidara peeked down to check if his partner wasn't choking, his sight strolled all the way over the body under him and he couldn't hold a fairly loud moan when he found out that his shaft wasn't the only one eagerly standing hard, demanding attention.
"Damn it, man…" I love you.
Shit, that was close. The artist flinched and then relief claimed his head when realizing that he was able to swallow those sinful words. Damn washed brain! For a few seconds his pace wavered but then the pressure of Itachi's lips increased, dispatching a signal for Deidara to keep on enjoying himself. And he did that without hesitation. Continuing to invade the wickedly skillful mouth all over again. When did he learn to give blowjobs like that? He had no idea and also no intention to start discovering that now. And even if he did, Itachi couldn't answer his questions anyway with his throat full of Deidara's most precious tool.
The movements of his hips were growing anxious as he was inevitably rushing himself to the climax. Blood pumping violently in his veins, Deidara let out one long feral growl and when a satisfied hum responded from down below, sending vibrations all the way up to his chest, he exploded in fierce orgasm, filling Itachi's mouth with his white essence.
Deidara gave himself a few more seconds in the delightful warmth and then finally freed his lover from the burden in his throat. He slowly withdrew and heard Itachi deeply inhale through his nose and swallow.
That was one down…
Itachi patiently waited until Deidara caught his breath and he didn't mind the pause as he himself had to breathe in few times before his pulse returned back to normal. He expected his lover to get a little out of control and he actually reveled in the feeling since he knew how much Deidara was enjoying himself.
Deidara looked down on the tied up man and couldn't help but admire how calmly he was sitting there. If the situation was reversed, he would probably be swearing and twitching like crazy. It seemed Itachi was gracious enough to accept his submissive position proudly and shamelessly. And Deidara found that realization weirdly interesting, because he couldn't help but adore Itachi even more.
"I assume you're not planning on releasing me any time soon." Itachi broke the silence first. Easily slicing the stiff air with his serene tone.
"Yeah, and lose the opportunity to have my sweet revenge? I don't think so."
Even if Itachi still wasn't able to see anything, he could hear the vicious tone in his lover's voice. Soon, he felt his towel to be unrolled and a weight pressing somewhere on his upper thighs as Deidara was comfortably positioning himself on Itachi's lap, legs spread. Low enough so he could still reach the throbbing member but high enough so he could lean forward and tease his chest with that deviously hot tongue. First he wasn't sure if it was his palm tongues, gently teasing his aroused surface but later on he recognized Deidara's face from the tickling bliss of his blond strands around his nipples and a soft brushing of his nose over his scorching skin.
The artist propped his arms up on Itachi's shoulders and raised from his sitting position so he could reach up to his lover's exposed neck. Once again tangling his lean fingers in the black hair, he pulled and yanked Itachi's head backwards. Making himself enough space for a set of delicate pecks right in the place where the artery pumped blood into Itachi's brain.
"Deidara…" It came out more like a hum, but the artist recognized his name in that horny moan. It looked like Itachi wasn't going to hide anything this time. Yeah! A single word was enough to set Deidara's stomach on fire. He didn't hesitate and reached down slowly, letting his palm tongue pet the sensitive top of Itachi's shaft. Reaction was immediate and he was rewarded with a throaty growl and a slight buckle of those needy hips under him.
"Don't get too excited, I want to have my fun too." He whispered and while licking Itachi's neck from his collar bone up to the spot behind his ear he released the draw on his hair and the tied up man was once more able to raise his head. Repaying the tender manipulation of his blond lover with his own teeth sinking deep into Deidara's nape, which he had noticed being temptingly close. First he managed to squeeze a desperate pant out of the blond's mouth but then Deidara got one and one together and promptly withdrew from Itachi's reach.
"And here I thought it was finally my turn to have some… fun." A lithe smirk flashed on his lips and as quickly as Deidara saw it happen, the beautiful smile was gone. First he wanted to get angry at his lover for trying to "mark" him a second time, but after seeing the flash of amusement and pleasure on Itachi's face, he let the rage float away. Let himself be consumed by the sudden impulse, he swiftly caught the blinded head between his hands and claimed his surprised lips with a hungry kiss. It was a movement so sudden that probably even Itachi didn't expect it and a shocked gasp escaped into Deidara's mouth, giving the artist an opportunity to slither his tongue into the heat.
That was something new. Itachi noticed his heart beat skip a few times when the sweetness of Deidara's flaming kiss devoured his senses for a moment. He returned the greedy embrace with all the urges he could gather in that surprised state. While Deidara put his weight onto Itachi, leaning his lightly weary neck back again and deepening the connection.
For a few seconds he felt his hands twitch in the ropes, begging for release so he could touch the soft tanned skin strolling teasingly over his hardened nipples. Then Deidara retreated and fell back in Itachi's lap, softly catching his breath.
"Take off the blindfold." He whispered heavily when his brain got enough oxygen. He wanted to see him, his sharingan already activated in a desperate try to catch at least a trace of the man's chakra. But the vicious devil wasn't going to fulfil his wish just like that.
"Nah, I like you more like this... un." He responded with one of those mocking chuckles that drove Itachi crazy, however he wasn't really the one who would lose his temper easily.
Deidara's hands were slowly strolling from those wide porcelain shoulders, down onto Itachi's firm chest and then proceeded over his tensed abdomen back to his throbbing shaft where he let his fingers wantonly wrap around, applying just enough pressure to stimulate him but not too much to make him explode too early. He began to gently pump up and down, letting his palm tongue add a little more torturous tenderness. The bound man melted under his stimulation and with a long moan his head fell back on its own.
He will so pay for this! Itachi new very well how much Deidara enjoyed taunting him, prolonging this blissful moment that was slowly turning into unbearable agony as all the blood was traveling into a certain sensitive spot, which was endlessly caressed by one deft muscle circling around the head of his shaft while the other hand was rubbing the rest of the hard cock. He clenched his teeth and stopped a set of moans escaping his throat, choking them in the bent neck.
But Deidara noticed and increased the grip to drag that gasps all the way out. And succeeded. To his great pleasure Itachi's body jumped and the artist saw as every visible muscle tensed and then rattled when he let his pressure loosen.
"Deidara!" Something very similar to a wolf growl clawed out of Itachi's throat and his head fired up. Although he couldn't see the man sitting on his thighs, his sharingan was able to identify the glittering golden sparkles of his chakra, shivering with amusement.
"Yeah, I know…You'll kill me when you get loose. Un." Deidara couldn't hold the triumphal undertone. Seeing Itachi literally tremble only thanks to his skillful fingers was a memory that would stick with him with the rest of the days; although he considered himself a rather impatient person, at this moment Deidara wasn't the one losing control as he continued to provoke the man with his delicate handling.
"You're so dead!" That was the last sentence Itachi was managed to produce before his voice was lost among the unstoppable grunting. He was so close! But the blond devil wasn't giving him enough stimulation to climax. Itachi never felt his body rage this much, yearn this much and although he prepared himself for a long torture when allowing Deidara to tie him down, he had never expected to be tormented this intensely.
Now even Deidara was stunned by the shuddering body under him. He never thought about having the power to drive Itachi overboard, even if he still somehow managed to keep at least some of his coolness together, Itachi was visibly reaching his limits. And Deidara knew very well that when the pleasure takes too long it gradually becomes more of a nuisance, rather than actual satisfaction. He promptly increased his seize and was immediately rewarded by Itachi's restless moan. Right after that, he picked up the pace and with several precise strokes finally granted his lover the desired release. Itachi exploded with one long growl strangled between his clenched teeth and his white essence was caught in Deidara's prepared palm.
The artist shifted his ass from the weakening thighs and let Itachi relax as much as it was possible in that uncomfortable position. He walked around him, curiously observing as the raven haired man was caching his breath and with the clean hand took down his blindfold. He wiped out the white cum into it and threw it into the corner of his room. For a few seconds considered if it would be wise to untie him, because as much as he tried to trust him, he still had his suspicions that Itachi wouldn't let the chance for vengeance slip through his fingers.
Oh, but the image of what he might actually do in revenge was just too tempting. Deidara hesitantly leaned down to the ties and released them, waiting, and when Itachi wasn't moving he circled around and stopped in front of the sitting man. He looked almost calm as ever, eyes pinned down on the floor, so no-one could see if there was a crimson weapon waiting or just that deep hypnotic blackness.
Deidara let out a nervous chuckle. This couldn't be a good sign, could it? He felt a tiny amount of fear tickle his body, which was soon replaced by a wave of dread as he suddenly found himself captured by Itachi's blood red sharingan.
Fuck!

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