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Mixed Communication	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Sometimes it's not a lack of understanding that's the problem - it's when the other person understands far too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto character.
Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, smuty smut smut, language per usual, kinkyness, etc.
A/N: Ok fine. Now gimme a cookie :P Oh, hope you don't mind, this is a bit longer than my normal update... I wrote the last scene first and then the first one just ... well you'll see. Enjoy!
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Deidara paused for a moment at the top of the stairs, feeling fingers brush against his ass. He glanced back, smirking as he where Itachi's eyes were looking, then wiggled just a bit. The raven glanced up at him with a look of unabashed appreciation, and then lightly smacked his ass, making the blond giggle. He ducked into their room and was heading towards the bathroom door when Itachi stopped him.
The blond turned and looked, curious. When Itachi kissed him briefly then stepped back and flicked the bedroom lights on low, he felt a small tremor of trepidation.
"Itachi?"
"Shh." The raven spent a moment just looking at him, not moving. The butterflies in Deidara's stomach grew. He longed for that look. It terrified him. He had been curious what kind of mood the raven was in, but he had tried to ignore this possibility. Dei put on his most seductive smile and walked up to his lover, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. He felt Itachi respond, felt the raven's hands come around to play with his ass and pull him hard against the raven's body. Deidara let his fingers undo Itachi's hair tie and then run through the silky softness, reveling in it. He broke the kiss to whisper in the Itachi's ear how much he had missed him, and though he might have been successful in changing the atmosphere when he felt his lover start pushing him back into the room. Only, it wasn't to the bed, as he had hoped.
Instead, Itachi angled him so that they stood in front of the full-length mirror next to the dresser in front of the foot of the bed. He knew the raven had seen through his attempt at misdirection because of the hand that stroked his lower back gently, too gently. Deidara wanted to refuse when his t-shirt was pulled up by that same hand, but just closed his eyes, hugging tightly to the one person he trusted most in the world as he heard the fabric fall to the ground.
He felt Itachi's hands trace over his naked back, knew the difference when the fingertips ran over the webbing of scar tissue that covered most of one side. He knew Itachi was looking at it in the mirror. They rarely talked about it. Occasionally Itachi would call him angel, but never before, always after, when he thought the blond was probably asleep. Those times, Dei could put up with by pretending he didn't hear, but pretending wouldn't work now. Itachi slowly but firmly made him turn around and face the mirror.
He looked down, and then kept his eyes closed when Itachi lifted his chin and brushed his blonde hair over his shoulder. He tilted his head as he felt soft lips along his neck, feeling the arm resting just above the top of his jeans pull him closer to the raven.
"Naruto has scars," the raven murmured softly.
Dei wondered if that was what set him off: seeing Naruto display his scars to the world without fear. He wondered if it was the memories evoked by being in Hong Kong. Or their absence from each other. Or the show. He tried analyzing the situation, trying to build layers between him and the situation at hand. He felt the raven rest his chin on his shoulder. He knew Itachi was looking at him again. The arm around him tightened as he moved slightly as if to get away, and he felt Itachi's other hand come up to trace lightly over the skin of his chest. The next words he heard made his newly-built layers start to crack.
"You are beautiful."
He couldn't help it, he had to look. He first looked at Itachi, meeting his eyes. To him, the raven was the epitome of beauty. His long dark hair cascaded around his face, slightly wild. The pale skin almost glowed in contrast under the low lighting. The lips were lush and inviting, making Deidara wish once again that they were on the bed with those lips against his skin. The blond had to admit, though, that probably Itachi's best features were his eyes. They were beautiful and expressive, if you knew how to read them. He loved gazing into them, could almost drown in the depths of their darkness. But they saw far too much.
Because really, the scars had never been the problem.
Oh, they were part of the issue, of course – though he didn't mind his own so much. But not as much as the lack of imperfection in other places.
He forced himself to tear his gaze away from the raven and look into the mirror objectively, trying to separate himself from the man who stood before him in the glass. In the reflection, there were no scars to be seen on the pale flesh of the blond. From the front, from the waist up, he looked perfect. Pure. In moments like this, forced to stand exposed, he hated it. It felt like a lie. There was part of him that wish he'd been born ugly, not some blond ghost from the north that stood out among everyone else. He liked it better when Itachi left his marks on the pale skin. When he was younger, he'd thought about marring the perfection with something more permanent, but the memory of the only mother he had ever known stopped him. He knew she would be horrified.
He knew Itachi believed what he said. He knew he wasn't taking about just his looks, but still, he was talking about his looks. He knew Itachi wanted him to believe he was beautiful. Because of that, a part of him wanted to. But another part didn't want to admit it, because it was safer to not be beautiful. To not be so exposed. To put on layers, and control what people saw – even Itachi. Sometimes, Itachi let him do it, but not all the time.
In some ways, it would have been so much easier if Itachi just wanted someone to fuck. It would have been easy to do anything the raven asked of him; he had no shame – he'd done it all before, for men he hated rather than this raven he loved. But Itachi wanted more than that. Itachi wanted everything. He wanted too much.
Dei knew he could walk away at any moment – hell, it wouldn't even involve breaking ties; he could just walk away for a week or a day or a few hours. He knew because he'd done it, especially in the early days when Itachi had started in on this particular kink. All he had to do was say no.
But over time, a part of him had started to believe the raven, started to believe that he was beautiful and worthy of the look he saw in the Itachi's eyes whenever he looked at him. That he was owned, but more than just owned; he was adored. Not for any of the illusions he put up to camouflage his true self. Instead, adored because of that true self, even with its imperfections. He fought it – no, he rebelled against it, inside. But part of him believed, and part of him really truly wanted to believe.
It was easier when the arm around his waist slid back a bit and undid the buttons on his jeans, and Itachi slid them down to the ground. He watched the raven's face, feeling a trace of smugness when the quirk of his lover's eyebrows revealed his emotions after confirming that the blond had indeed gone commando after his show. The sight of the scar that snaked around his upper right leg helped ease some of the other tension. He knew Itachi was aware of this as well.
A flash of ownership appeared in the raven's eyes again as he looked over Dei's fully naked body, but he didn't look as long. He'd done what he'd intended to do, at that stage. Deidara let himself be led into the outer bathroom, knowing that things were just beginning. The raven flipped on the bright lights and pushed Dei against the counter, lifting a hand to his chin and inspecting his face critically. The blond submitted to his lover's care as he got out the cleansers and started removing every trace of the stage makeup used. It wasn't much – Dei always washed his face carefully after the show. But Itachi had higher standards; he wouldn't tolerate it if Deidara didn't take care of his skin.
But that was only part of the reason. In another sense, it was another layer being stripped away. Another level of protection gone. Another step closer to letting Itachi in past all his defenses.
Next, Itachi stepped out of his own clothes. Deidara watched him, feeling a slight flash of guilt when the shirt came off and the Itachi's own scars were revealed. They weren't as big, and his burns hadn't been as bad, but it bothered him. He knew it didn't bother Itachi. The raven came back to him and kissed him, embracing him so that they were pressed together skin to skin. Then Itachi stepped back and looked at him searchingly for a moment.
Deidara wanted to know what he was looking for, wanted to know what look to give him – but he didn't have time to fully decipher that short glance. Instead, Itachi turned and tugged at his hand, leading him into the inner bathing room and shutting the door. He guided the blond to sit on the stool and lean against the wall, legs apart. Dei looked at his lover from half-opened eyes, suddenly feeling the exhaustion start to hit. The warm water that Itachi sprayed over his body didn't help, especially when the raven knelt down and started washing his left foot.
He winced as Itachi massaged the sole with his thumbs. It hurt. The pain was only temporary, though. Slowly the raven became satisfied that the muscles were sufficiently loosened and started working his way up the blond's leg, not responding to Dei's whimper when the hands stopped before touching him the one place he was starting to desperately need being touched. Instead, Itachi started in on the other foot.
Deidara's frustration slowly started to mount, especially when the massage was just the right side of painful to keep him from giving into his weariness. Then Itachi started in on massaging his hands. In a slight fit of pique he tried pulling the hands down to his cock, but Itachi just looked at him and raised an eyebrow in challenge. Dei sighed and sat back, letting himself be pampered.
Itachi rinsed him off then had him turn around and lean his head back, thoroughly wetting his hair before using the shampoo. The scalp massage was anything but painful. He almost did go to sleep in the middle of it, even though Itachi rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out several times. The blond loved the smell of the shampoo, it was spicy like ginger.
After he was done, Itachi spread soap over his back, washing it thoroughly. Then he finally leaned forward, pulling Deidara back against him as he took the opportunity to wash the blond's chest. Deidara moaned as the washrag ran over his nipples. He felt the raven's hardness brush against his ass and tilted his hips a bit, just to tease. He was rewarded by a small bite on his neck, quickly soothed. Itachi wasted no time in rinsing them both off and then using a big fluffy towel to absorb most of the moisture from the blond's hair before wrapping him up in the towel.
Deidara let Itachi carry him to bed, resting his arms above his head. He was still relaxed, but no longer sleepy. He had the feeling that wouldn't last very long – the emotional roller-coaster ride of a day was bound to take his toll – but at the moment it was enough.
Itachi kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip before pulling back and gazing down at him again with that searching look. Dei was glad that the raven looked satisfied this time, because he was barely thinking straight at that moment. He felt calm but also very very horny. He wasn't the only one either. Itachi leaned down to kiss him more thoroughly, hands pushing down on his wrists to ensure they didn't move from their position above his head. The raven nudged his legs apart and lay between them, continuing to kiss, letting Deidara know in no uncertain terms that his lover wanted him.
The blond's breath caught in his throat as their cocks rubbed together. One hand left his wrists and went over to the bedside table, clicking the cap of the lube he knew they kept there. Suddenly Deidara didn't feel relaxed at all. He arched up into Itachi, curling his legs around him. He felt Itachi react as he pressed up against him. The raven bit his bottom lip and nudged one of his legs with his hand, squeezing his wrists so that Dei wouldn't move them.
Itachi knelt back between the spread legs of his lover. Deidara drank in the sight of the look on Itachi's face as he looked down. He felt completely exposed, but it didn't really matter anymore. All he wanted was the man whose hands came down to finally touch his cock, wrapping a hand around it at the whimper of need that came out of Dei's mouth. The fingers of the other hand traveled down lower, pressing in, massaging the skin outside his asshole.
They broke into him easily. He knew how to relax, how to take them in. Still, they paused before going deeper, twisting around. Itachi never took his eyes off of him. Deidara wanted to blush as he let his gaze trace down lower than the raven's face and look down to where their bodies met, seeing his weeping cock wrapped in the slim hand of his lover. Instead he arched and cried out as Itachi's fingers pressed deeper inside, rubbing over the exact right spot. He probably would have cum if the hand on his cock hadn't stopped him.
As it was, he was shuddering as the raven withdrew his fingers and gathered him up, murmuring for Deidara to wrap his arms around his neck before lining him up and finally, finally, lowering him onto Itachi's hard cock. Both of them cried out as they connected. The blond clung to his lover, moving and letting himself be moved as the hands that supported him dictated, pressed so close he lost all awareness of where his skin ended and the others began. All he could feel was the raven, all he could hear was the soft chanting in his ear that told him he was beautiful – and he believed it.
All distinctions fell away, all higher level thinking stopped, all he knew was that he was his beloveds and his beloved was his. When his orgasm came, it was glorious. His thinking self might have said that the sounds that he made were inelegant, but he didn't care. His lover didn't care either, just drove himself deeper, faster, pushing Deidara to the edge until he passed out from the sensations that overloaded everything that he was.
. . .
The other raven, on the other hand, was dealing with a much more wide-awake blond. A much less obedient blond. A blond who just giggled and slipped away when he growled, making a pretense of examining the art on the walls while Sasuke fumbled with the keys to his front door. Finally done, he held the door open for the blond, intending to snag him as he passed – but somehow Naruto was faster, sliding his shoes off and walking into the apartment. For a moment, Sasuke felt dangerously close to being fed up with the whole situation – then Naruto looked back at him with a gaze that teased but also promised, and suddenly the game was worth it again.
He smiled to himself as Naruto walked into the living room, and then caught sight of the short note on the entryway table. He took it with him as he went to the bathroom, blinking and trying to decipher the contents. Tsubaki was not known for perfectly coherent thought. But even he could make out the meaning behind "crazy blond dancing like a naked crazy person to loud music." He winced, wondering if there was any damage to his precious stereo system.
After finishing his business and completing a short search, he wandered into the living room. The blond was sitting on the loveseat facing the TV, watching music videos. Sasuke smirked. Naruto jumped up as soon as he spotted the raven, a glimmer of challenge in his eyes. That glimmer then slipped behind an innocent mask as Naruto asked him if he wanted any water. He really didn't.
The blond had insisted they go out to drink with a couple of the people that stayed behind after the show. He said he wanted a taste of the Tokyo nightlife, so they all crammed into a tiny pub and enjoyed a couple drinks before Sasuke insistently pulled his lover out of there and towards home. Naruto didn't protest too much, however. Still, all the way back he acted like he didn't know what Sasuke was wanting. He looked shocked when the raven tried to grope him on the train, looking around warily at the other people. Sasuke knew they weren't watching, but he held back anyways. Now that they were alone in his apartment, he didn't intend to hold back for long.
He could be patient though. The raven watched his lover pad into the kitchen on bare feet. He sat down on the black couch facing the window and acted like he was watching the television. When Naruto came back with his glass of water, he sat back down on the loveseat, acting like he wasn't looking over at the raven every five seconds. Sasuke acted nonchalant, but inside he was smirking. Two could play at this game.
When Naruto suddenly got up, though, Sasuke was done with waiting. He got up as well, smirking wickedly at Naruto when the blond looked back questioningly. He saw his lovers eyes light up, but he just stepped away a bit faster. Sasuke followed, keeping pace. Naruto tried walking more quickly, and then finally dropped all pretense. Soon they were running through the apartment, the blond giggling as he wove around the obstacles, Sasuke not trying quite as hard as he could have because he also found himself laughing. It was fun.
Finally he found his opening and grabbed the blond, wrestling him down onto the black couch and kissing him senseless. They both groped for the others clothing. Sasuke made short work of the blond's but managed to somehow keep his own pants, ignoring the protests of the man beneath him as his erection rubbed against fabric instead of skin.
Instead he suddenly changed their positions, moving them to the loveseat and making Naruto kneel facing the back of the couch. The blond looked back at him with narrowed blue eyes that widened in shock when Sasuke pressed a thin plastic tip into his ass.
"What the fuck, bastard?"
Sasuke smirked back in reply, squeezing the short tube and enjoying the look on the others face as he felt the cream push into his ass. "Careful, dobe, or I'll shove the rest of it up there."
The blond glared at him. Sasuke had had to improvise. He really needed to expand his supply, in case – no, when. When the blond was here again, properly his, and they could do this whenever they wanted. For now, he figured the medicated aspect of his chosen substitute probably wouldn't hurt anything.
He smirked in triumph as he pulled the half-empty tube from the blond's ass, tossing it to the side and sliding his pants off, pausing a moment to go ahead and put the condom on. Then he was back to attacking the blond, pulling him close and biting the back of his neck as one hand roamed over all of the spots he'd found the night before, pinching one of the blond's nipples and wondering at the jerk of reaction. He had to smile at the wantonness of the lithe body in his arms. He used his other fingers to probe at the blond's entrance, loving it as the other started to buck against his hand, trying to take him deeper. He obliged for a while, thrusting his fingers inside that warm softness, and then could hold back no longer.
He withdrew his fingers merely to guide his cock to the blond's needy hole, pressing inside and enjoying the gasp that turned into a low moan as Naruto gave himself up without reservation, lowering his head submissively. That and the sound tripped something inside the raven. He'd meant to enter slowly, draw this out, but all of a sudden he was consumed with the need to have. He slammed all the way in, pausing for a moment to make sure he hadn't hurt anything and then moving again at the needy little voice of his blond begging him to fuck him as the warm softness around him gripped almost painfully tight.
He decided to oblige, driving deeper and harder, searching for just the right angle and growling in satisfaction when he felt the blond writhe back against him with a sweet cry of pleasure. The music in the background was a nice touch, and he matched his thrusts to the heavy beat for a while before increasing the pace. He was merciless as he pounded away, rubbing against that same spot with every thrust. He felt the end coming close sooner than he might have liked, but didn't care too much. He was consumed with taking Naruto, and Naruto was being consumed by being taken, calling out his name, arching his back, nails biting into the back of the couch as he gripped it for leverage. Sasuke merely had to reach down and brush his hand against his blond's cock to wring the loudest cry from his lover, catching part of the seed as it left the Naruto's cock but not really caring about the rest as he felt the wonderful tightness around him spasm, calling him to his own release.
They both leaned against the loveseat for a few moments, and then Naruto slid forward, turning and looking up at Sasuke's face. The blond was flushed and beautiful, and smiling. Sasuke grinned back, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the sweaty skin of the other man. Then he gathered his strength and took the blond in his arms, resting his forehead against the others before turning towards the bedroom. He absently wondered what he would have to do to clean the loveseat before Tsubaki came again. He didn't worry too much though. Worst came to worst he could always just buy a new one.
He dropped the blond on the bed and gazed down at him, heart pulled by the softness in his lover's incredibly blue eyes. Then Sasuke grinned, climbing onto the bed and nuzzling the blond's neck before pulling back to look at him again. The grin changed into a smirk, and he asked, "So what does, 'crazy blond dancing like a naked crazy person' mean, anyhow?"
He rather enjoyed the range of emotions displayed on Naruto's face after that comment. More shock, surprise, a blush, and an attempt at coyness which was totally at odds with what Sasuke knew was under the surface. Finally the blond just glanced away, pink still dusting his cheeks, and said, "Um, well you see, Sasuke…"
The story that followed had the raven laughing again. And determining that he wanted to catch a glimpse of what "crazy blond dancing like a crazy person" looked like. And, of course, determining to never letting the crazy blond go – ever.
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Sakura hummed as she stepped out of the bath, stalking over to her bed and pulling out her laptop. The conversation with Kakashi had been very satisfying. The long soak in hot water was also wonderful, though she had to admit she missed her whirlpool bubble-bath. Now, she found she wasn't the least bit tired at all.
She started the laptop and started researching the names Shika had mentioned earlier, looking through all the pictures she could find of the two performers. They were both lovely – and very different, as Shikamaru had promised. She watched a video of Kin in action, then another, absently wondering why two of the guys in the background of her latest videos looked familiar. Then she reached over and pulled out her sketchpad and pencil case, setting it atop the laptop's keyboard and starting to draw.
A few furious sketches later, she switched to Hinata, comparing the two and making new sketches and a few adjustments to the first ones. After a while she looked down at all of them together, tapping her lip with the end of a pencil. Something was still missing. She puzzled over it for a few minutes, and then smiled, putting the drawings to the side and starting a new search. She knew exactly what else she needed – now she just had to find it.
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Shikamaru rolled over in bed, blinking at his phone. Cursing under his breath he reached for it, trying not to wake his beloved. It didn't work. He felt the fingers tracing down his back and sighed, giving into the inevitable and scooting back. He opened the phone and scrolled down, checking the email message and scowling.
"Troublesome woman," he said.
His lover's response was a low chuckle, followed by a kiss to the back of his neck. "What does she want?"
"She felt the need to stay up half the night doing research on the models I suggested, and has one more in mind. She wants to get together for lunch tomorrow to discuss options."
The brunet felt the warm body of his lover press closer to him, doubtless excited by the prospect of seeing the new things the pinkette would come up with. It was more than a little thrilling to have one's idol so close at hand. "Should I come eat with you?"
Shikamaru considered it for a moment, reaching back to trap his lover's hand before kissing the calloused fingertips. They reminded him of the archery conversation at dinner. He ran the calculations through his head, weighing the options, the benefits to the different scenarios and possible issues that might arise. Then he sighed, turning over and smoothing silky soft hair back from an elegant face, and pressed their foreheads together. "If I say no, will you be mad at me?"
He couldn't see the response, but he felt the hand that snaked around to the small of his back, pulling him closer. They kissed briefly, then the hand traced up his body, pushing his long dark hair away from his face. "Of course not. There's time." Another kiss, followed by, "Thank you for working so hard at this, even if it is 'troublesome.'" Shika felt lips quirk against his at the last word.
He let himself be pushed onto his back, wishing for a moment that the lights were on so he could see everything. The opposite was also good, though. He threw an arm over his eyes, focusing more on the touch of those calloused fingertips as they slid across his body, teasing his nipples then dipping south. He tried not to jump as they touched his most ticklish places. He was rewarded by soft lips that followed the path forged by those sly fingers, and butterfly kisses that made him want to insist on more. He didn't; he knew that more would come, and that it would be even more amazing because his skin was awakened to the pleasure. His last offhand thought before the lips dipped further south was that in this case, troublesome was worth it.
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Prism0467 - hehe, I know they did :P silly blond! And I agree - Itachi and Dei are incredibly hot. But hopefully, so are Sasu and Naru :)
Anon - so glad you liked it. Dei is turning into one of my favorites, it's interesting thinking about writing about them when they were younger. And yes, Itachi is totally awesome :)
Carousel - thank you thank you :) Hopefully it will come together nicely, though it may come apart instead... will have to see ;)
Midnight Essence - ty! I'm glad you enjoyed the "show"... and thank you so much for catching that typo, I was able to fix it as soon as I saw your review. It was Rome, not Japan!
richon - ty :) the truth does not always seem beautiful, in pieces, but the full truth is more beautiful than any lie.
Kai - thanks, glad to garner another addict :) Hope you enjoyed this as well!
Ja ne :)
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