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Mixed Communication	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto Character or anything else about the Naruto series, and make no money off of this ... it's all about the love!

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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: For those who are interested, I've started posting the sidefic to this that explores earlier days in Itachi and Dei's relationship, as well as some things about Sasuke and Shikamaru and some loose ends I may be mean about and not tie up in this fic. It's called "When All Is Said And Done"... and if anyone spots any continuity issues, I'd be vv grateful. Thanks!
Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^
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Deidara tightened his fingers impatiently around the wooden slat of the headboard, fingertips rubbing the curves carved into the wood. He was propped up just enough to be able to have a good view of his boyfriend standing at their dresser. His raven hair was pulled back, flowing down the center of his bare back. Deidara would much rather be touching that back, tracing the muscles there. He could see faint scratch marks from the night before. Normally that would have made him smirk, to have marked the infamous Itachi Uchiha – but at the moment, his emotions were in a turmoil.
He was still strung out from the night before, and the week without Itachi – and Itachi knew he wanted him. Bad. And so of course, he had to be all mean about it, standing there with nothing on but the red pants Deidara had bought for him last Christmas. Loose red sleeping pants held up by a simple drawstring, made out of some stretchy fabric so soft Deidara couldn't help but run his hands over it normally, if his hands were free. Now, he was just annoyed that the looseness of the cloth didn't do much beyond hint at the deliciously firm ass it covered.
He made a little noise to signify his displeasure at being left alone. Itachi was doing it on purpose. He knew he was, but patience wasn't always Dei's strong suit.
Finally, finally Itachi turned around and started back towards the bed, sitting down beside the blond's legs and tracing his thigh with gentle fingertips.
"I wonder if the paint's dry yet?"
Deidara made a strangled noise as those questing fingertips walked up his thigh, so close to the area he wanted touched. They avoided it, pressing in to scratch lightly in the curve of his hip. Itachi looked down, frowning slightly. "I may have left a bruise last night, sorry pet."
They looked at each other, a smirk making its way onto Deidara's lips. He wasn't sorry, not really. But not like Dei wanted him to be, or wished he'd been gentler the night before. He sucked in his stomach as the fingers traced up over its skin, carefully brushing against the last bits painted and testing them before traveling up to the main part of the design. It drove him nuts, to have those light touches on his skin, especially as the tail of Itachi's hair slid over a shoulder and brushed against his leg. He could feel everything so much it was almost irritating.
Itachi made a satisfied noise, and Deidara switched from looking at his fingertips to looking at his lover's face, warmth coiling in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the heat trapped just below the surface of those night-dark eyes. He raised an eyebrow in question, and Itachi nodded, crawling over the blond and sliding his arms underneath his shoulders. Deidara let go of the headboard, letting his fingers slide instead into the hair of the man hovering above him, never breaking eye contact.
"Gentle, baby," Itachi said, and Dei knew it wasn't about his fingers in the jet black hair, loosening the hair tie, but was still about the painting. A warning not to embrace the raven, to risk smearing things before Itachi was ready. He pouted, but obeyed, even though he could have pulled himself up, held onto the broad shoulders above him, touched that skin he so wanted to touch with everything he was. But he didn't.
Itachi rewarded him by leaning down for a kiss, gentle and hot and teasing, sucking the blond's tongue into his mouth with a promise that Dei hoped would soon be fulfilled. He let himself be taken by the kiss, loving the feeling of the mouth, the softness of Itachi's pants pressing against him, the feeling of the long dark hair flowing over his arms as he rested his hands on the back of the raven's neck.
He let his head lie back as the lips left his, feeling the softness of the pants rub against the inside of his legs as Itachi moved down, feeling the feather light brush of hair over his chest. He tangled his fingers in the ends of a few strands, careful not to press his arms against his body. Itachi's breath ghosted over his cock teasingly, arms wrapping under his thighs to hold his hips down.
"I got you a present in Hong Kong, pet." Itachi said. Deidara tightened his fingers in the long hair as the tip of the raven's tongue traced the bottom of the head of his cock, so light he could barely feel it. "Do you want it now or later?"
The blond couldn't believe it, could barely even think. What kind of present could it be? His mind raced, from the naughty to the crazy to the elegant – because that's just how Itachi was, you could never quite tell what he meant by the word present. It drove Deidara insane – though not as insane as the mouth that suddenly engulfed the tip of his cock, or the tongue that pressed in against his slit, sucking so hard he tried to arch his hips up, meeting resistance from the raven's fingers. He made a split decision. "Later, later, oh please later."
He groaned as the mouth left him, looking down accusingly into the smirk of his lover. "Good decision."
He could see the sneakiness in those dark eyes and gave in, pressing up against those fingers, letting his longing show on his face. Itachi chuckled and opened his mouth, then said, "I was going to ask you what you wanted to do in the meantime, but I suppose I'll take this as your answer."
Deidara cried out, clutching the sheets as that hot wet mouth engulfed him again, taking more of him in. Itachi's blowjobs could be so harsh they were almost cruel, but Deidara loved it, every minute of it. The raven knew him well from years of practice. It wasn't over quickly – Itachi drew it out, alternating the harshness with smooth strokes that made Deidara hiss and then moan out loud as his entire length was held tight in the darkness of his lover's mouth. He spoke – because if Itachi couldn't see all of him, he loved to hear him, but the words he used quickly slipped into nonsense, some dark language that was crafted to do nothing but tell the raven of the pleasure he was wringing from the lover writhing beneath him.
Then it changed to a chant, because the mouth on his cock wasn't enough, he needed something more – something in his ass, that felt so empty. So he begged Itachi to fuck him, needed it, told him how much he needed it, cursed when Itachi didn't seem to hear him. The raven only responded by sucking with more ferocity, teasing carefully with his teeth, pulling the blond's pleasure to a peak and then swallowing down every drop.
For the next few minutes Deidara couldn't see straight, just closed his eyes and felt as Itachi let his cock slide out of his mouth. The blond protested faintly as the raven used his tongue to clean up every last drop with quick little licks. Then he sighed as Itachi pulled his legs apart, nosing under the limp cock to suck gently on his balls in a way that was too much; he was still so sensitive. At the same time, he didn't want him to move – just go slower, and keep going down, lower. He didn't. He just gave one last suck, rolling the balls around with his tongue, before nuzzling gently. Then he sat up, smirking, no doubt at the strung-out half-satisfied look on his boyfriend's face.
"Time for your present. Keep your eyes closed and follow me."
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Itachi smiled to himself as he led his reluctant lover into the room next to their bedroom. It had once belonged to the blond, several years before. Now, they'd converted it into a type of studio for their hobby. It had been a bit of a struggle for the raven to come up with a passion that he could share with the blond; he never had been fully as excited about the plastic arts or performance art as Deidara was, though he did enjoy his lover's performances. It wasn't really something they could do together, though. Then, he figured out a way to combine himself, art, and his lover – and things clicked.
He glanced over at the platform at the end of the room. There was a low bed in the center of it, pulled out from the wall. It was draped in a light grey silk. The walls were covered in the same soft fabric. Itachi smirked as he thought of the macho Kisame having to arrange everything before they got home. There just wasn't any time – he hadn't wanted to sneak away from Deidara at all, hated even leaving his side for the performance.
He smiled at the sight of the paper-wrapped package lying on the end of the bed. "You can open your eyes now, pet."
He glanced over at Deidara, not missing any expression on his face as he opened his eyes and saw the way the room was laid out. He smiled – a genuine smile – then his eyes lit up. Itachi figured he might have guessed something like this was coming, but he tried to keep things a surprise.
The blond walked over and knelt before the package the end of the bed, carefully peeling back the layers to see what was underneath. The sound of his gasp was satisfactory. Itachi came up behind him, caressing the top of his lovers head as they both looked down at the present that Itachi had brought him.
Inside were three kimonos, layered one on top of the other. Dei would store them separately, no doubt – he might have griped about them being transported together, if he hadn't been speechless. But there were some things the raven left to his lover to handle; he was just pleased to make him happy.
The outermost kimono was made of thick black silk painted with red-tinged clouds that rose up from the base. The second layer was mostly covered, but Itachi knew that it was a lightweight white silk embroidered with black branches and red berries. The innermost layer was also lightweight silk, this one red, with a simple design of white emulating the outlines of birds.
Deidara paused with his hands over the kimono, and then looked up at Itachi pleadingly. He nodded, smiling to himself as the blond rushed out of the room to the bathroom to wash his hands. He had a suspicion that wasn't the only place Deidara washed – and the blond had wondered why he hadn't fucked him. For a moment he imagined what Dei's reaction would have been if he had. Not that he hadn't been tempted – but Deidara would have been scandalized by the idea of wearing a kimono with cum dripping out his ass.
Kisame must be having too big of an influence on him, Itachi thought ruefully as he set up the cameras and checked the lights. Deidara came back in, humming happily as he carefully finished unwrapping the kimonos. Itachi turned and watched him, snapping a few shots as the blond slipped into the red kimono. Dei made a face at him. He just continued shooting.
"Go wash your hands," the blond insisted. "You know you're going to want to adjust everything to your liking, and I don't want you getting the kimonos dirty."
Itachi chuckled, setting down the camera and coming over to kiss the blond. He was careful not to touch the kimono, just ran his hand up into the silky hair and tasted that delicious mouth until he could feel Dei's knees start to buckle. Then he went and washed his hands.
When he came back, Deidara was standing in front of a mirror adjusting the collars of the kimonos. He looked over his shoulder at the raven as he came into the room, lowering his eyes coyly. It was just as Itachi had imagined. Actually, a bit better. This was their art, to create together, photographer and model.
"How do you want me?" the blond said archly, a seductive smile gracing his lips.
Itachi came up behind him, lifting the blond hair out of the way to kiss his lover's neck. "So many ways," he replied. "But for now, spread out on the bed will work."
Deidara chuckled, crawling onto the bed. He turned and looked at the raven, catching his eye before rolling onto his back and propping himself up on his elbows. The kimonos draped open across his body, layers of colors contrasting against the pale skin and black and white design on his chest. His eyes were full of dark desire as he gazed at the raven. Itachi was tempted to just throw all his plans to the wind and take him right then and there. Their relationship took work – sometimes a lot of work – but moments like these made everything worth it. And it was moments like these he wanted to remember forever.
So he merely walked over, gazing into the blond's eyes as he laid him out on his side, pulling the bottom of the black kimono over his legs so that the clouds showed. The top gaped open, showing the pattern painted on the blond's chest. He let the blond's head rest on an outstretched arm, the silk of the sleeve laid out smooth before him, Deidara's long hair arrayed behind his face. He gave the blond a matching fan to hold in his other hand, ensuring his modesty.
"You look amazing."
Deidara smiled. "Show me, yeah."
So Itachi went and took the camera, adjusting the lighting just so, and started to take pictures of his lover. Every so often he would move Dei around. The blond was a pro at holding poses, especially when his curiosity was piqued by wanting to see the final outcome. As they went along, Itachi mused that perhaps the next time some makeup would be in order – not much, just a bit. Maybe some matching lipstick, some eyeliner. When they were in high school Deidara had been like a princess, cast in girls roles in their school plays. He had made a very convincing girl. Not that a girl was what Itachi wanted.
They transitioned, taking off the outer kimono. He carefully laid it out on a rack to the side; Dei was picky about his clothes. They'd transformed the walk-in closet in this room to a space that housed most of the kimonos and other traditional garb Itachi bought. When he turned back, he looked at the white kimono critically, hoping it was thick enough that the red didn't show through. It was perfect, even under the lights.
The white was even paler than the blond's skin, and the red berries matched the red in the Uchiha fan on his chest. It was just as he had imagined it. He started to get lost in the art of the pictures, pulled in by the look in Deidara's grey eyes. He laid him out on his back, letting the red of the inner kimono make a bright line between the body paint and the white silk. He could feel his desire growing, especially when Dei shifted unexpectedly and the kimono fell open right as he was taking a shot, exposing the pale skin all the way down. He narrowed his eyes at the blond but couldn't help tracing the red line of silk down to pale golden curls.
The transition to the red kimono was faster. Dei got up on his knees, all shyness and false modesty as his lashes shadowed his eyes. Itachi watched as he raised a hand, tracing the inner edge of the red silk wrapped around his body, slowly pulling it open. Itachi took one last shot then put the camera to the side, unwrapping his lover and tossing the kimono to the side to be dealt with later. Deidara laughed at his impatience, pulling him in to a kiss that was far less chaste, letting his hands run down to tug at the raven's red pants.
They wrestled around on the bed for a bit until Deidara ended up on top, pressing down. Itachi let his fingers grope his lover's ass. He enjoyed this position very much, it let him see everything. Deidara wiggled, crawling up to search for the lube they kept hidden underneath the side of the bed. He gasped as the raven took the opportunity to suck his cock, going down on his elbows before trying to concentrate enough to grab the slim plastic bottle. Itachi took it from him, patting his ass to keep him in that position as the raven spilled the liquid onto his fingers, pushing against his lover's entrance as he sucked greedily on his cock.
Finally Deidara had enough. Itachi let him push back; watching as he sat behind the raven's straining erection. He had a hard time choosing between watching the look of concentration on the blond's face or watching Dei's hands as they stole the lube back from him and wrapped themselves around his cock, twisting and squeezing in just the right way. Finally he made a noise of impatience that was met with a smirk. He grabbed the blond's ass, pulling him forward so that their cocks rubbed together. Deidara relented, positioning himself above the raven then slowly sliding down, guiding himself onto Itachi's cock. They both groaned in satisfaction.
He kept his hands on the blond's hips, guiding him with soft touches, eyes wide as they watched the way his lover rose above him. This was why he loved this position, because he could see everything. Every look on the blond's face. Every way his hair flew around, the way he arched his back, the way his cock dripped in pleasure – especially when Deidara found just the right angle, crying out repeatedly as Itachi slammed his hips up and drove into that soft wet delicious heat.
He wanted it to last forever. It didn't, but there was joy in that too – joy at the pleasure he brought to the blond, at the pleasure washing through his body, at the way they were joined so perfectly. He never closed his eyes, tugging at the blond's hips to pull his attention back down. Deidara's grey eyes were hooded with pleasure as he looked down. He was captured in that gaze, they both were.
Suddenly forever was too short and too long at the same time. He needed everything. Without warning, he flipped their positions, driving into the startled blond. Pale hands came up to grip his arms as he hooked the blond's legs over his shoulders, increasing the pace. He loved the look of helpless desire building in the depths of those eyes, and angled his hips just right to make sure every thrust brought Deidara closer. He drank in every gasp, every soundless word, every utterance of pleasure from Dei's flush lips. Words that were said only for him. Skin that was shown only to him. A body that wrapped around him and only him, now and forever, whenever and however he wanted, they wanted, always. He pushed down for a kiss as the pleasure finally crested, smothering the cry of completion wrenched out of the blond and shuddering as he finally came inside his blond, marking him deep.
He collapsed beside him, pulling out. Deidara pulled him close for a long, relaxed kiss. Itachi reached down to grab a pillow and slid one side under his lover's head, carefully lifting the blond hair out of the way. Then he lay down and embraced his lover. They watched each other, a tangle of limbs and dark and light, talking without words until they sank into sleep.
. . .
Naruto glared at Sasuke as they exited the elevator. Sasuke smirked, but pulled his hand back. He was satisfied just watching the Uchiha symbol on the back of the blond's shirt as they went to the suite Naruto was sharing with Sakura.
"So we have some time?" the raven asked casually, eyeing a perfectly-formed ass only slightly hidden by the fall of a too-big white t-shirt.
"Yeah, she wanted to go see Hachiko – think Kakashi's been feeding her stories about his dogs again. One's about to have puppies and she was looking for names."
"Hn."
"That doesn't mean we have time to do any funny stuff though," he said, sticking his tongue out at Sasuke as they entered the suite.
Sasuke followed him into his bedroom, pushing him down on the bed and kissing him thoroughly.
The blond struggled ineffectually against him, moaning as the lips attached themselves to his neck. "Sasuke – Sasuke really, we don't have time, and I'm all sweaty and dirty!"
The raven chuckled. "So we take a shower?" he said, gazing down at the beautiful sight beneath him.
"We don't have time, seriously. I've got to get packed if we're taking everything over to your place – it was hard enough to get Sakura to agree to us meeting her at the airport tomorrow instead of making me come back here tonight. Then I've got to get showered and dressed, and we have to go over to your place so you can get showered and dressed, and then meet everyone for ramen before the concert."
Sasuke groaned. "I can't believe you talked us into Ramen again."
"It's a national delicacy!" the blond said, hopping up and grabbing his suitcase.
Sasuke lay back and watched him, smiling as he saw the blue shirt and orange wife beater that were the first things he'd taken off the blond. "Only you would consider ramen to be a national delicacy, dobe."
Naruto scowled at him. "Lies!" He looked around to make sure he hadn't missed anything, and then started stripping out of his clothes.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "You seriously expect me to not do anything?"
"Why, like what you see, teme?" Naruto said, posing in just his underwear.
"Wondering if we have any Bon Jovi around, actually."
Naruto chuckled, tossing his underwear at the raven before stepping into the bathroom.
"Sure you don't want company?"
The blond poked his head out, saying, "No time. Besides, then you'd have to put on dirty clothes over a clean body, and that's never fun."
"True, but it'd be worth it," Sasuke muttered, frowning as he heard the sound of water from the bathroom. Sighing he picked up Naruto's pants and folded them, stuffing them in the side of the luggage. He picked up the white shirt and grinned, folding it and sticking it in alongside the underwear before zipping up the bag. A little something for Naruto to remember him by.
His heart ached when he thought of being apart from the blond. He hated the thought of the blond leaving, was seriously contemplating just kidnapping him and not letting him leave the next day. Then, he sighed. He'd just have to go in and talk to Itachi and figure something out on Monday. Shaking his head at the sounds of so-called singing rising above the water in the shower, he wondered to himself if it was all just too crazy.
At the sight of a beautiful blond wrapped in only a towel, water still dripping from his hair, Sasuke concluded that even if it was crazy it was worth it. He sighed. "Hurry up and get dressed before I make you take another shower."
Naruto smiled and walked over, kissing him lightly then protesting as Sasuke grabbed the towel. He grinned as Sasuke used it to rub his hair dry, and then swatted him on his ass so he'd go over to the clothes laid out for the evening. Definitely crazy, Sasuke mused. But he'd take this kind of crazy anytime.
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Anon - yeah, Naru is more than just a fuzzy wuzzy hot as hell fox :) and.. you never know.. you know how hard it can be for guys to talk about their feelings :( I'm sure Itachi will have things to say to Sasuke about the situation, but... sage advice, or something else? Wait and see :)
Prism0467 - it is pretty yummy. Those Uchihas and their possessive natures :)
Kai - Thanks!!! Glad you're enjoying it :)
itanaru4eva - awww, thanks!
richon - yay, cokkeees :) yep, not much time left for the poor boys :(
airhead622 - happy to bring you christmas early, doll :)
Take care peeps :) Oh, and btw, the black one isn't supposed to be totally akatsuki like, just kinda hinting - did that come across? Anyways, ja ne!
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