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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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Fuck!
Deidara froze, overwhelmed by his own fear and endless admiration for those crimson eyes. But what the hell was Itachi thinking? He couldn't be seriously considering using his most deadly weapon on a man he practically just had sex with, could he? The artist felt his breath grow deeper and his heart raising its pace. He knew he overdid it a little and teased him longer than was actually acceptable, but Itachi allowed him to do it! Hell, he was the one who suggested the light bondage thing in the first place. Deidara knew that Itachi wasn't an idiot, and he was very well aware that Deidara would try to use his temporary dominance. But this was crazy! Twisted! Wrong! He was so mad! Not only because he was actually scared, but he had the suspicion that this was what Itachi actually enjoyed the most – torturing him with confusion.
"Does my Sharingan disturb you so much?" Itachi lazily stood up from his chair and wrapped the white towel back around his hips. Lowering his sight and finally releasing Deidara out of its deadly embrace.
"Ugh, well…" He wasn't sure what to say. Of course it disturbed him! Hell, it was driving him crazy and it was damn obvious as well, but he would never admit it aloud. Not in front of Itachi, at least.
"You should know that I would never actually hurt you." Itachi bent down and reached for the ropes Deidara left on the floor.
"I'm not really sure I can trust that…un." He responded with a nervous grin and took one reassuring step back and away from his lover.
"Not unless you want me to, at least." Finishing his previous sentence, Itachi straightened and with the rope casually rolling in his lean fingers, he turned towards the wavering blond.
Why the hell would he ever want that? Deidara frowned and with an annoyed buzz blew away some reckless strands of hair getting too close to his face.
"You don't have to be scared, Deidara. I won't use my Sharingan on you…Look." Itachi took few steps forward and stopped in front of the jumpy man. Trying to get Deidara's grumpy eyes pinned stubbornly on the floor to rise up, he placed his hand softly on the blond's bare shoulder.
"I'm NOT afraid of you, you know?" He snapped. Irritated only from the thought of Itachi trying to patronize him. But his eyes never left the safe spot on the wooden ground.
"Then look." It was only a slight change in his voice, but it made Deidara obey nevertheless. He pierced Itachi's red stare with his own electric one and with fists clenched tried to endure the tremble in his stomach.
"I would never use my Sharingan against you, always remember that."
In that calm and soft tone was something soothing. The way he looked down on the hesitating artist made Deidara want to melt like a snowflake on fire-warmed skin.
"Yeah, whatever you say, man." Quickly awakened by that awkwardly tingling feeling in his abdomen, Deidara jerked away his claimed shoulder and was about to walk away, only to be stopped by the same hand firmly pressing against his chest.
Itachi's lean fingers gradually began to explore the black tattoo right above his heart and the artist felt a familiar goose-bumps travel along his spine. He bit his lip and, feeling jittery, waited. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy being touched by his lover, but he also couldn't miss the darkness that settled on Itachi's face. It wasn't the usual standoffish look he had. It was something more…vicious.
His tall figure proceeded to circle around the blond while the pads of his fingers gently caressed lightly tanned skin along the way. Deidara would be stupid not to feel threatened, because there was nothing safe in the way Itachi's body changed stance. However, he was also too stunned by the sudden intimidation which devoured his mind to actually move. His stomach shuddered under that unexpected realization, but he stayed still - too curious about what evil things Itachi would come up with.
With his face tilted to the side where Itachi disappeared from his sight, he tensely expected what nasty plan that Sharingan pervert plotted. The stiffness around didn't really help, and when he felt the warm fingers gently moving his long hair away from the back of his nape, he couldn't hold a silent gasp.
Itachi arranged the rope evenly on Deidara's shoulders, crossed it in the front, and then returned it behind. Two threads of same length ran down along his spine and a loop lied rather innocently around Deidara's neck.
"You're really starting to creep me out. Un." Deidara frowned at the serious face that appeared on his other side when Itachi returned in front of him, measuring his little creation. His eyes travelled from Deidara's black pants, over his naked chest, up to the rope loop around his neck and then stopped, fixated into the two blue pools full of doubt.
"Tell me, Deidara…how much do you trust me?"
Deidara clearly saw how corners of his mouth twitched with amusement when Itachi repeated the same sentence he himself used when the roles were reversed. And he didn't like where this was going. Although he never tried to take down the bothersome rope around his neck. Still too curious.
"Not very much, un…" He frowned suspiciously and returned Itachi's now almost harmless onyx gaze. He suddenly felt weird, the loop around his nape started to itch and burn, not literally, of course, but in a weird and disturbing kind of way.
Itachi didn't seem to mind Deidara's skepticism. More like the opposite, because he liked the way the artist's lean muscular body rattled with anticipation while his mind wavered, clouded with uncertainty. He would never dare to hurt him. Itachi cared too much for him to actually harm his lover, but that was just something that didn't even cross the beautiful blond head of his. He stepped closer and gave him a long hypnotizing look, one of those that Deidara always hated, because it made him want to obey everything Itachi said.
Itachi cupped his cheeks with both hands and used the opportunity, while Deidara was too stunned to react, to gently join their lips. The artist was left so mesmerized by the tenderness of the kiss that he didn't even noticed being lightly pushed backwards, until his calves hit the edge of his bed. It was a rare occasion on its own, to see Deidara so shocked, that it actually made him speechless. Itachi used the situation to his benefit and softly seated him on the edge of the mattress and right after that lay his torso down, while Deidara's knees stayed bent over the side.
"Just relax. It's okay." Itachi whispered and felt Deidara's body shudder under the light brush of their lips still partly touching. Then gave him one last gentle peck and right after, followed by his disturbed eclectic gaze, kneeled between his thighs.
This was just so wrong! But Deidara couldn't help but surrender. He had never felt like this in his entire life, and despite everything in him that screamed not to, he found himself completely submitting to Itachi's will. He allowed himself to trust that devious man. He just hoped that he wouldn't regret it in the near future.
Deidara's pants were already unzipped, so all he had to do to reach his goal, was to slowly pull them down. He assisted him by lightly rising his lean hips and Itachi was able to expose all of him, only for his hungry onyx eyes. He was perfect. Maybe a little uncertain in what was his lover doing to him, but not shy in the slightest. Itachi proceed to kneel between his spread legs and slide his hands under Deidara's back, taking a hold of the two threads of rope. Then, while gently pulling them, he cautiously observed as the loop softly groped around the artists neck.
"Wow! Hey…that's…" Deidara twitched and his hands immediately fired to catch the dangerous object.
"Calm down and try to trust me, please." Itachi lowered his mouth right in front of the artists retreating erection and his breath blew around the sensitive skin, making Deidara twitch again. While his hands still controlled the rope, he brushed over the inner side of the blond's thighs and waited for the moment his body would react.
"Damn man! I hope you know what you're doing…un." Deidara let out a silent moan as his voice was shaking under the urgency of blood gradually returning to his shaft.
"Like I would ever want to hurt you." Another hot rush of hot air made Deidara arch his spine. Itachi use that opportunity it and gently pulling the rope he forced the blond to stay in that position, while the loop was gradually tightening its embrace around Deidara's nape.
Although still able to breathe rather normally, the artist started to doubt the function of their new "toy" and despite he couldn't tell whether he liked it or not, he had to admit that it certainly poured a new wave of adrenaline into his veins.
"Yeah…Like you ever…gmpf."
"Just shut up already." To test Deidara's trust, Itachi pulled the thread and noticeably increased the strength of the squeeze. Trying to escape the pressure, the blond let his back arch even more and his hand promptly sought to release his neck from the loop. The raven allowed him to loosen it as much as Deidara needed, but he never let his spine straighten.
"Man, that's not…ugh…"
"You still talk too much." As a punishment Itachi once more pulled the rope, hoping that Deidara would understand his intentions. However he didn't want to strangle him too much, at least not until his lover started to trust him, so he let him ease the grasp again.
"Just listen to my voice." He commanded and waited until Deidara's hands relaxed, although his finders were still hooked on the loop. Itachi didn't mind for now, if he felt safer like that, he would let him hold it as long as he wanted.
"Are you listening?" With every other sentence leaving his lips Deidara felt Itachi's warm breath blow right around his hardening length. Feeling the soft teasing, he let his lids fall shut and merely nodded.
"Good." Itachi smirked against the already throbbing member and proceeded to reward his lover with several tender kissed on each side of his inner thighs. A set of gasps escaped from Deidara's already parted lips and he tried to move his hips to get Itachi's mouth right in the place he wanted it the most, but the arched back didn't really allow him much room for squirming. Under that desperate realization, another frustrated pant clawed from his throat.
"I will keep increasing the pressure…"
Deidara jerked. Partly because of the hot touch of Itachi's sigh and partly from the anxiety of his future plans.
"Don't worry," he soothed immediately. "Your hands are still free. If you won't feel comfortable, you can loosen the rope as much as you want to. Is that okay?"
The artist wavered for a while. Trying to get together what was his lover saying since the sensation of his lips returned when his mouth came too close to Deidara's balls while talking. But after a few long seconds, he simply nodded again and let his hands lay calmly along his sides. He was too curious to know how far Itachi is going to increase the grip anyway.
"I promise…" The raven whispered teasingly, letting his warm breath caress Deidara's pulsing length.
"I will not…" To increase the pleasure he once more pecked the sensitive skin of Deidara's inner thighs.
"Hurt you…" Adding his teeth, he was rewarded with a lustful moan. Itachi couldn't hold back a satisfied smirk and slowly moved his lips along the burning skin, gradually reaching the impatient penis standing proudly right in front of his onyx gaze.
He waited with the rope and let his lover inhale deeply when his hot tongue slid along one pulsing vein. Going up, he softly kissed the top and the proceeded with his taunting back down to Deidara's balls. The lightly tanned body grew shaky and despite Deidara already having an orgasm not an hour ago, his flesh seemed to long for more. His fists gripped the sheets under him and he clenched his eyes shut. He should have known that Itachi would want to have his revenge and he didn't mind. He actually loved it. Let Itachi drive him crazy and desperate. It was sensation like no other, and he enjoyed the prolonging even more, when he already started to prepare his head for a mind blowing climax.
"Mmmm, enjoying yourself?" Itachi hummed and covered Deidara's dick with several gentle brushes of his lips, earning himself one long growl. He pulled the rope and delicately increased the embrace, observing the reaction and when the blond laid rather still, he proceeded to caress the sensitive flesh of Deidara's eager head. To squeeze another moan out, he wrapped his lips around the top and with feathery stroke let the shaft slide a few inches into his mouth.
"Fuc-gh…"
Itachi reveled in the dominance his hands had over his lover's breathing and with every new moan he tightened the rope more and more. He tightly observed the response from under his long black lashes and kept drowning Deidara in the light agony his lips left while strolling up and down over the head of his member. Waiting for the moment he saw Deidara's hands nervously twitch and then released the pressure and retreated his mouth.
"No-oh…" One rather furious pant slithered through the artist's throat when the warm sensation of his lover's mouth disappeared.
Itachi tied his onyx sight to the shuddering man in front of him and couldn't stop his lips from tugging up into a smile. If Deidara had even the tiniest idea of how much he actually cared for him, he would probably never look at him the same way. Most presumably he would tease him, taunt him and mock him for the affection Itachi was so long trying to suppress. If the stubborn wonder only knew how long Itachi tried to ignore him, to stay away and not get in his way. He would surely laugh his lungs out.
Well, that was before. Itachi was a master when it came to handling his facial expressions, so the blond devil had no idea of the heat that burned in his chest every time they came too close to each other. While using his control to his benefit, he quite easily made Deidara yearn for him. To fall for him and consume his lean body with attention that could be granted only by a loved one. And maybe when the time came, he might even tell him, if Deidara didn't figure it out by himself.
After a few seconds of wavering the artist let out rather impatient growl, reminding Itachi to continue teasing at any cost. Knowing that his own common sense might be the price, Deidara was willing to pay anything only to make the raven keep tormenting him. If it was his own twisted mind or the sublime submission to which he doomed himself while letting Itachi control every single move of his body, including breathing, he didn't know. He just didn't want him to stop, ever. Helplessness never felt so good.
"I will make you scream." With that threat Itachi continued to devour the rocking body gasping for air with his hot tongue gently caressing the hard length. Strolling up and down, lips pecking on the velvet top and then returning back to his sensitive balls so he could softly suck, first the left one and after a choked moan even the other one. He pulled on the rope and then let it loose again, cautiously watching if his lover had still enough air. But Deidara's hands stayed straightened along his sides, tightly clutching the white sheets as his body was ravaged by Itachi's tender torture.
The touches of his lover were so soft that sometimes Deidara didn't even know where exactly he was receiving the pleasure. He only recognized the agony of prolonging his orgasm in the uneven waves of hotness that was stroking through his body. He felt his mind cloud as the embrace on his neck was increasing and the arch of his spine grew deep with each new breath. He felt like exploding every second and wished for nothing else but to be able to plead for release. Yet his nape was squeezed so tightly that he sometimes had trouble even breathing, let along talking.
Did he take too long? Was it time already? Itachi peeked up to check how much oxygen and nerve the blond miracle was losing. When noticing that his strength wavered on the level when even his eyes turned up into his head, he decided that he had enough. Letting off the rope he promptly wrapped his swift fingers around his shaft and hungrily claimed all Deidara's length into his mouth. With the exact pressure of his lips and unexpectedly quick movements of his head, he soon felt as the body under him exploded in a fierce climax.
Several dirty words slipped through Deidara's lips when his hips fired up and every muscle in his body tensed. He erupted while screaming Itachi's name and then immediately fell back on the soft mattress, panting as stars dancing behind his closed eyes.
The raven swallowed all his lover had to give and teased the oversensitive cock with one last suck.
"Wow, don't…" Deidara's body reacted immediately and he hastily rushed his hands to get Itachi's mouth away from his decreasing but still too perceptive member. He climbed up on his bed and spread his limbs on the cold part of the sheets with his face buried in the cushy pillow.
"Finally had enough, hn?" Itachi joined him and pulled the blanket from under the blond's tired body so he could cover them. A strangled hum came somewhere from the depth of the pillow. The raven haired man lied on his side, turned to his resting lover and with pads of his fingers began to gently pet his back. Another buzz resonated the feather pillow as Deidara murmured with face still hidden down.
"I can't hear you." Itachi chuckled which made the artist promptly rise his head as he wished for nothing else but to see his lover smiling.
Too late.
"Damn man, you're killing me! Un." He accused him and frowned, carefully measuring Itachi's face to see if he'll be able to catch another glimpse of his dazzling smile. "But hey, could you do that again?" He asked when nothing happened.
"What?" Itachi raised his eyebrows with surprise. Had he not had enough?
"You know, that thing with your mouth…when the corners go up, and…un." He propped his torso up on both his elbows and pointing his fingers up he indicated the desired movement.
"I'm not so sure. Maybe you'll have to tell me a joke." He teased him with face deadly serious.
"Well. Okay then…A guy walks into a bar—"
"Deidara! I was joking." Itachi stopped him with an honest laugh he wasn't able to hold in. But the artist face only brightened more and his own lips widened into a happy grin when seeing and actually hearing Itachi truly laugh for the first time in his life.
"See. That's what I meant. You seriously have to do that more often." He smirked still unable to take his blue eyes off the man next to him.
"But only if you'll keep telling me jokes." He returned the smirk and reached for the rope still wrapped around the blond's neck. Slowly taking it away as Deidara watched him suspiciously, he threw it away. When the dangerous object was a safe distance away Deidara hugged the pillow and with head tilted to Itachi's direction he lied down.
"So a virgin, hn?" Itachi tangled his fingers into Deidara's golden hair and lazily stroked through the flood of silk.
"Och…don't even make me start about that. Un." The artist rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I won't." The raven haired man leaned down and gently kissed his lover's shoulder. "But next time you need me, just knock on the door. It's not that far." He purred into his flesh and granted him few more delicate pecks.
Was it the right time already? Deidara didn't know, but he yearned so much to sleep into Itachi's embrace that he didn't care what his arrogant lover will have to say. He snuggled closer and wrapped one arm around Itachi's waist, forcing him to lie on his back so he could rest his head in the comfortable spot under is shoulder. He felt the chest under him rise as Itachi was inhaling air into his lungs, surely preparing to say some mocking comment.
"Just shut up and go to sleep, un."
If the artist was to look up now, he would be once again rewarded by a tender smile, shining blithely on that normally stoic face. But he was too tired to do that and almost instantly fell into a deep slumber.
"Good night, Deidara." A silent whisper rustled in the room before Itachi followed his lover into a world of dreams.

Right when the artist awakened, he knew something was different. Yes! Of course. His bed. The blond stretched his arm to look for another body that lied next to him only a few hours ago. But the only thing that his fingers grasped was a piece of paper. With sight still hazy, he blinked few times and cleared his eyes so he could read the neatly written message someone left for him. The light in the room was gloomy, but the flickering candle on the desk was enough.
Left on a mission. Be back in few weeks. Hopefully.

Thank you for keeping me company.

Itachi.
Weeks? Hopefully? What the hell?
Sudden sadness filled Deidara's chest as he realized that it would probably be too much for Itachi to tell him a proper goodbye. He crumpled the paper and threw it away, then angrily buried his face into the pillow to muffle his frustrated scream.

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