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Of Silver Linings and Blue Yonder	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 18517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 35
- 36
- 37
Author's note: *imitating Mushu from Mulan* I LIIIIVE!
I'm so sorry for taking such a long time to update this fic, guys. That really wasn't my intention, but real life and various projects kept kicking my arse and I only managed to finish this chapter today. It was giving me more trouble than anticipated. Again, I'm sorry for taking so long!
Warnings: Deidara's pov; set in the past, a couple of months after they Marked each other; lemon; some drama; mentioned relationship with age difference in the past
Dedicated to: sparkling red
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 36
"How about this one, un?" Deidara held up a faded blue button up shirt. It was folded up perfectly and the package crinkled slightly between his fingers.
Dark eyes studied the shirt contemplatively before the Alpha shook his head dismissively. "Not the right colour," he remarked, almost absentmindedly as he compared two white shirts with each other.
"So picky, un," Deidara muttered, dropping the package back onto the pile. Disinterestedly he gazed around, wrinkling his nose at the rows upon rows of shirts he encountered.
They were shopping for new work related outfits for Itachi; the hot weather made it too uncomfortable to wear long sleeves, so the objective of their shopping today was to find decent, short sleeved shirts. Deidara had assumed the shopping wouldn't take too long; it wasn't as if Itachi was that vain after all.
But oh god, was he picky.
This was already the third shop they had entered in the fruitless search of shirts which would meet the Alpha's rigorous standards. Deidara was starting to fear they would never find a suitable shirt at this point. The whole trudging around and witnessing Itachi dismiss shirt after shirt wouldn't be that bad, he mused darkly, if his clothes weren't fucking sticking to his skin from the heat and if the air conditioning in the stores actually worked decently.
June had entered the country with blazing heat, broken occasionally by a violent storm. Today was yet another hot day with a painful clear blue sky and a sun intent on burning everyone to a crisp. People tried to stick to the shadows as much as possible, but even there the heat was unavoidable, making everyone sweat profusely. The drink and ice cream companies were certainly reaching fever pitch these days.
"I'm going to look there, okay?" Deidara pointed towards the back of the shop, where a couple of mannequins were wearing brightly coloured T-shirts and tight jeans. "Just come get me when you're done, un."
Itachi hummed in confirmation; his attention still fixated on the two shirts. Cobalt blue eyes rolled and Deidara snorted, making his way through the rows of clothes, shimming past a pregnant woman who looked completely and utterly done with the wailing child throwing a tantrum on the floor.
Another lovely side effect of this cloying heat: children were easier to become riled up and act out.
Not having anything specific in mind, Deidara just wandered around the mannequins, studying the T-shirts and trousers in all kinds of colours neatly folded underneath the dolls. His attention was snatched by a white tank top with a widely smiling orange printed in the middle and he stared at it, cocking his head slightly. It seemed like a top Naruto would wear, if only because it had something orange on it. The Omega still didn't understand what his best friend's obsession with the colour orange was, but it was always fun to see him become so excited whenever he received something orangey. Maybe he should buy it?
"Deidara? Is that you?"
The soft, low voice had him spinning around almost reflexively and his mouth dropped open when wide, greyish brown eyes gazed back surprised. "Sasori no Danna?" tumbled out of his mouth before he could think twice about it.
Sasori smiled wryly, putting a hand on his hip. "Still keeping up that nickname, huh?" he said, shaking his head.
"What? It suits you, un," Deidara grinned unapologetically, stepping away from the display and closer to the red haired man. "I didn't know you were back in town!"
"Just arrived this morning." Sasori shrugged. "Grandmother insisted that I visited her again, because I was being an ungrateful grandson and she would find me and kick my arse if I didn't show up right this instant." His explanation was delivered in a deadpan voice, his face blank, but his eyes shone with exasperation.
The blond man cackled, remembering the fierce, old lady fondly. No doubt she would have gone and done all that if Sasori hadn't shown up. That woman didn't fuck around, that was for sure. "She's still as lively as ever, hm?" he commented gleefully.
"She's a menace, that's what she is," the Beta man grunted annoyed. Then he sighed and his features softened again. "How have you been doing? It's been a while since we last saw each other."
Was it Deidara's imagination or did eyes linger on the tiny bit of his Mark's outline which peeked out from underneath his collar? "I'm doing well. Some of my clients are still idiots, but at least the pay doesn't suck, un," he replied lightly. "You?"
"Thinking about switching firms," Sasori told him, leaning his weight on his left leg. "My boss is getting on my nerves a bit too much." His smile was thin and razor sharp.
"You got a firm in mind, un?"
The older man shook his head. "Still looking around. Shouldn't take me too long, though."
"Deidara."
For the second time he swivelled around and he couldn't help but clap his hands in relief when he noticed a bunch of shirts in Itachi's hands. "Oh thank god! You finally found some shirts, un?" he inquired relieved. "I want some ice cream before we go home, because I need to cool down or I'll melt."
Ignoring Deidara's demand, Itachi inclined his head towards Sasori. "Who is this?" he asked politely; his face blank as he studied the red haired man.
"Ah, this is Sasori! Sasori, this is Itachi, my mate," Deidara introduced them and try as he might, he couldn't supress a smile from spreading across his face when he tangled their hands together.
"Nice to meet you," Sasori intoned, bowing slightly.
"Likewise," Itachi stated blankly and then dark eyes shifted, landing on Deidara. "I'm going to pay; you ready to go?"
"Yeah, still want that ice cream, un," Deidara reminded him and squeezed Sasori's wrist gently. "It was great seeing you again, Sasori. Think we can meet up before you leave town again?"
"Sure, I'll call you," Sasori smiled; his red hair glinting underneath the harsh T-light.
"Deidara," Itachi called out, already several steps ahead of him.
"Coming!" Deidara flashed another grin at Sasori before following his mate to the cash register.
Finally Itachi was done being picky!
"Thank god for decent air conditioning, un," Deidara muttered when they exchanged the heavy heat for the coolness inside the house. The curtains were drawn everywhere to keep the sunlight out and several rooms were now blanketed in semi darkness.
He continued his trek into the kitchen to wash his hands; some of his chocolate ice cream had dripped onto his hands and while he had wiped those spots away – or well, licked them off, but that was a minor detail – his hands still felt uncomfortably sticky.
"Next time you're on a mission to get clothes, you can go on your own, un," he complained, listening to the rustling of the bags as they were placed on the kitchen table. "I can't believe just how picky you were about some damn shirts!"
He didn't get an answer, surprisingly, but instead hands settled onto his hips and a warm chest pressed against his back. The Omega couldn't supress a tiny shiver when his mate nuzzled his neck, his lips faintly brushing over his skin.
"What? No reply?" he asked tauntingly, shutting off the water and snatching up the towel from the counter to dry his hands.
Before he could completely finish drying his hands, he was abruptly turned around and his feet skidded over the floor before he found his balance again. He scowled at the dark haired man, not happy with the unexpected manhandling. "Ever heard of ask- hmph!"
His complaint was cut off by a deep kiss, lips so forcefully pressed against his own that his mouth parted underneath the force and his head was pushed back. A hand came up to cradle the back of his head before he could make an impact with the cabinet door. His breath left him in a quiet hiss when fingers tightened into his hair, pulling his head even further back. His body followed, the thin pricks of stinging pain automatically making him lean his head back to relieve the pressure. The new position brought his hips flush against Itachi's and he moaned when he felt the hard bulge pressing back.
He gulped for air when Itachi pulled back, feeling light-headed at the sudden rush of oxygen flooding his lungs. Itachi didn't seem bothered by it; his lips brushed across Deidara's heated cheek before sliding downwards, over his jaw, down to his neck where he sucked and nibbled on a patch of skin right above his collarbone. His one hand still in blond hair, his other drifted over Deidara's hip, up underneath his shirt, caressing quivering stomach muscles.
"Fuck," Deidara breathed out, tilting his head to the right to give the Alpha more space. That earned him a pleased noise and his own hands slipped around strong shoulders, down his back. He tugged Itachi's shirt loose from his trousers and instantly slipped his hands underneath it, touching warm skin and firm muscles.
Then a hand cupped his dick through his jeans, pressing firmly against it, and he jumped in surprise; his breath leaving him in a 'whoosh'. His fingers twitched across Itachi's back when the button of his jeans was deftly flicked open and the sound of his zipper being drawn was loud, punctuated by their harsh breathing.
The Alpha took a step back and tugged the jeans down roughly, urging the blond to step out of them before his boxers were practically torn off too. Clearly the older man wasn't in the mood to wait until they were in their bed and that … suited Deidara just fine.
Hands rucking up his shirt had him jump into action; his own hands drifting down to wrestle with the button and zipper of Itachi's trousers, while their mouths connected in a feverish kiss. It was too warm, the sweat on their bodies made them sticky, and they would only get hotter if they went through with this, but all Deidara could think of was getting closer, pressing his body against his lover's, feeling hot, damp skin move against his own.
Deciding it was time he got some control back, Deidara swiftly sank down on his knees, pulling Itachi's trousers down until his knees and leaving them there, constricting the Alpha's movements. An impish smile graced his lips when he looked up and caught burning, dark eyes before he leant forwards and nuzzled Itachi's cock through the damp fabric of his underwear. Itachi leant back, gripping the edge of the counter, and quirked his eyebrow, as if to ask, "Is that all you got?"
Oh, it was on now.
Quick as a snake, Deidara's fingers latched onto the waistband of Itachi's underwear and pushed it down, revealing his cock which already had some pre come glistening on the head. Licking his lips at the sight, Deidara leant forwards and wrapped his lips around the head, lapping and sliding his tongue around it; faint bitterness leaving a trace behind on his tongue. Above him a muffled curse escaped the dark haired man and he grinned, gripping Itachi's hips firmly so he couldn't move. Slowly, aware of the way muscles trembled almost unnoticeable underneath his touch, he slipped forwards, taking inch after inch until the tip bumped against the back of his throat. He swallowed, his throat briefly constricting around it, and one hand instantly buried itself in his hair, gripping the strands tightly as Itachi hissed through clenched teeth.
It was not easy to pull any sort of loud noise out of the Alpha. Itachi was the quiet type, both in and outside bed, but the Omega was determined to elicit at least some noises out of the man. Having become quite familiar with Itachi's body, it didn't take him long to figure out what would make the Alpha react and what wouldn't. He licked and sucked, hollowing his cheeks whenever he pulled back before he would swirl his tongue around the head, dipping into the slit and feeling Itachi shiver at the sensation. Then he took his length back into his mouth, curling his tongue around it, and the wet sounds his actions created were downright filthy, but that did nothing but arouse Deidara even more.
His own need was brushing against Itachi's leg sometimes, sending sparks up his spine, but all his focus was on the man in front of him, whose fingers tightened around blond strands whenever he took the man deep in his throat, whose chest was heaving up and down as he started breathing harder, clearly not as unaffected as he liked to appear.
His scent was growing heavier, sharper, drifting into the blond's nostrils and clouding up his mind, making him practically salivate. If he wasn't taking suppressants, he'd probably be leaking down his thighs by now. Flicking his eyes back up, they met half lidded, black ones with a reddish hue and Itachi's lips parted, a soft, almost inaudible moan escaping him. That sound sent a thrill through the blond and he hummed, smirking when that elicited a loud hiss from his lover, and dipped his hand down, intending on getting himself off.
Before he could close his hand around his own aching cock, however, hands gripped his forearms firmly. The unexpected gesture had Deidara gasp and pull away and then he was hauled back up; the ache in his knees from having knelt on the floor only becoming apparent now.
He didn't have any time to think about his sore knees, though, because his mouth was basically being plundered, Itachi's kiss so hungry he could do nothing but subject to its ferocity with a low groan.
The Alpha fumbled with something behind his back, but Deidara was too distracted by the tongue curling around his own, mimicking what he had just done. A slick finger sank into his hole and a tremor went through his body, his muscles automatically tensing up against the sudden invasion. His lower lip was sucked between Itachi's and that particular sensation distracted him enough to relax his muscles, allowing the digit to slip in deeper. Whatever it was coated with, it made it easy for Itachi to spread the wetness around, covering the Omega's inner walls, before adding a second finger, making Deidara moan and push his arse back.
Lips curled into a smirk against his. "You like that, hm?" Itachi breathed out, sucking yet another bruise in Deidara's neck, right above the Mark he had given him a couple of months ago.
His skin was going to be a canvas of colourful bruises by the time they were done, but the blond man couldn't find it in him to give a shit about that. One hand slipped into silky black, long hair, messing it up, while the other slid down; his fingers encircling Itachi's thick length, squeezing it. "Seems like you're not opposed to it either, un," he grinned tauntingly and a hiss escaped between his clenched teeth when a third finger abruptly slipped inside him, stretching his entrance roughly.
Those digits slid further inside, rubbing across his walls, pulling apart to stretch him even further. The teasing, light, barely there touches to his prostate sent shivers up his spine and he hid his face against Itachi's shoulder, clamping his mouth shut to hold back the embarrassing loud noises practically begging to escape. The pressure against his sweet spot grew and the sparks of pleasure racing through his body at the intense sensation had his legs almost buckling. His hands clamped down on Itachi's shoulders to brace himself as the Alpha kept pushing his fingers in and out; his free hand slipping between them to stroke Deidara's throbbing cock.
"Come on, un," Deidara groaned, squeezing around the fingers.
"'Come on', what?"
Blue eyes glared at him, not appreciating the attempt to be coy. "You know what I want," he snapped, biting back a moan when those fingers brushed against his prostate again.
The dark smirk gracing reddened lips had him gritting his teeth in frustration and he dug his nails into Itachi's shoulders in retaliation. The dark haired man didn't even seem to register the sting as he stopped his ministrations and just kept his fingers inside the Omega without moving them at all, eliciting a frustrated growl out of the blond.
"Hm, I need to be sure about it, though," Itachi mused; his dark eyes glinting. "Wouldn't want to be mistaken."
Deidara's hands shot out and gripped Itachi's face firmly, pulling him downwards so that their noses touched. "I want you to fuck me," Deidara hissed, feeling too hot and needing to cool down immediately. Their combined scents were swirling around them, making it hard to concentrate on anything else but the desire to get fucked thoroughly. "That clear enough for you?"
Black eyes flashed up and before he realised it, he was swiftly turned around, his legs forcibly spread and his hands slammed down on the counter to brace himself before he bashed his head against the cupboard.
"What are you – oh my god!" His complaint was abruptly cut short when Itachi slipped inside him in one thrust, stretching him even wider than his fingers had done before. "Fuck!"
Deidara's head drooped forwards, his hair slipping over his shoulder to pool down on the counter and his arms trembled slightly forced to support his weight. His breath left him in quick, shallow pants as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion; his inner muscles pulsing around the thick cock inside of him. The Alpha was practically draped over him, his hands resting on either side of Deidara's, his hips flush against the blond's arse cheeks.
A nose nuzzled the back of his neck, hot breath caressing his skin there, causing goose bumps and Itachi whispered, "Can I move?"
Breathless laughter was his answer and Deidara pushed his arse back; the ability to form words having left him for the moment. Itachi drew back slightly before he slammed back inside, tearing a loud groan out of the blond man.
What followed next had Deidara's head spinning around, his fingers grappling for purchase on the counter as Itachi thrusted in and out at a rapid, almost punishing pace, punching his breath out of him with every thrust inside. Hands travelled up and down underneath his shirt, tweaking his nipples, caressing his sides, dipping down and giving his leaking cock a few strokes before going back up, never lingering long enough to give that final push that Deidara desperately needed.
Pleasure coursed through his body like an uncontrolled fire, sweat dripping down, making it easier for their bodies to move against each other, even though now he was only capable of taking everything the Alpha gave him, having to brace himself against the counter to keep upright. But fuck it, if it wasn't worth it! His whole body sang with pleasure, the fire in his lower stomach growing and growing; the urge to spill, to give in, give up becoming too difficult to ignore, but he just needed a little bit more, just a little bit and then he would … then he would …
"Please, please, Itachi," he heard himself begging; his muscles clenching down around Itachi whenever he drew back, loathing being empty. "Please, touch me, I just need a bit – please, I can't, I need to …" The rest of his words were swallowed down in a deep, filthy kiss, a tongue pushing past his lips and curling around his own; Itachi having pulled his head up by his hair and twisted his face around to reach his mouth.
The position was quite uncomfortable, his neck was protesting, but it had the Alpha grinding slow and deeply inside him, touching all the places that he desperately needed to be touched, forcing wave after wave of blinding pleasure through his system.
Slender fingers, burning to the touch, wrapped around his aching cock and gave it a few, measured slow strokes. "Come for me," Itachi whispered against swollen lips. At the same time his fingers squeezed and his cock pressed firmly against Deidara's sweet spot and that was, that was …
Everything went white.
His ears buzzed with the sound of his blood roaring in his ears and he shook and trembled and shivered as he spilled into Itachi's hand, his seed dripping down on the floor, as pleasure, blinding and hot and sharp, exploded and wrecked his body, his mind, making it hard for him to breathe or feel anything else.
Itachi was moving behind him, inside him still, saying something, but he couldn't understand what as his muscles clamped down; his body still in the throes of his climax.
What he did pick up and made him smile tiredly, was the soft, deep groan echoing behind him as Itachi reached his own climax and came inside him.
They were both sweaty as hell, too hot, and the kitchen was a mess, but who cared about that when he was wrapped in the arms of his Alpha?
Definitely not him.
The sweltering heat of the day had finally given away to a light breeze in the evening. It was barely strong enough to disturb the curtains, but any reprieve from the oppressive warmth was welcome, so the windows were wide open. They'd have to close them soon to avoid too many insects entering, but for now they remained open.
"Wasn't Sasori-san a boyfriend of yours?" The low timbre of Itachi's voice broke through the peaceful silence.
Deidara blinked and his brain took a few seconds to comprehend the question. He had been close to dozing off; both the heat and their activities in the kitchen earlier sapping away most of his energy, leaving him tired and utterly resistant against moving now that he was comfortable in bed.
"Oh, yeah, he was, un," he muttered and yawned, not even bothering to cover it with his hand. His pinkie was touching Itachi's and aside from their ankles resting against each other, that was the only bodily contact they had now; both still trying to cool down in order to get a proper sleep. "My first actually."
Itachi made a non-committal sound. "He looks … a bit older than you."
His cautious, polite tone made the Omega chuckle and he turned his head to face his mate. "Yeah, no shit," he chortled. "He's sixteen years older than me."
Black eyes widened a touch. "That's quite the age difference," he murmured and furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, you said he was your first boyfriend – how old were you then?"
"Sixteen," the blond man replied lightly. "Met him at an art exhibition actually and we hit it off."
"And nobody thought the age difference was a bit too big?"
He shrugged and lazily brushed his bangs back, grimacing at the light sheen of sweat coating his hairline. "To be fair, for the first couple of months we didn't know each other's age. He looks younger than he is and I look a bit older than my age, so we never stopped to wonder about how old the other one was, un."
"How did your mother react?"
"Well, she wasn't happy at first," he admitted and smiled. "But then she met him and she liked him immediately. I think it helped that she knew we were taking things slow."
"Sounds like he was better than the other people you dated." Itachi's voice was low, sounding off a bit.
Deidara sighed and rolled over, throwing his leg across Itachi's thighs. "It's not that difficult to be better than some of the people I've dated," he pointed out calmly, poking Itachi's biceps idly.
"Why did you break up?" Itachi's face was a complete blank mask, not revealing anything.
The Omega smiled wryly. "We weren't bad together, but our arguments were just too … explosive. It's not like we fought all the time, but when we did …" He whistled lowly. "It wasn't pretty, let me tell you that. Then he got an offer to work on the complete opposite of the country and we decided it was better to break up, because a long distance relationship wouldn't work out. We stayed friends, though."
"Apparently," Itachi murmured; his fingers twitching faintly.
Deidara clucked his tongue and bent his head to press a quick kiss against a slack mouth. "You've got nothing to worry about, okay?" he said amused, wrapping his hand around Itachi's hip. "Sasori's nothing more than a good friend now."
"A good friend with an interesting title." The older man raised an eyebrow.
Deidara flushed slightly and cleared his throat. "You heard that, huh? Just an inside joke," he said flippantly, flopping down next to him. "Nothing more, un."
"Hm."
He pressed his fingers down on the Mark he had given Itachi and smiled when he heard the surprise inhale of breath. "You're my mate, I'm yours and these Marks of ours are proof of that. Trust me, you've got no reason to worry about me and Sasori, Itachi. There's no one else but you for me."
Itachi didn't reply, but fingers tangled into blond hair, tugging him closer. They shared a slow, sweet kiss before sleep claimed them, the two men guided there by the chorus of crickets outside.
"You've got to be kidding me, un," Deidara muttered underneath his breath, catching sight of the large man trailing behind him. His presence wouldn't have been suspicious if he hadn't spotted him in the same café where he and Sasori had met up with each other to talk nor if that same man hadn't been following them ever since they left the café.
"Something wrong?" Sasori asked, his hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans as they made their way to the car park where they had left their cars behind.
"No, nothing; just remembered I still needed to do something," Deidara smiled tersely, ignoring the man behind them for the time being. Had they been followed during their previous outings as well? God, the thought alone was enough to piss him off and he pressed his lips together.
Sasori was staying longer than planned in the village, his grandmother insisting on it, so he and Deidara had met up a couple of times now. Mostly they just talked, but two days ago they had gone to an art exhibition which had opened in the next village. Had they been tailed then too?
He and Sasori said goodbye when they each reached their respective cars and Deidara watched him leave in his black Ford before sliding behind the wheel of his own car. Before he could start the motor, however, his phone rang.
"Yo, we haven't talked in a while," Naruto greeted him when he accepted the call.
"We haven't, no," Deidara agreed and despite his irritation, a smile appeared on his face. "You busy with school, un?"
"As always," the younger Omega replied with an annoyed groan. Then he audibly brightened up and said, "But I just finished a project and I have some time before I'm being drowned in another one. You're up to going out this weekend?"
"I'm always up for that," Deidara hummed, rapping his knuckles against his steering wheel. "Sasori's back in town, though."
"Ah, your ex-boyfriend, right?"
"Yep, that one."
Naruto had never met Sasori; their relationship had already been over by the time he met the younger Omega, but Naruto did know about the red haired man.
"Well, if he wants, he can join us?" Naruto suggested and someone in the background yelled incomprehensibly.
"I'll ask him," Deidara said, using the rear view mirror to check whether he was still being watched. The car park appeared to be deserted aside from a couple of empty cars. "I'll let you know what his answer is."
"Something on your mind?" Naruto asked abruptly, making Deidara jerk at the unexpected question.
"What? Why?"
"No particular reason. You sound a bit distracted, that's all," the younger man replied lightly, but there was a hint of worry colouring his voice.
Deidara heaved a sigh and flipped his hair over his shoulders. "Itachi had Kisame following me while I was with Sasori."
A pause. "What? Are you sure?"
"It's pretty difficult to not notice that giant man trailing behind you," he said dryly. "Not sure whether he had someone follow me earlier this week, but I definitely noticed him now, un."
"Why would he have someone follow you?" Naruto questioned confused.
"My best guess? That idiot is jealous because I'm meeting up with Sasori."
"Did you tell him he has nothing to worry about?"
"Of course I did," Deidara retorted irritated. "But apparently that bastard doesn't trust me," he said darkly.
"I'm sure he trusts you - "
"Yes, that's why he has someone following me. Of course, how could I forget that's a sign of trust."
Ignoring Deidara's sarcastic comment, Naruto continued blithely, "But have you considered that he's just insecure?"
Deidara furrowed his eyebrows and leant his head back against the headrest. "Why the hell would he be insecure, un?"
"Fuck if I know. Maybe it's just because Sasori-san's the only one you're on good terms with still? It's not like you're meeting up with your other ex-partners."
"That's because the other ones are all dicks, un," Deidara said sharply. "If he's insecure, he can open his mouth and talk about it instead of stalking me through someone else!"
"I'm not agreeing with him, Deidara-kun," Naruto said calmly. "I'm just guessing that's what this is about. Just talk to him, make it clear he has to call his guard dog off."
Deidara narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You think this is funny, huh?"
Naruto laughed. "I know you're pissed off and you have every right to be, but honestly, it's hilarious that he sent Kisame of all people to shadow you two. That man sticks out like a sore thumb, being the freaking giant that he is!"
"Yeah, and he just screwed himself over by sending Kisame, un," Deidara murmured darkly. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay, but Deidara-kun?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't be too hard on him, all right? I know he crossed the line, but he loves you. A blind person can see that."
"Aren't you always the one trying to give him a hard time?" Blue eyes squinted, watching how a couple of pigeons started parading a couple of feet in front of his car.
"Eh, he's not that bad in the end. He makes you happy and that's what matters to me."
"True, but that doesn't make me any less pissed at him for doing this," Deidara said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll talk to you later, bye."
"All right, bye!"
He threw the phone on the seat next to him and spent a moment rubbing his temples with his index and middle fingers, feeling a headache creeping up. He loved Itachi, he really did, but he did not appreciate being shadowed by one of his men like he was doing something wrong. Like he had given Itachi a reason to be suspicious of him. Itachi had told him weeks ago that he had to trust him that he wouldn't stray like all the other had done – why couldn't he give Deidara that same trust?
Grimly he sat up and fastened his seatbelt, starting the motor.
He had a mate to confront at home.
AN2: I hope this chapter makes up for the long wait ^^; The next part will be in Itachi's pov and will continue this particular prompt.
Again I apologise for taking so long with this and I hope to have the next one out sooner *crosses fingers*
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
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