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"– and that's how it happened. Un." Deidara nodded.
Itachi frowned slightly. He very much disliked what his lover just told him. "Do you realize that you could have easily died?" He asked carefully.
"Would you stop underestimating me? I'm not as weak as all of you might think! Un." He snapped.
Itachi went mute for a moment, analyzing the grumpy look on his lover's face. Deidara always tended to take things he said the wrong way. But he probably should have guessed that the blond would never accept any sort of soothing, not for now at least and probably not from him either. Maybe he should simply tell him that he cares, not just about the physical contact they share, but also about him as a person.
"I don't think that you're weak." Itachi said and hypnotized the blond with a deep black stare, then he inhaled with the intention to finally reveal his feelings...
But got interrupted.
"Well, yeah. Sure I could have died, I know that. But what was I supposed to do? It was a chance to catch another jinchuuriki, do you realize how great opportunity that was?"
Deidara just didn't know when to stop. Maybe it simply wasn't the right time.
Itachi didn't answer the question he considered merely a rhetorical and let his sight drift down on the two violated limbs. The image of losing Deidara permanently was too painful. He had already lost one person he deeply loved and had no intention to experience that agony again. Even though Sasuke was still alive, a single thought about his little brother could still make his heart shatter. But not with this blond miracle. With Deidara everything seemed a little easier. And that was more consolation than he ever hoped for.
Itachi smiled. "I'm just glad you're alright."
"Man… stop that, you're creeping me out." Deidara suspiciously narrowed his eyes. That tingling in his stomach again. What was that? Every time he got hit by those warm onyx eyes, his soul trembled. Itachi's smile was stunning, no doubt about that, but he liked it more when he knew why the hell was the arrogant man grinning.
"You really are one rarely stubborn wonder, aren't you?" Itachi leaned forward and gently kissed the startled man before standing up from the bed.
It had been a few hours since he promptly arrived from his assignment and found his lover in this miserable state and he simply refused to leave until Deidara told him everything that happened on the mission, otherwise he would be obligated to report his own task to Pein.
Deidara glanced him proceeding towards the door. "Hey! Wait… you're leaving?" His mouth was quicker than his brain.
Itachi turned around with his hand on the handle. "I need to see the Leader, but don't worry, I'll be back soon."
"Well, you don't have to… un. I mean… It's not like a need a babysitter, or anything." Deidara babbled and drifted his look away. Seriously, man? You just don't know when to shut up!
"Hn." A deep throaty chuckle. "If the choice was mine, Deidara, I would never leave your side, believe me." With those words Itachi abandoned the room and left his lover alone.
…never leave your side…
Deidara let the sentence roll around his head once more. Suspicious heat was spreading in his belly, but he couldn't find the right name for it. Although it sure felt like something he could easily call happiness. For now.
"I believe, you. Un." The blond whispered with a dreamy stare still fixated on the place where his lover disappeared. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad to let someone take care of him while his hands were incapable. Itachi obviously wasn't the cold man he always seemed to be, not when they were together and alone. If he just could figure out what is making him change that attitude.
Poor oblivious artist.

"You're not usually late for your report." Pein's projection stood by the window looking out and showing Itachi only his back.
He kept his voice polite and gentle. "My apology, I had some…"
"Urgent matters to deal with?" The Leader completed his sentence with the exact words Itachi himself used several days ago, then turned around.
"I see you have already spoken with Kisame." Uchiha returned Pein's cold gaze with his own distant one. It was hard to tell who of those two could win in a staring contest.
Silence claimed the room.
Without breaking the eye contact Itachi spoke first. "If you don't need me to report anything, I will go now." He slightly bowed and proceeded to walk away.
"Just remember that with deep love, comes also a great pain." Leader's mysterious words made Itachi stop for a moment. So, he knew. Not really a surprise, but he didn't seem to mind and that was what mattered. He slid the door open and left the room without any further hesitation, making his way to the kitchen.
All hopes that he would be allowed to prepare his food in peace was shattered the moment his eyes fell on a huge back leaning into the fridge. Kisame. Should he be mad at him for giving tips about his affection towards Deidara to the Leader or maybe try to control himself more when it comes to the blond?
"I would have never guessed you swing that way, Itachi." The shark straightened and with a silent fizz opened a bottle of beer. Not even turning around to face his partner.
"That is hardly any of your business." Uchiha didn't let himself be disturbed by Kisame's mocking tone.
"So how is he?" The fish man asked honestly whilst sitting behind a wooden table, which looked ridiculously small in comparison with his tall body. Every previous signs of mockery disappearing from his voice.
"He's strong, he will heal quickly." Itachi admitted softly.
The other door opposite were violently shut open.
"Little fucktard, I'm sure he'll be running around and jabbering all the shit about his stupid art pretty soon." Hidan rushed towards the fridge and also grabbed one of the many beers.
"And you'll be taking his place until then, right?" Kisame's provoking comment was followed by an amused hum from Kakuzu who walked into the abruptly overcrowded room right after the priest. The masked man took one of the old newspapers, piled on the small messy desk by the window and comfortably nested in the corner chair, neglecting the loud company.
If Itachi was entertained as well, it was unknown, because he simply ignored the sudden fuss around him and began to cut and peel different kinds of fruit.
"Nah… I have much important mission! I have to pass on the great ways of Jashin. You know…" Hidan hopped on the table and joined Kisame in piercing Itachi's back bent over the countertop. "But fuck me if I haven't heard some very interesting buzz. So… how's Deidara doing?" He replaced the shark with his own way of teasing.
Itachi couldn't be less involved in the flowing conversation and he continued to prepare the food without acknowledging Hidan's question.
But the white haired man wasn't really bothered by the lack of response and continued. "Well yeah, he kinda looks like a girl, so I can see your point. Hehe… I mean, we can't keep abducting women, that might get suspicious and next thing you know… bam… this place gets discovered! Sooo… it's good to know that we have some willing men around us, especially when they can't really defend themselves, right?"
The movement was too swift to see it, even for skilled ninjas like Kisame or Hidan. A short whiz and sound of shattering glass and the priest was left with only the neck of his beer bottle in his right hand and a kunai sticking from his chest.
"Fuck you, why did you do that? We were having such a nice conversation and look at the beer… man. Such a waste." Not even in the slightest troubled by the weapon embedded right in his heart, he threw the rest of the bottle away and marched his way to the fridge again.
Itachi stopped slicing the fruit and turned towards Hidan. "Tell me, Hidan. How many times has your head been separated from your body?" The sound of his voice was deep and full of malice. Even Kisame felt the air go stiff. He wasn't afraid of Itachi, but he could admit his partner knew how to appear deadly.
"Dunno, few times." The priest shrugged.
"Does it hurt?" Itachi continued to stare as his eyes began to burn the white haired man alive.
"Fuck yeah! Like hell! Why do you ask?" He grinned uncomfortably.
Kakuzu stopped reading the newspapers and observed the tight exchange. Hidan was known for his stupidity, so there was no surprise that he missed the point of Itachi's questions.
"Then let me warn you, Hidan. If you so much as touch Deidara, you'll wish to be dead after the first time I'll slowly cut through every single muscle on your neck." As a proof of his threat, he let Hidan look deeply into his Mangekyou sharingan.
The priest swallowed, startled by the lethal stare of those red eyes. "Fuck, you're even scarier than Kakuzu." He shook off the chill on his spine. "Hey, Kakuzu, how come you let them talk to your friend like this? That's not very nice." Hidan turned his whining towards the silent observant.
"I couldn't care less about your petty brawl." He uttered and returned his eyes to the old papers.
"Whaaaat? You can't let them treat me like this! Come on… what about the bond we share?" He wailed while going back to his original sitting place with a new bottle of beer.
"Don't be a fool or I'll end you myself." Kakuzu snarled without so much as raising his eyes from the little black letters.
Itachi let his Sharingan retreat and took the prepared food, leaving the room and ignoring the brimming argument between the offended Hidan and grumpy Kakuzu.

After a silent knock he carefully slid into Deidara's room. It was no surprise that he found a projection of blue haired woman and half of Zetsu bending over the blond's bed. He had already sensed their presence.
Deidara tilted his dizzy smile towards Itachi. "Hey, you're back. See I told you I don't need anyone Konan," long yawn, "I already have a babysitter. Un." He finished his babbling. Did they drug him?
Itachi laid the food on Deidara's table and turned his attention towards Konan who had been studying his cold features for a while. He awaited for an explanation whilst staying mute. But she obviously got a handle in reading distant men. It was no surprise when almost all her time she spent in a presence of Pein.
"His body will go through a painful healing process and he needs someone to watch over him the whole night." She said calmly.
Itachi nodded. "I'll stay with him."
Konan observed his unapproachable face for several suspicious seconds then a shadow of a smile flickered across her lips and her projection disappeared.
"We've accidentally gave him a little too much of the painkillers," Zetsu's ghostly voice caught Itachi's attention, "so there might be a few side effects."
The black half growled and spoke. "Liar."
The white chuckled. "Your friend should be alright by the morning, just keep a close watch on him." He soaked back to the wall above Deidara's bed.
Itachi threw away every doubt. Zetsu might be spiteful, but he would never kill Deidara. He was too valuable for the Akatsuki.
He took a glass of water and seating himself on the edge of the bed he helped Deidara drink. Although a little delirious, the blond managed to swallow few doses of the fresh liquid. He needed to keep his body hydrated, at least a little. Itachi put down the glass and his eyes drifted back to the endearing face, lips curled in a dizzy smile and eyes clouded from unknown medicine. His own features melted and Itachi felt a familiar warmth heat up his chest. They were together, finally, and for the next few long weeks he won't allow anyone to part them. Anyone.
"Hey, Itachi?"
"Hn?"
Deidara frowned, a childish expression crossing his innocent features. "Why are you smiling?"
"Hn." Deep gentle chuckle. "Because I'm happy." His onyx eyes soaked into the hazy blue sight.
Deidara's brows grew closer. "Huh? Why are you happy? You're never happy, you don't smile… liar. Un." His voice was a little mumbled, but it was still quite easy to understand him.
But Itachi's smile was only becoming bigger and it slowly illuminated his face. "You made me happy, Deidara." He whispered softly.
The blond widened his blurred eyes. "Me?"
"Yes."
"Really? Are you sure?" There, again with that silly pout.
"Absolutely." Itachi nodded.
Deidara seemed to roll that word in his head for a while. Itachi almost thought that all the contemplating would exhaust him and then he would finally fall asleep, but instead his gloomy face lightened up. "Yeah. Right. Why not… I can make people happy. My art makes them happy. Un." He agreed with himself. Then raised his fuzzy sight to the face hovering over him. "Did my art make you happy, Itachi?" He asked silently but cautiously.
His little angel. How could he not love him? "Of course."
"Yeah. I knew it." Deidara's nose crinkled a little when an amused grin reminded Itachi why next time he should change the word 'angel' for 'devil'. Another evil smirk flashed across his lips. "Wait till I tell Sasori… yeah. Where is Sasori? I wanna tell him."
A shadow fell over Itachi's face. He didn't have the heart to refresh his lover's memory. "I'm sorry, Deidara." He gave himself some more time by gently cupping the blond's face. "Your friend," sigh, "is not here right now."
But Deidara was already becoming suspicious. Even in his dizzy state, he was hard to fool. "Oh really? Mmm, where is he? He promised to meet me back here. And now he's keeping me waiting, that's not like him… no, not at all. Itachi? Where is Sasori?" The pleading look in his heavenly eyes shattered Itachi's soul into pieces.
"Sasori was sent on a mission." He breathed out lightly.
"Mission? Without me? He can't handle a mission alone! He's… he's…"
Itachi interrupted him gently. "Don't worry, it is quite an easy one. He'll be back before you know it." He tried to soothe him.
"Oh, alright then… I'll just wait for him here." Strange as it was, it worked and Deidara leaned his face deeper into Itachi's warm palm. "Itachi?" His eyes found the onyx embrace once more. "Will you wait with me?"
"I will." He gave him a tender smile.
"Good, that's good. I don't like to wait alone… un." With those last words, Deidara finally drifted into the world of dreams.

Deidara slept soundly for several beautiful hours. Lying calmly on his back with face tilted towards Itachi who watched him carefully – sharingan activated. Cautiously observing his every breath, every move of his eyes under the closed eyelids and every insignificant twitch of his lips, sometimes indicating smile, sometimes a frown. He sealed every tiny detail of Deidara's features into his mind through his crimson eyes. It wasn't really necessary, because the face of his lover has already been burned deep in his heart, but he continued to study him nevertheless.
Itachi didn't mind waiting. Not at all. Every other minute in Deidara's presence was a blessing and the sheer essence of his chakra brought him peace. Peace which he was so afraid to feel. He was always so scared that he would forget his duty if he let his emotions run free, but despite being a powerful man, he also had his needs, needs he chose to ignore at first.
It had begun with craving for Deidara's body, he wished to tame the insolent blond, he was so rude and cocky and it drove Itachi crazy, although he would never allow anyone to see it. Deidara infuriated him in a weird kind of way and it took a while before he realized how big impact the devious blond had on him.
With time the yearning for his flesh was replaced by simple things like curiosity and interest. He noticed Deidara's desperation for his attention and it brought him restless sleep. Questions raised in his mind. Why was Deidara so eager to be acknowledged by him? But despite all Itachi wasn't really looking for the answers and continued to neglect the dangerous artist. And it only brought Deidara to hate him. But why? After all Itachi did nothing – except that one little incident – to earn such deep hatred towards his persona. It was growing harder to ignore the aura of loathing which resonated from every Deidara's move. Itachi knew the vicious blond plotted something to finally get the attention he craved for, or at least he wanted to, but luckily never got the chance.
In the end, he just couldn't stand it anymore. He longed to be close to that devious man, longed more than he was ever willing to admit, even at the risk that Deidara might try to kill him. Taking the actions in his own hands he lured the blond devil to come to him, of his own choice. Well, almost his own. And how big was Itachi's surprise when it ended completely different than he had ever imagined? That first night they shared. How oblivious could one be if he was unable to notice how much Itachi desired Deidara's touch?
So now he was here. With him. And after all the obstacles their short and shady relationship came through, he was finally granting himself the pleasure he was scared to feel. It was all just like he said before – Deidara made him happy.
Itachi noticed the features of his lover darken. Deidara's eyebrows grew closer and his frown deepened. For the first time in several hours his head moved and lips gently parted. First came out a gasp, then he babbled something Itachi wasn't able to understand. But he didn't have to wait for any more signs and already kneeled beside Deidara's bed.
He retreated his sharingan, just in case. "Deidara?" A gentle whisper blew around the blond's face.
It took him a while before he once again made his tongue obey and mumbled, "-hurts," was the only word Itachi was able to catch, but it was enough.
"Don't worry, I'm with you."
Normally he would take his hand, but it would only bring him more pain and from the miserable grin Deidara had, it was clear that he wasn't really feeling well. In fact, he was drowning in agony.
"It-hurts." Two reckless tears drifted from beneath his sealed eyelids and grazed their path on each side of his tormented face.
But why? Zetsu gave him painkillers and he even said he gave him too much. That's why Deidara had been acting like a foolish drunk child right before he fell asleep. How come the suffering caught up to him? That damn plant, he'll deal with him later, for sure.
Itachi felt a tiny stroke of helplessness threatening to consume his mind, but he swiftly managed to chase it away. No. He wasn't the one to lose his cool over a situation like this. In fact, he knew exactly what he must do. Although the blond devil won't like it at all.
"Deidara. Open your eyes." He commanded softly, not expecting the artist to carry out the request right now, he waited for a while, before pleading again. "Deidara, look at me!" He tried rising his voice slightly.
Nothing.
Deidara's body started trembling and his breathing grew more erratic every other second.
"Deidara!" He put all the urgency into that call and it finally made his lover to acknowledge his presence.
The blond promptly opened his electric eyes full of angry tears. "Fuck it! Just chop them off…"
His heavenly sight was embraced by genjutsu in a split of a second, sending his shaking figure into a peaceful illusion. But not before a hint of disbelief flashed in those two pools of blue. Itachi knew that his lover would be angry for settling him down with the sharingan, but he just couldn't stand the image of Deidara in so much pain. It hurt his soul to see the stubborn wonder suffer. But let him rage all he wants. Itachi already knew how to compensate for this unforgivable act.
But everything in the right order.
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