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Guessing by the sounds coming from the artist's room, Itachi could already tell that he was awake. Deidara probably woke up some time around sunrise when he had given up waiting and went to make him breakfast again. The food he had prepared before was eaten by himself during the night. He simply got a little bored and also extremely hungry from watching Deidara sleep soundly for several hours and took a short brake. Now back to duty, although it could hardly be called that since he sincerely enjoyed taking care of his lover.
A noise of shattered porcelain made Itachi pick up the pace. So awake and angry – not really a surprise. He wondered how much of last night his lover actually remembered. The illusion he had created in the genjutsu was rather nice, he would say, he wasn't sure if it was Deidara's kind of fun, but since the blond always loved explosions so much, Itachi figured that making him watch a colorful fireworks wouldn't be that bad.
"Fuck this! And fuck that! Who designs this shit anyway?! How the hell am I supposed to get dressed without using hands?! Damn it!"
Deidara's voice echoed through the hall when the door were opened and a tall figure slipped inside. Itachi didn't bother with knocking and simply walked in, crossed the room and put the food tray on the messed up desk. All that was of course followed by an irritated blue stare.
"You're feeling better, I assume?" He turned towards the patient and scanned the surroundings. One of Deidara's white sculptures was lying broken by the table on the floor. Itachi picked the pieces with a sigh and threw them away, still waiting for the answer. Deidara was staring at him suspiciously, like he was trying to remember why the hell he was even here. But he didn't snap on him right away, which was of course a good sign.
Deidara frowned. Itachi acted so casual it made him breathless for a while. The previous rage slowly left his system and instead was replaced by confusion. He really didn't expect Itachi to take his promise this seriously, especially when he found the room empty in the morning, though he was a little sad about it, but that was to remain a secret, forever. Then he finally inhaled to speak. "Better than before, maybe… but my hands are still useless. Un." Hints of annoyance were clear in his tone.
"They will be fine in a few days." Itachi soothed him with a soft smile. He truly wanted to just grab the half-naked body and simply take care of him. Dress him, wash him or feed him, whatever he would need. But for now he settled with waiting to see if Deidara is at least comfortable in his presence. This was completely new for both of them, after all. The few moments they had shared before were mostly about sex, and neither of them really knew how to act in a situation that above everything else resembled a relationship.
"Sure, I know that. But seriously, I'm never ever taking anything from Zetsu again! I would rather die… un." Deidara rolled his eyes.
Zetsu, that spiteful plant, Itachi had already spoke to him about Deidara's suspicious pain during the night, but the only answer he got were several cryptic words and assurance that his agonizing state was rather normal for someone whose limbs were growing back together. Which is something that he could hardly argue about. But from what he saw right now, Itachi felt a little easier, seeing that Deidara was again his old wicked self. No real harm done then.
He chuckled gently, observing the foolish frown in his lover's face. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"
Itachi was immediately pierced by Lethal Blue Stare of Death. "If I wanted to act like an incompetent drunk, I would just get wasted!"
"Hn, true." He agreed then let his gaze drift down to the shirt tossed on the floor next to Deidara's feet. "I thought you were adorable. Would you like me to help you?" He said nonchalantly, pointing on the obviously torn up piece of clothing.
With hidden amusement he watched as Deidara blinked few times, trying to grasp what Itachi just told him. And the raven waited. Would he get angry like before or he simply accept the fact that he was currently unable to do almost anything by himself?
"Hmpf, nah… I'm fine. I wasn't going to wear that anyway. Un." He snorted and with a heavy squeak of the mattress sat down on the bed. Decision to put aside comment about his stoned appearance was the best choice for now. But he did feel rather uneasy. Swallowing his pride was harder than he had expected. He didn't mind Itachi's presence, not at all, he was actually really happy that his lover came back but the image of someone dressing him like a doll was just too humiliating. He sighed heavily.
"Alright then." Itachi crossed the room and bending his knees he lowered himself in front of the sitting man. "Do you realize that you will need someone's help at least for today?" He captured his heavenly eyes looking down with resignation.
Deidara sighed again. "Yes." There was no point in trying to deny anything. Itachi was right and he was defeated. The orders from Kakuzu were clear – no using his hands for at least thirty hours, not like he could do it even if he wanted to. Damn Leaf ninjas.
"And do you want my help or shall I call someone else?" He continued. Pursuing him to acknowledge the fact that he truly is incompetent to satisfy the basic needs for himself with those yet lifeless hands. Itachi had already planned to follow his every step for the next several days at minimum, so the answer didn't really matter, but he kind of hoped that Deidara wouldn't accept care from anyone else but him.
And he was right. Judging by how his electric eyes widened under the image of Hidan or Kisame or any other member of the Akatsuki helping him eat or get dressed, he quickly shook his head. "No way! You want to kill me or what?"
Itachi smiled softly. "I think you're pretty capable of doing that yourself." He straightened above him. "Now let's go take a shower. I've asked Kakuzu and he said you can get those stitches wet."
For few seconds Deidara sat motionless, then he lowered his head, hiding his childish pout behind the long bang covering half his of his face. A silent mumble slipped through his lips and he frowned deeply.
"Is something wrong?" Itachi's eyebrows rose up. He honestly thought that he just convinced him. Well, he actually thought that he had convinced him yesterday, but the blond obviously still had some doubts.
Deidara's voice remained silent, but the previous mumble was starting to take some form. "I need to brush my hair first."
He looked just so endearing.
"Alright then. I really don't see the problem." Itachi grabbed a chair and placed it to the middle of the room. Then he just stood there, waiting.
Damn him! How could one be so incredibly patient? Deidara was sure that if it was anyone else or any normal person for that matter, he would already have thrown his hands into the air and left the room, losing his temper over Deidara's lack of trust and excess of stubbornness. But this wasn't just anyone, was it? This was Itachi… but who was he really?
The man with whom Deidara shared few hot moments, the man who brought him several hard orgasms, the man whose attention he craved so much that when he finally had it, it scared the shit out of him. Mainly because he never even dreamed about this particular kind of attention, and the way it made his heart stutter frightened him beyond measure. And Itachi still stood there, in the middle of the room, expecting Deidara to slowly swallow his pride.
"The comb is in the drawer." He swung his head in the said direction and then walked across the room and moved his butt to sit on the prepared chair. "You know I don't really let people mess with my hair. Un." He squirmed uncomfortably.
Itachi's voice was steady and soft. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Are your hands clean?" He fired before he was able to stop himself. As an answer a pair of hands drifted into his field of vision, one of them already holding the comb. "Hm, fine. It's just…" He paused as the hands disappeared and he felt them gently stroking through his blond hair, sending a chill down his spine and he visibly shivered.
"Deidara." The whisper too close to his now uncovered ear made him twitch, but Itachi continued, blowing hot breath around Deidara's cheek. "You should really try to relax. It's not like I'm going to hurt you."
He truly wanted to say something back, but a set of delicate pecks staring right behind his ear, going down his nape and ending somewhere on his shoulder muted him quite effectively. Instead of a protest he let out a surprised pant and right after that a lustful growl, bending his neck to the side and giving those teasing lips more space. His tensed body on the chair immediately eased the strain in its muscles.
Itachi flashed a smirk into Deidara's skin and then he straightened, successfully achieving his goal of calming down the blond's nerves.
"It's not like I don't trust you. Un." Deidara spoke and desperately tried to fight his husky voice. "It's just," he cleared his throat, "that my hair needs to be brushed before getting wet or it will go all scraggly and it's hell to do something about it then." He explained hesitantly.
He couldn't believe it. He simply melted just now. Completely surrendered to the sensation of that vicious mouth. How that happened? When did it happen? Deidara wasn't sure if it's a good idea to answer these tricky questions, so he just let Itachi continue to take strand after strand and gently brush through the flood of silky gold. It wasn't that bad as he first thought. His lover, having also long hair, obviously knew how to handle a comb and his skilled fingers worked so tenderly that Deidara couldn't stop a few more unwanted shudders when a wave of ice strolled down his spine.
He reluctantly closed his eyes and decided to enjoy the subtle attention that was granted to his precious blond hair. He never allowed anyone to touch it, let alone brush it, but he felt that Itachi was somehow different, somehow special and although only the thought about his own feelings still frightened him, he really did trust his lover.
After taking down the rubber band and brushing through the last amount of hair, Itachi was done. Deidara actually found himself regretting that the gentle administration on his head ended and he turned his face to the side and then up to secretly peek on the man above, analyzing his unapproachable features. But instead of a cold gaze, he was about to discover something unexpected. Something that always managed to make his stomach tingle, which he honestly hated. Not because it would be unpleasant, but because he knew that it was a weakness. A soft warm smile heated his chest and he couldn't help but return it.
"See, it wasn't that bad after all, was it?" Itachi asked gently.
All he managed as a response was a slow shake of his head and then silent. "Thanks." No, it truly wasn't. But then déjà vu hit him. He had already seen that particular smile, but when? Where?
You make me happy, Deidara.
Deidara's eyes widened with surprise from the sudden realization, then his brows started to grow closer as a heavy frown was claiming his angelic features once more. That was it! Last night, Itachi told him something like that, didn't he? Or was it only a dream? Or a hallucination? Damn pills, he probably should ask him. But what if it was only an illusion in his head? How will he explain it to Itachi then? A flood of questions violated his mind and he got completely lost in those blurry memories.
Then the voice of his lover ripped him out of his thoughts. "Shall we?"
Deidara turned around and looked at Itachi, standing in already opened door with a towel, bath robe and other essentials for a shower prepared in his arms. He slowly nodded and followed him through the hall into the large bathroom. He almost forgot that Itachi had mentioned to take him there, but he wasn't in a state to protest, too focused on the changes in their communication and Itachi's behavior. Although a shower was a pleasant idea and the hands of his lover strolling over him and caressing his skin brought a familiar tickling in his abdomen.
Despite scorning himself for even admitting it, Deidara couldn't deny that Itachi indeed could make his stomach do things that dangerously resembled certain teenage girls drooling over handsome men. After all – he was one of those men and he was very much aware of his good looks, but he never though that the situation might get reversed. That he – Deidara –could one day find someone who would bring him goose-bumps all over his body and uncomfortable butterflies in his belly. What a shame.
But there he was, standing in the middle of the large Akatsuki bathroom, with useless hands and in the company of a man he literally loathed only several months ago. Letting said man pull down his pants and with his onyx eyes silently direct him towards the shower. He didn't wait for another command and without a word stepped into one of the three rather wide stalls.
Itachi turned on the water and set the right temperature, then left Deidara standing under the warm stream while he himself began to undress. Is was exactly six minutes since Deidara suddenly shut up and if it was anyone else but the blond, Itachi would probably leave it, but Deidara being this silent for more than a single minute was highly suspicious. Was he plotting something? Or did he remember the genjutsu he used on him last night? He didn't look angry, more like drowned in some unknown thoughts. Itachi being himself had no intention to drag the information from him, to ask him what's wrong. Instead he just went with it, acting like nothing particularly strange was going on.
He joined Deidara in the shower with a bottle of shampoo, the blond was facing the wall and gave Itachi very nice view of his firm round butt. Oh, how he couldn't wait to wash those two perfect mounds, not to mention the craving to add some of his own flesh between them. But all that in the right time. For now, he just settled with burying his shampoo covered hands in his hair again. He pushed Deidara out of the water flow and massaged his skull, drawing several satisfied hums from the blond's throat.
That. Was. Heaven. He willingly leaned back his head and let his lover's fingers do their magic. He would have showers with Itachi every night just so he could receive this kind of tender handling. Although he should probably return the favor somehow, shouldn't he? The thought scared him a little, realizing that there weren't many options how to give back the delightful attention, not without hands. Did Itachi know that as well? Did he expect him to pay back? Was that the reason he stayed with him, took care of him and all? Deidara was more than confused by the treatment that Uchiha granted him. It felt great, no debate there, but it messed with his mind. Why him? Why now?
There were moments he would swear that Itachi felt something for him, but the second he had prepared himself to admit it, his sane-self slapped him hard. Don't be stupid, Deidara! Don't forget who he is! Itachi Uchiha is an arrogant, self-centered bastard who tricked you and then mostly ignored you! Just enjoy the sex! That's what he's doing! Don't involve your emotions, or you'll regret it! Don't let him use you!
As much as he hated the voice in his head, he also had to admit that there was some truth hidden in it. He was scared that the minute he let his mind accept Itachi might care for him, he would smash into a hard wall of reality, also called Itachi's stoic face. He could still very well remember that standoffish indifferent look his lover used to have and he didn't like it at all, because only the image of being hit by that unapproachable gaze hurt him. So that was it, his paranoia was back.
While Deidara was deep in his thoughts, Itachi's hands took his shoulders and moved him back under the shower to wash down the shampoo in his hair. The artist closed his eyes and waited until it was rinsed out and then Itachi's hands turned him to face the man he shared this intimate moment with. Biting on his lip he once again opened his eyes so he could look into Itachi's face, narrowing his eyes somewhat.
There wasn't really anything he could read from it, he wasn't smiling nor frowning, more like he seemed simply relaxed and focused on the process of cleaning Deidara's skin. His hands wandered over his chest, smearing the lather on firm muscles. It was rather wasteful job since every bubble appearing was immediately washed away by the stream of water, but he couldn't care less about that and Itachi seemed he was doing it more to enjoy the feel of Deidara's body than to actually do something useful anyway.
Then those onyx depths moved up, strolling from his torso and catching the cautious blue gaze. Deidara let himself drown in that hypnotizing embrace and for a moment forgot about every doubtful thought he could have had earlier. Driven by the moment, he decided to stop wavering.
"Itachi?" He asked reluctantly. His lover smiled back at him as a sign that he's listening. "There is something about last night. Un." He moved his sight away, a little ashamed for his stupid hesitating and speech pattern that too much resembled of an insecure little girl.
He also missed the frown flashing in the raven's face. "If you mean the genjutsu, I'm truly sorry, but…" He started softly.
"No, I didn't mean that." Deidara interrupted him promptly. He didn't care about some genjutsu he didn't even remember. But what he did remember was something else. "What I meant was… you… you said something last night and it made me wonder. Un." Another pause. Damn it! What happened to him? Was he really this overwhelmed by the warmth in his chest from the simplest thing like Itachi's proximate closeness?
"You will have to specify that, Deidara." A hint of amusement resonated in his gentle voice as he adored the confusion and uncertainty that gave the blond agonizingly innocent appearance.
Deidara inhaled deeply. "Did I really make you happy?" He fired with one breath, like it was the hardest question in his life.
So that was what troubled him the whole time? Itachi felt his smile grow wider every other second. He didn't really think Deidara would be able to make him even happier than before, but from the moment he looked into those two heavenly pools full of vicious sparks, his life completely changed. Sparks that were now replaced by a glow of curiosity.
"Yes, you did." He said finally to stop taunting his lover and watched as surprise flashed across his face, then Deidara copied the smile with his own version of devious smirk.
He did. He really made Itachi happy!
Not even another breath was allowed before the blond riding on the hot moment captured him in a passionate kiss. Itachi swore that if his hands were capable he would probably even grabbed his face, like he did that one time. But he didn't mind the inability to have more and returning the heated gesture he let himself be consumed by the wave of lust traveling through his body.
He pushed Deidara and his back collided with the wall, pinning him between Itachi's chest and the cold barrier behind. Thus moving them away from the flow of warm water, but there was no need for that as the burn of their own bodies did the trick itself. Not wasting another minute his hand drifted down and Itachi's deft fingers wrapped themselves around Deidara's shaft. He got a surprised pant right in his mouth and an inadvertent twitch of his lover's body, but he refused to part the kiss, wishing to be as close as possible to that lean figure and soft skin. His other hand cupped the blond's cheek and forced him to keep on enjoying the connection.
It took only a few strokes to bring his length to life and it followed Itachi's cock to standing position in an instant. Achieving what he wanted, he grabbed Deidara's hips and thrust him hard into the cold tiles, following the motion and adding some more pressure with his own body. Their hard erections gluing firmly onto each other sent an unstoppable shiver down Itachi's spine. He would lie if he said he didn't crave for more and he found this situation more than suitable for their "first time" but he definitely wasn't going to force his lover into anything uncomfortable.
But then Deidara arched his spine into the wall and hastily parting the kiss he yanked himself from the wall to gain more space so he could turn around, breathing deeply.
Itachi froze for a second, watching as the blond propped his forehead on the tiles and bent his back a little. The unspoken gesture itself making him slightly open his mouth in surprise.
"Go with it." Deidara panted, but there wasn't much excitement in his voice, more like resignation.
And Itachi wavered. "Are you sure?" He tried to catch his face to know how exactly he feels, but he just looked down, eyes closed and hands hanging lifelessly.
"Damn, yes! Just do it." He forced through gritting teeth. "The pain can't be worse than my hands anyway." He let out breathlessly, but the innocent looking comment managed to stop Itachi's hand gently traveling down his spine nonetheless.
"Pain?" He made a step back. "Is that really what you think I want?" He couldn't believe that Deidara would be forcing himself to do something he obviously didn't enjoy, but why? For him?
The blond straightened and turned around to face Itachi. "Huh? How the hell I should know what do you want? But why did you stop?" He snapped angrily.
"I have no intention in causing you pain." Itachi frowned and stopped the running water. The mood gone in an instant.
"Oh come on. I didn't… mean it like that. It just slipped…. un." Deidara watched him leave the shower and wrap one of the towels around his lean hips. He noticed the erection being all gone. So he really did messed up. Damn it.
"Perhaps. But you're clearly not ready." Itachi shook his head and repaid the wrathful stare with his own cold one.
And that was just the thing Deidara was scared of, the pain in his chest from those indifferent eyes. "Yeah what if… I need to repay you somehow!" He spit. "And moreover… why do you care so much?! It's not like…"
"You are unbelievable." Itachi interrupted him with a disappointed sigh. "Why do you think I care? Hn? Didn't it occur to you that you can very easily find the answer right in that question, Deidara?" He took another towel and returned to the stall Deidara was still standing in.
"Well then spill the beans already! I'm freezing here! Un." He measured him, watching as he simply began to dry his skin. "What? You won't tell me? Why?! Is it that hard to tell? Why do you care about this stupid stuff, Itachi?" He yelled when his lover remained silent. "Answer me!" The tiles reflected his voice and the shriek echoed in the bathroom few seconds after Deidara fell mute.
Itachi stopped and looked harshly into the blond's stubborn face. "Because I care, Deidara!" He said plainly. "I care about you." Itachi added to make his statement clear. "Is that a satisfying answer for you?"
His chin dropped few inches. "Y-you do?" He stuttered.
"Would you like me to write it down for you?" Itachi measured him once more and left the shower to get the bath robe he brought here, so he could dress the shaking blond.
"N-no… it's just." He followed his lover out of the shower. "No-one ever…" Still unable to grasp what was just told to him. "And you've never…" Why didn't he just say so? "I've never…" He couldn't find the right way how to start his question. "How long?" He whispered in the end.
"Too long, probably." Itachi admitted and Deidara's already widened eyelids parted even more.
"What? And you've never… why didn't you just… hmpf." He cut the sentence before he started babbling even more. "Damn stupid mouth… un."
Itachi's stoic features disappeared and his face melted into a slight smile. "I always had a thing for you, if you want to know so desperately, but it was pointless. The world we live in is not suited for foolish things such as feelings." And he was frowning again.
"Seriously? Is that why you ignored me then?" Deidara's electric stare followed his lover's moves as he bent down and gently slipped one of his injured hands into the sleeve.
"Yes." He nodded simply a proceeded to do the same with the other hand.
"And what made you change your mind?" He caught his gaze when he straightened and softly put the bath robe on Deidara's shoulders.
Itachi fixed the hems and neatly crossed them on Deidara's chest, safely hiding his body into the fluffy cloth. "I didn't change my mind. It still is pointless." He said quietly after a while.
Pointless? "Tsch… jerk." The blond tilted his face away, but let his lover finish the job and tie the belt around his waist. Running around the hideout practically naked wasn't something he would want.
Itachi softly cupped his cheeks forcing him to look back into the black embrace. "I just don't care about that anymore. I simply wanted to be near you, that's all." He eased his lips into a smile once more, drowning Deidara in the warmth of his onyx eyes.
"So… that means." He breathed out stupidly, too stunned to say something proper. "That means you will actually always be…" Even his other sentence evaporated and Itachi delicately moved the wet blond strands from his startled face.
"Yes. I will always be by your side." He completed, repeating the very similar thing he had said yesterday.
No pain, no hurt, no indifference. He truly did care for him. He did! Itachi cared for him! Deidara couldn't be happier, and he didn't need anything more to return the happy smile. "Good. I'd very much like that." He said, finally acknowledging some his own feelings. It wasn't much, but for now it was enough. His heavenly eyes brightened up and then he snuggled closer, placing his head safely on Itachi's shoulder. "Hug me!" He ordered playfully and teasingly bit his lover's neck.
A soft chuckle responded before his shoulders were tightly embraced and a gentle kiss was placed on his forehead.
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