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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
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or make any profit of it. Kishimoto owns it

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author's note: This chapter was not supposed to be this long :O And yet somehow it ended in something as long as this. It also turned out to be quite a lot darker than the previous ones.
PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS!
Thanks to the following reviewers: Vidalhbea and smint45
Warnings: Deidara's pov; takes place in the past (Deidara is 22 and Itachi 24); unwanted drug use; attempted sexual assault, leading up to beginning noncon; foul language; violence
Dedicated to: SasuNaruGaaraIta

Chapter 6
A knock on the door made him look up. "Hm?"
"Deidara-kun?" The purple haired secretary, Ayami, smiled at him and waved something through the air. "This arrived just now in the mail. It's for you."
"For me?" Deidara repeated dubiously and pushed himself back from behind his desk, where he had been attempting to figure out just what kind of meaning the client had intended with a certain paragraph of his short novel.
"Hm, hm." Her teasing smile set him slightly on edge. "I didn't know you were seeing someone."
"I'm not, un," he murmured confused, but wariness was already settling in. He almost didn't dare to accept the envelope, but he knew that would only raise questions with Ayami.
She quirked an eyebrow, amusement plastered over her face, and handed him the envelope.
The by now – unfortunately – familiar handwriting caused the hairs in his neck to rise up and he had to resist the urge to rip the offending envelope in several, tiny pieces. With clenched teeth, he opened it and shook it lightly; a short note and something that looked like a ticket fell into his hand.
'Deidara-san,
I noticed the advertisement on the street for this and figured it would interest you. I hope you will enjoy the show.
Sincerely
Itachi Uchiha'
The ticket was to an exclusive art exhibition which displayed the ukiyo-e works of Moronobu Hishikawa, the most important ukiyo-e printmaker during the seventeenth century. His work was held in the collection of the Library of Congress, but they had been temporarily removed to be displayed in the art exhibition. The tickets for the exposition were rather pricey and while Deidara would have loved to attend it – he had a severe weakness for art – his budget didn't allow for such frivolities. Now he held an actual ticket to it in his hands and he should be jumping up and down from joy now.
Except he couldn't enjoy visiting the exhibition, knowing where the ticket had come from.
Ever since he had encountered the dark haired Alpha in that alley – he still maintained he hadn't needed his damn help, he wasn't some god damn weak Omega! – the man had been sending him presents with the occasional request for a date. How the man had figured out where Deidara worked and where he lived, the blond didn't know and that thought was quite worrisome. Especially, because no matter how many times he sent back the presents with a message to fuck off, the Alpha remained persistent in his wooing.
Deidara grimaced at the thought, but even though he wanted to deny it, he recognised this behaviour; Uchiha Itachi wanted to woo him, convince him how much better he would be off with the other man as his mate. The worst thing was that all the presents were actually thoughtful. They weren't just a way to show off the man's wealth, to brag how much he could afford; no, the man had clearly done some kind of background check on him and was projecting his knowledge through his gifts.
Last week he had sent Deidara his favourite brand of chocolates; the week before that he had received a gift receipt to his preferred art store. A beautiful scarf made out of some very soft material had been delivered to his house a month before. The Alpha had even given him a golden necklace with a pendant in the form of a tear drop, containing a sapphire stone; it came with a message that the stone had reminded the other man of his eyes.
In another life, Deidara might have felt flattered at the attention; might have preened at how hard the Alpha was trying to win his affection. It wasn't like the man was hard on the eyes; in fact, he was easily one of the most handsome men Deidara had met so far and his scent had been quite alluring if the blond Omega had to be honest.
But he was an Alpha.
That was the main reason for Deidara rejecting his advances. He had had some bad experiences with Alpha and he wasn't feeling up to giving another Alpha a chance. Maybe it was just his shitty luck, but all the Alpha men he had encountered so far had wanted to control him, act like they were his owner. He was supposed to be their demure, submissive Omega mate and like hell he would ever be like that! Being submissive wasn't in his nature and he absolutely loathed Alpha who thought they could control him, simply because of their status.
Deidara might not know much about Uchiha Itachi, but the man practically screamed arrogance and looked like a serious control freak. There was no way he would ever give that man a chance to date him, even if his presents were thoughtful and he had kept a respectful distance – so far.
Ayami patted his shoulder gently. "I'll leave you to your work," she murmured and slipped out of the room.
Samui looked up when Deidara sat down again. Pushing back a lock of her bright blonde hair behind her ear, she nodded towards the ticket still clenched into his hand.
"From your suitor?" she questioned calmly and took a sip of her coffee; grimacing slightly.
"Don't call him my suitor, un," Deidara grumbled and crumpled the ticket into a ball before throwing it into the garbage bin. "But yes, it's from the same guy."
She cocked her head and studied him carefully with her light blue eyes. "Still not giving him a chance?"
"Why would I?"
"He does seem to try his best to court you." She shrugged and leant back into her chair, clucking in annoyance at something she was reading on her screen.
"Unfortunately, un," he muttered and glared at his own computer screen.
"Are you really not giving him a chance at all?" Samui frowned and gave him an admonishing look.
"You know my bad luck when it comes to Alpha, Samui-san, un," he retorted sharply.
"Yes, but not all Alpha are like that. Your previous partner didn't want you to act submissive, right?"
Deidara snorted harshly and scowled at the reminder of his previous boyfriend. "True, but he was a Beta, un. And the bastard cheated on me with his own sister-in-law," he replied, a tad bitterly. He was over his ex – it had been nearly a year ago by now – but it still stung a bit that he had been cheated on.
She pursed her lips and sighed softly. "I still say you should at least give him a chance; get to know him better. But it's your choice." She changed the topic before Deidara could offer a rebuttal. "Anko-san asked whether you'd be up to joining us tonight to go to this new dance club."
"New dance club?" He quirked an eyebrow and absentmindedly corrected a spelling mistake in the paragraph he had started working on.
"Yeah, supposedly it's one of the more exclusive ones, but Anko-san managed to get us on the list," Samui answered and rolled her shoulders. She looked at him expectantly. "So you're in?"
"Yeah, sure, why not, un?" he muttered and shrugged. Maybe a night out would do him good. At the very least it would keep his mind off the fact that Uchiha was still trying to court him.

Deidara sank down on the barstool with a sigh of relief, plucking at his shirt with a slight grimace. He loved dancing, but the inevitable sweat he worked up through that thanks to the moving and being surrounded by bodies on all sides was fairly disgusting. His dark blue shirt stuck to his chest like it was moulded onto it and his neck felt damp, making him happy for a brief moment that he had thought of completely putting up his long hair into a ponytail. Hair sticking to his neck would just have been irritating.
Surveying the dancefloor, he smirked when he caught sight of Anko dancing quite closely to a dark red haired man, whose hands were plastered on her hips. Samui was a couple of feet away from him, dancing with a short haired brunette and she briefly smiled at him when she caught his eyes.
He had danced with a couple of guys, but so far nobody had really caught his eye yet. He wasn't specifically out to get someone into his bed tonight, but he wouldn't say no either to a bit of fun. Taking care of himself got a bit repetitive after a while, after all.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Someone popped up next to him and he swivelled his head into the other one's direction in surprise.
A lean man with shaggy, white hair and startling light blue eyes smiled at him. He was quite attractive and his tight shirt hinted at firm muscles.
"My name is Toneri; what's yours?" the man asked with a winning smile.
"Deidara," the blond Omega replied and stiffened when Toneri placed his hand on his arm, bending closer to him. Well, wasn't he quite the forward one?
The new proximity allowed Deidara to pick up his scent and he stilled. An Alpha. Of course.
"Well, Deidara-san, can I get you something to drink?" Toneri murmured and his eyes glittered with barely veiled interest when they regarded Deidara's body.
"No, thank you; I'm not thirsty, un," Deidara answered and casually withdrew his arm, putting some distance between him and the white haired Alpha. The man was quite attractive, but the blond couldn't help but feel on edge around him. His instincts told him that something wasn't right about this guy and his instincts had never betrayed him before.
The smile seemed frozen on Toneri's face. "I've seen you dancing; you must have worked up quite a thirst after all that," he said and cocked his head.
"I can go a long time without a drink, un," the Omega replied with a thin smile and narrowed his eyes, sitting up straighter.
Immediately Toneri raised his hands and his face softened. "All right, sorry, didn't mean to come over as pushy. I just liked the way you danced and you seem interesting, but I get the hint." He winked and hopped off the barstool. "I'll leave you alone. If you change your mind, I'm in booth number five." And then he was gone, back to the dancefloor where he was soon swallowed up by the dancing mass.
Deidara only fully relaxed when he couldn't see the man anymore and turned around on his chair, raising his hand to attract the bartender's attention. "A Bacardi-cola, please," he requested and placed the money on the counter.
The bartender, a man with long, dark green hair and dark blue eyes, nodded lazily. "Coming right up," he muttered and turned around to mix the drink after dropping the money into the drawer.
As soon as his hand closed around the cold glass, Deidara nodded in thanks and sipped from it; the cold liquid soothed his parched throat while the slight fizziness of the Bacardi left his mouth tingling faintly. Deciding that his sore feet needed some more time to rest, he stayed seated on the barstool, sipping from his drink and looking aimlessly at the dancefloor.
His glass was nearly empty when Anko appeared in front of him with an almost maniacal grin decorating her face, slightly out of breath while several strands of her hair were plastered against her forehead.
"We haven't danced yet, Blondie," she smirked and grabbed his wrist. "Come on, show me you haven't forgotten your moves yet!"
Sky blue eyes rolled, but he left his glass behind and let himself be dragged away by Anko, back into the wriggling mass of bodies. He might as well dance a bit longer before he called it a day. Besides, with Anko plastered to his side, no one else would even think of cutting in.
The encounter with Toneri had already left his mind completely.

He nearly lost his footing when the light headedness snuck up on him and he immediately stopped dancing, blinking dazedly.
"Deidara, you okay?" Anko asked breathlessly, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. She steadied him with a hand on his elbow.
He smiled weakly. "Yes, just a bit light headed, un. I think I need to rest for a bit," he admitted with a grimace.
"You need me to stay with you?" she asked concerned, pushing back some strands of her hair.
He shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. You can stay here, un," he reassured her and stumbled off the dancefloor, ignoring how her worried look seemed to burn straight through him.
His vision was blurring and he blinked rapidly, shaking his head lightly to clear it. Maybe he should have eaten a bit more; the alcohol was having a funny effect on him.
The blurriness was becoming worse with every step he took and something akin to panic was faintly stirring in him. He had never felt like this before and he wondered whether he should have accepted Anko's offer after all. What was wrong with him?
The edges of his vision were darkening when he slid down on the floor against the wall, feeling the loud music thumping around him, through him, and burning every vein beneath his skin.
"Fuck," he groaned and pressed his forehead against his raised knees. Some girls passed by him, giggling and groping each other while they stumbled around the corner into the dim hallway.
Deidara wrinkled his nose when the faint sense of arousal reached his nostrils; fuck, he had forgotten that this particular club also offered rooms for patrons who wanted a quick fuck. He must have been closer to this particular part of the club that he thought when he left the dancefloor.
When he wanted to stand up so that he could rest elsewhere, he was alarmed when his limbs refused to cooperate; they felt heavy, as if they were filled with lead. Darkness was lingering around the edges of his vision and panic soared.
What was happening to him?! Why couldn't he move or get up? Why was his body refusing to cooperate?
Someone knelt down in front of him and pale fingers slipped underneath his chin, raising his head.
His heart thudded heavily when his vision was filled with unnatural, bright blue eyes.
"You don't look so good, Deidara-kun," Toneri murmured and tutted in disapproval. "So pale … Come, I'll take care of you." He offered his hand but didn't wait for a response as he reached for the dazed man.
"D-do, don't touch m'," Deidara slurred and weakly pushed against Toneri. He didn't want to go with this guy at all; not in the state he was in now. He wanted Toneri to get the hell away from him.
He was like a vulnerable bird in front of a bloodthirsty cat and terror seized him when Toneri simply smirked and slipped his arms around his shoulders and underneath Deidara's knees, carrying him bridal style into the hallway. His body felt heavy and his mind felt like it was full of cotton wool. The music was nothing more than a throbbing in his hollow bones.
He was carrying him to one of the rooms. Where he would be alone with Deidara.
The blond Omega desperately tried to struggle out of the Alpha's hold, but his weak attempts were met with the broadening of the smirk on that bastard's face and a tightening of his arms.
"Le' me go!" Deidara snapped, but his voice came out faint and he was starting to feel woozy; his surroundings dancing around him. His body felt like liquid, as though he could just pour himself out of the Alpha's arms. "Get your hands off m', son 'f bitch!"
"Such a potty mouth." Toneri clucked his tongue and nodded to someone just out of Deidara's sight. "Open the door, please."
Blue eyes caught sight of a flash of green hair before he was carried into the room where the walls were painted a dark blue and the door shut behind them. The resounding 'thud' quaked inside Deidara, the sound replacing the rhythmic throb of his heart.
"Now, let's start over again, shall we?" Toneri said brightly and dropped Deidara onto the large, soft bed.
Any other time and Deidara would have revelled in lying on the bed – it really was worthy of a highly prestigious club and he didn't dare to think about the price – but now he was filled with terror so big it left him paralysed as he realised in what kind of predicament he had landed now.
Toneri clearly didn't take kindly to being rejected – and he wasn't about to take no for an answer.
"Wha' did you do?" Deidara stuttered and tried to crawl away when the white haired man sat down on the bed. Tears of frustration filled his eyes when his body completely refused to move and a whimper of fear was torn out of his mouth when he realised belatedly why he was feeling so dazed.
He had been drugged.
His skin crawled with revulsion when Toneri cupped his cheek; his thumb stroking away the couple of tears that had managed to escape. "Oh darling, don't cry. I merely gave you something that will make you more … receptive to my advances," he drawled and bent closer; his eyes trailed from Deidara's face to his chest, down to his crotch. "I must admit that I have never seen such a beautiful Omega before. It makes me wonder why nobody has snatched you up yet. But their loss, I guess." His grin rivalled that of a shark. He pressed a kiss on Deidara's cheek and the blond flinched away, closing his eyes, wanting nothing more than to get away from this revolting excuse of a human being.
His cry of surprise mixed with some pain rebounded through the room when a strong hand grabbed his face roughly and squeezed. His eyes widened with fright when he met Toneri's enraged face.
"You don't get to look away or move away from me, you little bitch!" he spat and Deidara whimpered when his hold tightened even more, bruising his cheeks, ignoring the blond's futile attempts of scratching his hand. "I wanted to play nice with you, really, I did, but you're leaving me with no choice. You're going to be mine, one way or the other; I don't care."
His words had barely left his mouth before he suddenly ripped Deidara's shirt in two; leering at the tanned skin that was bared underneath him, as the blond laid frozen on the bed, shock taking over. He wanted to tremble but he felt like a ghost, powerless and disembodied from his physical form.
This couldn't be happening to him. This just couldn't be true. Any moment now he would wake up from this nightmare in his own bed. He had to. There was no way …
"Look at you, so pretty," Toneri cooed and licked his lips. His eyes honed in on Deidara's trousers and he grinned lecherously. "How about we get you out of those tight clothes, hm?"
"No, please, don't!" Deidara pleaded, but the Alpha paid no heed to him and tugged down his zipper, popping open the button. "Ge' off me!" The blond tried to kick Toneri between his legs and screamed when Toneri nearly twisted his ankle.
"Last time I warn you, Omega," Toneri stated coldly and glared at him; his grip on Deidara's ankle unforgiving. "Try another stunt like that and I'll make sure that pretty face of yours gets some nice additions," he hissed and out of his pocket he plucked out a switchblade, pressing the cool, sharp metal side against Deidara's cheek; the tip of it pressing right underneath his left eye.
Deidara froze and barely dared to breathe; his heart thudding insanely fast in his chest.
Toneri nodded satisfied, pocketing the knife again. "Was that so difficult?" he asked rhetorically and then undid his own zipper. "Let's have some fun, hm?"
Never before in his life had he been so afraid, so weak. He couldn't believe he was about to get raped. He wanted to kick, scream, punch, do anything to get that disgusting piece of shit away from him, but instead he was frozen, dazed, not really believing this was actually happening to him.
This kind of thing just didn't happen to him, couldn't happen to him. He had taken self-defence classes for years to make certain that he would always be able to defend himself; he had excelled in those classes, several times even defeating Alpha stronger than him.
This kind of thing happened to other people, not him. He always came out on top of everyone who tried to pick a fight with him.
There was no way he would get …
"Please, don't." Shame flooded him when tears started streaming down his cheeks, as his mind finally comprehended the situation he was in. Utter and unrivalled terror captured him and his body quaked underneath pale fingers as bile rose up. "Please, don't do this. Please."
Toneri ran his hand over Deidara's trembling stomach, sliding up his hand to tweak a rose coloured nipple. "Begging really becomes you," he whispered and then his hand left Deidara's chest, intent on sliding down into his trousers. "I want to hear you beg me again."
Right when Toneri pressed their lips together and slipped his hand inside Deidara's trousers, the door slammed open with a loud 'BANG' and a roar of fury made the glass in the window rattle.
Uchiha loomed in the door opening, his face contorted into a mask of fury; his eyes shone an unnaturally blood red.
Before Toneri could even utter one sound, Uchiha appeared next to the bed and hauled the white haired man off it, slamming him against the wall with a snarl. He grabbed Toneri by his throat and squeezed down until the man started choking, coughing and sputtering as he tried to push the enraged Alpha off him.
Deidara stared at the two men dazed, not quite comprehending what was happening now. Was he dreaming now? That couldn't be Uchiha, right?
"Itachi-kun, please cease suffocating the man." A man with red hair and light purple eyes stepped into the room, surveying the scene with a critical look. He was dressed in a black suit and his blood red tie formed a sharp contrast with his white shirt.
"He needs to die," Uchiha snarled; his blood red eyes honed onto his victim.
"Naturally," the red haired man replied dryly and approached Uchiha, placing a hand on his shoulder. "However, while suffocating him will take a while, it doesn't make him suffer for long, don't you agree?"
The temperature in the room seemed to plummet instantly. Dazed as he was, shock settling in more and more, Deidara tried his best to stay focused, unwillingly mesmerized by the powerful aura practically blasting off Uchiha.
"There are better ways to punish him," the purple eyed man continued calmly as if he was merely discussing a business transaction and not the potential murder of another person. "I'll have Hidan bring him to the usual place. You take care of your Omega first. We'll meet up tomorrow again; what do you say?"
"He's mine to deal with," Uchiha growled, but removed his hand, letting Toneri unceremoniously fall onto the floor. "If Hidan wants to play, he'll have to wait."
The red haired man raised an eyebrow and seemed oddly amused. "I'll let him know," he retorted silkily and then gestured towards Deidara. "Now, calm down and take your Omega with you."
Uchiha snorted harshly, but nodded sharply and approached the bed again. He shocked Deidara by removing his coat and wrapping it around the blond, bundling him up.
Swirling, dark red eyes gazed at him remorsefully as Uchiha murmured, "My apologies, but I'm going to pick you up now. You're safe now, I promise."
He shouldn't trust him. Uchiha was an Alpha like Toneri and the latter had once again proven how despicable Alpha could be towards other people. And Uchiha hadn't given up sending him gifts even after Deidara made it clear he had to stop.
By all accounts, he should be refusing to be around Uchiha now.
And yet, when Uchiha slowly brought his arms around him, halting every time Deidara flinched until he could pick him up, the blond didn't feel threatened by the dark haired man. He could still feel the fury practically blasting off the Alpha when they passed an unconscious Toneri, but instead of cowering or panicking, he slipped his arms around Uchiha's neck and burrowed his face into Uchiha's neck.
As Uchiha's scent surrounded him and sank into his skin, Deidara became sleepy. He was utterly exhausted and though several thoughts popped up in his mind – What was he going to tell Anko and Samui? What was going to happen to the other Alpha? How had Uchiha found him? – for the first time since the evening had turned into a nightmare, he felt safe, comforted.
With one last deep inhale of that oddly calming scent – it figured that he would still think the bastard smelt great even when Deidara was in shock – his eyelids fell shut and darkness swept over him.

Waking up presented him with a nice gift in the form of a pounding headache and he bit his lip, rubbing his temples with trembling fingers. Upon opening his eyes, a shock went through his body as he realised that the room he was in did not resemble his own in any way.
Slowly he rose up and looked warily around. He was lying in a large four poster bed, covered by dark red sheets which felt as soft as silk against his hands. Long, dark blue drapes covered the window from view; the floor appeared to be made out of some dark wood and two black nightstands adorned the sides of the bed. A broad closet took up the majority of the wall across from the bed; the door on his left stood ajar and he stilled when he heard a familiar voice talking.
"… be fine?" Uchiha asked and something odd resounded through his voice.
After a moment Deidara realised with a start that he was hearing concern in the older man's voice. So he was in Uchiha's house then. That knowledge made him a bit restless.
"Yes, he will be. Fortunately for him the dose was small, so it should be flushed out of his system by tomorrow at the latest," a woman replied brusquely. "If he does show lingering effects, you'll have to contact me at once, but as it now looks he'll be fine. Physically at least," she added finely.
Deidara winced and closed his eyes as his mind all too readily provided him with the memory of what had happened to him. It had been a close call and if Uchiha hadn't been there … He shuddered and swallowed; his fingers clenching the soft fabric tightly.
He turned his attention to the conversation outside the room again; he wasn't ready yet to really think about what had happened.
"Thank you for your time, Tsunade-sama," Uchiha spoke respectfully.
Tsunade, the one doctor who could find a cure for everything and who was highly respected in her field and outside of it, was here? How the hell had Uchiha managed to get her here? She had a waiting list of nearly three years!
"Don't mention it," Tsunade answered curtly and huffed. "What are you going to do to that Alpha?"
"He'll be dealt with accordingly," Uchiha said coolly and the blond shivered.
He wasn't certain whether he wanted to know how Uchiha would deal with Toneri; he thought he could vaguely recall a red haired man saying something about making him suffer, but surely that had just been a joke? A quite misplaced and ill one, but a joke nonetheless. Right?
"Yeah, I know all too well what you mean with that," she snorted harshly. "I don't want to have to deal with him, Itachi. I have no patience for people like that." Her tone was so icy Deidara swore he could feel the temperature actually lowering in the hallway.
"You won't have to attend to him at all, I can assure you," Uchiha murmured calmly.
"I don't want to know what you're planning; just keep your brother out of this, for fuck's sake," she snapped irritated. "He doesn't need to turn out like you."
"And how's that exactly?" Uchiha sounded annoyed.
"You know exactly what I mean, Itachi." Her voice softened a tad when she continued, "I know you can handle that, but Sasuke isn't like you and there is absolutely no need to drag him into this. Especially because this is a private concern between you, that Alpha and the Omega you helped."
"His name is Deidara," Uchiha replied and sounded oddly petulant, making the blond blink bemused.
This time Tsunade snorted in amusement. "Of course. Well, I have to leave now. An old friend of mine insisted on meeting up." She sighed in annoyance. Sharp heels walked past the door, further into the house. A couple of minutes later Deidara thought he heard the front door close.
Deidara was still trying to come to terms with what he had heard just now when someone knocked on the door, causing him to yelp in surprise.
Uchiha appeared in the door opening and regarded him with calm, black eyes. "I apologise; I didn't mean to startle you," he said smoothly and approached the bed. He halted at the foot end and curled a hand around one of the columns. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," Deidara stated bluntly and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Where am I, un?"
"My house," Uchiha replied and something that vaguely resembled discomfort crossed his aristocratic face. "It's closer to the club than yours is and Tsunade-sama was pressed for time. She just left."
"I know, un," Deidara murmured and sighed, looking down at the sheets as he fiddled with his fingers. "Thank you for helping me," he brought out stiffly.
"No need to thank me; I wish I had found you sooner, though," Uchiha said and his fingers flexed around the column; his eyes briefly flashing red.
Vaguely the blond wondered how the Alpha managed to change the colour of his eyes; he had never heard of someone being able to do that before.
A silence fell between them like a heavy blanket. Deidara felt vulnerable underneath the heavy gaze of the dark haired man, but unlike with Toneri, this feeling of vulnerability wasn't a bad one and it honestly confused him. He shouldn't feel so at ease around Uchiha; especially after what had happened tonight and especially when the Alpha had shown no sign of listening to Deidara when he told them to cut out with the presents.
Unbidden the question whether Uchiha had taken him whilst he was unconscious rose up in his mind and made the panic briefly flare up again. Just as quickly, though, he calmed down again when he shifted a bit and didn't feel any sort of soreness.
His panic must have been written over his face, for Uchiha stated, "You have nothing to worry about it; I didn't touch you save for putting you in the bed." His cheeks appeared to flush lightly.
"I … that wasn't … I know you didn't, un," Deidara stammered, thrown off balance. It was eerie how well Uchiha had read his face, but then again this was the same man who tailored all his presents to Deidara's interests, so the blond supposed he shouldn't be this surprised.
Uchiha cleared his throat and dropped his hand, straightening his back more – a feat the Omega thought had been impossible. "Tsunade-sama examined you and concluded that the drugs are nearly out of your system by now. You ingested a small dose, so there shouldn't be any lasting damage. If you still feel unwell tomorrow, she'll visit you for another check-up."
"Thank you, un," Deidara muttered and let out a measured breath as he asked, "Why were you there in the club?"
Too late the blond realised that even though Uchiha hadn't touched him now, that didn't mean his intentions were entirely honourable. It had been too much of a coincidence for the man to appear in a club on the same night Deidara was present. Fear squeezed his heart as he wondered whether the man had been stalking him all this time. Maybe he had just landed himself in bigger trouble by stupidly allowing the man to carry him to his own house.
Shit, why hadn't he thought of this sooner? Why hadn't he insisted that the man brought him to his friends? As in shock as he had been, he was sure he could have at least put enough ruckus for other people to notice if Uchiha had refused to let him go.
Uchiha raised his hands and shook his head. "Whatever you're thinking about, you're wrong. I was there for a business transaction with the owner of the club; I didn't even know you were there until I noticed you in one of the security cameras. I admit that I wanted to talk to you, but nothing more, I swear."
Uchiha didn't sound like he was lying, so the blond figured he was safe for now. His instincts had never failed him before. "How did you find me?" As far as Deidara knew, there had been no cameras in the hallway leading to the rooms.
This time Uchiha looked away and appeared to be quite embarrassed. "I asked your friend where you had gone off to and once she pointed me into the right direction, I followed your scent." He coughed and ran a hand through his half long hair.
"You, you know my scent, un?" Deidara inquired shocked and stared wide eyed at the Alpha. Out of all the possible explanations he had expected, that particular one hadn't even come up in his mind.
"It … left an impression on me since I first saw you," Uchiha admitted begrudgingly and then continued in a slightly rough tone while Deidara unwillingly blushed, "You can rest here and in the morning I'll drive you back home. I already called your friends to let them know where you are."
"Did – did you tell them what happened?" The Omega wasn't certain whether he wanted his friends to know what had happened to him. It wasn't that he didn't trust them – well, Samui more than Anko – but he didn't want them to treat him differently from now on. He just wanted to continue his life like he had done before.
"No, I didn't. That's up to you," Uchiha murmured and nodded to him. "If you need anything, just give a shout and I'll be here. You can sleep here for the rest of the night." He turned around and made his way to the door.
"Wait!"
Uchiha halted abruptly and swivelled around, staring at him in surprise. Deidara was shocked by his own outburst as well; it had slipped out of his mouth before he could think twice about it.
Floundering around, uncertain now that he had Uchiha's full attention again, he blurted out the first thing that came into his mind, "You said you wanted to talk to me. In the club. Why?"
Yes, that was quite smooth, he berated himself silently and rubbed a hand over his face.
Uchiha hesitated visibly before he answered resolutely, "Doesn't matter anymore. Get some rest."
Deidara shot up, sitting on his knees as he leant forwards on his hands. "You said that if I needed anything, I just needed to shout, un," he reminded the Alpha with a sharp smile. "So tell me: what did you want to talk to me about?"
Uchiha shot him an irritated look, but the blond wasn't about to back down. Curiosity had got the better of him and there was no way he was letting this go until he had a decent answer.
"I was going to ask whether you would give me one chance at a date, so that we could get to know each other," the Alpha replied through gritted teeth. "You seem to have the wrong idea of me and I want to remedy that. I want to show that my feelings for you are sincere."
"You seem to know an awful lot about me already, if I have to go by with what you bought for me, un," Deidara retorted sharply and narrowed his eyes slightly, putting the comment about Uchiha's feelings for him aside – for now.
Uchiha shrugged and smirked lightly. "I merely did my research; you deserve only the best." Then his features softened and he murmured, "Get some sleep, Deidara-san."
"What? Not going to ask me out on a date?" His mouth felt uncomfortably dry and he licked his lips, acutely aware of the sudden change in the atmosphere in the room.
The room was filled with a certain tension and felt heavy; not oppressive in a bad way, but it made Deidara's senses prickle in response. He had never experienced this sort of tension before and was a bit ashamed to admit that he actually quite liked it.
He knew he shouldn't push Uchiha further. The man was remarkably controlled, given the situation, and being so close to the Alpha, actually talking to him, forced the blond Omega to rethink his initial view of the dark haired man.
If Uchiha was an Alpha like the ones Deidara had had the displeasure of being involved with, he wouldn't have called a doctor to examine the blond; instead he would have been more likely to take advantage of Deidara's helpless state and take from him what he wanted. He wouldn't have talked to Deidara like an equal; the previous Alpha in Deidara's life had taken pleasure in talking down on him, belittling him – until he kicked their arses and dumped them.
Uchiha was the prime example of a powerful, confident Alpha and yet, despite Deidara rebuffing him at every opportunity, he had never forced himself on the blond. Yes, he had continued to send gifts, in spite of Deidara's clear displeasure, but they still had been thoughtful; a sign that he was actually paying attention to Deidara. He hadn't gone further than that. He had respectfully kept his distance and hadn't started pestering him for attention, like his first partner had done.
That was a refreshing feeling, the blond had to admit. He had never been seriously wooed before; at least not with thoughtful presents.
Uchiha raised an eyebrow and studied him intently, causing Deidara to squirm slightly. "It would hardly be appropriate, given what occurred tonight," he answered silkily and a grimace fleetingly crossed his face. "I am not the type to force my presence on people, Deidara-san. You have made it quite clear on several occasions what you thought of my gifts and I'm ashamed to admit that it took me until tonight to realise how out of line I behaved. For that I apologise sincerely. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable and I will …"
"You're not Toneri, un," Deidara interrupted him abruptly and his fingers tightened into the blanket. Uchiha's apology had completely thrown him off balance, but while gathering his thoughts took a while, he knew one thing for certain: Uchiha was nothing like Toneri. For one thing, Toneri hadn't cared at all that he had been behaving out of line. The blond doubted whether Toneri had actually realised that he had been about to commit a serious crime; in his eyes Deidara probably had deserved it for daring to reject him. He shook his head sharply, dismissing thoughts about Toneri for now.
"I know; I would never hurt you like he did," Uchiha said sharply and his eyes darkened. "Nevertheless, I went too far by consistently sending you gifts despite your clear refusal of them. I hope you can accept my apologies."
And then he bowed.
Uchiha actually bowed to him.
An Alpha was bowing to an Omega.
That was something Deidara had never expected to happen, even with how modern society had become compared to one century ago.
A switch seemed to flick in his mind. In front of him there was an Alpha who was courting him seriously; who had feelings for him; who had been clear in his own way that he wanted Deidara and yet he respected the blond enough to back off. To apologise for continuing to send gifts to him.
Someone who apparently had no qualms about hurting anyone who tried to hurt Deidara.
The Omega had always scoffed at how other Omega simpered about how strong their Alpha was and how readily their mates were to defend their Omega partners. Had considered it to be nothing but macho behaviour of Alpha who wanted to compensate for something.
He really should have been put off by how readily Uchiha had started suffocating Toneri. Should even be wary of a man who could watch someone die without even blinking.
Yet, something in him glowed at the knowledge that Uchiha had been more than willing to protect him, even when he had nothing to win by doing it.
It made him feel warm. Desired. Protected.
"I accept your apologies, un," Deidara murmured and laid back down in the bed. Butterflies raced through his stomach as he continued, eyes firmly fixated on the ceiling of the bed, "I'll have you know that after all those great gifts, I'm expecting an amazing first date, un."
"What?" Uchiha sounded mystified. "I … I didn't help you, because I expect something. I helped you because I wanted to, nothing more. You don't need to feel obligated to accept a date with me …"
He cut himself off when he met Deidara's harsh glare.
"If you did your research well, you should know that I would never feel obligated to do something, un," the blond sneered and huffed. "So I expect an amazing date from you, Uchiha-san. Something that will sweep me off my feet. Do you think you can do that?" He arched his eyebrow haughtily, but flushed when Uchiha graced him with a soft smile.
It was the first time he saw Uchiha smiling, Deidara realised dazed. It made him glow and he looked even more handsome than before – which shouldn't have been possible, really.
"For you I'll do anything." Black eyes glowed as if they were lit with fire. "Good night, Deidara-san." The door closed behind him, darkening the room at once.
Deidara blinked in the darkness and raked a hand through his ponytail in wonder. So, he would be going on a date with Uchiha Itachi soon. Who was courting him for real. Who was an Alpha, but not like the others Deidara had known.
He supposed there were worse ways to end an evening like this.
He shuffled around in the large bed until he laid down on his left side, slightly curled up and closed his eyes, inhaling Uchiha – Itachi's – scent with every breath he took.
Despite what had almost happened tonight, his sleep was undisturbed, safely cocooned as he was in the bed.
He had never felt so safe before.

AN2: I had a lot of trouble forming the last scene *frowns* I hope I didn't screw it up *winces*
Please let me know what you think about it in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
See you all in the next chapter!
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Melissa
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