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Waking up next to Deidara was like breaking a fortune cookie – one never knew what he was going to open his eyes to. One day Itachi found Deidara soundly curled to his side with the most innocent looking face adorning his angelic features, and the other morning he was sprawled all over him with mouth slightly parted and drooling on his chest like a baby. Either way, it was priceless, and he would never change a single minute in all the time they have spent together.
Twelve beautiful days, each one being like a miracle. Full of Deidara's smiles, laughter, touches, kisses and the sweetest moans. Itachi had kept his vow and did everything in his powers to take care of his lover as thoroughly as he possibly could. And Deidara wasn't far behind. With his hands slowly recovering he could repay Itachi's attention only a few days after and who would he be to complain when having not just one but three tongues teasing his most precious parts.
Aside from the oral sex, they cooked together, ate together, took many showers together, talked about silly things or simply shared the room together. Never leaving each other's sides, just as they had promised.
However nothing could last forever and even if neither of them really seemed to be willing to voice their doubts, the fear of what would happen after they would have to go back to being full fledged Akatsuki members was almost touchable. If it was the way they stayed locked in a warm embrace after having a hot moment just a little tighter than yesterday, the process of remaining in a kiss just a little longer than the day before, or waiting every morning for the other one to wake up; their actions spoke for themselves. But going back to be proper shinobi wasn't the only thing which burdened Itachi's mind.
As the time flew, he realized that no matter how much he wished to be with Deidara as long as possible, there was something he could not escape – his little brother. Sasuke was growing stronger every day. Every morning Itachi opened his eyes to the dazzling smile of his lover, Sasuke woke up to a painful burn of hate in his pit.
If he wished for it or not, Sasuke was coming for him, there was no changing that and despite Itachi was rather reconciled with that outcome before, now he wasn't so sure he wanted to departure to the afterlife prematurely and alone. And even if by some magical accident Sasuke never chose to avenge the clan, there was still the other thing. The illness which was slowly but steadily consuming Itachi's body. He thought about telling that to Deidara many times, but he had never found the strength to do that and ruin the exquisite moments of closeness.
"It moved!" A rather excited exclaim made Itachi crack one eye open and peek in the direction of Deidara's voice.
His blond devil was sitting with back supported on the side wall framing his corner bed and legs straightened and crossed over Itachi's crotch, which wasn't as comfortable as it sounded considering the slightly painful morning erection. Yes, even Itachi Uchiha was a man with simple problems.
"Hey Itachi…" Deidara hummed when registering his lover was waking up. "Wanna make out with my hand, un?" He grinned wildly and shoved his palm into to Itachi's field of vision. The mouth inside the palm purred a little and the wet tongue provocatively swirled around, inviting him to taste it. Not like he wasn't actually tempted, but he had the suspicion that Deidara didn't mean the offer seriously. And moreover… he was in need of some more than just a hand.
"Come here." Itachi grabbed the hand and swiftly pulled Deidara's smaller body closer to him, wrapping his lover into a spoon embrace with nose nuzzling the skin on the blond's nape. "What about a good morning, hn? No-one ever taught you good manners?" Itachi whispered and tasted the smooth surface while breathing in the aroma of Deidara's flesh. He loved every bit of him, the coconut fragrance of his hair after the shower or the musky smell of his sweat after an orgasm, but most of all he relished in the sweet scent of his fresh morning skin.
"Yeah, yeah… good morning." Itachi could almost see Deidara roll his eyes. "Now what's for breakfast? Un." He squirmed a little, secretly trying to escape his lover's teasing lips.
Itachi shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me." He murmured while he let his hands stray from Deidara's shoulder to his chest and then down to his hips.
The blond squirmed a little more, feeling his lover's undeniable arousal. "I'm hungry, let's go eat something. Un." He ranted, sounding just slightly annoyed.
Itachi pressed Deidara's nice small ass tighter to his own lap. "I have something I can give you right now." He hummed seductively and as response he got Deidara's silent gasp.
He almost thought that he had already cracked him into some morning fun, but then the devious blond froze and right after that finally escaped the embrace. "Now stop right there Mr. Horny Pants! I've been waiting for you to wake up for an hour and I'm starving. Un." He once again seated himself among the sheets and crossed his arms in a clear stubborn gesture.
"Hn."
Itachi eyed him suspiciously. Lying back and folding his hands under his head, he kept his eyes locked on Deidara's endearing pout. It wasn't the first time they played this little game of who would go and make some food and though Itachi already anticipated that the chosen one would be him, he at least had the courtesy to play along for a while, giving his lover some desired need for dominance. Or maybe he just liked the way Deidara manipulated him, as he saw the wicked man climbing atop of his crotch with legs spread and then leaning down to his ear. The fact that Deidara was naked just like himself didn't escaped his greedy eyes.
A deep whisper reached his senses. "'tachi? Will you make us breakfast?" Like telling him a secret, Deidara let his breath blow around Itachi's ear.
He hummed with approval, enjoying the proximate presence of their bodies. "Maybe… do you have something special in mind?" Oh how he loved Deidara's form of persuasion, another hum resonated in his chest when he felt how Deidara gently rubbed Itachi's still present erection in a promise of very sweet reward for a good meal.
"Well, I wouldn't mind some Bakudan." He tried slyly and straightened, then elegantly slid away from Itachi and began to march around the room looking for some clothes and other basic stuff.
"I see. So you've decided to be picky today." Itachi propped his torso on bent elbows and shamelessly followed Deidara's still naked butt with a hungry glare.
Deidara shrugged. "Not really, I'll have anything… just get up already. Un." He fished out some pants and while hopping on one leg he pulled them up.
Itachi kept on watching him, disappointed sigh escaped his lips when a large amount of Deidara's naked skin disappeared under his typical ninja attire. A vacant mumble slipped on his tongue. "I don't wear pants."
Deidara turned to him with brows high up in his forehead. "What?"
"I can't be… horny pants… when I don't wear any." Itachi smirked, not really planning to leave the bed any time soon.
"Seriously? Un." Deidara began his ranting again. "Unbelievable. I'm literally dying here and you're worried about your pants… here, take this… and this… yeah, and you'll need this…un." The blond fished some shirt, pants, toothbrush and towel and threw it all on Itachi still lying soundly on the bed. "And let's go already! Un!" He raised his voice, becoming rather impatient.
Itachi spied him with a smirk, for split of a second he thought how Deidara's face would look like if he suddenly told the two forbidden words. The 'love you' which silently lingered in every one of his onyx gaze. Would he be happy? Knowing that he affected Itachi in such way. Or scared, thinking that he might expect him to say it back. Had Deidara any idea how happy he made him even by burning him with that annoyed stare while waiting by the door with his own bathroom necessities. He knew Itachi cared for him and he knew he was the only one making him smile and laugh. But did he actually know how deeply the raven's emotions reached? Probably not.
With a sigh Itachi remained mute, keeping his feelings for himself and with the pleased smirk still on his lips he dressed and followed Deidara to the large Akatsuki bathroom. After some tooth brushing, hair brushing and few other morning rituals they split. Deidara going back to his room to leave their towels, tooth brushes and combs behind and Itachi to the kitchen, exploring the content of the always almost empty fridge and pantry.
If they were lucky they may not even bump into any other Akatsuki members and enjoy the food making in privacy, which usually ended up with something else than just cooking. Itachi smirked, recalling the last hot make out session with Deidara plastered against the fridge.
But all those inappropriate thoughts were crushed by Kakuzu marching out of the kitchen while humming something like 'exceptionally stupid' under his breath. Right after that Itachi noticed Hidan's ranting.
"Where the fuck are you going? We just fucking came back, fuck, you can at least let me have some fucking beer!" The priest's scream echoed through the hall.
So many swear words in one sentence, that must have been a new record, Itachi mused. Then while resisting an eye roll he entered the kitchen. Very firmly settled on ignoring Hidan's presence, hoping that the priest might follow Kakuzu's example and leave soon as well.
But that idea was just too beautiful to be real. "Hey Uchiha, fucking glad to see you around." Hidan grinned, sitting on the dining table with one hand propped behind and the other holding a beer bottle, when he added the manly spread legs it composed rather rude posture, if anyone asked Itachi's opinion, but he didn't really plan to pay any attention to the other man. Hidan wasn't someone who could get to him by his impolite ranting easily.
"Heh, have you fucking heard about the festival down in that shit-hole? Those heathen ignorants are celebrating some fucking holiday. Are you planning to pay them a visit? Maybe bring me some drunk bitch up here?"
No response. Not like Hidan actually needed any to continue jabbering.
"We had a fucking agreement, don't you fucking remember, Uchiha?" He snarled. A little annoyed from the lack of reaction from Itachi's side. "Oh right… so you're still screwing around with that little blond dickhead. Tsch… that's not fair, you know! You fucking said you'll drag some bitches up here for me to have fun with! I need them for my rituals! It's of great fucking importance!" He exclaimed.
Hidan actually intended to go on with his mouthing, but Itachi's cold voice stopped him with lips dumbly parted. "If you need a woman for your silly ritual why don't you just go and get yourself some?" It wasn't like he actually wanted to know the answer, but he was concerned about the way he talked about Deidara, knowing that if the explosive blond would hear him it wouldn't end very well. And he was about to join Itachi in the kitchen any second.
"Well fuck you! I've already fucking tried, alright? But bitches are just so fucking annoying! They just keep yapping and yapping and then I lose my temper. You know how easily I lose my temper when I'm annoyed." He snarled, then continued. "And you know what happens when I lose my temper… fuck! It's not like I mind, but the people in that shit-hole usually don't fucking appreciate a small massacre in the middle of their shitty streets; fucking heathens!" The priest would probably went on, but a small white butterfly flickering in front of his face caught his attention. Silently flapping his little wings, flying in chaotic patterns until he landed on Hidan's nose. "What the fuc –"
The rest of his sentence was cut by a loud pop and long sizzle of a tiny blast.
Itachi watched with amused smirk as Deidara stealthily slipped inside the kitchen and holding down laughter he waved the required signs. The clay insect exploded and slightly scorched Hidan's shocked face. The blast wouldn't be dangerous even to an actual human being, just slightly burning off some skin and hopefully…
"Do you think I've got his eyebrows? Un." Deidara giggled and stopped right next to his lover. Not even bothering with maintaining some personal space, like it was even necessary.
Itachi chucked in response. "I sincerely hope so."
They both watched as Hidan helplessly spilled the beer on his frying face. "FUCK! WHY YOU LITTLE DICK… Just wait! I'll fucking teach you…" He roared and with flaming cheeks jumped off the table and fired towards Deidara with fist firmly bailed and prepared on a violent punch.
The blond wasn't slower, but he was never much skilled in taijutsu and it wasn't like he could block the hit with his arms, not without causing himself some very uncomfortable pain. So he did the last thing he could think of in his started state. He promptly hid himself behind the taller figure – behind Itachi.
It happened all in one second, while the raven's eyes slightly widened in surprise when seeing Deidara looking for protection behind him, his hand automatically launched and caught Hidan's wrist without any real effort. Spinning the priest around and twisting the attacking arm behind his back.
"Don't ever do that again." Itachi hissed, warning the panting man in his death grip.
Hidan squirmed uncomfortably, then a shriek was forced though his throat and a disgusting snap resonated in the room. "Fuck you!" He growled angrily as the pain from broken wrist fired though his hand up to his shoulder.
The door opened and a fourth person walked in, scanned the three men with his small black eyes, then deeply frowned in discomfort. "Don't tell me you're having a threesome!" Kisame snarled.
"Have you lost your mind? Un." Deidara was the first to react.
Itachi released Hidan and roughly pushed his limp body few feet away from himself and Deidara.
Though his voice was steady, the tone was overflowing with menace. "We were just settling something with our friend, right Hidan?" The raven pierced the priest with a lethal red stare. Secretly telling him that next time, it might very easily be his neck; and not just once.
With a crack Hidan returned the wrist into the original position and after a mad laugh he grinned wildly, eyeing Deidara with his purple pupils like a hungry wolf. "Make fucking sure you stay close to your fucking guarding dog, or I'll make you my little bitch!" He spit and straightening into a decent position he promptly left the kitchen.
"How dare you!" Deidara rumbled deeply and followed Hidan's leaving figure with his most murderous glare.
"And here I thought he's the one who definitely wouldn't be interested in a man." Kisame mused casually while walking towards the fridge.
Deidara reacted with annoyed snort and rolled his eyes.
Itachi decided to share the gained knowledge about Hidan. "He once told me his religion and beliefs forbids him from having intercourse with women specifically, so I assume he's looking for a loophole. Though I wouldn't say it's a matter of gender for Hidan."
"Yeah, he just sticks it into everything that moves… un." Deidara finished Itachi's thought in his own way.
"Pretty much."
Kisame seemed to be thinking for a while, spying how those two interacted with such an ease. He couldn't remember when he last seen Itachi this relaxed when he had just anybody standing right in his comfort zone. So Deidara must have been really special for him. Interesting. But instead of a teasing comment they both partly anticipated, Kisame just shrugged and opened the white buzzing machine, looking for something that wasn't half eaten or rotten.
"By the way, Itachi, Zetsu gave me this. He said it's for you. Un." Deidara fished a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to his lover.
Itachi took it with a question in his eyes, then opened the white sheet bent in half and began to read. As he proceeded towards the end of the page his face darkened with a deep frown. "It seems I won't avoid going to the village after all." His thoughts trailed off as he sighed and let the paper lie freely on the counter next to him, then without even acknowledging Kisame's presence he gently cupped Deidara's cheek. "Would you like to accompany me?"
Deidara blinked in confusion. "Uhm, sure." He would lie if he said he wasn't interested in the content of the letter, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Still a little baffled by the whole situation with Hidan, Kisame and now Itachi; who completely threw him off his shoes by giving him this tender attention while someone else was in the room. It wasn't like it never happened, but they spent all their time alone, so this was the first time he actually got the chance to touch him in front of any other Akatsuki member.
Itachi sighed and his eyes scanned the room, then landed on the unhappy shark leaning into the fridge. "Hn… judging by Kisame's face, we might as well go right now and have the breakfast there, since I assume there won't be anything eatable in here." He said softly and returned his full attention towards Deidara, expecting consent of some sort.
"That sounds like a plan. Un." Deidara grinned widely and with Itachi's hand protectively placed on the back of his neck he let his lover lead them out of the kitchen and back in to the residential quarters.
Was it normal, to start missing someone right in the moment he disappeared inside his room to get some proper not wrinkled or stained clothing? Deidara frowned, not happy with the slight longing in his belly, the yearning for Itachi's touch despite having nothing else but that in the last days. Though he also had to dress into something clean himself. Not many clothes was needed during those twelve days with his lover and he couldn't tell he would really mind.
He tried to be clothed properly first few days, but after Itachi stripped him three times in one day and then ripped two of his favorite shirts, he gave up. It seemed that the Uchiha didn't stop at anything when the desire for Deidara hit him, not like the artist could complain. Seeing Itachi act impulsively and ferociously was somehow intimidating and exciting at the same time, considering the fact that he – Deidara – was the reason Itachi kept losing his ever calm demeanor once in few days; when the mood for some wild action stroke him.
Deidara remembered the first time his lover unleashed his lust. It started with a flash of evil smirk on Itachi's lips. They were just talking or maybe laughing, he couldn't remember properly, because everything inside him could suddenly focus on the predatory look in his lover's onyx eyes. Deidara then froze in the middle of his sentence and in shock watched as those black depths eyed him hungrily. Second after that his lips were claimed in a possessive kiss and his senses were enveloped by an undeniable desire almost leaking out of every pore on Itachi's porcelain skin. Oh yes, Uchihas were apparently very passionate lovers.
It took only several reckless minutes of separation before Itachi returned into the blond's room, all ready in his Akatsuki robe and waiting for Deidara to finish fixing his hair into the usual half ponytail. The blond felt the onyx stare on his back while he tied the rubber band around his golden strands and he couldn't help but smirk wickedly, knowing that one single move of his hand would delay their departure proximately about half an hour. But he did none of that, his still empty stomach taking the lead in his instincts.

They were already halfway on the road down to the village and Deidara still couldn't get the nagging in his belly out. He was so damn curious about the letter Itachi got, but he was just too stubborn to ask him. Could it be something private? Nah… it was just from Zetsu, wasn't it? Then why Itachi didn't tell him? He always told him everything. He always kept his promises. He was Itachi, after all – someone to whom Deidara gave his trust, though not so willingly after all when he thought about it. It might also be caused by all the weird hormones running in his blood. He wasn't sure, but the feeling of his lover being near him was like a drug. As much as Itachi couldn't hold himself when it came to the blond, Deidara slowly realized that he gradually became addicted as well.
"You're awfully quiet, Deidara, is something the matter?"
A hand has been raised to be softly placed on the familiar spot on the back of Deidara's neck.
"No, not really. Un." Deidara muttered under his breath and let his thoughts trail off once again. And it wasn't a lie, he did feel quite alright. Not angry, not offended, maybe a little concerned, but that would be dealt with as soon as he decided he is in the mood to ask. Which he wasn't just yet. For now he simply wanted to enjoy Itachi's company and the fresh forest air. The raven took the hint and fell quiet, letting the thumb on his hand caress the soft skin on Deidara's nape before his arm retreated and the two men proceeded to walk along towards the village.
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