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Deidara was so irked right now! There he was, sitting in a bar with a tipsy Kisame, a grumpy Kakuzu opposite him and a drunk Hidan next to him; all three of them arguing about something Deidara couldn’t quite understand. Not like the conversation actually interested him, anyway, because his annoyed eyes were locked on the bar where Itachi was standing too close to some random woman.
Oh yes!
And Deidara was irritated, angry, furious, pissed and mad, or in one word – jealous. Though if he wanted to spill his wrath on anyone, it probably would have to be Pein or maybe Zetsu. Because the fact that Itachi not so willingly gave some of his precious time to some random female was only due to a simple order. To get a healthy specimen of the fairer sex for Zetsu to experiment with. That’s what had been written on the mysterious letter which drew Deidara’s attention so much. Like the damn plant couldn’t just go down there and catch some woman on his own.
According to Itachi’s explanation, Zetsu needed the hormones in the body to be all in the right place and that was something only Itachi’s Sharingan could do. Though Itachi himself needed the woman to be all relaxed in the first place, as it was easier to put her into an illusion then. At least that’s what Itachi said, Deidara himself had no clue how genjutsu of this sort actually worked.
As far as he knew, Itachi had done this a few times before, not always using his Sharingan and sometimes simply seducing the naive girls, when he found it fitting and easier. Deidara didn’t judge; he would do it too, but that was weeks ago. Now the rather innocent mission only brought him an unpleasant itch in his chest and seeing Itachi’s cold expression he wasn’t alone. The raven probably hating it even more than Deidara himself, which was exactly why it made the situation even worse. Deidara had no-one he could spill his wrath on except Hidan, but the drunk freak was too dangerous to provoke in a bar full of people.
Moreover… Itachi did nothing wrong besides letting the girl stand a little too close. And while Itachi appeared as aloof as ever, she practically swallowed every single cell on his face with her hungry stare.
Yeah, yeah… just keep ogling him. You’re not the one who’ll be kissing that nice mouth off tonight, Deidara mused, an evil smirk flashing on his angelic face.
Of course Itachi was handsome! Deidara knew that very well, and as he had learned today, when the two of them were standing next to each other they magically transformed into a huge magnet of lustful glances. No real surprise, though.
This, however, was not exactly what Deidara had in mind when Itachi suggested that they spend the entire day together roaming around town. Alright, maybe he was overreacting a little, because they actually did spend the whole day together. Having breakfast first, then just walking around, talking, seeing the happy faces of other people, soaking in the merry atmosphere of the one day festival; a celebration of who-knows-what, and holy crap even holding hands for a while – which was Deidara’s favorite part, because that way he could tease Itachi’s palm with his mouth tongue and observe as the always calm features twitched from time to time. But it was a perfect day and Itachi was the perfect company; leaving his duties to the last minute.
So now, long after the sunset, he was stuck here, with the other Akatsuki members, waiting until the woman would be in the right mood to be pulled into a genjutsu and then sent somewhere to the woods around them, where Zetsu will be eagerly expecting her; probably drooling his mouth off.
But how long was Itachi gonging to make him wait? They had been there for almost an hour. This was stupid! Wait. No. It was just ten minutes…
Screw his life. This wasn’t fair. How come the one who couldn’t quite control his temper had to be the one stuck in this situation? Deidara rolled his eyes and glanced down at his half empty cup of sake.
Hidan shifted a little beside him, which made Deidara raise his guard. The priest actually tried to steal some warmth from Deidara’s body a few times already, but he had been stopped by the Blue Stare of Death even before his fingers laid themselves on Deidara’s thigh. Why did it always have to be him who attracted the attention of every pervert in a ten mile radius?
“One wrong move, Hidan, and I'll stuff your mattress with my clay and blow you up in your sleep! Un.” Deidara snarled, not even bothering to look to his side this time.
“Fuck you, blondie! Your boyfriend is fucking busy so why won’t you have some fucking fun as well?” Hidan shot back and once he got his mouth loose there was no stopping it. “Maybe you’re not fucking good enough anymore, don’t you think? Maybe he’s going to fuck that bitch tonight, instead of your little ass.” Hidan swung his head towards Itachi.
Deidara jumped on his spot, the movement only heightening the fact that now he was fully turned towards the annoying priest. “Just keep yapping and I swear Kakuzu will be stitching your dick back every time you even cross my sight! Un.”
It wasn’t Deidara’s words, but a weird ticking between his legs that forced Hidan to look down at his crotch. A white spider was winking at him, waiting for the right moment. “Why you little fuck!” He spat. “Just fucking do it! After Kakuzu will fucking fix it, I’ll make my dick your worst fucking nightmare!”
That’s when Kakuzu decided to speak up in his low baritone. “Shut up, idiot. I wouldn’t even touch a limb you don’t need.”
Kisame erupted in a throaty laugh, Hidan whined something indiscernible towards his partner who ignored him completely and Deidara returned his focus back to the bar. Itachi had probably heard some of that and he was now glancing in Deidara’s direction as well, and to make it even worse, a huge apology shined right from those warm onyx eyes.
“Just few more minutes and he’ll be done. I’ve seen him do it many times.”
It took a while before Deidara realized that Kisame’s words were meant for him. Like what the shark said could bring peace to the jealous man. “Yeah, sure. Whatever… un.” Deidara murmured, more for himself than anyone else, then drank the sake in one shot. It clouded his mind pleasantly for few moments.
And for some unknown reason Kisame found that as a push to continue. “Actually, as far as I can remember, I haven’t seen him lay a finger on anyone for more than half a year. Though if I remember correctly he didn’t do it even before much… only once or twice. Yeah, he had this nice blond…”
“Will you shut up? Un.” Deidara spat, not able to stand the image of Itachi being with just anyone. Was he really this crazy about the raven? Itachi was just a normal person with needs, for god’s sake, an exceptionally handsome one, same as Deidara himself. Neither of them were completely virtuous people and Deidara had some one night stands before as well, maybe a little more than some, his slightly feminine look giving him some advantage when it came to younger girls.
Much like every shinobi, Deidara liked to live life to the fullest. That included wild nights, explosions and a pretty girl from time to time. There was no doubt that the other Akatsuki members filled their needs for some human warmth with very similar activities. Except Hidan who obviously enjoyed slaughter more than the actual intercourse.
Kisame grinned; showing off his pointy teeth. “I’m just saying Itachi always looked for the blond ones.” He explained, partly waiting for Deidara’s reaction and partly returning his attention back to the heated conversation between Hidan and Kakuzu.
Deidara’s blue stare strolled at Itachi once more. More in an analyzing manner than to spy on him this time. As if his lover could feel the curious look, he also looked back and this time gave Deidara a flicker of smile; the smile which was meant only for him and Deidara felt his soul melt, losing his senses to the subtle attention. Just as he was about to smirk back, Itachi’s eyes changed instantly, narrowing themselves dangerously and twitching to the side where Hidan was sitting.
Snap! The cup in Itachi’s hand exploded, the liquid soaking his lean fingers, shards scraping his pale skin. The girl opposite of him jumped in shock and Deidara’s eyes widened. Only then he felt the hot breath filled with alcohol fan over his neck.
“I wouldn’t mind fucking your little ass, if he won’t…” Hidan’s whisper actually made Deidara blush slightly.
With the chair squeaking painfully the blond fired up on his feet. “Nobody will fuck my…” Deidara stopped his roar just in time, suddenly acknowledging the silence around. Damn! Every single eye in the pub was directed on him. Everyone stared. Everyone except Itachi, who had immediately locked his now red eyes with the girl.
It took only few seconds and while Deidara was breathing heavily, glancing around and trying to come up with just anything to say, Itachi finally completed the mission. Then with few long steps marched his way towards the searing blond and while still tightly observed by everybody, Itachi leaned close to Deidara’s ear.
“You can blow up this town afterwards, now let’s return when the base is still unoccupied.” Itachi purred gently, placing a soothing kiss on Deidara’s cheek before straightening.
Silence.
“Yeah, screw it… let’s go. Un.” Deidara nodded at last and guided by the familiar hand on the back of his neck, they left the bar. Not even bothering to spare a glance at all the people.

“Deidara?” Itachi broke the silence after many minutes and stopped his slow pace. They were now on the road back to the hideout, just about to disappear among the trees of the dense forest with the town lying under their feet in a small valley.
At the voice of his lover, the blond stopped as well, waiting for Itachi to finish his sentence.
“Would you mind holding on for a moment? There is something I’d like you to see.”
Deidara turned around, his face set in a deep frown. Only thanks to the big white moon providing them with some blue light Itachi was able to see his features.
The raven sighed. “You can tell me how angry you are in the meantime.” He suggested gently.
“I’m not angry… Un.” Deidara hummed under his breath. It was a lie, but if he really wanted to talk about it, he would.
A single ‘hn’ was what he got back this time. Itachi didn’t have to say more, he was troubled as well. Hidan was getting on his nerves even more than on Deidara’s, which was something the artist would probably never believe, since according to him, Itachi looked as calm as ever. But except the annoying priest, whom Deidara could handle quite well on his own, the raven’s mind was burdened with much heavier concern than a small incident in a bar.
Itachi felt the impact of using too much genjutsu on his eyes, the woman had not been all that ready yet and Itachi actually had to try harder in order to get out of that crowded place. The slight anxiety and weakness in his body troubled him. It was an insignificant amount so far, the medicine he got worked well, but it was enough to remind Itachi once again that while he had promised Deidara to be ‘always by his side’, he lied to his lover mercilessly.
Itachi realized Deidara had the right to know and he really wanted to tell him. Tell him everything, about Sasuke going after him, about his illness. But he was just too much of a coward to face the broken look in Deidara’s eyes and answer all the accusing questions. And among them one very important one…
‘Why did he ever let their relationship go this far, when he already knew that it would never end well?’
Sometimes Itachi hated the fact that everyone automatically expected him to plan every one of his actions further, because he definitely did not, or maybe he simply couldn’t, when it came to his blond miracle at least. He might have intentionally lured Deidara to storm into his room that night many months ago, but he had expected more to evoke an argument than a hot orgasm session. And after that it was too late. Itachi had learned the sweetness of Deidara’s skin, the bliss of his touches and the ecstasy of his moans. And despite trying to suppress his yearning for a while, he eventually became weak and selfish.
Itachi craved to have as much of Deidara as Deidara himself could ever give. He simply desired to steal him, take him away and hide him from everyone only to spend the rest of his life tasting Deidara’s lips all over again. Which was exactly the thing he was not allowed to do.
Itachi had never forgotten his duties, he simply pushed them away; not wanting to deal with them when he could use the opportunity to have Deidara this close and maybe even closer. Apparently Itachi Uchiha was a soft man when it came to love, somehow.
The sound of a firework sliced through the night sky. Immediately catching Deidara’s attention and changing his broody frown into a stunned awe.
“Did you know there was going to be fireworks? Un.” The blond looked at Itachi with a question in his heavenly eyes. The gentle smile he got back was enough of an answer. “You’re such a tease! You know how much I love them… un. Though this one isn’t as beautiful as the genjutsu one, I have to admit that.” Deidara babbled while his wide grin turned up to the sky and he let his eyes curiously wander over the glistering lights.
“I think this one is even more beautiful than any other.” Itachi whispered softly, maybe more for himself than for his lover, but Deidara had heard him and tilted his questioning look back on the raven. Their eyes met as Deidara realized that Itachi was probably staring at him the whole time; and then it clicked. “Oh come on, Itachi… that was such a cheesy line. Un.” He teased him, his nose scrunching up slightly.
“You’re spoiling the moment.” Itachi accused him with a fake frown, but then let his eyes wander away to the firework, not able to look into Deidara’s face after all the dark thoughts which flew through his head. The time to tell him was coming, practically running towards him and it was as inevitable as his own death. And yet Itachi chose to ignore that fact once again and enjoy a scenery like this instead.
Itachi was just about to wrap his arm around Deidara’s waist, when the blond decided to do the same and while pulling himself closer he tenderly embraced the raven. The scene itself couldn’t really get any more cliché. Like either of them actually minded.
His heart sank lower and lower and while Itachi repaid Deidara the loving attention and inhaled the fragrance of Deidara’s hair – now a little stifled by the pub odor – he slowly reconciled himself with the fatal thought. He had to tell him. Right now.
“Deidara…” by softly rolling his lover’s name on his own lips he caught the artist’s attention and Deidara looked up, hidden expectation written all over his features.
I’m sorry, I lied… I’m dying, I betrayed you… now hate me.
He didn’t have enough strength; he was simply powerless. So he settled with at least one thing he always wished to voice aloud. “I love you.” Itachi breathed out softly.
His chin fell down, mouth parting in a shocked awe. Deidara felt his knees grow weak and head spin. Did he just hear right? Oh shit! Was Itachi expecting him to say it back? No! It’s too soon!
“I’m sorry if I scared you, Deidara. But I need you to remember this moment. In case something goes wrong or maybe if you would grow to doubt anything about us… I need you to remember that no matter what… I love you.” Itachi cupped Deidara’s cheeks, looking straight in those stunning blue eyes.
Seeing the insecurity and confusion in Deidara’s face, Itachi decided to resolve the situation in the best way he could come up with. He drowned Deidara in a tender kiss, silencing his lips and secretly telling him that he did not demand anything in return.
But it seemed Deidara didn’t quite understand that. “What do you expect me to do with that? Un.” He ranted after parting the kiss.
“Hn.” Itachi hesitated for a while. “Nothing? Anything? What would you like to?”
“Yeah, that’s the thing… I don’t really know. I meant, it’s not like I can… un,” say it back. Deidara let his thoughts wander away and releasing his lover he put some more distance between them. He immediately felt guilty, but it couldn’t be helped. Those words scared him, more than he could ever admit.
“I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable, Deidara. I simply wanted you to know how I feel. I do not expect anything in return, but we are shinobi and sooner or later we are going to be given missions again. Dangerous missions and though I hate to admit it, something always might go wrong.” Itachi explained himself softly. “I wouldn’t be able to find peace if was to die without telling you this.” He added. It was all true, but there was much more behind his words than Deidara could ever understand.
The blond’s eyes widened. “Don’t say stuff like that! Un!” He exclaimed, shocked and hurt that Itachi decided to bring a topic like this in a moment that could have been so beautiful.
“Someone has to say it.” Itachi breathed out brokenly.
Stepping even further away, Deidara waved his hands in front of him in a gesture of refusal. “No! Just no! We’re Akatsuki, isn’t that supposed to count for something? Aren’t we supposed to be like the strongest of the strong or whatever? Un.”
“Yes.” Itachi agreed. “But we are also a group of wanted criminals. The new generation of shinobi is growing stronger every day and it won’t take long until the entire shinobi world will be chasing us down.”
Deidara’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Measuring the calmness in Itachi’s face. “Fuck! You’re so irritating when you’re right. Un.” The blond hissed after a while of contemplating.
“Hn.” Itachi simply nodded. Maybe now they finally could get back when the firework had already ended.
Though Deidara seemed to have a whole other plan as his temper exploded in another wave of ranting. “But still, this is the other thing which bugs me. We’re… well what we are… the Akatsuki, the dreadful rogue ninjas. We should be ravaging villages and blowing up towns, but the only thing I can focus on lately is whether to finally have some real sex with my boyfriend… damn, that sounds even more stupid when I actually say it aloud! Un.” Too late cutting himself he angrily bit on his lip.
Black eyebrows rose slightly. “Boyfriend?”
“Really, is this what you chose to point out? Unbelievable. Un.” Deidara snorted a tiny blush invading his endearing face.
Itachi’s lips tugged up into a gentle smile. “Hah… if I was to focus on other things I doubt I’d be able to hold myself.” He said softly, just the way only he could. “But you are not the only one who is currently more interested in our relationship than anything else.” Admitting truthfully he averted his eyes, longingly measuring the road back to the hideout, suddenly unable to put his mind from anything else but the image of finally being one with Deidara.
“Yeah… Hidan is poking his nose into everything… jerk.” The blond spit venomously.
Itachi chuckled deeply. “I meant me, you little fool.”
Deidara’s gaze seared. “Don’t call me that or I swear I’ll let your…” he eyed him spying, trying to come up with a body part which won’t be deadly but threatening. “Some part of your body explode. Un.” And failed.
“You wouldn’t.” Itachi hummed with the typical gentle smile which was always meant only for those who he treasured dearly.
“Gah, sure I would…” Deidara retorted immediately, then gave up. “Actually no. I wouldn’t.” He sighed, annoyance shining from his sparkling eyes. “Damn it… how come you’re still so calm?! Why aren’t you angry at least once?! How come I’m still the one who’s yelling?!” And there he was, losing his temper once again.
Itachi resisted the urge to shrug. “Someone has to do it, I guess. I don’t mind you yelling.” He stated smoothly.
“Well you better not, because I really like to yell, alright? Un.” Deidara growled, then shut up for a while before continuing. “You’re making me say really weird stuff and feel really strange…” He muttered after going over their conversation.
“Which is a bad thing, I assume.” Itachi guessed, standing straight in the spot Deidara had left him while the blond was making hesitant steps away and then back again.
“I don’t really know. Sometimes, maybe. Sometimes not so much… it depends…. Un.” Deidara let his voice disappear then breathed in for a silent question. “Were you jealous tonight in the bar?”
Itachi couldn’t help but smirk, somehow teasingly, but mostly tenderly. From Deidara’s stance he knew the blond would probably like to return to the warm embrace, but from the way his body twitched he had some troubles doing it when it was him who stepped back. “I crushed a cup in my hand, do you really have to ask?” Itachi placed the answer and made those few steps which parted them.
Deidara relaxed immediately and snuggled closer to the offered chest. “I was too… I didn’t like it. It made me feel weak.” He confessed shyly. “You make me weak…” The insecure tone in his voice was something Itachi didn’t hear very often, almost never.
“Hn. I see.” Though Deidara’s words actually hurt in some way. “I’m sorry.” That apology was barely above audible, but there was no need for screaming when they stood this close.
Which was something Deidara apparently refused to understand. “Oh come on! Just get angry already!” He yelled with face buried in Itachi’s chest, the cloth luckily muffling his voice enough.
“I was angry.” Itachi stated easily.
“Yeah? When?” Deidara raised his head towards Itachi’s face, but the only answer he got this time was a slightly scratched palm drifting up into his field of vision. “Sure, sure… in the bar. I know.” The blond ranted.
“I was also angry when Hidan first displayed interest in you and I was angry when he attacked you in the hideout. If he had hurt you, I would have to kill him.” Only the image made Itachi’s voice cold and murderous.
“Hidan’s indestructible.” Deidara glanced him suspiciously.
“Good, at least I’d be able to do it several times.” Itachi smirked and with a kiss on the forehead he firmly embraced the smaller man glued to his front.
They stood in absolute silence, before Deidara decided that the conversation was not over yet. “You would protect me. Un.”
Itachi placed his lips on Deidara’s temple before whispering. “Of course.”
“I don’t like to count on anyone… I don’t like to be protected. I can take care of myself…. Un.” It was pointless to try and escape the pleasant shivering in his abdomen. Deidara knew that Itachi was changing him somehow and though on one hand he hated it, on the other he couldn’t imagine his life to be any better.
“I’m not doubting your strength. I believe in you and your abilities. Sometimes, though… it’s not that bad to put your trust into someone else’s hands.”
Deidara seemed to roll the words in his head few times. Remembering those long days spent together. He knew there probably wouldn’t be an opportunity for them to be in peace once Pein’s plans will be put fully in motion. Both of them had their tasks to do and only thanks to Deidara’s injuries they have been given some free time.
Pein had already asked if Deidara was able to function properly. He was. They lied. Pein knew. Then he gave them two weeks of free time. Saying Deidara needs to be at full strength by that time and Itachi is obliged to see that to happen. To be honest neither of them had an idea what led their leader to be so generous, but they chose to ignore that fact and enjoy the time, practically rubbing and blowing their brains out.
Not tonight though. “Itachi? Can I trust you?” Deidara whispered after a long seconds of musing.
“With your life,” was the immediate answer.
“Yeah… I think I can believe that.” Deidara breathed out softly, slowly preparing his brain for something else. He cared for Itachi, that was absolute, but he had no idea how else to show him, when his mouth was physically unable to say any meaningful words. So he chose to show his feelings in another way…
“Now then. Shall we return?” Itachi asked, stepping away just enough to see Deidara’s face.
It was clear that he thought deeply. His brows growing closer. It almost appeared as if Itachi’s question was that difficult to answer. It wasn’t. “Hey Itachi…” Deidara breathed out, feeling a little anxious, but then regaining his confidence he grinned widely. “I think I’m ready now…”
They both knew instantly what he was expressing with those words and by the look in Itachi’s face he understood that those words were the exact thing for which Itachi had waited probably the whole time. Twelve days of sharing a bed, doing all kinds of perverted stuff. All, except one. To be honest Deidara was surprised that Itachi had never even tried to suggest it or try anything; he simply waited. And the waiting obviously paid off.
Firstly, Itachi blinked. Very slowly replaying the received information, as if he wasn’t sure if he had heard right. But then with a flash it was there. The look of a predator.
Tonight, Itachi would have the thing he craved the most – Deidara’s ultimate submission.
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