Crimson and Cream

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The sun was just beginning to set outside the lair of the formidable organization, Akatsuki. Having recently succeeded in the capture of the two-tailed jinchuuriki, the group was taking a much needed rest after performing the intricate sealing technique. Deidara, the explosive artist, was just finishing putting on a new coat of black polish on his delicate nails. Needless to say, they had gotten quite chipped when his arms has been unceremoniously blown off by that washed up old ninja Kakashi Hatake. Lucky for him the group had somewhat of a surgeon in their ranks. Kakuza had been able to successfully reattach his limbs, and they had managed to heal rather nicely. At the moment he and Hidan, the obsessive priest of Jashinism, were gone on another mission to secure more funds for the organization and eliminate that pesky yellow-haired brat of a shinobi. Zetsu, the Venus Flytrap/man thing was currently spying on the Leaf Village Konoha, and the Leader was off brooding somewhere. All the others, including Deidara himself, had the task of guarding the lair now that Sasori was dead. The Leader had been extra cautious as of late due to an increase in the amount of ANBU dispatched from Konoha. Kisame, the shark swordsman, and Tobi the apprentice were currently playing a game of tiles, and by the look of things, Tobi was winning.

Deidara hated board games and would much rather work on his art, that is if he hadn’t already sculpted every damn animal that there was. He grew bored of staring at the walls of his chambers, and soon found himself wandering the halls in search of something interesting. These halls contained all the chambers of all the members, each door elegantly carved to represent the one who dwelt there. Deidara’s own door had a bird flying into the rising sun. There was one member Deidara hadn’t seen of late, and that was Uchiha Itachi, perhaps the most dangerous member of all besides the Leader himself. At least, he was the only member Deidara truly feared. He had managed to massacre his whole clan in a matter of hours, leaving only his little brother alive. The man interested him because of his sheer power and beauty. His body was beautifully sculpted, like an exquisite work of art. His eyes were an eternal crimson, becoming blind over the years from the use of the Kaleidoscope Sharingan.

Without realizing it, Deidara had walked all the way down to Itachi’s chambers, which had a door carved with the symbol of the Uchiha clan and the Sharingan. The door was slightly ajar, and Deidara, not being the most polite of the members of Akatsuki, invited himself in, as he tended to do quite often. Of all the members, Itachi was the only one he could tolerate for long. Perhaps it was because of his almost constant silence and calming aura, or perhaps it was because he was so damn attractive. However, it had taken much persuasion on Deidara’s part in order to convince the man to let him remain in his presence. He could still recall the very first time he had met the mysterious man.

~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~


It had been a quiet, uneventful summer evening. The humidity that still clung to the earth had made Deidara sluggish and unwilling to train any longer. He’d been showing the Leader every last nijutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu he knew to prove himself worthy of Akatsuki. He was an outcast, and outcasts should stick together for protection, and what better protection that a band on S-rank criminals? The Leader had seemed satisfied with his performance and allowed Deidara to return to his chambers. However, the hallways of the lair were somewhat of a labyrinth due to the genjutsu surround the area. It was used to confuse enemies into losing their way forever or running into a death trap, but it was easy enough to navigate through once you knew the secrets. As Deidara made his way, he realized too late that he had made a wrong turn, and somehow ended up in front a pair of very large, ornate doors. There were odd symbols carved into it, and he sincerely hoped this was not a death trap. Figuring that he would never find the way back on his own, Deidara decided to see if anyone was around to help. He lifted one large, brass handle and gently wrapped upon the door. After several moments of silence, he finally lost patience and leaned all of his weight against the door, and heaved with all his might.

Inside was perhaps one of the most magnificent rooms he had ever laid eyes on. The walls were a deep crimson, the color of blood, and the floor was smooth black marble, shiny enough to give off a reflection of the ceiling. In the left corner was a luxurious king size bed with red silk coverings and a canopy with matching red curtains. The whole room was lit only by candlelight, with various sconces on the wall holding multiple candles, creating a dim glow in the vast darkness. The sheer size of the room suggested that whoever dwelt here demanded elegance. Various silk pillows were scattered on the floor, and several expensive looking paintings lined the walls. Perhaps the most regal thing about the room was the large marble tub built into the floor. Upon closer inspection, Deidara glimpsed the back of someone standing in the tub, which was deeper than he thought, since the water came up to meet the ends of the waist length raven hair of the mystery man. The back and shoulder area seemed masculine enough for Deidara to figure out that this was indeed a man, despite the feminine locks. When the figure slowly turned to face him, Deidara froze. He hadn’t considered the fact that intruding upon someone in the middle of bathing in their own room was extremely rude, and that end up with a bloodied nose or a black eye.

However, no matter how wrong or intrusive it was, Deidara could not stop himself from staring. The man was stunningly beautiful, his pale skin contrasting wonderfully with his dark hair and crimson eyes. Crimson eyes….suddenly, Deidara realized just exactly who this man was. This was the legendary Uchiha Itachi, murderer of the entire Uchiha clan, and top S-rank criminal of the Leaf Village. He was the only member of Akatsuki Deidara had not yet had the pleasure of meeting. After several moments of awkward silence, the man spoke. “Who are you?” he asked, not unkindly. Deidara only stared stupidly and stumbled over his words, “I…umm…I’m Deidara, the new recruit. Sorry about the intrusion, I was just looking for someone to help me get through this damn genjutsu so I can get back to my room, unn.” He smiled his most charming smile, hoping to win the man over. Itachi only glared at him, and after a few moments, which seemed like hours, spoke again. “You barge into my chambers while I’m bathing, try to win me over and demand help, and expect me to comply?” he sounded more annoyed than angry. Deidara hmphed and argued “I knocked and you ignored me, so I invited myself in. I would have just left if you had politely told me to do so.” Itachi only sighed and began to ascend the steps out of the marble tub. He was stark naked but not ashamed or even slightly hesitant to show everything to a complete stranger. His chest was a well-toned plain, and his stomach was completely flat. Deidara blushed, trying not to have an explosive nosebleed, but found his eyes venturing lower to the nest of black curls above the softened manhood. His heart began to pound as Itachi got closer and closer, dripping water behind him. However, he could sense the danger in situation and came back to his senses, stepping backwards a ways. Instinctively his hands went to his waist pack of clay, molding it for immediate use. However it was already too late, as he’d made the mistake of gazing into those deadly crimson orbs. A flash of red and black preceded a wave of unbearable pain that wracked Deidara’s entire body, causing him to convulse and collapse onto the floor. Itachi was looming over him like a snake about to strike its prey, and spoke in an ominous voice, “Know your place. You could never hope to challenge me. You cannot beat these eyes.” Deidara only continued to shudder and gasp for air as he felt his lungs constrict. After what seemed like eons of torture, the world regained its color and the pain abruptly stopped. Deidara lay on the ground, exhausted and frightened for his life. Itachi roughly grabbed one of his wrists and violently jerked him to his feet.

Itachi gently lifted the blonde man’s chin, causing him to meet his gaze, which prompted Deidara to shut his eyes tight and clench his teeth. Itachi smirked, “I see you’ve learned your lesson. No fear, I will not use such power again on the likes of you.” Deidara reluctantly opened his eyes, expecting a trick, but only met the crimson gaze of the eldest Uchiha. Without giving much thought to the consequences, Deidara remarked “That was a cheap trick, unn.” He supposed that was the wrong thing to say as he felt his hair being violently yanked backward to expose his slender neck. His shirt was then promptly torn from his body and discarded. He cursed himself for discarding his cloak earlier, because it could have protected him, if just a little bit. “Have you learned nothing?” his warm breath caressed Deidara’s ear as he threatened him. “Perhaps I shall have to teach you your place in a different way.” His tongue flicked over the fleshy lobe, and he began to lick a trail from Deidara’s jaw line to the underside of his chin. It wasn’t all that unpleasant until the Uchiha violently clamped down on Deidara’s neck in vampiric fashion, causing a jolt of pain up and down the side of his neck. Blood trickled past Itachi’s lips, and Deidara cried out in agony as the man lapped at the crimson river like a cat would lap cream. He supposed if he wasn’t worried about dying of blood loss it might have been a little erotic.

When the blood slowly began to stop Itachi lowered his mouth to lick a trail down Deidara’s firm chest, pausing every now and then to leave marks of dominance on the pale flesh. Long black nails raked the tender flesh of his back, leaving gashes that made Deidara hiss and bite his lip until it too ran red with blood. Itachi was very much enjoying this, evident by his unclothed erection that brushed against Deidara’s inner thigh. “Red is a very good color on you” Itachi mused. When his hands reached the waistband of the blonde’s pants he slid two fingers underneath and pulled until the fabric fell to the floor, revealing Deidara’s growing member. He grew red with embarrassment. He was not small, but as he felt those piercing crimson eyes taking in every inch of his body he couldn’t help but flush. Itachi’s hot breath against his manhood wasn’t improving the situation, either. He teased the inner thighs with nips and nibbles, slowly working his way upwards. Suddenly, without any warning at all, his cock was engulfed in an amazing warmth and moistness, and the intense pleasure caused him to cry out. He couldn’t believe that the esteemed Uchiha was here sucking his cock without so much as a second thought. His legs were shaking uncontrollably as Itachi swirled his tongue around the head and sucked ferociously. Just as sudden as it had begun, Itachi let the hardness slid from his mouth. The saliva string that remained between was incredibly hot to Deidara, and he whined at the loss of the heat. The Uchiha stood again and pulled Deidara into a heated kiss. As harsh and cruel as the man was, his lips were soft as silk, and he smelled like heaven. Deidara returned the kiss and felt Itachi flick his tongue across the wounded lip and suck the remaining blood from the tiny indentions left by his teeth. Wanting more contact, the blonde slid his tongue into Itachi’s half-open mouth. When he did not respond Deidara feared his tongue might be bitten off, but it seems he was only shocked and eventually slid his own tongue into the blonde’s warm, wet cavern. Their tongues wrestled for dominance and probed the depth of each other’s mouths until the need for air caused them to cease.

Completely overwhelmed with lust, Itachi shoved Deidara against the wall. The cool marble felt good against his heated flesh as Itachi pinned his wrists above his head. He supposed he ought to have seen that coming, since his hands were his ultimate weapon. However, the Uchiha might just be into this sort of thing and felt no threat at all. Itachi then ripped the elastic band from Deidara’s hair, letting the blonde locks cascade over his bare shoulders. He then turned his attention back to the blonde’s wounded neck, licking, sucking, biting. Itachi’s movements caused their erections to touch, and Deidara moaned at the contact. The Uchiha seemed highly amused and smirked as he ground their erections together roughly, causing a delicious friction between the two. Unable to hold back anymore, Deidara moaned loudly and bucked his hips into the sensation. He was whimpering like a virgin school girl, and it pissed him off that Itachi found this amusing. However, he could no longer deny that he wanted this. He wanted the Uchiha to fuck him senseless, to cause him to cry out with pleasure and pain. However, he would not stoop to begging because he was now a member of the most feared band of shinobi in history, and he refused to show weakness.

He really wished Itachi would ease up on the pressure that held his wrists because the circulation was beginning to slow, causing an uncomfortable tingling sensation in his hands. Running was entirely out of the question, and he wasn’t really sure that he even wanted to escape at this point. The pleasure was so intense, and Deidara was almost at his peak, when Itachi stopped the movements. The blonde made an irritated noise as Itachi pulled away, but the Uchiha didn’t seem to notice. Deidara thanked the gods when Itachi loosened his grip, freeing his hands and causing the blood to course back into them. Just as soon as his relief began, he found himself being once again shoved against the wall, this time face first. His neglected erection brushed against the wall, and the friction tortured him. If he didn’t cum soon, he was sure to burst. Thinking on how to fix his problem, he suddenly came up with an idea. Why not just allow the Uchiha to violate him? It wouldn’t be so bad. He was very attractive and almost gentle at times. Deciding that giving in seemed to be the best option, Deidara slowly spread apart his legs seductively, allowing a full view of his ass. “Itachi-san, I need you inside me,” he purred, hurry up and quit teasing me, unn.” Itachi only smirked and said, “Don’t think it will be that easy. If you really want it, beg for it,” he slowly slid his hand down the curve of Deidara’s spine, resting on his ass and teasing his entrance with a finger, “beg for me to fuck you and perhaps and I’ll satisfy your desire.” He used his other hand to slowly pump the blonde’s cock, but the touch was annoyingly soft and not good enough for the blonde to orgasm. The Uchiha loved using dirty tricks, and as he leaned forward to lick Deidara’s outer ear while pumping him, the blonde thought he would die. In a husky, lust filled voice his plea finally reached Itachi’s ears. “Uhn, Itachi-sama, please put your cock inside me and fuck me hard and fast, unn.” Apparently the Uchiha was also growing impatient and decided to give in. “Very well, but first I should prepare you, if you don’t want to scream in agony. That is, I will do so only if you beg for it. Otherwise we shall add more blood to the floor.”

Deidara wanted to punch the prick, but now was definitely not the time. If he wanted release, he had better comply. The Uchiha was ten times more powerful than him, anyway. He spread his legs further and begged, “Spread me out and get me good and wet, unn.” With that being said, Itachi bent down, his black hair tickling the small of Deidara’s back. When he was level with the blonde’s ass, he gently spread open the firm lobes, exposing his entrance. After a few teasing flicks of his tongue, Itachi began to lick around the outside, and every now and then he would swirl his tongue deep inside the tight hole. Deidara shuddered with pleasure, loving the warm wetness of Itachi’s tongue plunging inside of him. He was panting heavily by the time the Uchiha slipped a finger inside, slightly stretching out the virgin orfice. After a few moments he slowly added another digit and began to make a scissoring motion, stretching the muscles just enough to allow something even bigger.

Deidara longed to be filled, for Itachi to go deeper, and once again blurted out “Please Itachi-sama, put your cock inside me, I want it, I need it, please.” Itachi only thrust his fingers deeper and deeper until he hit a spot that made Deidara’s whole body seem to fill with a liquid fire of pleasure, burning into his very soul. He groaned at the loss of contact when Itachi withdrew his fingers, but he also anticipated what was to come. As Itachi positioned himself to thrust inside, Deidara, overcome by carnal desire, thrust backward causing his ass to engulf the head of the Uchiha’s manhood. Itachi grunted, the only sound he made that indicated his pleasure, and roughly dug his nails into each side of Deidara’s hips, thrusting all the way inside the tightness. The blonde winced at the pain, trying not to cry out at the terrible sensation of having his ass ripped apart. He drew in a sharp breath, and hoped that the pain would not linger.

The truth was this was Deidara’s first time being taken by another man. This was because he had always played seme with the other boys he’d been with. They had all been around his age, beautiful and feminine men from a brothel in his home village. The females there had always tried to persuade him to spend his money on their goods, but women were always far too noisy and boring for the blonde. He preferred the smooth, hard bodies of the boys compared to the supple curves and soft breasts of women. But now he knew why the boys had always requested that he prepare them first before entering them.
The pain soon ebbed as Itachi began to set a steady pace, slow at first, almost gentle. The sensation of being filled was strange but exciting, and soon he began to love the feeling. Deidara felt somewhat slutty for being taken from behind like an animal but it felt so wonderful that he did not care. He used his arms to support himself against the wall so that his face would not collide with the hard surface from the force. As he was repeatedly pounded waves of pleasure began to fill him. When Itachi once again brushed his sensitive spot, he cried out, “Uhn…harder…” The Uchiha seemed to comply and picked up the pace, pulling out until only the head of his cock remained then quickly buried himself once again into the warmth. Itachi groaned low in his throat with each thrust, digging his nails in even further into the soft flesh of the blonde’s hips until they too were dripping with blood.

Over and over again Deidara’s body coursed with pleasure, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. He felt he would burst if he did not cum soon, and lowered one hand to his cock, intent on bringing himself to release. Before he could get very far, however, Itachi seized his wrist and squeezed it tightly, causing the blonde to wince in pain. “You won’t cum until I let you. If you want it so much, then beg for it, slut.” Deidara was far beyond the point of caring about his pride and immediately complied, “Please, Itachi-sama, make me cum, unn.” Itachi only smirked and reached around to grasp Deidara’s cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. The pleasure was blinding and soon the blond lost all control, and began to cry loudly while thrusting into the touch, “Yesss…fuck me harder…cum inside me, unn.” With one last thrust against his sweet spot and the firm pumping of his cock, Deidara came hard, moaning louder than he ever had before while spilling his seed into Itachi’s hand and onto the wall, his head spinning with divine pleasure. The constricting muscles of the blonde’s ass clenched Itachi’s member and, with a few more thrusts, he also came, digging his nails into Deidara’s hips and shooting warm, sticky seed deep inside him.

After several moments of sweating, panting, and dizziness the two separated and Deidara slumped to the floor, exhausted. Although he felt as if every ounce of energy in his body was spent, he felt as if he were in a dream. It felt wonderful despite the sticky mixture of seed and blood that covered him. Itachi was surprisingly still there, lying beside the blonde. He looked absolutely gorgeous with strands of his raven hair clinging to his sweat soaked brow. Deidara was so distracted by the sight he barely noticed the virgin blood dripping down his inner thigh, pooling on the floor. Itachi noticed this and slowly lowered his head and began to gently lick away the evidence. “I knew I would break you. You are mine now. Never forget your place.” With that, the Uchiha bathed himself once more, dressed in his cloak and underclothes, and silently departed.

Deidara remained in his cozy spot on the cool tile, pain beginning to wash over him in waves. He wondered what the leader would do if he knew about this…encounter. Perhaps it had all been planned from the beginning as an initiation into Akatsuki. He would be sure to ask Kisame about it later, not caring to keep it a secret.

Finally the blood loss began to catch up to him, and Deidara became dizzy and ill. Too weak to move, he finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep with thoughts of his new obligations to the organization.