Crimson and Cream

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Back in the present, Deidara pulled himself away from his reverie to discover that he now had a raging erection. Since that first time, he and Itachi had made it routine to fuck whenever the chance arose. He’s lost count of just how many times they had made love, but every time Deidara was left in much the same fashion, alone, bleeding, and breathless. He had come to love the sensation of having Itachi inside of him, ravaging him and filling him with the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. He loved the way it felt when Itachi hit his sweet spot, and he loved how only the Uchiha could reduce him to a writhing, moaning puddle. But most of all he loved the feeling of complete and utter bliss during their love making. It made him forget the world for a time, to only focus on the pleasure and pain that was Itachi. He finally felt complete.

He removed his cloak and shoes and made himself at home on Itachi’s silk covered bed. It was quite stuffy in the room, considering it had no windows or vents, and he soon stripped down to his birthday suit. It wasn’t like he would need his clothes anyway. He would occasionally try to surprise Itachi by being totally naked, wet, and waiting for him, however Itachi never seemed to be surprised. He would just call him a slut and fuck him silly, as was his custom. Suddenly the door creaked open, and sure enough there was the Uchiha, devoid of all clothing save for his grey sweatpants. He glanced over at Deidara, looking at him with complete indifference, as if he were part of the upholstery. Obviously he had been expecting the blonde. He slowly made his way to the bedside and watched as Deidara began to put on a show, using his extra mouths to lick up and down his body, teasing his cock and Itachi’s. He purred, “I’ve been waiting for you, danna. I’m horny as hell, unn.” He sat up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Itachi’s neck, pulling him into a heated kiss.

Their tongues wrestled, and soon Itachi was taking charge, pushing Deidara flat on his back upon the bed. Deidara pulled Itachi’s hair band out, releasing the raven mane which cascaded over his delicate shoulders. He was a perfect porcelain doll, pale and beautiful, with eyes that pierced deep within the soul. Deidara felt like the luckiest man in the world to have the opportunity to be so very close to him.

Deidara pushed Itachi off of him until he was the one underneath and straddled his legs, pulling off the grey sweatpants to reveal his impressive length. It was no surprise to Deidara that he wore no underclothes, since they were usually discarded within seconds of their meeting. He smirked and brought one of his mouths down to lick the head when Itachi grabbed his wrist. “No, use your mouth. Those things are fucking creepy.” The blonde giggled and lowered his head level with the cock and took almost all of the length in one fluid motion. He loved pleasing his Uchiha, and had gotten quite skilled at the art of fellatio. Itachi grunted and roughly pulled the blonde locks, forcing Deidara further down onto his erection, engulfing it in the slick heat. He swirled his tongue around the head, causing Itachi to buck up into his mouth. He gently raked the tender flesh with his teeth, this time causing the Uchiha to growl. Deidara finally let the length slide from his mouth and grinned. He crawled over to the side of the bed and retrieved a small jar of scented oil from the nightstand drawer. Itachi always had some kind of lubrication ready in his drawer. This time it was jasmine scented, the same oil he used for his nightly baths.
Deidara twisted the cap off and coated his slender fingers with the cool liquid then ventured down to his entrance and inserted a digit. He slowly began to prepare himself for Itachi, moaning at the sensation. Itachi’s eyes were full of bestial lust as he watched his lover play with himself. The blonde was always very vocal, and this time was no different. When he finally felt that he was ready, he removed his fingers and retrieved the jar. This time he coated Itachi’s cock in the sweet smelling oil, pumping it just enough to tease. When all was well prepared, he positioned himself with his knees on either side of Itachi, his ass rubbing against the hard length. Itachi grabbed the blonde’s hips and dug his nails into the delicate flesh, persuading Deidara to hurry it up. He already had numerous scratches and scars from their previous love making covering him from head to toe, making his flesh crimson and cream.

Deidara grit his teeth as he impaled himself upon his lover, engulfing the entire length in one fluid motion. Itachi dug his nails further into the pale flesh and groaned at the sudden warmth and tightness. Deidara wriggled his butt, causing Itachi to gasp, “Cock tease.” Deidara only laughed, “That’s what you always say, but I never disappoint.” It was true; the blonde certainly was feisty between the sheets. He always left Itachi satisfied. His long blonde locks tickled the Uchiha’s firm chest as he leaned over his lover.

Deidara placed his hands upon the Uchiha’s well toned stomach for support and began to move up and down in a slow riding motion. Itachi stayed still for the moment, letting the blonde do all the hard work. Soon Deidara was grasping the bed sheets for support as he reclined back, moving his hips up and down, letting most of the shaft slide out, leaving only the head and then impaling himself once again. Itachi was becoming wild with passion and as usual demanded control. He pulled Deidara forward, letting him slide his arms behind his back to grasp it with sharp, black nails. The blonde grinned, satisfied that now he was the one leaving marks. The Uchiha roughly gripped blonde’s hips and began thrusting wildly up into the tight heat. Deidara wrapped his long, feminine legs around Itachi’s slender waist and moaned with wild abandon, “It’s so deep, it feels so good, unn. Don’t stop!” Itachi never ceased except to reach around and grasp Deidara’s weeping cock. At least he was considerate about fulfilling his lover’s desires as well as his own.

Deidara could feel his prostate being hit over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure that racked his body. He could feel the pleasure pooling in his groin and he knew tat he was dangerously close to release. “Unh…uhh…so good..” the blonde could hardly form coherent thoughts at this point, feeling the familiar white hot intensity of having his cock being stroked and his sweet spot being stimulated at the same time. It was all to much to bear, and Deidara soon fell over the edge, coming so hard that he nearly saw stars, shooting warm seed onto Itachi’s stomach and chest. After a few more intense thrusts, Itachi also came, coating the blonde’s insides with the white hot liquid.

The two stayed locked together for a time, panting and covered with beads of sweat, reveling in the aftershocks of the intense orgasms. It surprised Deidara that Itachi wasn’t already on his way out the door, and it surprised him even more when the Uchiha pulled him into a passionate kiss, gently running his fingers through the blonde locks. Deidara returned the kiss, filled with happiness and a sense of belonging that he had always been searching for. Perhaps he was no longer completely alone in the world. He thought he spied a figure out of the corner of his eye, but just as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. Deidara only closed his eyes and delved deeper into the kiss. Screw the outside world, right now was all about this moment. When the kiss broke, Deidara removed himself from Itachi’s flaccid member and laid down gently beside him. No words needed to be spoken. Both men laid there for a time, and soon Deidara was snuggled up to Itachi who wrapped his arms around him. Slowly they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Things couldn’t be better.

Outside the intricately decorated doors a small group of odd men stood in a circle, whispering to one another. One had the oddest skin that was a shade of blue resembling a shark, another had silver slicked back hair, and the other an odd mask with only one hole for breathing. The silver haired man laughed, “Welcome to the legendary Akatsuki, kid.” He slapped the back of the masked boy, who was deeply disturbed by what he had just seen and heard, grateful for the mask that hid his reddened face. He was beginning to rethink his decision to join this year.