Akatsuki Hometime

 

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″Kisame get off me! ″ Itachi pushed hard against the larger man’s shoulders, but he wouldn’t remove himself from the raven’s neck. In a fair fight, Itachi would have no problem demolishing Kisame, chakra powerhouse or not. But this lumbering drunk was a hell of a lot heavier when Itachi barely had the energy to be awake, and when the larger man could barely control his own motor functions.

Sharp teeth once again dug into his sensitive skin. His throat was stinging and slick with saliva. Itachi groaned and tried to pull away from the unwanted advances.

“You're so loud Itachi-san.″ He bared his teeth and threw a hard punch to the side of Kisame’s head. The blue man stumbled sideways from Itachi, leaving the Uchiha free to try to make it for the door. But as he jumped onto the bed to reach the other side, Kisame tackled him from behind and pinned his hands awkwardly above his head.

"I love it when you fight back.” The larger man’s body was radiating heat. Face down on the bed, Itachi didn’t have much chance for fighting back anymore.

“Kisame I’m not messing around. Get the fuck off.” His composure was nearly gone, he wasn’t afraid of the larger man but he refused to become his bitch. Kisame chuckled and ran his free hand up Itachi’s naked back, still holding his arms down with the other.

"You can't say you're not enjoying this." The free hand made its way to his hip, passed the top of Itachi’s pants and starting playing with his flaccid cock. The Uchiha bit his lip and tried to pull his hands away from being restrained, resisting the urge to give in to the attention. He willed his body to stop reacting, just as Kisame grabbed a rough hold of his dick and began stroking, rubbing the head slowly and agonizingly. This eliciting nothing but a whimper from Itachi, Kisame growled and pulled himself onto his knees above Itachi, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"C'mon love, you know you want this." Itachi snorted, his options were limited. Allow Kisame to make a fool out of him, or miraculously fight him off.

“This had better be quick, Kisame.” He muttered back, relaxing the tension in his arms. The man above him snickered and ran his rough tongue up the side of Itachi’s neck. The hand that had made itself busy with Itachi’s dick began pulling down his loose sweat pants. The Uchiha rested his chin awkwardly on the bed and grimaced when Kisame bit back down on his shoulder, causing him to tense up.

"Ah, Itachi, I love these times when we’re alone..." Kisame released him and began loosening the belt on his pants, clumsily undressing in front of him. Itachi’s eyes went wide as he thought again frantically. There had to be something he had enough energy to do…

Itachi mentally slapped himself and subtlety made a few quick hand-signs, replacing himself with a low-chakra clone. With his signals he left one command in the clone’s thoughts. Obey.

The shark’s brain processing power wasn’t at 100% capacity while sober, but drunk he was easily convincible even by his own standards. Itachi snuck a hateful glance around the corner from the open bathroom in their room, watching Kisame crawl back on top of his clone and beginning to kiss him.  

Itachi turned away from the scene and turned on the hot water in the shower – relying on the clone’s capacity to listen to keep Kisame occupied.

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 Deidara couldn’t believe that he had stood outside their bedroom listening to that happen; he also hadn’t imagined that Itachi would get it on with Kisame. He hadn’t been able to hear what they were saying, but he was sure he didn’t want to know.

It wasn’t like he could dictate who Itachi did or didn’t sleep with. He certainly hadn’t been able to help it that he himself had occasionally thought about the Uchiha romantically after he’d initiated him into the Akatsuki. It had started as blind anger at losing the fight to such an arrogant fuck. But under that there was just something about the older man that really made Deidara’s knees weak, that had deterred him from trying to hurt Itachi in that fight.

But now that Deidara had the pleasure of hearing what they did together, he didn’t feel like going to sleep anymore. The pop bottle in his hand sat empty, so back to the kitchen he went. The lack of an empty trashcan or free surface left either the floor or atop the already festering piles of stinking garbage. He tried to place it gently on top of one of the bags, but watched horrified as it rolled off the bag and crashed into pieces.

He didn’t move, waiting for the slaughter that was likely about to come after him. With eyes clenched shut, Deidara slid around the corner back into the hallway but shuffled the opposite direction from his room and into the living room. In the windowless stone room there were no discernible shapes, so from memory Deidara attempted to slump onto the couch, but instead ran into the stone table and fell into the dusty cushions.

“If no one woke up to Kisame and Itachi fucking each other’s brains out, no one will notice me slowly dying here un.” He brushed his bangs out of his face, although it didn’t change the fact that he still couldn’t see in the dark. Twisting around on the couch, he tried to right himself and find a comfortable position. He closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax into the rough cushions…

"What was that?" The almost-asleep blonde shivered at the sound of the other's voice. Either he was about to die, or be tortured slowly, or worse…

“Like I give a shit un, come and fight me if your sleep was that fucking important to you.” Deidara was instantly poised to fight. The figure, that was only slightly darker than the dimly gray hallway, moved from the entranceway to the end of the couch, passing the end table that Deidara hadn’t previously noticed.

“I don’t care about how much noise you made, what did you hear regarding Kisame and I?” Deidara blinked rapidly, the adrenaline that had struck him in the prospect of a fight slowly turned to panic. Itachi was in the living room with him, alone, at night. Now his heart was pounding an uncomfortable beat in his chest.

“I-I didn’t hear anything un…”

“That’s not what you just said Deidara.” His voice was calm but sharp; Deidara was frozen standing in front of the couch, the backs of his knees touching the cushions as he backed up slightly.

“Look, I know it’s not any of my business un. I didn’t hear anything I’d repeat.” Itachi didn’t make a sound; he took two steps closer and loomed over Deidara, watching the blonde carefully. The raven’s features were barely discernible to the younger man in the dark, but he was certainly anything but pleased.

Deidara didn’t consider himself a weak man, but he didn’t want to be in the same situation he was before, fighting Itachi without wanting to hurt him – while the other man had a no-holds-bared kind of mentality. Not to mention starting a fight now in the middle of the base was sure to wake everyone.

“There was nothing to hear, Kisame was in there alone. Besides…” Itachi was unbearably close to Deidara, the blonde was straining himself to lean away from the other man. “Why should I care what you think anyways?” His balance was thrown off, and Deidara slumped onto the couch with Itachi leaning over him.

Itachi hadn’t had much trouble ridding himself of the problem with Kisame once his fatigue had ebbed away. However keeping Deidara’s respect and fear of him was a different problem. He enjoyed how Deidara had given in during their first fight, the way he knew the blonde stared after him.

“It doesn’t matter what I think Itachi-sama un.” Deidara stared wide-eyed back up at the raven, not knowing whether he should try to make it back to his room or stay and face imminent torture at the hands of an Uchiha. The older man leaned in closer, his hands resting on the back of the couch on either side of Deidara’s head. Every move was slow, calculated, and intimidating; the slightly terrified look on blonde’s face made Itachi smirk. This was too easy for him.

“So how much did you hear?” The blonde swallowed and clenched his hands,

“You and Kisame un… getting… friendly.”

“Does that bother you?” Another series of thuds echoed down the hall from Kisame and Itachi’s room, whatever Deidara’s response had been it was replaced by a confused glance back towards the hall.

“What the fuck un?” Itachi snickered and pushed away from the couch, sliding onto it beside Deidara instead.

“Kisame’s a drunk and insatiable; you really think I would get with an ignorant fucker like that?” Deidara tried to cover his shock. Here he’d been, jealous and scared, when it hadn’t really meant anything. The Uchiha no longer had a game to play with him, so he’d now lost interest.

“You stupid fucker un!” Deidara jumped onto Itachi with one hand wrapped around his neck, the other planted firmly against the wall. The raven met the bared teeth and piercing eyes with a humour-laced stare.

“So it would have bothered you if I had slept with Kisame?” Deidara blinked rapidly and wished whole heartedly he could let himself beat the smug grin off his face.

“Fuck you un.” He moved to slid off Itachi’s lap, but was met with his wrist clutched in a tight grasp instead. Itachi pulled him face to face once more, his free hand moving to pull Deidara towards him – resting on his lower back.

"What un?"

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