Control

Control

A/N: Last chappy was awesome!

Note: I know he is only like a year older than Itachi but…Deidara is 15 in this fic!

Note 2: I know Deidara joins AFTER Itachi in the anime but I do not care! It doesn’t work well with my fic.

Speacial thanks to my lovely reviewers qwerty Waru. Feedback makes me happy

Chapter Four: Surprise! Sorta…

A quiet tapping against glass alerts a 15-year-old, longhaired blonde to face his window, a small black bird sits there outside the glass. He stares in confusion as he then approaches it; he leaves his explosive clay on the table and opens the window. The bird flies in and he holds his hand out for it to land, a chakra-sealed box attached to it’s back.

“Oh, a letter from Itachi-kun! Yea!” The blonde pulls it off and the bird flies out the window again; he closes it. Long blonde hair bounces in the air as the teenager pounces onto his bed with the letter. A chakra glowing finger traces the spine of the small box and the jutsu is released. A carefully folded paper is pulled from it.

Deidara-san,

Master(scribble) KISAME and I are currently in trouble after our mission failed. He has sustained nine stab wounds to his back and has been poisoned with drug that has him immobilized. He is unconscious and his symptoms include a cold sweat and the blackness around the wounds is growing darker. I am going to have very much trouble with protecting him, as my broken wrist seems to need to be reset. Please bring whatever medical supplies you see fit. Our location is attached on the back; we are behind a waterfall.

Please hurry and thank you in advance

Uchiha, Itachi

Deidara’s eyes widen at the words on the page; it was sent two days ago.

“Poor Itachi-kun and Kisame-san are in trouble! Yea.” The blonde winces as his voice cracks from high to low, it had been doing that since the day after the pair left on their mission.

“Sasori-Danna!! Tell Leader-sama I must go assist Itachi-kun and Kisame-san! Yea.”

The red-head (that happened to be just across the room) doesn’t even glance up from his place on the floor, where he is repairing a broken section of his puppet.

“Hn.”

The blonde grabs a bag from his desk and straps it to his hip; not before checking to be sure it is full. A few medical supplies and antidotes are stuffed into his own red and black bag. He pulls on his uniform cloak and walks out the bedroom door.

“Good-bye Sasori-Danna! Yea.” He departs, mentally growling at his changing voice.

(-1 day and a half later-)

Itachi’s eyes water, he hadn’t slept in five days so far. Not during their journey to Rain Country and he refused to sleep while his Ma- Partner lay wounded, unable to defend himself. The blue-skinned man lay on his Akatsuki cloak, his own bloodied and ripped cloak draped across his chest to keep him warm.

As Itachi feared, Kisame began to suffer from the poisoning; the purging salve hadn’t been working. He became unable to keep his food down and just refused it all together, needless to say, Itachi had been fighting the demon of guilt for three and a half days.

“Itachi-kun? Yea…” His now greasy, droopy black hair drags across the fishnet and tank top that is his only means of upper body coverage, as he turned toward the sound of the voice. He felt dizzy and tired and hungry and cold; his whole left arm had been in severe pain since it swelled up, the cast being the only means of protection for it. His normally healthy pale skin became a sickly white and his throat hurt terribly.

“Who’s there?” he whispers.

“Itachi-kun! Oh my! Yea…” Itachi didn’t bother to fend off the bleary blonde thing that gathered him into an embrace; it felt so warm, so good. He felt himself leaning into the person, recognizing their scent and identifies it to be Deidara-san.

“Ma-Kisame is worse, his pulse weakened and he can’t eat.” Itachi’s mind felt like mush; during the days of Kisame’s unconsciousness, he had been unwillingly berating his mind with guilt and anger, as he’d been fighting with the decision of his place with Kisame. His exhaustion and pain increased the anxiety and everything began to crash down on the thirteen-year-old boy, as he struggles hard to maintain his cool exterior self.

Deidara looks him over, not liking what he sees, and strokes the boy’s face lovingly. Deep, dark circles under the boy’s eyes and the sickly color of his skin tell him about the severe sleep depravation and mental torture he most likely put himself through. A tiny part of him said that it might have been partially his fault. The poor boy’s skin feels like ice to his warm, tan skin. No doubt that the young boy had grown ill as well.

“Sh-sh, Dei-kun is here, yea. I’ll fix up Kisame-san and then I’ll take good care of you, yea.”

Itachi’s eye lids slip down and almost whines when his source of heat leaves him and he curls to himself, shifting in and out of consciousness.

What seemed to be only a few minutes (actually half a day) later he feels as if he is floating, he opens his eyes and looks up to see a bright blue sky, a few clouds passing by.

“Feeling better, yea?”

Itachi turns his head and finds himself looking up at the blonde teenager he called for help; only vaguely recalling the encounter with him behind the waterfall. He sits up slowly, forcing away his blush when he finds that he was curled in the other boy’s lap. The brunet nods his head at the blonde, his emotionless mask settling into place. Happily, he notes his left wrist had been wrapped in a new cast and it no longer hurts.

“I gave you some medication to make you feel better, yea.” Itachi’s interest peaks at the cracking of his voice and then the white squishy object he is sitting on.

“Is this one of your clay birds Deidara-san?” Itachi looks behind the blonde and at the end of the object; the tail of the flying thing is supporting Kisame and his Samehade. His partner looks much healthier, but still unconscious; a thought that Deidara gave him a sleeping drug crosses his mind. He also wondered when the blonde found the sword.

“Yup, it is! Stick around when we get back and I’ll explode it! Yea.” The blonde smiles brightly at him, as if all their strange problems from the past six months they’d been associated didn’t exist.

“Why the change of attitude towards me?” He asks calmly, he clings to his cool mask when Deidara reaches out to stroke his cheek, but does not pull away. He worries about the mouths on the other’s hand.

“I figure your wake up call from Kisame-san would make you be nicer to me, and look! You are, yea. I’ve always wanted to be your friend, but you had a pole stuck up your ass for like ever! Yea. Now that it’s been removed, I feel I can do this! Yea.” Itachi flinches when the voice-crackling blonde tugs him into a tight hug, shock fills him at the unfamiliar touchy-feely emotion that he never experienced before.

“Oh…” When the blonde does not let go quickly, he grows uneasy and tries to push away but the blonde simply hugs him tighter. “Can you let go?” Blushing, Deidara lets go and rubs the back of his head.

“Sorry Itachi-kun! Yea. You just look so cute and cuddly when you’re all serious like that, yea.” His eye twitches; he is not cute, nor cuddly. He is a cold-blooded murderer that left his baby brother behind to suffer.

“Deidara-san-”

“Dei-kun! Yea.” The blonde interrupts.

“Excuse me?”

“I want you to call me Dei-kun! I’ll call you Ita-kun! Yea!” Itachi stares at the blonde blankly.

“Deidara-san-” he begins again and sighs when the blonde pouts at him. “Dei…kun…I’m not one to touch or be close to other people that way, I’m asking you to respect that.”

“But Ita-kun…I wanna be close to you! Yea.” Itachi stared at the blonde, a sliver of confusion slipping past his mask. Why would anyone, want to be close to him?

“Why?”

“Because…” Deidara fumbles with the end of his cloak nervously. “Because I like you! Yea.” The blonde blushes darkly and looks away.

‘Oh…’

(-HQ; 1-day later-)

Itachi silently walks down the cold hallway toward his room, looking at the ground as he ambles down the passageway. He reported to the Leader and was yelled at for several minutes, then received orders to care for his partner, and then leave on another mission directly after he healed. Their mission had been handed off to Hidan and Kakuzu; his two creepy associates that kept to themselves and rarely stayed at the hide out.

He suddenly finds himself dodging out of the way of a certain puppet master, using a kunai as his defense. The red head simply glares at him; Itachi’s stance tenses more.

“What the hell did you do to my partner?” Sasori asks coldly; he is obviously angered.

“Nothing, why?”

“Well he’s acting like the bloody world ended and is laying in his bed sulking!”

Itachi doesn’t reply, and stares at the man across from him; he really didn’t understand what he might have done.

“Well?”

“ I do not know.” He replies calmly.

“He’s sensitive damn it! Did you humiliate him again? We have a mission today and I can’t have him an emotional wreck!” Sasori growls and narrows his eyes on the shorter ninja. “Fix it!”

Itachi mulls over the idea of going in and talking to the blonde; but he had a hunch that it is because of his reaction (or lack there of) to the blonde’s confession. He stared at Deidara for a while, and then completely ignored him the rest of the trip back; knowing that the blonde had a faintly hurt look on his face.

“I must go care for Kisame-san right now.” With that the Uchiha disappears, Sasori yelling after him.

Upon entrance of the room he shares with Kisame; the faint scent of blood hits his senses.

“Master?” ‘Damn it!’ Itachi’s eyes rest on the blue-skinned man peeling off his bandages; sitting on the bed, in a thin pair of white boxers, failing to conceal the man’s…anatomy. His face turns scarlet and he has to wretch his gaze away, back up to the man’s face. “What are you doing? I just re-bandaged those this morning!”

The blue-skinned man pauses, looking over at the blushing brunet and smirks.

“Come here pet.” He voices firmly. Itachi does not move, he wants to be stubborn towards the older man, and not let him win.

“I said come.” Itachi tentatively steps toward the man and when he is close enough, Kisame grabs his arms, bringing him close to his scarcely clothed body. Instantly he activates his Sharingan; the iris’ spinning; as he glares into the blue-skinned man’s eyes.

“Stop.” Immediately they stop, and in shock he stares at Kisame. When did he obtain so much control over him? “Good pet.” He inwardly squirms when the man begins petting his freshly washed hair and face. What is he doing to him?

A large blue hand yanks open his cloak and slips up under his shirt, caressing his smooth skin; Itachi tries to take a step back, but the stronger male grabs him, preventing his escape.

“What are you-” Kisame glares at him; he closes his mouth. Then he watches his partner move to him; his breath catches in his throat as Kisame’s mouth bites gently onto his neck, sucking his skin. The feeling surprises him with how it felt, giving him a pleasant burning sensation throughout his body.

The hands slide his cloak off of his shoulders and it slithers to the floor; the younger man’s eyes momentarily become unfocused as his neck is pleasantly tormented by the other’s mouth. Itachi could not understand what was happening until one of those large hands began to slide into his pants; causing him to struggle harshly to escape, but his attacker held fast.

“Calm down pet!” Itachi pushes harder against the other male, fearful of his intentions. He could not physically escape due to Kisame’s firm hold on his upper arms, so he brings his hands together to perform a jutsu. But because of his broken wrist, the brunet is too slow to move through the first set of hand signs and Kisame quickly has him pinned on his back, yet again with his hands above his head. The familiar sense of fear creeping into his being.

“I said calm down.” As his Sharingan begins to spin he looks up into Kisame’s eyes and halts his actions. The older man’s eyes do not hold any signs of anger, aggression, or hate; his body relaxes and his red eyes fade into onyx. Kisame’s left hand comes down and cups his face, his thumb gently stroking his lips.

“Relax pet. I’ve noticed that you are being more respectful, and seem to have learned your place here; I merely want to reward you.” Onyx eyes widen as firm lips cover his own, stealing away his first true kiss.

It hit him just then; Kisame wants him in a sexual way! Itachi blushes and yet again squirm to get away, his partner lays his heavy body on top of him, preventing yet another escape. The shark-like man grinds his pelvis into the smaller boy’s, drawing a pleased sound from his lips and his tongue slips inside his virgin mouth, tasting him. Itachi gasps at the new action, enjoying it for the moment.

A quiet knock against their (thankfully locked) door causes Kisame to end his act and look up at the door. The brunet beneath him takes advantage of this and kicks him off, rolling backward into a one-knee attack position. Kisame glares at his pet from where he landed and nods his head to the door. Itachi stands; keeping his gaze on the blue-skinned man and opens the door a crack.

“Yes?” He asks quietly, staring at the top of the blonde haired bomber’s head; behind him is Sasori, in his puppet form, glaring up at him.

“Sasori-Danna and I are about to leave for our mission, and I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for what I said yesterday and I hope we can hang out when we get back next week? Yea…” Though his voice cracked through his whole apology, the brunet couldn’t help but find the blonde’s request for forgiveness to be…sweet. Itachi stares at the blonde teenager and mentally pounds his guilt into the ground; but still, he cannot avoid what he says next.

“I think that would be possible…Dei-kun.” For possibly the fifth time this week, he is drawn into the arms of another, but this time it is a bone-crushing embrace of relief.

“Thank you Ita-kun! Yea. I shall see you upon our return! Yea.” Deidara releases him and winks almost skipping as he and his partner leaves the doorway.

“Oi, brat.” Itachi turns around and finds Kisame standing directly in front of him; his face in perfect alignment of the older man’s toned eight-pack. The brunet’s face heats up again.

“Y-yes Master?” ‘Seriously…how did he get me to keep saying that?’

“I wasn’t finished with you,” Kisame slams the door closed as he leans down toward the petite brunet. A strange sensation courses through Itachi’s veins from the intimacy of the older man; the feeling leaves behind a stirring in his nether regions that he had only experienced a few times in his short life. The foreign desire to submit sexually to this man smolders within his being and he forces it away, believing it to be temporary insanity. But the feelings, this man had been capable of giving him intrigues him overpoweringly and he desired to experience them again.

The scent of fresh blood engulfs his nose and quiets his thoughts; it came from his partner. Even though the man is practically bleeding himself dry, he still has the strength to torment him; impressive, but stupid.

A smirk plays across his face and he pulls on a facade of submission.

“I understand that Master, do you wish to continue now?” He keeps his voice low and gentle, but teasing and tantalizing. Kisame smirks and brings his other hand to come up and gently grasp his pet’s chin.

“Learning quickly I see.” He says cockily. Itachi places a hand over the older man’s blue one and glides it up the bare arm to his shoulder, pulling him closer.

“Yes Master.” Kisame leans in to kiss him but Itachi stops him with his words.

“I’m sure that you are aware that you’re bleeding again?” Kisame’s eye twitches, and he stands back up slowly, glaring at his pet.

“I’m aware.” The blue-skinned man growls in frustration as he walks toward their personal bathroom. “Get the medical supplies.” He orders tightly.

Itachi allows himself a couple seconds to smirk triumphantly.

-TBC-

A/N: Kisame is a pedophile!