Control

Sorry its so late, college life can fail epically sometimes...

Control

A/N: When writing this chapter I was a bit on the edge of how to write it, considering I want last chapter to be the last, cause I really didn’t want to put a 20 plus chapter story out…So, here to all my loyal fans, enjoy your perversion.

Warning: This story may include most, all, or more of these listed items. Sex, bondage, rape, violence, torture, verbal abuse, cuteness, fear, shock, attraction, “relationships,” acceptance, rejection, finding oneself, loosing oneself, hatred, romance, insanity, evilness, blood, idiocy, naivety, experience, experimenting, shyness, kissing, cuddling, chasing, teasing, biting, hugging, drugs, lube, occasional toys, coming to terms with things, relief and happiness.

Chapter Six: You Should Expect The Unexpected

(-one week later-)

Blonde hair bounces rapidly as a young teenage boy dashes toward the inside of the hideout. A puppet sitting low on the ground follows at a much slower pace.

After passing the large stone entrance, the blonde makes a mad dash for the one room he’d been waiting to visit for two whole weeks. His feminine hand comes up and knocks on the door.

-

“Mh…Master…” Itachi grips Kisame’s shoulder’s as his delicate neck is kissed and suckled; strong hands groping his lithe body with a hurried manner.

Over the past week, The brunet has grown accustom to these actions from his Master. Easily he would give in, knowing he too wanted it just as badly as the older man did.

“Tell me what you want little pet.” Kisame breaths against his hot skin, sinking his large blue hand into the boy‘s boxers to grip his growing erection.

“I want you to take me Master! I want you to have all of me!”

A deep chuckle rumbles from the older mans throat.

“Good pet…I’ll-”

Knock, knock

Kisame sighs and lets up, off of Itachi; his excitement diminishing.

“Go answer the door pet…”

Itachi whimpers, coming down from his pleasure high and pulls on his calm exterior. He opens the door and is instantly attacked by a blur of black and blonde.

“ITACHI-KUN!!”

“D-Deidara-san?”

He is released and then greeted with a bright smile, then he is stunned.

“How have you been Ita-kun? Yea.” Deidara’s voice crack had disappeared, and now it is replaced with a deep, sexy, obviously male voice that has caused a light blush to grace Itachi’s cheeks.

“D-Deidara…your voice, it’s-”

“Yea?”

The blonde’s eyes light up in anticipation for Itachi’s response, hoping it would be the trigger for them to start something new. Poor Itachi doesn’t exactly know how to respond to things like this though.

“It’s changed.”

Deidara’s eyes dim with disappointment.

“Oh…yea...it-”

“I like it. It makes you more manly.” Itachi looks away and blushes again; Deidara smiles brightly.

“Thank you Ita-kun! Yea.”

“Y-you’re welcome, Dei-kun. Oh…um, where have you been for the past week? I thought you said the mission was to only be a week, not two.”

“Oh, That! Leader-sama contacted Sasori-no-Danna, midweek and we ended up doing a second mission. I was so mad, ‘cause I promised to spend time with you when I got back. I really missed you, you know. Yea.”

“Really?” The blush on his pale cheeks, darkens.

“Yea!” Deidara’s smile widens.

The two teenagers stand there in a semi-comfortable silence. Itachi standing with a strange feeling in his belly; Deidara having a stress induced panic attack over his "thousand miles per second" thoughts.

Kisame sits on his bed, staring at these two, growing angrier and far more envious by the second. He finally stands, pulling his uniform shirt back onto his tone and muscled body.

“I see that you two have plenty of catching up to do, I’ll be out training.”

Itachi is shocked by the sheer anger radiating off of his partner as he is pushed to the side, along with his blonde friend. Kisame storms out the door and Itachi finally thinks to open his mouth.

“M-Master! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Go spend time with Dei-kun.” Itachi watches the angered man storm down the hallway and out of sight.

“Master? Since when to you refer to Kisame-san as MASTER? Yea.”

Itachi blushes and looks away.

“And…are those hickies on your neck!?”

“…”

“Itachi-san…is there something you want to tell me? Yea…” Itachi looks up at the blonde, studying his eyes and finds confusion, hurt and longing in pools of blue.

“…”

“Itachi…please…”

The brunet frowns and looks down, truly not wanting to hurt the blonde, because of the strange feeling he started having over the thoughts of the blonde and now when they stand here together. There was also the feeling he has around his partner…are they the same thing?

“Dei-kun…you said that you…ah, like me? Correct?”

All of a sudden the hope returns to the blonde’s eyes. Itachi’s nerves make his stomach hurt.

“Yea!? I-I did.”

“Well…I…um…”

“Yea?”

“Do you…”

“Yea?”

“Screw this…”

Itachi grabs the blonde by his cloak collar and gives him a deep kiss, a kiss like the ones Kisame tends to give him on a daily basis. Delicate, but firm hands weave into his dark hair, griping his head as the kiss is returned with vigor; Itachi‘s arms wrap around his neck. When they pull apart, Deidara uses the back of his hand to stroke the brunet’s cheek.

“Come on, Ita-kun…we can go talk elsewhere. Yea.”

Itachi gives him a small smile and nods. Deidara takes his hand and leads him out of the room and down the hall.

(-Evening-)

Deidara pulls Itachi down to the couch in the common room, his back to the blonde's chest as he sits nestled in between his legs.

“Ita-kun…can I ask you something? Yea.”

“Mh?”

Itachi nestles his head under the blondes chin, he truly enjoys this attention, for it is loving and gentle. Deidara smiles and holds him tighter.

“Well…I know you are certainly a tad emotionally disconnected and a bit naïve about male/male relationships, well, regular relationships for the matter. You are also a couple years younger than me but I don’t care and…uh…”

“Get to the point Dei-kun…”

“Would you like to be my boyfriend? Yea?” Mentally the blonde crosses his fingers.

“…boyfriend…” ‘That sounds so weird…and…what about Kisame…?’ Itachi frowns at his thoughts.

“Yea…”

“Like you said…I am young, and I don’t know about relationships too much…so…I don’t know of how much good I’ll be to you.”

Deidara bites his lip.

“That’s the fun of a relationship, you learn how to act in one. I’ll help you Ita-kun…don’t worry. Yea.” Deidara nuzzles against the brunet and lets one of his hands lick his cheek. Itachi giggles quietly and then blushes from his own actions.

“I guess…we can try this…” ‘What will Kisame say?’

Deidara gives a small cheerful sound and hugs the boy tight. The blonde pulls him into a kiss, a sweet, loving kiss. Itachi melts into it and enjoys it fully; he feels cared for.

-

Itachi nervously opens the door to Kisame’s and his bedroom, peering inside to see the male on the floor wrapping his bloody fists with gauze. He walks in quietly and closes the door.

“Master?”

No answer.

“Master?” He calls again. “Are…are you alright?” Itachi pads over to the older male, standing a half a foot away. “What happened to your- guh!” Kisame furiously grabs the young boy and throws him against the wall from his place on the floor. The young boy slides down the wall into a sitting position, blood streaking down the wall as he moves. Itachi groans quietly in pain.

“How dare you!?”

“W-what?” A pale hand reaches back to touch the wound and brings it back to find blood.

“How dare you betray me!? How can you go off with that…that freak!?”

Itachi stares up at him, speechless. Is he…jealous?

“Master…”

“I-I’ve been good to you!” Kisame clenches his fists and stands, pulling his pet up by his neck and slams him against the wall; Itachi’s small hands grab at the much larger ones strangling him. “YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!” Kisame’s fist slams into Itachi’s left cheek, causing him to cry out in pain. He hits him again, pummeling him in his stomach this time, causing the boy to gasp for breath.

“M-Master, please. I-I can’t breath!” His voice is raspy and strained as he attempts to speak.

“Keh, useless.” Kisame throws Itachi against the door he’d just come through minutes ago. “Get out! I don’t want to look at your face! Ungrateful brat!”

Itachi picks himself up, holding his bruised gut as he dashes from the room. He barrels down the hallway, around the corner and slams himself against Sasori’s and Deidara’s bedroom door.

“D-Dei-kun! Let me in Dei-kun!”

There is the sound of a lock being undone and then the wood flies near off it’s hinges; the moon being the only source of light in the room.

“Ita-kun!? W-what’s wrong? Yea” The sight of Itachi’s bruising face frightens the blonde, causing him to drop to his knees in front of the boy. “W-what happened to your face? D-did Kisame-san do this to you? Yea…”

Itachi merely nods and falls into his boyfriend’s chest weakly. Deidara’s arms loop around him tightly, as if intending to protect him from the world.

“C-come on Ita-kun, you can sleep with me. Yea.” Itachi nods into his chest and is lifted from the floor and brought into the other’s room.

“I am trying to SLEEP here Deidara, shut the hell up. I don’t want to hear a sound!”

“Sorry Sasori-no-Danna! But Kisame-san just hurt my boyfriend so back off! Yea.”

Sasori scoffs.

“Boyfriend, you’re such a freak, Deidara. I wonder how long this one will last... Now keep it down!” The red head turns onto his stomach and covers his head with his pillow, promptly falling asleep.

Itachi looks down, feeling embarrassed; Deidara lifts his chin to place a soft kiss on his lips and Itachi smiles at him. Gently the blonde removes both of their cloaks and lifts the smaller boy into his arms, carrying him to his bed and climbs in.

“Just go to sleep Ita-kun, I’ll watch over you.” The brunette turns over and buries his head into the blondes chest. Deidara smiles lightly, wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend. “Sleep well, Ita-kun, yea…”

Short there after, Itachi’s breathing evens out and Deidara slips his sapphire eyes closed to follow him into the dream world.

-TBC-