Neither Of Us Can See

Series: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2, 358
Warnings: Sexual Content, Anal, Violence, Near rape
Paring: Deidara x Itachi
Summary: All he ever wanted to be was accepted in his eyes, so badly that he would do anything to get that.
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Neither Of Us Can See

He never thought he could have him like this. Pinned down tightly against the floorboards creaking under the weight shifting forward, a hitched leg over his own lingering hips closer to each other as he leant forward embedding a flat palm against the ground right beside his head to keep his light mass afloat. Most would have killed to be granted this position with someone as illustrious as him, grounded in complete submission under their will. Unfortunately he wasn’t the first to have him like this no matter how much he wished he had, others in their small group had taken a liking to those beautiful chiseled but yet feminine looks that took his breath away whenever he saw him walk by, the same as it had been when he first laid eyes on him. But other’s eyes were hungrier which he couldn’t compete with, always pushed aside going to the beacon call of the powers higher, not seeing him surface until the next morning still clad in the same clothes as he had been when he had entered. He was the favorite that they all lusted after but his interest in him wasn’t purely sexual, he had another tie to him that surpassed the urge of desire.

A lengthy arm outstretched tangling in the long wisps of hair flowing over the ground, leftovers from his loosely wrapped ribbon, drawing him up closer towards his face not in a tender hold but at stiff wretch breaking the follicles keeping him taut. “Why aren’t you fighting back!? Why do you all think I’m worthless!?” His voice teetered on breaking swallowing back hot tears of irritation towards his attitude, towards them all. None of them would actively praise him for his work that he had done, no one wanted to admit that he had been superior over all of them where they had failed surpassing all tests thrown at him but still shunned. For what reason he didn’t know. He wasn’t the one who went out and sort them out to join the notorious underground menace that threatened to bring everything to an end, they came to him, they tricked him and forever from that moment he was nothing in their eyes. To him, his art was the only thing he wanted to prove worthy of their attention how magnificent it was except his own self proclaimed master wouldn’t even admit to that fact and he discreetly mocked it. Words did not have to say it; his minimal expression said it all. But that was then and this is now, the danna he used to bicker with had now become one of the everlasting masterpieces of the world with not even so much as a shed tear for his loss, he was never his goal to convince. It was him and only him, no longer about the art, now just wanting to be accepted for who he was.

Not even an exhaled grunt from the deadpan male when his hair was pulled up higher, moist muscle forcing between those pursued thin lips crushing him in an un-responded bruising kiss, splitting deep pink tissue open with a harsh bite spilling copper into his mouth. It sickened him to know that he was going to just lie there and take it without a fight back as obedient as a lap dog no matter who it was. How far would be let him take it? Was one kiss all that he was going to allow or if he was to completely dominate over him would he then show a backbone and fight back? Unable to help himself he had to know, dragging the Uchiha up to his feet leading him around like a mutt by his hair towards the bed with a hard shove connecting the hilt of his palm into his chest knocking him flat on his back onto the mattress. Why did it have to go this far? A simple conversation once again without thanks for his actions pushed his fragile criminally insane mind to snap with only the thoughts of making him surrender to him.

Clothes stripped off without reprisal leaving only a crape bandage wrapped around the tone abdomen splaying his body out across the bed, a lost hair tie in the battle feathered his long locks outwards stretching his arms around the outside of his head unmoving from the position he forced him back down into in no way needing to restrain him at all. Granted the reason they were there was due to an injury Itachi had sustained that left him weak from blood loss only hours prior but still he just wasn’t doing anything to stop him. The removal of his own pants couldn’t even bring a wide eyed scared look on his face still stoic, unchanged except for the jutting of his lower lip swelling under the bite dripping liquid down his chin.

Straddling his chest high up upon his knees he took his length into his hand, forced fingers jerking into structured bone reefing his jaw down gaping open barking for him to suck on his flaccid member, smirking widely at his unwilling choice pushing himself deep into the heated cavern of his mouth hunching over pressing his palms into the wall. A twitch sent a shiver through his lower regions from suction applied around sensitive flesh rolling wetness of the tip of his tongue circling around his substantial head with the first response he had from him yet. For someone so head strong succumbing to the orders he was giving inflated his ego to higher levels, bringing him down to the level of a common whore rather than the man that the leader had his hopes set upon. If only he could see him now lapping at the secreting juices from his hardening cock, dipping his tongue into the slit slurping back the astringent taste while he drove himself into his orifice.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you, un” the blonde mused at the soft groans coming from below. Natural urges were hard to fight even if you weren’t driven to excitement so easily, stimulation could bring the most frigid into a hardened state imploring for more. “Do you want it Itachi?” he asked hissing his name as if it sickened him to say it. He didn’t want to hear his name being spoken; he only wanted to hear his own muttered from those sweet lips moaning it out under the lust of passion where words that were spoken were true, unable to control any reserve when you were gripping the bedding white knuckled tight.

Shifting slides backwards removed him from his mouth whimpering quietly at the lost warmth having to remind his body that he would soon have it returned to him, scratching pallid tracks along the ridges of the muscular chest breaking skin on the way down beading small droplets blistering torn flesh paying no attention to the pressure against the deep wound at his side when he rolled back, sneering at masked pain he was hiding. Affliction. That seemed to be the only way to get him to retort. A solid push of his legs spread the man apart exposing the fruitful claim that he would be taking, sampling the bitter nectar that ran red down his thigh from teeth callously cutting through soft skin flowing profusely into his awaiting mouth, suckling like a lamb to a teat pulsating warmth down his throat fueling his erection from the strident moans. Again he bit down tearing soft tissue deeper again exposing raw skin weeping into a pool underneath staining sheets lastly bringing cries of agony blissfully singing the harmonious tune ringing in his ears. He wanted to hurt him in ways he could have never imagined for the toll it had taken on him over the years, all those deeply locked away desires escalating taking it to the physical level, that one step too far never wanting torment like this except he was too frenzied to stop.

Piercing nails spread him apart divulging the tightened bud, the fragrance of fear finally wafting in the air oozing from his pores driving excitement to a whole new level, pressing thick meat against sensitive nerves easing past the rejecting barrier slowing the drag of foreskin back until he broke the boundary groaning at the tightness engulfing him. A startled gasp settled to a throaty purr plunging into the depths of his tense behind, burrowing himself within his confines driving his hips in quick strokes finally achieving what he never thought it could. Relentlessly he pounded into him delving into inexperienced ecstasy that could only come from the raven haired male writhing underneath relishing radiating heat, strangled whimpers, dripping wetness slicking his hard meat that didn’t come in the form of lubrication like a women would, tearing the unprepared opening from violent jostles.

Still it wasn’t enough.

“Say my name like you mean it, un” he commanded thickly, only a brief second to allow him to comply that was rejected once again. “Say it!!”

Slender bones of thin fingers compressed against spongy flesh, pressure applied into the hollowed area crushing down against the lump in his palm wringing his neck, feeling the crackle of cartilage underneath. Deidara was mortified that he wasn’t doing or saying anything to beg for his life to be spared, just like a good subordinate he laid still looking up at him with a sideways glance ready for death at his hands. He wasn’t meant to hurt him but the silence gnawed away at the reminders of his psyche needing him to tell him that he was more than the rest of them, he was something that they could never be, just once being called by his name instead of indirect speech not rolling off his tongue with distaste. Harder he gripped struggling gasps for air tinting blue compared to his pale tone, those crimson orbs sunken deep into his sockets fluttering eyelids locking away the vacant stare as his consciousness struggled to keep awake losing the battle with each thrust, faster oncoming slamming into his Adam’s Apple.

Was he still living? He couldn’t see the natural rise and fall of his chest stealing away the life from his body while he continued to thrust into him, slapping sweat soaked thighs against his widened legs taken to the brink of sexual release by taking the life of the man he just wanted to have by his side. Shit! Don’t die, I need you was all he could tell himself but he couldn’t loosen his grip, locked into place imprinting heavy bruising of his digits into his skin. A strangled cry with the first movement in minutes, eyes in focus against as if he was drawing in his last breath before expiration arching his back high off the bed clenching tightness around him quivering hardness spurting thick streams of white across his abdomen pooling his seed against tainted skin taking him to his sexual high and maybe his last.

Legs spasmed curling toes into the heavy sheets feeling the rumbling deep inside his larynx, constricting muscles tightening around almost strangling his buried cock, forcing exhilaration to a new level unstopping even after he had gone limp relentlessly pounding wanting the same. “Please Itachi, I need to hear you say it” he pleaded vociferously groaning his words, arching his back gasping for air wanting him to heed before the end. Only it was too late crying endlessly surging waves of orgasm blurring his mind in bliss screaming his name to the high heavens of the one he needed, flowing thick semen into his hot cavern collapsing without restraint against his body heaving against his torso.

Again he couldn’t get what he had set to achieve once again, just to hear him speak to him like a human instead of trash; not even taking him by force could quell the sickening feeling in his stomach for sinking so low. Forever he was going to be known as the useless one that had no talent. Instead all he could do was listen to the pounding in his head of the rapid heart beating in his chest confusing heartbeats, glancing up slowly with glazed eyes whispering in forgiveness for what he had done. “Itachi… I’m…” A sharp pain twisted in his gut, shaking fingers around the unmoving body underneath prying them off with all his strength unbelieving at the welts covering the delicate skin. Suddenly sobering out of the lustful daze, Deidara’s ear pressed into the unmoving chest listening deeply for a reverberation from inside the cavity trying to differentiate his own from the Uchiha’s with all the concentration he could muster. Oh god please don’t be dead, I never mean to do this to you. I need you so much more than you could ever know.

“…Deidara”

His name. It sounded magical to his ears spoken so tenderly but yet so faintly glancing up at blinking eyes awakening from his short dream, spoken as if by a lover coming out of a good nights sleep to be welcomed the first thing in the morning. Instantly relief washed over him from the responsive man but still he couldn’t mask the uncertainty of what had just happened. “Why did you just let me do that? Why couldn’t you just tell me to stop?” His voice once again filled with distress for someone he believed to be so strong to just give up without a fight.

Slowly his heavy hand raised towards his face struggling to get the distance, caught by the warmth of the blonde’s as he pressed his hand cupping his cheek weakly. “Because I didn’t want you to” he replied sluggishly blinking spreading the smallest tug across his lips as he gazed up at him. “I never said you were worthless. I need you”

It was the first time that he hadn’t despised those eyes, shimmering ruby vanishing back to darkness of midnight disappearing from sight exhausted from it all fading into an unnatural sleep taking the glimmer of a smile along with it. Ever since that day he saw that masterpiece standing in the doorway bringing him gasping in shock at what he could accomplish, denying that he was scared not because he had overcome him but because they pierced straight into his soul. From that day he wanted him in more ways than he could have imagined, looking into a lie when the truth was there the entire time so he could blame someone for his defeat. Shifting away from him dejected for what he had done, Deidara drew to his feet dressing himself before scooping the fragile sleeping body up off the bed wrapping him with the sheet, cradling him in his arms taking him away from the mess he had caused to seek medical attention for him.

After all this time, he had been the one that was in the wrong. He had never come out and asked him, only assumed. Had he ever really given Itachi the chance to explain himself? No, he didn’t to. If he hadn’t been so blinded by pride he might have seen the truth behind it all. He was the same, he was just like him.