[Backdated; Complete]

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Who: Uchiha Itachi and Deidara
What: WHAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IN THIS LOG?
When: Hella early Sunday morning, like 3am early
Where: The lake shore just opposite town, and Itachi's apartment
Warnings: THE MOTHER EFFIN CUTE.


This was crazy.

The blond didnt't even know why he was doing this. He really didn't. However, Itachi's cryptic message was barely on the screen of his LP for ten minutes before he found hismelf skipping like a stone across the lake with fast, darting dashes of his feet. He hadn't bothered to put any real clothes on. He was in a boring spring green sleep yukata, and had barely managed to throw on his Akatsuki cloak as he ran out the door. He wans;t even wearing any shoes.

But still, Deidara ran, as far as he feet would carry him, hunting down the scent, and not even bothering to be quiet. He was running towards his destination, running, and he didn't think he could stop.

...Until he managed to find him, of course.

It had been carefully planned out. In the early morning hours where they wouldn't risk being seen, on the point of the lake furthest from town. He looked across the waters, toward town. Yes, his message had been correct. The lights barely reached him, sparkling like the stars above him, if only a little brighter.

He lay back in the grass, his feet hanging over the bank into the water. He watched the moon above him, almost completely full, but not quite. Still it bathed him in it's light as he sat up, once again looking out over the surface.

A smile, soft and brief, flickered over his face like a flame in the wind as he caught movement on the lake's surface with crimson eyes. There were two on the island beside him who could read the message, and the chakra approaching him wasn't a monstrous one, so the right person had received the message.

Deidara halted in his tracks, standing on the water. He looked down at the many lights before looking back up, at legs dangling over the bank.

Uchiha Itachi.

He approached, slower this time. Just at a mere walk, before pausing once more, until he was barely ten feet away. The blond stood in silence.

He didn't move. He just sat there, his feet being pushed to and fro in the waves of the water. His eyes traveled up over the form of the ninja before him until his eyes rested on his face. One blink, and sharingan was gone.

"You came. I am glad."

Silently he extended his hand toward him.

"Please, sit with me?"

"I'd rather stand un. Thanks," Deidara stated coldly, not moving towards Itachi. In fact, he was keeping his gaze pointedly where Itachi's legs were bobbing lazily in the water.

"I see."

Itachi brought his hand back and rested it back in his lap, folding it with it's mate.

After a moment, Itachi pushed chakra to his bare feet, resting them atop the water, almost as though he were going to stand. Not yet though.

"I had been hoping to talk with you, since that night. You said you needed to think, have you?"

"You're the one that called me out here un, so who knows if I'm done thinking or not yeah?" It was obvious that the blond was on the defensive. He crossed his arms, trying to give himself a bit more warmth. The lake was cold, and the slight breeze was drifting up into the Akatsuki cloak and his yukata. Deidara scowled, faintly.

"Well, I came here, didn't I un? Do you think I'm that fucking retarded not to have been thinking since I returned home?"

He sighed. Deidara was being defensive, it was obvious, but it was unnecessary. Well it did not matter now. He had come, and Itachi might as well used to opportunity to speak.

"I had not meant for that to sound like an insult to your intelligence, Deidara. I apologize, I was only curious."

Itachi spoke clearly, calmly, eloquently. He wanted to speak with Deidara, not chase him off.

He looked down at his feet, frowning at the chipped polish on his toes. It at least matched his fingers with Itachi not having bothered to reapply the polish to them. He himself had been off, away from town, allowing himself time to clear his head, to think.

"I had not expected an admission from you. I was not an undesired one, in fact is is far from being undesired, it was just unexpected."

"An admission?" For now, Deidara decided, he would just play the dumb blond card, even though he was anything but. He was still standing a good distance from Itachi, still wary on approaching him. In fact, he wasn;t going to get anywhere near the Uchiha if he could manage it.

Itachi sighed and hung his head. When this act was played it had a tendency to grate on his nerves.

He lifted his head, looking up toward the blond.

"Deidara. I know you're smarter then that, please, you know of what I speak.

The blond didn't asnwer him. He merely stared ahead, his one visible eyes fixed on him, not saying a word. Deidara didn't want to say anything--in fact, why was he here.

"You call me out to ask question un? I'm going home." He turned away.

Itachi stood, feet sturdy against the water, He didn't move to grab Deidara, instead he echoed the blonds own words from the previous week.

"'Don't leave me, not again'."

Deidara froze.

He wasn't an idiot. Those were his words, ones he had said (or thought?) towards Itachi. He knew... he...

The blond stood on the water. He stared back towards the town, not facing the raven-haired man.

"...What do you want un?"

Slowly, quietly, Itachi stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He stood mere inches from the blond, his hands coming up and hovering just above the blonds shoulders, not quite touching them.

"I want to know where this leaves us, Deidara."

He could feel Itachi's hands hovering over him. He didn't move, a silent invitation that it was okay to settle them down on him.

"...I don't know yeah."

Itachi let his hands rest against Deidara's shoulders, his thumbs tracing small circles over the material of his cloak. He sighed again softly against the blonds hair, letting his eyes close for a moment.

"Then perhaps we should figure that out."

One hand almost hesitantly slid down Deidara's arm, seeking out his hand, hoping the other would not pull away from him

When Itachi's fingers brushed his palm, he shifted faintly, but allowed the Uchiha to grasp his hand fully. Deidara leaned in slightly to Itachi's touch, until he was against the other man, staring outwards.

"...I guess," He resigned faintly, staring out towards the town from his spot on the water. Itachi was warm--warmer than the cool air that had generated around the lake.

Lacing his fingers through Deidara's, Itachi rested his head lightly against the blonds. His other hand remained on his shoulder, his thumb working small circles against the blond's shoulder blade.

He remained that way for a moment, reveling in the subtle contact.

"Come, sit with me. We'll talk."

"...I..." Deidara really didn't have much to say to counter that small request. He remained silent for a brief moment before releasing a soft sigh.

"...Okay," He relented, slowy pulling away from Itachi. His hand, however, remained in his--the reality of their hand holding was hidden, however, by the large Akatsuki cloak.

Itachi led Deidara over the the bank, stepping up on the shore, using their joined hands to help the blond up.

He waited until they were both on the bank before -reluctantly- letting Deidara's hand slide from his, sitting down on the grass. It was warmer up here then it was over the water, but it still had a slight chill to the air.

Itachi motioned for the blond to set beside him, dragging out that moment until he would have to talk again. It was a complicated thought process, it would be even harder to put into words.

Deidara was glad to be out of the cold water, however, it was onyl a slight relief, as they were still on the bank. The blond watched as Itachi took a seat down, his hand sliding from Deidara's.

The teenager looked down at him. After much consideration, he took his seat beside him. It was then that his cloak slid down at his knees, revealing he was only in his sleep yukata beneath.

He rested so one leg was folded under the other, the other leg being bent up against his chest. His elbow rested against his knee, his hand cupping his chin silently studying Deidara.

He sighed. The blond was still in his night clothes, and hadn't put his shoes on. Leaning away for a moment, Itachi reached out and grabbed his own cloak, laying it over Deidara's legs.

"I left that night, like you asked me to, but I had hoped you would follow after."

He spoke softly, facing out over the lake, his hand once again cupping his chin.

"But you asked me to leave, and even after what happened, part of me didn't want to, and I heard that part of you that didn't want me to leave either."

Deidara had been trying hard to keep his face neutral. He didn't want to show any emotions, especially when he was unsure of what his face would give up at the moment. However, when Itachi placed his Akatsuki cloak over Deidara's legs, the blond stared at it in slight shock.

When Itachi spoke again, Deidara found his fingers gently curling the fabric of the black cloak into his fists. He slowly laid back into the grass, and when he did his golden locks splayed over the grass, framing his face and upper body. He glanced over at Itachi, one visible eye finally locked on him, as if he was paying attention to what he had to say finally.

He waited until Itachi finished before his fingers gently curled over the cloak.

"...I didn't," He admitted, his gaze still on Itachi's. "...But I couldn't follow you un."

He kept his gaze out over the moonlit water for a few minutes, fingers drumming against his cheek. It was peaceful here by the water, an somehow it put him at ease, allowing his thoughts to from into words, sentences.

"I understand, but the tiny bit that remains of my selfishness still wanted it."

Finally he dropped his hand from his chin, turning his head over to look at the blond, his hair fanned out around him, catching the moonlight giving it an almost ethereal glow, like a halo. It caused his mind to race back to that night.

"...Utsukushii," the word was almost inaudibly slipped from between his lips before he could stop it. He bit down on his bottom lip, his expression shifting form it's usual emotionless mask to a thoughtful one. He diverted his eyes to the side, teeth pressing almost painfully into the soft flesh of his lip.

Deidara felt his face go pink when the sweet word left Itachi's lips. His one visible eyes stared at him, especially as Itachi looked away, his gaze focused on the raven-haired man's face.

Beautiful...

The word didn't seem fitting, not coming out of Itachi's lips. Deidara forced himself to look away, staring up at the sky on that night, his fingers still around Itachi's cloak.

He took a deep breath.

"...I don't know what we are un," Deidata stated softly. His gaze remained fixed overhead, unwilling to look anywhere else, less his words would stop flowing form his mouth. "I did what I said I would do yeah. And now..."

There was nothing.

"....That's it."

Except for an empty spot where that strong feeling he felt use to be. Hatred? Anger? Obsession. He had admitted it long ago.

He kept his lips pinched painfully between his teeth, his eyes eventually closing. He kept silent, listening to Deidara speak, finally breaking skin, the metallic, coppery taste washing over his tongue, a small drip trailing down his chin.

Why did it sound so...final? Furthermore why did it weigh so heavily on his mind?

Itachi shifted, crossing his legs, hanging his head down, staring at his hands resting in his lap. He remained silent, staring at the ring adorning the middle finger of his left hand, onyx focused it the tiny glint of the ruby decorating the band.

Deidara allowed the silence to linger in between them.

However, he grew tired of it quickly.

"Is that it un? I said what I had to say yeah."

He turned back to Deidara, his face returning to what it had been before.

He took a slow, deep breath, making sure nothing would filter out with his words.

"Yeah, I'm done. Go ahead an go back home and sleep." He was lying -hell, maybe it was obvious, Itachi couldn't tell. He had more on his mind but it didn't want to form into words. "I'm going to sit out here a while longer."

The blond paused.

"...Okay." He sat up, slowly, hair falling back down to his back, resting there against his cloak. He was still holding Itachi's cloak in his hands. HE reached down, slowly pulling it off of his legs, exposing them again. He held the cloak out to Itachi.

Slowly Itachi reached out to grab the cloak, his eyes resting on the blonds face, his hand brushing across Deidara's, fingers lingering a little longer then necessary.

he scrunched up the cloak, tossing it back over the where his other stuff lay from earlier that day. He had spent a great deal of time in this spot, a few days actually. He had been switching back and forth between swimming and walking around the area. He had even bothered to eat since he'd been out here, as he stomach loudly reminded him.

With a sigh, he let himself flop back, laying in the grass.

Did he stomach just growl?

"When was the last time you ate yeah?" He asked, frowning.

Blinking Itachi looked over to him with an eyebrow raised.

"Well it's Sunday, so..." he trailed off for a moment. "Friday around midday."

The blond sat there.

"...I'm leaving." He stood, and without another word, headed out, across the lake.

Although Deidara gave not hinto to it, he would return about thirty minutes later.

Itachi watched him walk off. He blinked, waiting until Deidara was out of sight. There was a small voice telling to follow, but Itachi shook his head, ignoring it.

Sitting up, Itachi looked again, making sure Deidara was out of sight before slipping out of his shirt. He stood, taking a few steps back, and ran forward, taking a running dive into the water.

Eyes open in the dark water, Itachi swam deeper, allowing the water to sooth away the tension that had built up in him.

Deidara was walking across the lake. He frowned when he heard the sounds of splashing--everything seemed louder during the night.

"Itachi un?" The blond's arms were tucked into his cloak, the sleeves dangling freely.

Deeper and deeper still he swam, pulling himself until his feet touched the sandy bottom. He rested there for a moment, letting out a bubble of air.

He sat a little longer, suspended weightlessly in the water. He stayed there until his lungs nearly demanded air, kicking off from the bottom, pushing himself up through the water.

A few minutes later he broke the surface, taking in the air his lungs so desperately needed.

"SHIT!"

Deidara was close to where Itachi surfaced. He stepped back, scowling.

"Dumbass! You could have killed me un!" He reached down, one hand only showing through the opening of the cloak, grabbing Itachi's hair. He started to drag him through the water without any explanation.

Startled, Itachi struggled against Deidara's grip in his hair.

"Let go," he said grasping at the blond's wrist.

He dragged him all the way to the bank, tossing him back on shore.

Holding his head, Itachi glared up at Deidara, just barely keeping the sharingan at bay. Lightly he rubbed at his scalp, the wet strands sticking to his hand and his bare torso.

"What the hell was that for?"

"You weren't at the shore un." Deidara stated firmly. "You cant eat if you're swimming around like an idiot yeah."

It was then, from underneath his cloak his other hand came out, holding out a small sack. He wasn't looking at Itachi. There was a fie blush sweeping over his cheeks. Inside he had went home and made some quick tempura sweet potatoes--it wasn't much, but at least it was SOMETHING.

With a mild scowl, Itachi looked away, wringing the water out of his hair. Gritting his teeth, Itachi fought off the shivers that threatened to wash over him. It wasn't cold out, but fresh out of the water it was freezing.

He paused though, tossing his hair over his shoulder, looking up at the blond and the bag in his hand. He shook, if only mildly, blinking up at the blond.

"What..what..." he started out, clenching his teeth so they wouldn't chatter. "What's that?"

"Food un. Tempura sweet potato." Deidara still wasn;t looking ato him, though the odd repeated 'what' got him thinking.

Itachi stared up at Deidara for a moment longer, blinking. He silently took the bag, holding it in his hands.

"Y-you didn't h-have to."

When he finally started all-out stuttering, Deidara glanced over at him.

"You're an idiot un." He walked a little closer, but this time it was he who gave up his prized Akatsuki cloak. He wrapped it around Itachi's shoulders, bending down in front of him. "You're going to catch a cold yeah. God you keep pissing me off."

He watched the blond, looking up at him with a renewed blank expression. Only this time there was a slight tenseness in his cheeks from clenching his teeth together.

Chewing on a piece of the tempura, Itachi looked at Deidara again.

"Why did you c-come back? I thought you were g-going home." He looked to the side. "Besides, I would have been f-fine if you allowed me to stay in the w-water."

He took another bite of the tempura, chewing on it. He was thankful for the food, as was his stomach. He had a bad habit of not eating for periods like these when he needed time to think. He had done it when things happened with Neji as well.

"T-thank you though. F-for the tempura."

Deidara was angry.

He didnt know why. No. He did. He was angry, unimaginably so--he wanted to hit Itachi so hard his head would go flying off again. The blond contemplated it, a good hard slap ought to tke out his anger--or maybe even a punch.

Instead.

Deidara tackled Itachi into the ground, slamming into the Uchiha. He forced him down into the grass, nothing short of a violent assault until the shivering, shaking older man and pinned deep into the ground, all the while screaming.

"YOU IDIOT! FUCKING COCKSUCKER UN! YOU'RE SUCH A DUMBASS--WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS YEAH?! YOU'RE SO FUCKING PATHETIC!!!! YOU'RE SUCH A GODDAMMED--"

He hit him. He hit his face once, before taking out his anger on Itachi's hair. he grasped two handfuls of it, pulling, until finally he slammed Itachi's head down down, crushing his lips deep into his, desiring to steal his breath away and kill him by sweet suffocation.

Itachi fought against him the entire way. It as to no success though, the blond had better leverage, and had caught him off guard, so Itachi hit the ground with a soft thud.

Once he was hit, it was instinct, and his sharingan activated. Crimson eyes narrowed at the abuse against his hair. His hands came up, grabbing the front of his yukata, balling the material up in his fists.

Itachi then went to speak, to tell Deidara to get off him, but instead was met with a pair of lips on his own, stifling out a small sound of surprise. He responded with one hand gripping at the blonds shoulder, the other hand working it's way into the golden strands, pulling viciously on the locks.

Deidara pulled back, fingers gripping the locks as if they were a lifeline. The blond lips were pressed almost painfully into Itachi's--he almost felt as if he was slowly crushing the Uchiha's face beneath him.

He let out a groan, feeling his hot breath against Itachi's clammy body. He pressed himself into the raven-haired man's slick, wet body, his yukata becoming soaked in the lake's water as it collected the liquid from Itachi's cold skin. His warmth wrapped around them, Deidara's hands sliding out of Itachi's dark locks, down his body at the sides.

He was so cold...

Deidara bent his head over, golden locks falling into Itachi face and around his head as he kissed him. Itachi's chilled body made the blond shiver, and he pressed hismelf further into the other man.

When Deidara pulled away Itachi wasn't sure if he wanted to be upset that the blond had essentially attack him, or just stare up at him with the mild surprise written over his face. Either way both his hands fell away from him, his body shivering lightly at the loss of the warm body that had been pressed against him.

It was only momentary though, watching Deidara intently. He licked his lips, this time the shiver was the cause of hands running down his sides. His eyes closed, breath gusting from between parted lips.

Deidara's lips met his for a second time and Itachi pressed back against him, a hand returning to the blond strands, fingers running through the locks. His other arm slung around the bombers back, pulling him closer still.

A few moments later, Deidara pulled back.

"...Itachi un..." He let out faintly, staring down at him. His lips were red from their force of their kissing.

Once again Itachi let his hands fall away from Deidara, looking up at this as he pulled away.

"Hmm?" he responded quietly, onyx eyes blinking up at him.

The blond slowly stared back at him.

"...I don't know where we're going yeah. I don't even know if I care anymore, but..."

He hesitated. His body trembled as he struggled with his words.

"...I need you un." Deidara's one visible eyes was trained on him. "...I need you more than I've needed anything yeah. As an enemy. As an ally. A teammate. As a..." His mind flit back to when Itachi had invaded his room, and once again, invaded all of his senses. "...As a lover."

Slowly Itachi pushed himself up, still keeping his gaze locked with Deidara's. He sighed softly, fingers trembling from the cold bringing the blond's hand up, resting his cheek against it's palm. Itachi closed his eyes for a moment, pressing a small, chaste kiss to his his thumb before looking back up at Deidara.

"I can only hope it would be the latter, and should that be the result I shall not disappoint, Deidara."

The blond started at him, watching as Itachi's lips brushed into his thumb. The kiss was small, but for some reason it was as if it held the entire world in it--

And currently, that was Itachi's feelings for him.

The blond continued staring. That question again--when had Itachi (all of him), become such an obsession? One hand lowered down to his hair, picking up a small handful, letting the locks fall through his fingers. All of Itachi, huh?

"I'm still thinking about you un, even when your not there yeah. Your skin, your hair..." He pressed a few strands to his lips. "...Your eyes. Your lips yeah. And your body..." His visible eyes was focuses on him. "...Your power. And even now un..."

He released his hair. "Your death. And your revival."

As Itachi listened to Deidara, his expression softened, a small smile turning the corners of his lips. Small, barely noticeable, but it was there. His fingers tightened gently around the hand still pressed to his cheek.

His hand slowly left Deidara's, bringing it up -along with it's mate- cupping the blond's face in his hands, brushing his hair aside in the process. Gently Itachi pulled him down so their noses brushed against the others, his eyes adverted downward.

"Then it is your, if you so wish it. All of it." He whispered the words against the blonds lips. He shifted his gaze, his onyx orbs meeting a pair of cobalt ones. "All of me."

All of him.

Deidara felt his heart thud in his chest, a nice, heavy pound that made that spot right in his chest tingle violently before washing away into gentle pounds.

He didn't know what it was. Hatred. Love. Some sick power play.

But it didn't matter.

He wanted him.

All of him.

"Damn you un." Deidara forced himself onto Itachi again, crushing their lips together, his body pressed into Itachi's. He parted their lisp briefly, still keeping them brushed against the other. "I want you. I want you un..."

"Then I am yours."

He pressed back into the blond, pressing their lips together. His hands traced down over Deidara's cheeks, over his neck, winding around him, holding him to him as they kissed.

Deidara didn't say anything in return. He merely continued kissing the other, bathed in the moonlight of the island.

Hatred. Love. Obession. Whatever.

He could figure that out later.

He remained like that for a good deal of time. His lips pressed against the other's, hands roaming over his back. It wasn't until a rather violent shiver racked through him -reminding him he was still wet and still very cold- did he pulled away.

"Dei," he started, his breath heavy against the blond's lips. "Deidara, I...we should head back. I'm f-freezing, and you're wet now as well."

The nineteen-year-old looked down at him.

"Yeah," He uttered, nodding. He slowly stood up from him, reaching down and grasping Itachi's hand with his in order to help him up. "Where to un?"

"We could return to my apartment, if you don't mind."

Letting Deidara help pull him up, Itachi reached back down, picking up the blond's -now wet- cloak. He sighed, tossing it over his arm, walking over to where his belongings lay. He slipped on his shirt and his sandals, keeping his LP in his hand. Finally he bent down and picked up his own cloak and walked back over to where the blond stood.

"Here," he slipped the cloak over Deidara's shoulders. "Since I got yours wet."

"...." Deidara took it wordlessly. He looked up at Itachi, signaling that he was ready to head off, agreeably, to the Uchiha's place.

After a few moments of hesitation, and a bit of contemplation, Itachi silently reached out took the blond's hand. He kept his gaze adverted, leading Deidara back across the water, back into town, and to his apartment.

Once in the apartment, Itachi led the bomber back to his bedroom, flicking on the light. He hung Deidara's damn cloak on the back of his door to dry before heading for his dresser pulling a pair of black and red pajama pants from one of the drawers.

"I don't have much, but you're welcomed to wear whatever you think will fit," he said softly, turning back to Deidara.

With a nod Itachi headed toward the door, his intentions of heading to the bathroom to change.

Deidara glanced into the dresser.

"Can I sleep naked yeah?"

He paused at the door, fingers curled around the knob.

"If that is what you want."

He slipped out the door into the darkness, heading to the bathroom to change.

By the time Itachi returned, Dei's yukata was hanging along with his cloak. He was in Itachi's bed, though the blankets were resting at his chest, so it was hard to tell if indeed he had decided to sleep naked or not.

He returned, carefully letting the door click shut, his eyes falling upon the form laying in his bed.

With one hand Itachi flicked the light off, silently slipping under the covers with Daidara. He laid on his side, facing the blond, his head resting against the arms he curled under his head.

Deidara's eyes slid open--of course, as usual only one was visible. He looked over at Itachi silently.

It was a while before he spoke.

"...Goodnight un."

Dark eyes flickered open, looking over at the blond through the darkness. Carefully Itachi raised his hand, brushing his fingers over Deidara's cheek before letting his hand drop and rest in between them.

"Good-night Deidara."

Deidara felt his body shiver faintly at the slight touch on his face. He scoot in a little more, and his hand slowly lifted, resting on top of Itachi's once his settled.

"...Is that it un?"

His eyes blinked back open. Silently Itachi placed Deidara's arm over his shoulder, scooting closer to him, and resting his arms around the blond's waist.

Licking his lips Itachi lifted his head just enough to lean in and press a kiss to Deidara's lips.

"Hm." Deidara made a faint noise against him, but not of protest. The blond fell against the older man, kissing him, relishing in the warmth of their bodies while they laid in the soft bed--much better than the hard, slightly damp ground of the lake bank. Deidara sighed faintly into Itachi's lips before pulling away, their lips brushing against one anothers.

He wanted to speak. Say something. He was scared, however, to fuck up whatever... strange magic that was linger between them--whatever was making this moment okay, and not making the blond want to pull away in disgust as him kissing Uchiha Itachi.

Pulling away, Itachi brushed his lips briefly over Deidara's forehead, resting his head back on the pillow, his head against the blond's.

He closed his eyes, his fingers absently tracing small patterns on the younger male's back, letting his face bury its self in golden strands of hair.

Deidara felt his eyes close. His mind (being artistic and all) was attempting to ake shapes of the patterns, form fake words and made-up images in his mind--he knew subconsciously people did that, even if they didn't realize it.

He found himself so comfortable--it was oddly disturbing.

"Oi." He paused. "...Are you with the pink-haired bitch un?"

Cracking one eye open, Itachi peeked at Deidara.

"I am not," he responded quietly. "Why do you ask?"

"Cause I saw you yeah," He stated. "At the fair un. I was passing over--but anyone can see that cotton-candy cunt with that hair of her's yeah."

"I see. I went with her, but as nothing more then an accompaniment."

Deidara's eye focused on him.

"Really."

"Honestly. I have no reason to lie about such a thing."

The blond was still staring at him.

"...So... nothing at all... between you two un?"

Itachi opened his other eye, looking at Deidara.

"Nothing."

It was obvious by the look on the blond's face--either he didn't believe him, or he was jealous. Possibly both.

The blond merely made a face, pressing his lips together. He closed his eyes, and then, sighed, ducking his head.

"...Okay un."

There was another pause. "And you and the Branch kid yeah? You still got something for him?"

"Deidara, I currently have little interest for anyone save for the one currently sharing my bed. I assure you of that."

The blond slowly lifted his head to look at him, regarding his words carefully. He slowly nodded, looking down at Itachi's hand where Neji's ring was. Deidara didn't say anything, however, just looked back up at his face.

"...I see yeah. Okay." He closed his eyes. "...Well... goodnght then."

Itachi followed Deidara's gaze, sighing lightly when he saw what it fell upon. He silently slipped the ring off his finger, moving and carefully pressing it into the palm of Deidara's hand.

"If it bothers you that much..."

"It's yours un." He held it back up to him in between his slender fingers. "Besides...

"...it's not like I'm your boyfriend or anything un."

He took the ring, but instead of putting it back on he set it off to the side on his nightstand.

Once again Itachi scooted closer, his fingers brushing over Deidara's hip, moving over his skin, back to his back, and settling on his spine. He leaned in, is lips brushing the lobe of the blonds ear.

"I recall saying that I was yours, does that not count?"

The blond shivered in his arms.

"...Is that usually how it's done un?"

Once again, Itachi returned to absently tracing meaningless patterns over Deidara's back. His lips brushed the blond's ear, lightly dragging them over his cheek, moving until their lips were just barely touching.

"I am not used to this sort of thing. I wouldn't know what is usually done."

"Then..." Deidara's visible eye started into his.

"Ask me out un."

"Deidara, go out with me," the question unintentionally coming out sounding like a statement

The blond stared back at Itachi. Their lips were still touching when he said that faithful... request. He felt almost as if he would remember how it felt forever.

And oddly enough, his heart was pounding.

"Go out with you."

As thought binding a contract, Itachi pressed his lips fully against Deidara's, his hand resting flat against his back, pulling him closer.

And Deidara, with no disgust, no hesitation...

...Kissed him back.