Disclaimer: I promise I don't own Naruto. What's more is I promise that I'm not making any money what's so ever from this. I just do it because I can.

WARNING: This story involves Yaoi. That means that this story has men touching men in a sexual manor. If you don't like that you may still read, but I have warned you so if you're upset by it I don't feel much remorse.

Note of Dedication: This story was written for SKYE desu ka who requested I write a TobiDei.

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Deidara's life had never been easy. He'd been a terrorist bomber since a young age and had always had a price on his head. A price that just kept going up since being in the Akatsuki or so Kakuzu told him. As a result of his wanted status Deidara had had some less then enjoy encounters, but this one had to be the worst.

Being near any occupied Akatsuki base wounded was general a bad idea, walking into one in Deidara's current state was asking for a death sentence. But what chose did he have? He knew all too well that Kakuzu and Hidan, the not-so-affectionately named "Zombie Twins" were around. Kakuzu would love a chance to collect the bounty on Deidara's head and Hidan… Hidan just loved pain and Deidara had already learned enough about Jashin's follower for one day.

He pushed up the door to a room; it wasn't his it was simply a room with a bed he slept in. Deidara had never had a room that could be called "his" a person needs to have a "home" to have a room. In this plain prison of a room sat Itachi who, unlike Deidara, had been offered life on a silver platter that he'd had sent flying during a hissy fit.

Itachi rose and crossed the tiny room in few short steps, his face an impassive mask. His smooth lips hit Deidara's broken ones with enough force to start them bleeding again. Deidara didn't argue, this was the nature of his and Itachi relationship. But Itachi's rough demanding touch brought the day's pervious events to the surface of Deidara's mind.

"Come on Deidara you let Uchiha do whatever the hell he fuckin' wants!"

"Leave off Hidan, the bitch knows his master, that's all."

"Maybe he thinks he too pretty, he is a fuckin' artist, and you know what? I agree. In fact I'll show his god damn prissy ass just how fuckin' beautiful I think he is."

Teeth in his neck brought Deidara back to the present. Surely Itachi noticed the very similar mark only cementers from the one he was leaving. Deidara moaned softly, Itachi was rough, but somewhere someone had taught him that both parties involved should find the experience pleasurable. Itachi shoved Deidara's cloak away to reveal his already ruined shirt.

"You won't take your clothes off pretty boy? That's a shame I'll just have to remove the fuckin' things myself."

Itachi long hands fondled one of the tears but he said nothing. He grabbed Deidara's waist a spun him away from the door and pushed him rather forcibly on to the bed. He lavished Deidara's chest with his tongue teasing at the still inflamed cuts he found there with his tongue, causing just enough pain to tighten Deidara's muscle and bring him up off the mattress. But even as Itachi turn the pain of the cuts into pleasure Deidara could feel the pure hateful agony of when they'd been given.

"Told ya he was worth looking at under that cloak."

"And I agreed with you, Uchiha wouldn't take an ugly whore."

"Yeah, but all those mouths are pretty fucked up. Maybe we can put them to good use."

"Do whatever the hell you want, just be quick about it. If we're late the bounty gets cut in half."

"Fuck you Kakuzu, or rather fuck you Deidara."

Itachi pushed at Deidara's pants and he lifted his hips to allow the other man to pull them off. Itachi pulled back to removed his own clothes. When he leaned back down he drew one hand down Deidara's body pinching gently on occasion. The other had traced the inside of Deidara's thigh carefully avoiding the dried substances that already clung to the pale flesh.

"God listen to him! Do you suppose Uchiha lets him top?"

"You think anything fucks that frigid ass?"

"Bet Orochimaru tried."

"Yeah but that sick fuck isn't around anymore is he?"

"Whatever, I was just saying; I don't pretend to know what goes through Princess Sharingan mind."

"Hm, now shut the fuck up and let me enjoy myself."

Deidara gasped as Itachi entered him slowly. There was a moment of stillness when everything was quite and then Itachi moved. Deidara gasped and clung to Itachi trying to ignore all the pain in favor of the pleasure, but it wasn't working that part of his body was too torn. They rose and fell together until with suffocating gratification they came.

Deidara welcomed the comforting black oblivion of dream sleep as it came over him and chased out the memories.

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AN: I promise that there will be TobiDei in this story! Tobi's in the next chapter, and that's were it'll start I think. I hope you liked it! -Morana