Back at the hideout Deidara threw himself on his bed with a grunt. This stupid Uchiha with his stupid sharingan.

Who does he think he is? Just because he's an Uchiha prodigy didn't mean he was better than Deidara.

With a snort, he rolled over on his back. Itachi would recognize his art and if it was the last thing Deidara would do.

Stretching his hands in front of him, the blonde watched as the mouths on his palms grinned playfully and stuck out their tongue. "Are you mocking me? Don't you think I could beat him, un?!", he grumbled.

Of course, he could defeat the raven-haired, after all, he hadn't trained for nothing. He wasn't the 15-year-old boy anymore. A fair fight would turn out differently this time, for that Deidara was sure.

He slowly got up from his bed and began pulling his t-shirt over his head. After he blew up the little village, dirt and dust got caught on his clothes and in his hair.

Under normal circumstances he would not have gotten so dirty, but today was anything but normal. Normally Sasori would have been with him. As usual, they would have argued about their art.

The puppeteer would have said that art had to be eternal. His death had only proven that the redhead was wrong on this point, because his work of art passed away when the last of his life was squeezed out of him.

"That old fool!" Throwing off his shirt, Deidara marched into the adjoining bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he sighed.

"In the end, I was right. Art is ephemeral." He shook his head. "Oh well, it's still an ending worthy of art."

He freed his hair from his messy ponytail and opened the fasteners on his pants. Slowly it slipped over his waist before it came to rest at his ankles.

Carefree he kicked the garment aside and stepped into the spacious shower.

Hot water rushed down his body and with it the dirt that covered his skin. Sighing, he stretched his face towards the water while burying his fingers in his long blond hair.

It wasn't that he regretted Sasori's death. Not really. The old man was to blame for his foolish passing, but the way he died was not worthy of an akatsuki member.

If Deidara had been by his side, the old hag would never have been able to defeat them.

Shaking his head, he picked up a bottle of shampoo. His death would be more artistic. He would die with a bang and everyone around would know that he's passed away. That would be his greatest masterpiece.

Massaging the scented shampoo into his scalp, he thought back to the annoying Uchiha sprout and his hand around his neck.

A shudder ran over Deidara's body as he thought of how the delicate fingers wrapped themselves around his neck and slowly took his breath away.

Growling over himself, the blonde turned the water cold.

He was not allowed to associate his rival with such feelings or it could get very embarrassing very soon.

The emotionless gaze of the other annoyed Deidara tremendously. What had to happen that the raven-haired lost his damn composure? He didn't even break a sweat in fights. He wouldn't scream or curse like Hidan. All that the fucking Uchiha's face showed was emotionless emptiness.

How much Deidara would like to hear the other scream. Begging him. Desperately kneeling in front of him with his d... STOP! He wasn't allowed to think like that. Itachi was his enemy and nothing more.

Who cared that the man was a work of art himself.
With a look down he noticed who cared.

And that one cared A LOT.

Sighing, he turned off the shower and got out dripping. Tying a towel carelessly around his narrow hips, he opened the door to his bedroom and marched carelessly in.

With every step, puddles formed under his feet and wet the ground, but Deidara couldn't care less.

He was still upset and now he got horny too. That was a bad combination.

He told himself that this was just his usual reaction to a great explosion and had nothing to do with the cursed closeness of the raven-haired man or his fingers on his skin.

Groaning he threw himself on his bed and buried his head in his pillow.

"Stupid Uchiha! Always makes it hard, un!"

"So, I am to blame for your erection? How very interesting.", a deep voice purred behind him.

He hadn't heard the other man gain access to his room. Part of him was annoyed with himself for not even hearing the man approach. How the hell could that asshole move so silently?

Growling he tried to move but before he could turn around, a knee in his back pressed him into the mattress.

"Let go, un!" Deidara trashed wildly but the weight in his back didn't move a bit.

A hand grabbed the back of his neck and steadily increased the pressure until a soundless gasp escaped his rosy lips.

"You seem to have forgotten your place Deidara. Maybe I should teach it to you."

"Are you fucking insane, un! Let go of me you bastard!"

A hard blow to his buttocks made him pause as a stabbing pain came from his backside.

In disbelief he tried to turn his head, but the strong grip with which his neck was held prevented any movement.

"What do you fucking want Uchiha, un?"

"I told you already and now be silent, or I have to gag you."

"You...you wouldn't dare!", the blonde exclaimed weakly as he felt the other shift over him.
Itachi grabbed his jaw and forced it open before pushing a scrap of cloth into it. At the smell of it, Deidara realized that it was his own sweaty shirt which had lain on the floor forgotten just a few moments before.

Grumbling, he tried to get out of the relentless grip of the Uchiha, but the angle played more into the raven-haired's hands.

"Mhmmrrgh."

"Even gagged you make such an annoying racket. You will learn to behave.", the stupidly calm voice said behind him as another blow hit his ass.

"Hm."Itachi made an unapproving sound as he shifted again. Now kneeling beside him.

With a quick movement he pulled the towel from his body and carelessly threw it away.

"Better."

Another blow to his bare ass made Deidara arch his back. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. That the stoic Uchiha was actually kneeling on his bed and spanking his bum sounded more like a bad joke from Hidan.

The next blow hit him again. The slapping sound obscene in the quiet of his room.

He screamed in annoyance against his gag. How he hated the Uchiha. He always had to be better than him. Always! Even now.

Kneeling next to him and spanking his already red ass.

It was humiliating!

It was degrading.

And, to Deidara's dismay, greatly arousing.

"I told you to be silent, but you wouldn't listen to my words. It seems I have to make it clear to you in an other way."

Brutally being pulled on his hair, Deidara was arched back.

Itachi's other hand left the back of his neck and instead clawed his hips. A hot breath caressed the abused area and made Deidara tremble.

"You have a lot to learn but you are lucky. I am a patient teacher." And with that Itachi yanked Deidara up and pushed him against the wall next to his bed in a flowing movement that was too fast for the blonde.

While one hand gripped his hair, the other went to his chin, forcing him to meet Itachi's silent gaze.

The red eyes looked down at him and for the first time Deidara recognized something other than indifference in them. A wide grin appeared on the blond's face.

It looked like the other one wasn't as cool as he'd like to be.

He stood up proudly and snatched his face from the Uchiha while he continued to grin at the frowning man.

He knew it was ridiculous to feel that way, but deep down he was proud to get under the skin of the cold Uchiha.

He bravely pressed his naked body against the other's.

A gasp escaped both men as their crotches met and Deidara could feel how much Itachi was actually interested in this.

Rubbing against him shamelessly a hard blow hit Deidara's stomach and forced him to his knees in front of the Uchiha.

Grinning he leaned his face against the thigh of the raven-haired while rubbing his nose over his covered crotch.

A breathy groan escaped Itachi's lips as he grabbed Deidara's hair and pulled him away from his private parts.

"Your first lesson will be obedience. Now open your mouth."