Explosive Valentines

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by Shinigami5

Dedicated to Gasai-

by Shinigami5

Dedicated to JamesZoo for inspiring the title~

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Deidara glared at the calendar on the wall, thoroughly wishing that it would dissapear or burst into flames or anything that would change the date. But nothing hapened. The offending "February 14th" continued to laugh at him mockingly in bright red letters.

Tch. Even the letters seemed to insist on taunting him as they laughed in the same colour as that bastards damned sharingan that is so freaking amazing and irritating and it should just dissapear because he hates it and it allows the bastard to know what he is thinking and that is so freaking unfair. Why does only the bastard get to know? He wants to know when the bastard is happy and stufff but it's so freaking hard behind that goddamned poker face. Stupid Uchiha. Stupid freaking Uchiha who had to go and make him fall in love with the bastard.

And now it's valentines day...

He let out a groan before throwing a bomb at the offending object, a shout of katsu filling the previously quiet room before the calendar burts into flames as he smirked at it satisfied at its destruction and the beauty of his art. Art is fleeting- an explosion. It's simple, beautiiful and memorable, yet complicated and pure at the same time. It is not around long enough to be tainted and corrupted by others. It simply comes in and goes out of this world with a beautiful bang.

That is art. That is his art.

He loves it. And apparently the bastard does too. He always seemed to smile at the descriptions and demonstrations of his art, eyes warm and soft as he stared at the way Deidara's face lit up. For he loved Deidara. He loved the passion he had for his art, his love for it. He loved him.

He loved everything about the male. Even his art.

The sound of soft knocking filled the room, causing his blue eyes to snap up to stare at the door, only for it to open to reveal Itachi himself, standing there in the flesh. His onyx eyes that always seemed to stare into your soul like a goddamned book scanned the room, landing on the scorched remnants of what was once a calendar. He turned to stare at Deidara, one eyebrow raised ever so slightly on the freaking poker face as he moved closer and closer to the blonde, door sliding shut and locking behind him, his deep voice that did not in anyway send Deidara's heart pounding against his chest frantically, stating:

"Why did you blow up the calendar?"

Deidara's face flushed as he came to a stop beside him, eyes focused on his face as he fiddled with his hands that were sweating ever so slightly and god damnit- why was he so nervous! After a few long, painstaking moments passed by he spoke, inwardly cursing himself as his voice portrayed his nerves and embarassment that the freaking bastard made him feel:

"I-I didn't want to see the date, un...."

The eyebrow raised higher at this and the Uchiha moved closer to him so his steaming face was inches away as those freaking mesmorising eyes bore into his own with the accursed question (why were there always more questions damnit!):

"Why?"

He blushed harder, swallowing dryly as his heart began to beat louder and louder, faster and faster until it was a keening hum that rang persistently in his ears, terrified of the possibility that Itachi could hear it. He probably could, the bastard with his allknowing power... A hand gently cupped his chin, softly but forcefully making him look Itachi in the face, flushing brighter, his face warm at the close proximity between the two of them. There was no escape. He cursed silently as he found himself stammering out:

"I-I didn't know what to get you for valentines day, yeah......."

Seconds ticked by slowly and silently as the Uchiha simply stared at him, causing him to tremble slightly as he waited in complete fear of what would come. He waited for rejection, for refusal, for laughter. But it didn't come.

Instead, the bastard smirked that goddamned smirk that always made him melt before their lips were joined together, moving against eachother in what the bomber would reluctantly refer to as perfection, bliss- art. He was truly glad for the fact that he was sitting, otherwise his legs would have given way and dammnit, that would be embarassing. After what felt like an eternity, they pulled apart, further kissing prevented by their lungs persistent protest for oxygen, the smirk on Itachi's face giving way to a small, loving smile that was so rare and yet so perfect at the sight of his lovers red face (it was because of the lack of oxygen, not because he was so embarassed he could die!), arm wrapping around his waist as he pulled him against his chest in a warm embrace, arms protectively holding them close to each other as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the messy blonde hair. The soft, gentle words of reassurance were like music to the nervous male as he relaxed against the body of his taller lover, eyes sliding shut as they sat, content:

"I don't need anything as long as you're by my side."

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A little ItaDei oneshot for the fanficfriday valentines thingy~ I hope you like it~!

Aira~♥!