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With both windows open, he had an unobstructed view of the lake and the snowy mountain peaks beyond the water. The view was breathtaking. Moving to the lake house hadn't been his decision, but on warm evenings, the sky a kaleidoscope of colors, he'd made peace with the change of scenery. He needed fresh air and sunlight, two things that his studio apartment in the city lacked. His family had encouraged the move suggested by his boyfriend, even though the drive to the lake house took two hours. He and Deidara were isolated there, in a place surrounded by greenery and water. He loved the scenery. The morbid part of his mind dubbed the place the perfect death bed. His loved ones still thought he had a chance, even though the doctors had given him six months to live. Honestly, he'd accepted his death, even though the people in his life had been too stubborn and hopeful to trust the professionals. He'd been to five doctors, and each one had given him months to live, sometimes six months, sometimes less. He wished he didn't put his family through so much, but they'd stayed by his side throughout the entire journey. And he'd met Deidara a year ago, a nurse he'd met during a routine visit, before the relapse. He didn't need to stay, but he did. Itachi loved him.
A breeze passed through the window, so Itachi leaned over his desk and closed the windows. The air had smelled of honeysuckle that grew in the yard, and even after closing the window, he smelled the flowers. The door to the office opened and Deidara stood in the doorway, blue silk robe tied in the front, a cherry popsicle in one hand and the mail in the other. Itachi should have been writing -- he had a deadline for his novel -- but he'd stopped twenty minutes ago, tired after only two hours. Deidara carried the mail to the desk and placed it in front of Itachi, then leaned on the back of the chair, arms loosely winding around Itachi. His monthly book club had sent him a copy of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, another book by the author of the month. The first book had been After Dark, and Itachi had loved every page. Deidara was an artist, but more interested in graphic novels. They'd both been lucky enough to get published. Deidara had given up his job as a nurse only to take care of Itachi.
"How's the writing going, hm?" Deidara licked the end of his popsicle, then offered it to Itachi, so Itachi stole a bite. "You were supposed to lick it, not bite it. Hmph."
Deidara made a show of sucking the popsicle, tongue teasing the end before he took a little into his mouth. Itachi sighed at him, because they both knew what he was doing. He'd gotten bored and decided to seduce Itachi, and it was working. Deidara's lips were stained red and glistening with the sticky sweetness of the frozen treat. Itachi moved his chair back and motioned for Deidara to circle around and sit on his lap. They both had a nice view of the picturesque scenery, but only they existed, nothing more. Deidara teased Itachi with the popsicle, putting it near his lips, waiting for Itachi to lean in, and pulling it away. Itachi slipped a hand beneath Deidara's robe and ran a hand along his bare thigh. Of course the man hadn't bothered wearing anything beneath the robe. And he smelled of cinnamon and spice, from where he'd attempted to make gingerbread cookies. Eventually, Itachi would have to show him the proper way. Until then, Itachi would laugh at his attempts.
"You smell like you wore most of the ingredients," Itachi said, a small smile on his face. Everyone had told him to smile more, that the rare occasions when he did were the most beautiful moments. Deidara stuffed the popsicle into Itachi's mouth, and the man smirked. Itachi removed the hand from Deidara's leg to grab the popsicle stick. "This isn't a punishment. I like sweets," Itachi reminded him, content to bite at the remaining treat.
"I'm surprised your teeth haven't fallen out," Deidara teased. Itachi finished off the popsicle and tossed the stick into the trash can. His hand returned to Deidara's thigh, tracing up and down, going higher and higher. "Do you want to play nurse again?"
"The last time we played nurse, you played an actual nurse. I'm fine," Itachi assured, fondling him. Debates exhaled through his nose, but he relaxed into Itachi. Itachi pulled his hand away when he noticed Deidara was enjoying the heavy petting. "I'm suddenly tired," Itachi lied, feigning a yawn. Deidara quickly made a noise of protest and wiggled his ass.
"Come on! You can't just stop like that, hm!"
"I can't?"
"No. It's a law. Touch me again," Deidara mumbled, taking Itachi's hand and placing it under the silk robe again. Where Deidara had prepared for fun, Itachi wore sweats, a t-shirt, and house slippers. Deidara thrust into Itachi's hand, seeking faster strokes, but every time, Itachi stopped. "You're such a tease. I don't even know why I love you, hm."
"You told me it's because you love the sex. Has that changed?"
"Nope."
Itachi patted Deidara's legs until the man stood. Waving off help, Itachi got to his feet and pushed the chair back into the desk. The colorful sky was almost gone. Deidara turned to admire the view, but Itachi scooped the blonde up into an over-the-shoulder carry, even as the blonde squawked in protest. Itachi slapped his ass whenever he demanded Itachi put him down, until he sought the spankings for pleasure. Itachi was having a good day, a day where he felt almost normal, so he happily carried Deidara through the house, like carrying a sack of potatoes. Deidara eventually slumped and Itachi dumped him on the bed. Deidara bounced once and sprawled out on the mattress, half on and half off. Itachi didn't wait for him to recover to untie the robe. Deidara practically melted under the attention, the way Itachi caressed his skin, the way Itachi kissed his thighs and gripped his hips. Though they'd left the office view behind, Itachi found something more beautiful in Deidara's bare body.
"Just looking at you," Itachi trailed off, content to slowly remove his own clothes. Deidara watched him with hungry eyes. Neither knew what to say. Lust stole their words away, along with their breaths. Nothing else mattered. There was no world beyond the walls of the lake house, even if there was a whole world in Deidara's eyes.