sasodei

Deidara was bored out of his mind. He had just arrived at the Akatsuki, from being dragged there by that son of a bitch, Itachi, a few weeks ago. It was obvious he still wasn't being accepted widely and he got looks from everywhere.

Worst yet was Sasori's never ending criticisms on his art. Fuck that old puppet bastard, he didn't care about any of that 'art is eternal' shit, it disgusted him. Didn't that idiot know that true art was an explosion?

He was on a mission with said idiot right now. They had to kill the leader of this huge black market and information route. Supposedly he had highly...

The blow to the head made Deidara half paralyzed. He did all that he could to fight against his captor, but could not get the better hand of him (seeing as he is paralyzed). Deidara finally gave up. His vision was getting blurry, and he was getting hot. His body felt like it was underwater.

Deidara was thrown onto his bed. He didn’t even care anymore, he was dazed. His light blue eyes had no life in them, he gave up. He felt hands caressing his face, and then he heard a familiar voice.
“Deidara? I’m so sorry. Deidara can you hear me?” The voice sounded worried.
“Sasori…Danna? un”...

Sasori’s door creaked open as he turned down the hallway toward Deidara’s room. “Damn brat…Why am I worrying so much?” he thought allowed. Sasori crept down the way until he came to Deidara’s door and placed his ear to it.

Pein noticed his presence and completely stopped moving, turning his head toward Deidara giving him a glare. Tears were streaming down his face, he couldn’t even see Pein anymore. His throat was raspy and his wrist was throbbing. He could feel his skin bleeding still, and the pain of it ripping apart. Deidara’s chest heaved as he tried to breath through his...

“PLEASE! SASORI-DANNNA!” Deidara screamed as Sasori bit his neck and nibbled on his ear. “Dammit Danna! un” Deidara pushed Sasori off of him, throwing him to the ground.
“What?” Sasori said innocently. Deidara crawled on top of him. Sasori sat up on the tree a little bit.
“If you won’t get down to it then I will! un” Sasori rubbed Deidara’s thighs softly. He sighed.
“You are the most stubborn uke that I’ve met.” Deidara blushed angrily.
“D-Don’t call me that Danna!” He crossed his arms and pouted. Sasori smirked and took Deidara’s face in his hands, and drug him...

…Sasori started to pull off Deidara’s pants with a smirk.
“Sa-Sasori-Danna un!” Deidara gasped as he felt Sasori slip his pants down past his knees, boxers and all. Then he threw the clothes onto the floor removing his pants as well. Sasori’s cold hands traced Deidara’s legs, up his thighs and around his waist.
“Can you move?” Sasori asked still smiling. Deidara struggled to move his hand. He managed to get his arms halfway into the air before they fell back to the bed. Sasori shook his head at him then smiled an evil grin.
“What is it Sasori-Danna un?” Deidara looked at him...