Sasori closed the door behind him, walking in from outside. Flicking his burnt-out cigarette on the carpet, he walked up the stairs into the kitchen. Hmm. There wasn't any food on the table. And the whore wasn't there. Walking calmly into the bedroom, he spotted the blonde. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he whirled him around, then very quickly backhanded him. Looking down at him, he merely said, "Maybe if you'd practiced making dinner before I came home, this wouldn't happened."

Deidara cringed, reaching up and touching his cheek lightly. "I... I'm sorry, Sasori..." His voice quivered. He slowly stood back up, avoiding Sasori's gaze. "We didn't have much stuff left, so I tried to get to the store... but..." He trailed off, knowing that his excuses didn't mean anything to Sasori anymore. He shook slightly, waiting for what was comming next.

Sasori blinked, cold brown eyes staring at him. "...you are a worthless tool to me, Deidara. And-" he grabbed the blonde's arm roughly, looking at him. "I'm giving you to the count of three to look at me. One. Two. Three-" He stoppped when Deidara looked at him. "Good...now...we'll order out again, I presume. I'm getting Chinese; I don't care if that's what you want or not. Is that clear to you?"

Deidara nodded, trying not to look away. When Sasori let go of his arm, he looked down at the faded tan carpet. "I'm sorry, Sasori... T-tommorow, I'll make fried rice with chicken... I know you like that..." He mumered, hoping that Sasori wouldn't hit him anymore.

Sasori nodded slowly. "Good. I hope you remember that. But for now, as punishment..." His eyes glinted. "You're going to pleasure me for a bit." Pushing Deidara onto the bed, he quickly straddled him. "And you better not make any noise this time."

Deidara's eyes widend, and he opend his mouth to protest. "N... no, Sasori... please, not tonight..." He begged. "Please, leave me alone..." He tried to move away, sitting up some. "Please... please, no..." He knew that protesting would lead to him getting hit - and he was willing to take that risk. "I could... please don't..." He didn't want to think about what could happen. Especially not with Sasori.

Sasori sighed, then hit Deidara in the face, slightly softer than the backhand. "I don't give a shit what you want. And if...that...happens, then I'll just rip the little shit from your body. I don't care how much it hurts." And with that, he sunk his face hungrily onto Deidara's.