Author's Notes:
Yet another story that I wrote for Catkac…my first time writing what was for awhile an OTP of mine…gotta love Sasodei!
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto a lot of male characters would be jumping each other…and Hinata…o.0
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Aftertaste
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The blond feathered his fingers down his partner's arm, enjoying the smooth feel against the whirls and grooves in the pads of his fingers. Lids half mast, his mane of hair made a large halo around them, and Deidara basked in the fuzzy feeling crawling down his spine. A feeling of contentment curled inside his chest like a cat, purring out a soothingly slow heartbeat.
His back arched off the bed, feet digging into sheets as the poison started to constrict his lungs painfully, a vice grip clenched his heart. Choking noises issued from his mouth, filling the otherwise silent room.
Climbing down from the bed Sasori padded over to his desk littered with gears, wood chippings, and various ingredients.
Sitting down in front of a blank scroll he dipped the brush in the well and his hand started to move swiftly across the page. Characters grew and danced across the page in bold strokes, documenting Deidara's pain.
Setting down his materials he glided across the room toward the man on his bed. Grabbing a fistful of golden hair to stop his experiment's writhing, forcing the antidote down the throat that clenched painfully.
As the tongues lolled out of his hands in exhaustion the ex-nin watched as the other man methodically put away his items like a well oiled machine.
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When that blasted sunlight burnt into his eyelids he was forced awake. Sleepily sitting up the bomber wiped the drool mixed with blood off of the corner of mouth, blinking until his vision cleared and the puppet-master came into view.
"Sasori." he croaked, hand fluttering towards the other, eyes alight with a look shared only between the most intimate of lovers.
Predictably the man pushed the chair backwards, sending it clattering to the floor, and stomped angrily over to another one of his desks to finish another poison of his.
Not expecting a different outcome, yet hoping for one, Deidara flopped back down on the mattress. He bit lip so hard that blood trickled down, making a pool between the veins of his neck.
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Carving through his skin was the delicious feeling of tissues and layers being destroyed, combined with his Danna's touch on his skin.
When the blond was under the influence of one of Sasori's latest concoctions was the only time the other would touch him willingly. It was purely scientific of course, there was nothing hidden in his touches. But he could pretend otherwise…he could imagine that those fingers trailing down his stomach weren't just testing out the firmness, to detect if it had been affected by the poison.
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The taste was the worse, most times.
When his partner was testing out new potions on him, they were usually never cloaked yet…too early in the process or something like that if he remembered correctly.
It wasn't until it was down his throat that he tasted it. Then it would hit him like a ton of bricks, drowning him in the foul taste.
He enjoyed the feel of it sliding down, knowing that the Suna man's eyes were riveted to his being, unblinking and never missing a detail.
It always tasted so sweet at first….no that wasn't the right word…
If he cared to think about it (which most he didn't because he likes to pretend) he would think that Sasori was much like his poisons in their early stages.
(left him with a bitter aftertaste)