A/N: No ownership of Naruto, only this fanfic (prologue).
Sasori had been backed into a corner – literally. "Kisami: unless you want to lose an arm or two, back the fuck off. NOW!" Sasori pushed the man away with chakra threads, forcing him into a backwards stumble.
"I want you – " "Back away, cretin! You're Itachi's fuck buddy, NOT MINE! The closest thing to this BLASPHAMY is that rubbish Deidara…" Sasori froze, and in that instant all was lost. Kisami was upon him, kissing and holding him in a freakishly tender way. And Sasori was responding. Just like the paragraphs Deidara had written on his laptop, down to the very scents and tastes.
Sasori was living a fanfic. From hell.