"If you scream, I'll kill you. I will, Oshigawa." Sasori's voice was cold and contained no emotion. He was pinning Deidara to the ground beneath the bleachers, legs straddling him. The blade he carried in his pocket glinted in the lights from the football field. "So remember that, alright?" He slowly drew down to kiss Deidara, moving his arms so that he was completely pinning the younger boy. Not caring nor noticing the tears streaking down his face, he quickly ripped the orange sash off of his yutaka. The yutaka merely fell to the sides, and Sasori moved it downwards so that the blonde's white boxers were exposed. Running his tounge over his lips, he quickly pulled the boxers down. Sasori himself had already removed his pants, erection throbbing through the front of hs black boxers. He quickly pulled them down so his member was exposed, but no other skin was.
Deidara kept his eyes shut, tears falling down his face. He let out a distressed whimper, trying desperatly not to raise his voice. ...Why was this happening to him? Why... what happend to Sasori? This wasn't the Sasori he had known fifteen minutes earlier. This man was someone completly new. His naked body shivered from the cold, and he bit his lip hard. "S..Sasori... please stop..!" He pleaded softly. "Please stop... stop...!" His voice trailed off, more tears flowing down his face and silent sobs escaped his mouth.
Sasori didn't answer, instead choosing to maunuever himself so that the tip of his throbbing member was placed, glistening with pre-cum, at the his entrance. Sasori gave him one look, as if to give him time to take a breath, then thrusted forward, feeling the friction on him send waves of pleasure through his body. This was going to be quick. He could already feel the familiar pressure building on him, that feeling that made him feel like he was going to explode if he wasn't released - but not yet. He needed to draw this out a bit more, first.
Deidara let out an agrivated cry of pain and distress. He bit his lip harder, trying desperatly not to make noise. His life was on the line as it was, and he found it very dificult to swallow that the one doing this to him was the man he thought he loved. Now... why was he in this situation? He wanted nothing to do with it... he wanted to be free of this. He wanted to be anywhere but here. "S-stop!" He pleaded, gripping the grass tightly. Pain gathered in his lower reigions, growing greater in intensity. "Please... please stop!" He sobbed. "It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Sasori felt no regret towards his actions, and he plunged in again, feeling the pressure build once again. It took around five more thrusts, when the pressure culminated and a white flash exploded in front of his eyes. It took a moment for him to recover. When he finally pulled out, he was panting, his brown eyes steely and cold. He pulled out, remaining quiet. He pulled his boxers up, ran a hand through his hair, and then pulled his pants back on. Making sure his tuxedo was aligned correctly, he merely stared down at Deidara for a moment, then got up and walked away.
Deidara stared up, eyes glazed over and dead. They were a flat grey-blue cover, very different from his normal creaulain blue. His naked body shook, and he tried to curl into a ball. Pain shot through his lower reigons as he attempted this, and he let out a small cry. It turned into many more cries, tinged with pain and distress. "W..why..." He asked himself. "Why did this happen to me...?" He sobbed again, and despite the pain, he managed to curl up in a small ball. "Why, Sasori...? Why...?"