Title: Danna
Rating: PG-13
Realm: Naruto
Pairing/Characters: Deidara, Sasori
Genre: Romance/humor
Warnings: Innuendo, innuendo and once again - innuendo
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Summary: Deidara didn't like pain... even though, if his Danna would give it to him he would endure it.
Notes: Written for my sister Acio
"Danna!"
The title was nothing more than a breathless whisper, the syllables stretched out so that they sounded more like duh - unnnh - ah!
Peach-colored lips parted, a tongue slipping out to briefly wet his lips before biting down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from gasping out.
Deidara leaned his sweaty forehead deeper into the pillow; the long unbound tresses of golden hair falling all around his head so that it shielded the torrent of emotions that circled in his one blue-gray eye. The long expressive fingers that usually had remnants of clay tucked into the fingernails had long since gone to almost desperately clutch at the cotton of the bed-sheet he lay on.
"Relax. It will only hurt more if you continue to tense up."
The voice came from right behind him, so close that he should have felt the warm breath on his neck, had Sasori still been human. The voice still caused shivers to run down his arms and bare back.
Deidara managed a curt nod, his unbound hair moving with the gesture and spilling down his back in the motion, and a cool hand removed the strands so that there was nothing but the milky pale of his back. If his Danna wanted him to relax - then he would try his best to relax.
But although Sasori was as careful and gentle as he could be it still hurt, and Deidara couldn't help the small jerks he made.
The hand on his bare hip tightened to an almost painful hold, reminding Deidara of that he had been told to stay perfectly still.
And for a few minutes Deidara managed to stay still, before a sharp gasp gasp left his mouth as an unexpected feeling registered in his nervous-system. Without meaning to he shifted his position, earning him a low, warning growl from the redhead.
Deidara - despite the vocalized orders from his Danna - continued to gasp, move and when he couldn't hold it back cry out until that after a long time Sasori moved away, a somewhat pleased look on his face.
If Sasori noticed the heaving gasps for air from the blonde whose head still was buried into the pillow he showed nothing of it.
Reaching for a cloth he cleaned up Deidara and himself, then let a wooden finger gently trace the area from the right shoulderblade, down the spine and to the small of the back and then up the curve of the left buttock, where it paused.
Giving a curt nod more to himself than to anyone else he picked up the blanket that had been pushed into a corner of the bed and spread it over the blonde's bare form, then he rose to walk to his own bed where he settled down to read a book about the latest theories about how puppetry could be used in battles.
"Thank you," came a muffled voice from the pillow.
Sasori barely glanced at the half-covered naked form - already focused on the book he was reading.
"Don't mention it," Sasori mumbled. "However... the next time you decide to go out fighting against sword-wielders and end up injured you will have to go to Kakuzu."
The blonde flipped over to lie on his side, but froze halfway through the motion when the stitches stretched painfully. Finally he settled on laying on his stomach as before, head propped up to rest on his arms as he watched his Danna.
"Hai, Sasori no Danna."
Though Sasori's words were serious enough Deidara knew.
Sasori would never let anyone touch Deidara but him.
Owari
AN: I have no idea WTF I just wrote - but I had an image of a naked Deidara on his stomach whispering "Danna!" which wouldn't leave me alone.