This story is the rewritten version of "Oops, I did my stepbrother again" that got taken down during the big smut fic mass murder. I was SO PISSED because I didn't have a SINGLE COPY of it. Ugh. But I got an idea for an actual plot at some point later and decided to start rewriting it.

Now, this is basically a multi-chap smut fic, BUT it will start developing a plot in uh 4 chapters or so, and damn will things get fucked up then. Pun intended.

SO yeah. This is like my present to you for my 16th bday. Which was yesterday. Smutfest for everyone!

Oops, I did my stepbrother again

New version inspired by the Estonian crime show 'Ohtlik Lend' (Dangerous Flight)

Started re-writing thanks to 'U + Ur Hand' by P!nk, coz it put me in a rebellious mood :3

Chapter 1

"Aah, S-s-sasorii – people – AH – are watchiiiing," Deidara pants as Sasori slides in and out of him, pressing him harder against the cold metallic surface of the slide. Sasori emits a moan and squeezes his eyes shut – he is hardly listening – before crashing their lips together. His hand travels up the blond's shirt to play with one of his nipples. Deidara moans right into the kiss and stops thinking.

The playground was full of children, but now all the 5 to 8 year olds are clustered near the swings, staring at the two boys doing something very indecent on everybody's favourite slide. A little girl among them is crying. Two older boys look green. One little boy is pointing a finger at the teens. There are no adults around for the time being.

"S-sasori, I'm – gonna –" Deidara doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Sasori's teeth sink into the flesh on his neck and he arches his back, filling the condom with hot white liquid. Sasori bites all the way down to his collarbone, keeping thrusting in and out until he comes as well.

He slides out and pulls the filled condoms off his and Deidara's cock, throwing them on the ground. He zips up his pants and picks up the can of Monster he'd set in the sand before, taking a few sips while Deidara gets his pants and shirt fixed.

"Sasori, I'm tired," Deidara mutters quietly, standing up. The redhead hands him the can and Deidara takes a sip. "I wanna go home."

Sasori grins. He looks over at the group of kids. A young girl has stepped forward, after having accidentally dropped her plushie on the ground. She bends to pick it up. Sasori uses the chance he's got at separating one little brat from the others and throws the can at her. She gets hit against her head and the drink spills all over her flowery dress. She glances up at the redhead in fear and bursts into tears. All the other kids are too scared to move.

That was all Sasori wanted to see. Satisfied, he jogs over to where he parked his motorcycle that Deidara is already straddling and gets on as well, starting it up. He feels the blond wrap his arms around him and bury his face in his shirt. Sasori smiles. The blond's touch is everything needed to make things perfect as always.

He pulls up in front of a huge two-storey house with a beautiful garden that is decorated by wonderful rose bushes that the lady of the house holds so dear and has gardeners take care of. The motorcycle is parked among three other cars in the garage – a Lamborghini, a Mercedes Benz and a BMW. The Lamborghini is a bright yellow colour – Deidara's favourite, while Sasori prefers the bike himself.

He helps the blond off the bike and plants a quick kiss on his forehead, before walking into the house. The two teens find their parents in the hallway, getting ready for going out. Sasori's mother and Deidara's father, as they once were known. Now they're just 'parents'. Neither of the teens bothers with the prefix 'step-'.

"Hi, darlings!" Mrs. Iwaga greets the youngsters with a bright smile; it's clear she considers both to be her sons. Mr. Iwaga, on the other hand, merely gives a nod at Sasori, who returns it, as a greeting, ignoring the blond teen completely. Deidara ignores everyone, partly hiding behind the redhead.

"We're going out," Mr. Iwaga states the obvious. His short blond hair is combed back – maybe it was stylish during his teenage years? – and he is wearing one of his tailor suits. His wife has long, dark brown hair – Sasori's scarlet red hair must be from the genes he got from her ex-husband – that is curled elegantly and compliments her pale skin and dark eyes. Her choice in clothes for the evening is a light, tight dress with a blue scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Won't be back before dawn," she says with a broad smile. Her attention is diverted by the ringing of her phone in her purse. As she opens it up and goes to rummage through the interior, she murmurs, "So you kids can play your video games, or whatever floats your boat. Don't stay up too late – oh, whatever, you're old enough…" Her words fade away as she finds the mobile and rejects the call, replacing the gadget in the purse.

"Don't burn the house down." Mr. Iwaga's words are supposed to be funny, but there isn't a single trace of humour in his voice – he is completely serious.

Sasori nods absent-mindedly, his hand, shielded from the view of his parents by his body, running up the blond's thigh before finding his hand and pulling him away. Deidara doesn't react in any way; he only steps out of the way and lets his parents to the door. Mrs. Iwaga plants a kiss on both of the teens' heads and follows her husband out of the house to a car.

The second the door closes after them, Deidara turns on his heel and sashays to the living room. In a cupboard he finds an unopened bottle of wine – being raised by a rich parent does leave its marks, such as the boy's taste in drinks. He fetches an opener from the kitchen and, without much thought, pours the liquid into the largest goblet he can find. Taking both the bottle and the goblet with him, he returns to the living room and sinks back on the sofa, enjoying the rich taste of the wine.

Meanwhile Sasori is busy posting a tweet on his smartphone. ("Empty house #FreeDrinks") The word gets around quickly and in less than half an hour, the first guests are knocking on the door. Two hours later, there are people up to the age of 20 all around the house. Some have been considerate enough to bring a few drinks of their own, even though there is no real need – not with the full wine cellar situated in the basement, whose doors Sasori has graciously unlocked.

Deidara is sitting on his private spot on the couch. Despite the crowd surrounding him, he seems isolated with his glass of wine. His dark eye makeup is slightly smudged, but it doesn't seem to bother him. Nothing does. He just sits in the corner, gaze fixed downward.

The only thing that gets a reaction out of him is Sasori sitting down by him. The blond looks up, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips. The redhead leans in and presses his lips against his, shoving his tongue in.

"Hey babe, I made a small bet," he starts, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It is quite obvious that he's drunk already, but the fact doesn't bother the blond.

Deidara raises a questioning eyebrow.

Sasori smirks and locks their lips again, before running his mouth across the cheek of the other, ending up by his ear. He whispers a few words.

Deidara gives the slightest of nods, his face hiding any emotions he may or may not be experiencing at the time.

Sasori pecks him on the lips and turns around. He gives someone a nod and suddenly, there's a lot of cheering. Deidara only partly takes it in; he has no interest in the reason. He puts his glass on the floor by the couch and shifts on his spot, eyes fixed on Sasori who is kneeling in front of him and undoing his pants.

Deidara's hands go to assist. They pull down the zipper, then the jeans and boxers, revealing a cock he felt inside of him mere hours ago. You're a sex maniac, Sasori, he thinks as his hand wraps around the length and tongue licks the base. He takes it in slowly.

The cheering and shouting fall on deaf ears on his part. He doesn't pay attention to anything else than what he is doing. First sucking on the tip, then taking in more and more. A few moans by Sasori are registered by his brain. He keeps sucking, fastening his pace.

Suddenly, he is aware of something else going on – his own jeans being pulled down along with his boxers. Cold hands wrapping around his waist. And then Deidara spits out the cock.

A pained scream is emitted as something hard is pushed into his ass; it is then taken out and slammed right in again. Deidara's cries continue as the action keeps repeating. He looks up at Sasori who gives him a soothing look and caresses his head.

Deidara's cries reduce into gasps. He can still feel someone rocking in and out of him from behind, but he pushes it out of his head. He closes his eyes as Sasori's hand guides his head back to the cock. He takes it in and continues sucking. The length becomes moist again quickly. Soon, the wet tip reaches the blond's throat and is pushed down it.

The someone behind Deidara has increased his speed to match the blond's. It doesn't hurt anymore for Deidara. He doesn't appreciate someone else in him, but his mind is too cloudy to register that thought. It does register the pleasure, though.

Deidara's moans send vibration down Sasori's dick, eventually resulting in a climax. Deidara removes the cock from his mouth and swallows quickly.

The person behind the blond does not stop though. Without anything in his mouth, Deidara's moans are audible again. His own semen tints the couch. The person keeps going.

Deidara cries out loud again and looks up at Sasori who has already zipped up his pants and is pocketing the money won by the bet. The redhead's eyes glance at the blond momentarily.

Deidara feels the cock inside of him being pulled out and it's not thrust in again. The words "Go jack off somewhere else" sound distant; he's not sure whether he did hear them in reality or not. He flips around and falls on his back, pulling up and re-doing his pants.

He senses Sasori starting to leave the couch, but gets his hand around his arm in the nick of time. He refuses to let go and isn't satisfied until the redhead sits back on the sofa. Deidara leans against his chest and reaches out for his glass. Sasori hands it to him. Deidara drinks it up and puts the glass back down. He soon dozes off, hand wrapped around the redhead.

To be continued...