Hell Frozen Rain.
Chapter one.
The blank box was the worst sight he had ever seen; no. It wasn't blank inside the box on his computer was his own messages sent one after the other. He was pathetic waiting and hoping that the other would answer just one of them.
PuppetMaster: Hello.
PuppetMaster: Deidara
PuppetMaster: I'll be leaving for school soon... I just wanted to tell you.
It was almost like he didn't care, he never talked to the red head anymore. Had he done something to upset the blond; god if only. Than at least he would know why the other insisted on being absent in his life at such a time. He was going to be gone soon... did their four year friendship mean so little?
Clicking on the messenger once more he looked at the top of his list, in it's own category away from everyone else.
ArtIsABang-On-line.
The word On-line flashed. It was teasing him, telling him that the other; the one person who he would jump off a bridge for if it would make him look at him was their but had not the slightly care to take a moment to type anything back.
He felt so alone, hallow; he thought that if you put your ear to his chest you could hear the ocean.
That blond, Sasori remember when he first meet him. He was a quiet nobody. No one talked to him or even gave him a second glace, but he had. Taking the blond under his wing he taught him everything he knew about the world and in return the blond left him how Sasori had found him.
Ironic...
Now in some twisted turn of fate the red head was trapped in a never ending hell. It had to be, to be ignored and left out of the one person he loved more than anythings life? Yes this was his hell and soon he would sink deeper in the form of leaving the blond all together.
To travel a five stares away to some whare new. He'd be to busy with school and the people he would be trapped in his dorm with to even think back on the blond.
"Deidara.." the name felt forming and tainted coming from his mouth. He had done so many bad things, some his secert love would never know.
Forgive.
He never would be able to forgive himself for pulling the poor younger into the life he had made his home, so he kept it all a dark secert. From his grandmother, his love and himself. He blocked out most the things that had happen on his late night raid.
Turning off his screen the red head sunk into the darkness, he hated the light.
Crazy as it may seem he even went out of his way to put tin foil on the windows to block out the sun. What can he say he had a night life.
Removing himself from his computer chair he walked over to his bed whare he flopped down, rolling onto his back he stared up at the ceiling.
"Deidara"
Sitting up with a jerk he began to strip himself of his clothes, it had become something he found himself doing every night.
Thoughts of the blond would haught him and he would be forced to take his lust and desire into his own hand, he knew he would never feel the blonds hands on his body but he could imagine.
Closing muddy brown orbs he picture the other above him running one of those skilled hands down his chest he's pinch and pull on the short of the two's nipples until they whare rosy red and hard.
He would taunt his danna and take the abused bud into his mouth to sooth the pain he had caused. The sexy smirk he always wore would be present even in a time like this, Sasori could almost feel the other smirking against his chest. He had a very strong imagination.
Trailing his hand lower to his erected staff the male took it into his hand and began to stroke, turning his head to the side he bit into his pillow to muffle the sound of his moans.
"Don't do that Danna I want to hear you; Hear what I'm doing to you" and the red head did he through his head back and moan loudly. He could. His grandmother was so deaf she would never hear.
"Ha...Ha" he panted.
Thumbing the slit roughly he arched his back and cried out, that was always a sensitive spot on him.
"D..Deidara .. so good" he gasped while taking two finger form his left hand into his mouth.
"That's right get them nice and wet for me, we don't want to tear that tight little ass of yours" moving the now slick fingers to his back end he forced the two inside roughly.
"AHH" a scream this time, that had actually hurt but he didn't stop, he couldn't. Because it wasn't his finger inside of his small body it was the blonds.
"P..please" using his right hand to stroke his red swollen cock again he bite his lip hard enough to draw blood, if deidara want him to cry and moan like a good uke he would have to work him body harder.
He wanted to hold out make the blond work for those sexy nosies he loved so much but the basted had hit his prostate and all hell broke loose for red; his back arched his eye flew open and the image of the blond over him, pleasuring him was gone.
But he didn't mind he was to far gone at the moment he just want the cork swrew inside his lower hald to release before he pulled out his hair.
By the time he finally was just over the cliff and about to fall he was panting so hard the poor puppet lover felt liek he was suffocating but he couldn't stop he had to go over. Forcing his lower half down harder on his two..wait no three when did he put three in there? Never mind who cares.
He was right thier it was almost just a little more and-
"AHHH DEIDARA!" falling back on his bed Sasori worked on getting his breath in control before he placed his hand on his stomach only to jerk it back when it meet his seeds. The act was fun and all but the feeling after to have his own juices cooling on his tummy and thigh was not.
"If you, if you could return don't let it burn don't let it fade" opening his eye a crack the spent boy weakly grabbed his phone.
Deidara- Sorry I was talking to my mom about crap, talk to you tomorrow bye.
Laughing at the message red dropped the phone down on the bed.
"Pathetic" he mumbled to himself before standing and walking into the bathroom. Looking at himself he shook his head in disgusted.
'Deidara would never want a person like me, angels should never play with demons' with the though in mind Sasori stared himself a bath.