Headboards and Hard Wood Floors
Chapter One: Sasori is invited to a dinner party with his boss, and is bringing along Deidara as his date. However, Sasori has a surprise planned for his little Deidara that might make the night a bit better.
Pairing: SasoDei, Sasori and Deidara
Warnings: Hard yaoi, kink, swearing, Deidara being a flaming fag...
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Happy Birthday Sasori!
Deidara danced around the bedroom in an unsually good mood. He pushed through his closet, going through his mass of clothing. He owned more clothes then most men, but besides, he was flamingly gay and prided himself in looking good.
He shared a closet with his lover, Sasori, who also lived with him. They had bought an apartment together about a year ago, since they had been serious lovers for some time. Deidara loved Sasori with all his heart, though sometimes, his strange fetishes got a little out of control. He was a huge sadist, chaining Deidara up whenever he could, blindfolding him, making him jerk himself off while Sasori video taped it. Deidara didn't mind, per say, it was just...he wanted a romantic relationship, where his lover bought him flowers and lit candles around their bed when they made love. Unfortunately, romance in this day and age was very hard to find, and Sasori was probably the most unromantic person in the world. He didn't know why they got along so well, but they loved each other through and through, no matter how different they were.
Sasori was the type of person to not care about anything unless there was some sort of benefit for him. So Deidara knew how out of character it was for him to care so much for his blonde lover.
However, tonight Sasori had decided to surprise Deidara. He had a business dinner planned by his boss. He worked in the movie business; he designed buildings and scenery for movies, and if they used puppets, Sasori was your man. He sculpted and created wooden puppets for fun, which usually ended up under the bed or in the closet, gathering dust. The ones Deidara really liked stayed in their room, on a chair or on the wall or something. Deidara liked flaunting Sasori's work, to make him feel appreciated. Sasori didn't have much of a social life…
So when Sasori came to him asking for a date for this dinner party, Deidara had excitedly agreed. Sasori never took him out on real dates! He certainly wouldn't have survived on his own, forced to make small talk and contribute to the conversation. But with Deidara, being a friendly, social butterfly, he wouldn't have to say much.
Deidara smiled at himself, so happy that Sasori was finally taking him somewhere. Sasori was just finishing up with work right about now, and would be home soon. He probably wouldn't dress up, but Deidara would. He had already taken a two hour shower, and was flitting around the bedroom in only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Water dripped onto the floor from his long blonde hair, which he planned to style accordingly without making himself look too girly. He didn't know how Sasori's boss would react to such a gay man. Sasori had told him before that his boss knew he was gay, but had never introduced him and Deidara.
Almost giggling with delight, he paired different types of outfits on the bed. He loved getting dressed for things and getting all dolled up for a special occasion. Because his hair was so long and thick, he could do pretty much anything with it. And he loved it.
He started thinking of all the things he could do to Sasori's hair. It was short and blood red; not the most attractive color, but Deidara could make it look good.
Humming to himself, he took the towel and dried his hair. As he did so, the door opened and closed, signaling Sasori's return.
Deidara dropped the towel and leapt into the living room, jumping on Sasori and hugging him tightly.
"Deidara, you're naked…" Sasori mumbled, leaving his hands awkwardly at his sides.
"I'm so excited!" Deidara squealed, letting go of Sasori and sliding around the kitchen in his bare feet. "Please dress in something nice. Remember that suit your grandmother bought you that you never wore? I think that looks really good on you and I--" Sasori silenced him with an intense kiss, quieting Deidara immediately. He leaned into the kiss, tasting Sasori's familiar taste. He still smelled of paint and parchment paper from work, but there was that Sasori scent that Deidara had come to love. Sasori was usually very neat and clean. The only time he really unleashed and got dirty was during sex.
Ohh, he's such an animal!
When they finally broke apart, Deidara quickly grabbed Sasori's hand and dragged him back into the bedroom. He threw the redhead on the bed and studied him. Sasori's eyes wandered absentmindedly to Deidara's naked torso, and Deidara stopped his scrutiny to chuckle softly.
He got up on the bed and sat cross-legged in front of Sasori, reaching into a drawer on their bedside table and grabbing a bottle of body lotion. He handed it to Sasori while he rubbed some more lotion on his long legs.
"Rub some on my back," Deidara told him.
"Why?" Sasori asked this, but was already squirting some into his hand. It was a thick pink that smelled like strawberries. He kneaded it into Deidara's bony shoulders.
"I want to smell good."
"You're skin is so soft anyway…" Sasori stopped the massage for a moment to nuzzle Deidara's shoulder gently.
"Thanks…" Deidara blushed. Sasori didn't give compliments often, even to Deidara. He wondered if there was something suspicious going on here…
"What should I wear?" He asked. Sasori's head traveled lower until he was pressing his fingers into Deidara's lower back, making him shiver slightly.
"Something sexy," he purred.
"Sasori!" Deidara pouted. "Be serious. I want to look good for your boss."
"You know, you don't have to get all bent out of shape. It's just dinner."
"Yes, but with your boss! I don't want his thinking your lover is some creepy fruit who doesn't have a sense of style!"
"My boss is an asshole..."
"Sasori!"
"Alright, alright…how about those black pants and the white button up shirt?"
"I like that shirt, but black and white is so tacky." Sasori shook his head.
"Okay, then what about the gray jeans? They look dressy."
"Yeah! That would look nice." Sasori massaged Deidara's muscles a little more, than slid his finger through Deidara's cheeks. He squeaked in surprise. "Sasori! You pervert!"
"I've been away from you all day, Deidara."
"If we have sex now, we'll be late to dinner. And besides, I won't be able to walk properly all night!" Sasori leaned forward and nipped softly at Deidara's neck.
"Come on, it'll be quick."
"I said no!" Deidara got up and snatched the body lotion from Sasori's hand. He took some boxers from a drawer and pulled them on, aware of Sasori's gaze on him. Even though exactly what Deidara needed was a quickie, he was determined to pretend he actually had some sense of dignity...
Deidara was just about to button up his shirt when Sasori lunged for him, grabbing his waist and tackling him to the bed.
"Sasori!" Deidara smacked Sasori's shoulder, trying to push him off. But Sasori was stronger, despite his age and obvious height difference. He hurriedly pulled off Deidara's boxers and threw them on the ground, forcing his legs into the air. "Sasori, I mean it! Stop!" Sasori paid no attention. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a toy Deidara recognized only too well. "Sasori, I swear to god!"
Sasori still said nothing, but his expression was extremely amused. He pinned Deidara's wrists down with one hand, using the other hand to touch the thick, rounded toy to Deidara's entrance. He hissed as the spongy material automatically expanded against the feel of puckered flesh. It was a long vibrator with a string attached to pull it out at the host's wish. A switch lay on the bed, a discreet black with a small button on it. Sasori could turn the vibrator on and off whenever he wanted.
Deidara cried out as the toy was pushed deeper inside of him until it was almost impossible to see, blending in with the color of his skin. Sasori leaned back to admire his work.
"You are to wear this throughout the entire dinner," he ordered.
"What!?" Deidara exclaimed, attempting to sit up, but the vibrator pressed up against his insides, and he moaned despite his anger. "I won't do it! This is out of the question! I can go through an entire party with this damn thing inside me!"
"Oh yes you will." Sasori stood up and smoothed out his shirt, casually picking up a brush to untangle his mussed up hair.
"Sasori! Y-you're…you're…" Deidara couldn't defend himself. He had to admit, the vibrator felt good after he got used to it. Of course, Sasori had used this as merely child's play; Deidara was used to huge, thick, ridged dildos and catheter-like tubes that were pushed into his penis to make it hard to come. He was used to cock rings and blindfolds, handcuffs and nipple clips…but still! He couldn't go to a professional dinner party with a goddamn vibrator inside him!
He couldn't say anything more. He expected something like this, since Sasori had been acting very "unSasori-ish" ever since he invited Deidara to go with him. And here was the big finale.
He didn't even try to grab the switch, though it was lying right next to him. Sasori gave him time to adjust, and soon, Deidara did. The feel of the slick, hard thing inside him excited him greatly, and he closed his eyes, trying to remind himself that this was bad, and he shouldn't be enjoying it. But though he thought this, after all the preparation he gone through to make this night perfect, he couldn't help but to love the stimulation. He was, after all, used to this. His body had grown accustomed to Sasori's harsh treatment, and eventually, he grew to like it - no - love it. It was extremely embarrassing, but that was what Sasori had done to him. He loved Sasori more than his body could allow, and he knew that once he started walking, the movement of the vibrator inside him would give him an erection no matter what.
Somehow, this excited him even more. His dick started to twitch, and he hissed at himself. He heard Sasori chuckle, but he didn't need to open his eyes to know Sasori was watching him intently. Deidara gripped the sheets as his cock soon rose to form a complete, red, throbbing erection. He was easily excited, Sasori knew that. With just a few kisses, Deidara was reduced to a slobbering mess of arousal. Sweat dripped down his face, melting the powder he had dabbed on his cheeks to hide his paleness. Only girls wore makeup…yeah right.
As the minutes went on, Deidara started to calm down long enough to stand up. As soon as he did, he felt his thighs convulse with the pressure of the toy between them. He gasped in pleasure, and Sasori chuckled again.
He liked being submissive to Sasori, that's why he was the uke. He admitted that he had become a bit of a masochist himself after everything he had done. He glanced over at Sasori, who was looking at him with amused eyes, his cheeks only slightly dusted with a blush. Sasori was very good at hiding how aroused his felt; his expressions were almost always emotionless. But Deidara knew him well enough to see past the mask and understand all the emotions under the surface.
"This is interesting," Deidara managed to laugh. He was already over everything he had done before Sasori came home. This was why they were together! He loved the surprises and unexpected turns that came with their topsy-turvy relationship. He couldn't go a day without excitement, and Sasori made sure that he never did.
"Go get dressed."
They arrived at the dinner party not too early but not too late, like Deidara had requested. Sasori promised to be on his best behavior tonight, not his usual icy, antisocial self. Deidara pretended to look mad, but he was really very energized about the turn of events. Deidara had dressed very nicely and formally, but that didn't matter when you looked at his face. His cheeks were obviously red, ruby against his moonlit angel skin. His baby blue eyes were glazed, as if he was flying in his own little world, instead of reality.
Sasori held his hand as they walked to the restaurant where the dinner would take place; Deidara really appreciated that. Sasori didn't like showing his emotions, especially in public. When he was around people, having to participate in social conversation, he kept his face calm and certain, answering everything with the same tone of voice, keeping his eyes level, his mouth straight. Deidara knew that was just how he was. He usually relaxed a little bit when he was alone with Deidara, but never as much as the blonde himself. During their messy sex, Deidara was a beast. Moaning and screaming his lungs out, not caring if anyone heard. He was extra-sensitive, so he usually came a few times in one round. But he always managed to get it up again.
They went to their table, where a few others were already gathered. Sasori greeted them all, then pushed Deidara in front of him. The blonde shyly nodded at him, making sure to keep his charm up.
"This is Deidara," Sasori introduced him. "He's my date tonight." Deidara's heart swelled at how Sasori referred to him. He never liked revealing things about himself, so telling his boss and his coworkers that he had taken his gay lover to dinner as a "date" was like the freaking apocalypse. Deidara wished he could throw his arms around Sasori and hug him to death, but he kept his cool.
He introduced Deidara to his boss next, who was rather cold looking. He didn't smile at the blonde when he shook his hand and said it was a pleasure to meet him. Deidara felt a little insulted at his frosty disposition; it was even worse than Sasori! He applauded Sasori for dealing with him every day.
They sat down and the talking began. Deidara talked freely, glad that the other workers liked his friendliness. Sasori put his word in when needed.
Then, in the middle of a conversation about who knows what, Deidara felt it.
The vibrator came to life, buzzing against him like an earthquake. He was barely able to quiet his cry by chomping down on his lip. He glared at Sasori, who just smiled. Deidara glanced under the table and saw his hand in his pocket, his finger on the switch of the vibrator.
Thankfully, nobody noticed the interruption, so Deidara pretended nothing had happened. He jumped back into the conversation.
But then, Sasori decided to go a step higher.
He turned the switch up, and a more powerful vibration shuddered through Deidara's body. This time, he squeaked out loud. He hurriedly covered his mouth, but the others had already noticed.
"Are you alright?" A girl asked.
"Yes, Deidara, is something wrong?" Sasori added. Deidara didn't move. If he shot Sasori a furious look, people would get suspicious.
"Um…no, just…thought I saw a spider," Deidara said lamely.
"There would be no spiders here," Sasori said. "It's such a high end restaurant."
"Right…sorry Sasori." Deidara swallowed all the things he wanted to spit at Sasori and hoped everyone would forget the incident. But he knew it wasn't over. Sasori wouldn't stop until everything had been done to the extreme.
The night continued. Sasori gave Deidara freedom until their appetizers were finished, and then he started up again.
This vibration felt like Sasori was inside him himself, pounding so hard into him, it rattled his bones.
He moaned and forced his head down, drawing all the attention to him. He blushed fiercely, muttering 'sorry' again. He didn't look up until all the eyes had left him. Everyone probably though Deidara was a freak now, for crying out in the middle of dinner. He wondered if they would think Sasori was an idiot for picking Deidara as a partner, but if Sasori was so willingly abusing him, he must not have been worried. It wasn't like Deidara would ever meet this people again, and even if he did, they wouldn't know the true, dirty reason behind his outbursts.
Dinner went on.
All throughout the meal, Sasori sporadically flipped the switch, giving Deidara short, frantic bursts of pleasure. His squeaks were short and shrill, and every time, Sasori's coworkers would turn their heads in confusion. Some gave him weird looks, like they wished he would just stop it already and let them enjoy their dinner. But mostly, they were just amused looks, as if they were looking at a monkey balancing a glass ball on his tail.
Sasori kept his composure, but Deidara could see just how much he was loving this. The small smile in the corner of his lip told Deidara everything he needed to know.
Deidara's erection had sprung up long ago, pressing up against his pants, creating friction he wished he could increase. He was glad that that table covered up the enormous bulge there, or they would surely start questioning him.
His hand itched to touch himself, to rub his cock until it burst. He imagined himself doing it, just standing up and pulling down his pants in front of everyone. He imagined himself stroking himself while they others gasped at his lewd actions. He imagined moaning and screaming, then having Sasori stand up with him and help him rub one out. He imagined Sasori kissing his neck and biting his ear while mindlessly stroking his dick, flinging precum onto the food. He imagined coming, violently spurting fluid onto his face and moaning Sasori's name.
"Deidara…"
He imagined Sasori reaching into his pants to jerk himself off after watching Deidara. He imagined getting on his knees and sucking his lover off, Sasori pulling at his hair and digging his fingernails into the silky blonde locks. He imagined Sasori coming into his mouth in long streams, throwing his head back, his blood red hair falling into his eyes, matted with sweat.
"Deidara." He imagined-
"Deidara!!" Deidara came back into reality, shaking his head to focus back on the dinner. Sasori was staring at him. He had been calling Deidara's name for a while, trying to get his attention. All the workers turned to look at him strangely, disbelief showing on their faces: how could Sasori bring such a fucktard to this dinner!?
Deidara blushed again, his face heating up with embarrassment. He must have looked so stupid, gazing into nothingness unblinking, while Sasori constantly shouted his name.
Finally, he had had enough.
He stood up, making sure to turn his torso away from the table. Even in his dark gray pants that hung slightly off his skinny frame, the twitching bulge was blaringly obvious.
"Sasori…" He realized his voice was shaking. "Can you please show me where the bathroom is?"
"Sure." Sasori put his napkin on the table and stood up. He did the same as Deidara, turning his body to the side. Deidara almost laughed out loud as he noticed Sasori's crotch mimicked his own. Sasori was unnaturally big, even without it enlarging with hot, juicy, semen…
Deidara shook his head and hurried away from the table. As if glad the bizarre pair had left, the table started talking more freely and relaxed. Deidara couldn't give a fuck.
He grabbed Sasori's hand, making him go faster as they went to the bathroom. Deidara knew where the bathroom was, but he couldn't think of anything else to say that would excuse them both. He wasn't about to go into the restroom and jerk off by himself; where was the fun in that?
The men's room had many stalls, so to make sure no one would disturb them, Deidara locked the door. Even though the door had a lock, nobody was supposed to lock it. It was a public bathroom, after all. But any men who needed to pee where just going to have to wait.
When they entered the clean, spacious bathroom, Deidara immediately shoved Sasori against the wall and kissed him aggressively. Sasori responded well, forcing his tongue into Deidara's mouth and lapping at his own tongue. Moaning with satisfaction, Deidara pressed their tongues together, conducting a magnificent, exciting dance. Deidara melted against Sasori, so the redhead had to hold him up to keep him from falling over. He was so relieved to finally get that kiss, to release all his pressure onto his lover, who would surely not disappoint.
When they finally pulled apart for air, a string of saliva connected their lips. It broke and slapped onto to Deidara's chin, but he didn't try to wipe it off.
"Oh Sasori…" He gasped. "I was imagining us doing this." Sasori's expression told him he had figured it out. "I imagined jerking off, right in front of your friends. Then I sucked you off and you came down my throat." Sasori grunted, telling him to continue as he bent his head forward to suck on Deidara's neck. He inhaled sharply as sharp teeth pierced his sensitive flesh. Sasori sucked harshly, drawing blood. Deidara continued dirty talking to him. Though Deidara looked innocent and angelic, he could talk dirty like nobody could.
"You were so hot and throbbing," Deidara whispered, grabbing Sasori's shoulders to keep himself steady. "Your dick is so huge, and you touched yourself like an animal. You moaned and screamed, and I licked you good." Sasori bit down harder, making Deidara stop his speech and cry out.
Sasori impatiently removed Deidara's shirt, pulling away for one second before lunging again. He trapped a pink, pert nipple between his teeth, rolling it around on his tongue and biting softly. He pinched the other one with his fingers.
"You…" Deidara murmured. "Undress too. I want…to see your body." Sasori more than happily agreed. He gracelessly shed his shirt, throwing it to the floor, then unbuttoning his pants and letting that and his underwear fall to his ankles. Deidara nearly moaned at the very sight of Sasori's cock, red and pulsing, standing straight against his stomach. The tip was dark and dripping precum; his red pubic hair was matted with it.
"Watch me now," Deidara said, and stood in front of Sasori. He stripped slowly and sensually for his lover; he first undid his belt, letting it slide from his torso like ribbon. He folded it and snapped it, cracking it through the air like a whip. Sasori licked his lips.
Next, Deidara slid his pants down teasingly. He moved his hips like a whore, hooking his fingers in his belt loops. After they had pooled at his ankles, he kicked them off as if he was dancing. He was wearing tight boxer shorts, the contours of his erection outlined so beautifully against the fabric. He rubbed himself softly, letting out a quiet moan. He dipped his finger into the front band and pulled it down, giving Sasori a quick glance of his soft blonde pubic hair. Sasori always admired that, much to Deidara's confusion. It was just hair, same as on his head. But Sasori loved to run his fingers through it, as if he was stroking a dozen down feathers.
Deidara reached his finger between his legs and grabbed the string connecting to the vibrator. He pulled it out swiftly, creating a loud, squelching noise. It fell to the ground with a buzz, dragging thick fluid with it.
Sasori growled at Deidara, ordering him to get on with it. Deidara knew he was right; they couldn't stay in here too long. Eventually, a line would gather at the door and the guests at the table they had left would be wondering why they were taking so long in the bathroom.
Determined to make this just as good as any time, Deidara sensually leaned over the sink, showing his round, plump ass for Sasori to gawk at. He turned the faucet on and soaked his hands before running them through his hair. Glistening drops scattered through blonde strands, dripping down his back and making him shiver.
"Hurry up," Deidara huffed, "and fuck me!" Sasori leapt forward and spanked Deidara's ass. Deidara cried out in delicious pain, feeling a purplish bruise develop on his cheek. Sasori got to his knees and spread the pillowy cheeks, revealing the puckered hole he desired. It was twitching with need, opening up for Sasori. He leaned in and touched the tip of his tongue to it, making Deidara throw his head back as tingling sparks coursed through his veins. Sasori didn't hesitate to shove his tongue into the hole, pressing his face into the white globes so he could descend deeper. He thrust his tongue in and out, symbolizing penetration. Deidara forced his ass backwards, making Sasori's tongue go even further inside him. He groaned, muffled by pale skin, discreetly reaching down to touch the throbbing piece of flesh between his legs. Deidara saw him through the mirror and gripped the sink counter until his knuckles turned white. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before.
"S-Sasori, if you don't hurry, I'm gonna c-come right now!" Sasori pulled away, licking stray liquid from his lips. He spit onto his hand and lubricated his cock quickly, standing up again behind Dediara.
Deidara saw Sasori's expression through the mirror, and he couldn't hold back a moan. His look was complete euphoria, his lips parted as he breathed in the musty air.
"Hurry!" Deidara yelled, and Sasori sheathed himself inside Deidara in one shallow thrust. Deidara screamed, forgetting himself for a moment. He loved when Sasori did it all at once. It was like jumping into an ice cold lake. If you do it all at once, you'll get used to the cold easier, but if you take each step slowly, the cold seeps through you too heavily.
Sasori's cock was huge, and he was already nudging Deidara's prostate without even moving. He had his hands on Deidara's hips, pressing his thumbs deep into the bony limbs. Deidara wriggled impatiently, and Sasori pulled out until only the head remained in Deidara's tight channel. Then, he thrust back in.
Deidara was pushed forward so his forehead touched the mirror. His breath fogged up the glass, so Sasori couldn't see his ecstasy.
Without spending too much time letting Deidara adjust, Sasori built up a pace. Deidara would have liked to take it slow and drink in all the wonderful flavors, but he knew it had to be quick. Miraculously, Sasori knew how to satisfy him entirely in just a few minutes. His rhythm increased to nearly an unfathomable pace, until Deidara's very insides burned with the pressure. His muscles were spread, his length stimulated, everything was just on fire. Sasori was so thick and hard inside him, hardly fitting in Deidara's clamping entrance. Every time he thrust, Sasori's bangs would brush his eyes, sending beads of sweat onto Deidara's back.
He hadn't heard anyone knocking on the door, so that must have meant nobody was there yet. He didn't know how long they had been there, but it was probably longer than the time needed to go to the bathroom. Deidara didn't care.
"Fuck!" Deidara moaned, his hand flying to his member, pumping madly to induce his orgasm. He could feel Sasori leaking precum inside him, trembling as he came close to his peak. "Sasori, I'm so close!"
"Me too! Deidara, tell me how you feel!" Sasori groaned as Deidara clamped down on him again. His muscles were twitching and quivering, showering Sasori's cock in so many sensations.
"I feel so good!" Deidara exclaimed. "It f-feels so good, it hurts! I-I can't take it anymore! Come inside m-me Sasori! F-fill me up!"
"Deidara…!" Sasori gritted his teeth in one last moan before releasing. His dick jerked as semen shot from it, squirting it deep inside Deidara.
Feeling Sasori fill him, complete him with his life-giving juices, Deidara couldn't hold on any longer. He came violently, bursting onto the white countertop and on the mirror. It slid down in milky rivulets, making the bathroom reek of sex.
Despite how fast it had been done, they both came in massive amounts. Deidara couldn't care less if the cum stained his clothes or never washed off the mirror. All he cared about was Sasori, with him right now. He felt whole when Sasori was inside of him, connecting them on intimate levels that even married couples rarely reached. It was such an unbelievable feeling, Deidara couldn't possibly compare it to anything.
After they had both faded from their elated high, Sasori pulled out with a popping sound. Cum flowed out of the red hole, dribbling down Deidara's thighs.
Deidara dropped his head onto the sink, panting heavily. Sasori took a paper towel and wet it with warm water, bringing it to Deidara's legs and tenderly cleaning him of the thick puddles of sperm. Deidara sighed happily, relaxing his body and letting Sasori show his affection for him in that simple gesture.
When they were both cleaned up, they redressed, preparing themselves to go back to the dinner. Fortunately, hardly any cum had splattered onto the clothes, and the spots that were there were easily covered up with a jacket.
"Wow," Deidara giggled, kissing Sasori on the cheek. "That was great. Somehow, this dinner just got better." Sasori kissed him back.
"I agree. Now, let's go back to the table before they send a search party for us." Deidara nodded and followed him out. Just in time, a man was walking towards the bathroom. Won't he be in for a surprise when he saw all the cum on the floor!
When they returned, all the others started badgering them about where they had been. The lovers waved it off. Sasori apparently didn't care what his coworkers thought of him, but Deidara caught him glancing at his boss. He didn't say anything, he didn't ask any questions. In fact, he was smiling. Deidara wondered if he had guessed what happened.
"Why did it take you so long just to go to the bathroom?" A woman asked irritably, as if their "rudeness" was personally affecting her.
Deidara and Sasori shared a brief look, laced with amusement and fulfillment.
"We couldn't find it," Deidara explained lightly. The others murmured their disbelief, but said nothing more.
Then, the same woman spoke up again, her voice shocked, with a hint of…was it envy?
"Oh my god, is that a hickey!?"
A/N: ^^ Sorry for adding yet another story, but I can't help it! I had a burst of inspiration...
I love redheads...it is the most attractive color in the history of forever. So don't yell at me for not calling it attractive XD Deidara is...gay. I wanted to make him as lacy as possible, because that's how I see Deidara. All bright and girly. So...
Anyway!
Please give me requests! It can be yaoi, hentai, fluff, any Naruto pairing you want! I'd like to give everyone what they want!! :D Thank you!
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The Cupcake Monster