Shinobi Stories
Pinocchio
Sasori x Reader x Deidara
Angst/Smut
"Art is a bang, yeah?"
"Yeah," you sighed, although noncommitally- you were too absorbed in pleasing the blond bomber to really think about what he was saying.
Sasori noticed the faraway gleam in your eyes, but said nothing. He didn't even protest the eternity of true art, the endurance of real beauty. For the first time, he didn't object to his partner's views.
Although they were obviously wrong.
You were proof enough. Your face, although marred by burns and scars, radiated with a certain admirability. And your eyes, although set deep into sleepless sacs and dull with the grief of a missing-nin, were beautiful too. It was clear that, no matter what misfortune befell you, no matter how time distorted your features, you would still be the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes upon.
Yes, your beauty was eternal.
And Deidara was oblivious to it all, too attached to his beasts of clay to notice the affection lingering in the very air you breathed.
Sasori noticed it. The way your eyes took on a love-addled gleam when you saw him. The way your voice gained an affectionate lilt when you said his name. The way you tried to attach yourself to his side with an invisible cord.
Sasori noticed all this and he lapped it up, even though he knew that none of it was directed at him.
"Deidara?" you simpered through those divine lips, "Do you think you could teach me to be an artist like you?"
He looked up briefly, steely grey eyes catching yours, just for a moment, and the disinterested look made the puppet want to hit something, preferably a certain blonde, "Huh, I don't know, un. I don't think you could do it."
"I know I don't have hands like yours, but I could find another way, I swear. I'd-"
The redhead lost a little of his focus there. The way you said that word... you said hands like you were picturing Deidara's running over your body, threading through your hair, pushing away your clothes, licking at skin, pleasuring, tormenting, arousing...
Sasori pushed the image out of his brain, removed it before the bomber shifted and became him, and he would be the one whose name _ was bending over nonexistent deities.
Never mind. He was just a creature of wood. There was nothing attractive about his form, not to you. There was no passion in this empty shell of his.
"I swear, Deidara, I'd work hard. I would do anything for you. Anything."
The image returned. _ against the wall, back bitten by brick, moaning as the kisses trailed down her cheek, down her neck, across her collarbone, as the fingers gently traversed her porcelain thighs.
Sasori busied himself with cutting his poisonous weeds. He thought too much, really, he did. If he could stop being an idiot, just for a second, maybe he could cleanse his brain, his heart and stop tormenting himself with all those unrealistic ideas.
"Ne, Sasori?"
His name on your lips. He was filled with warmth. Usually, you forgot about him. As if he wasn't human enough for you.
He smiled, his eyes, like a doe's, saturated with feeling, "Yes?"
But then you turn away, sun catching your hair and making it look like a blade, "See, Deidara, your partner thinks it'd be great. He thinks that maybe I could be as great as you, someday, maybe."
Deidara raised an eyebrow, "Do you really think so, danna?"
Deidara's art was a lie.
He didn't deserve you.
You were already greater than him.
He didn't care for you.
But Sasori... he... he truly...
"I think it would work."
You and him, it would work.
And he traced a pattern across your cheek and you smiled, you saw that it was art and it was eternal, like his affection for you.
An inhibited fantasy again, unbidden and beautiful, but Sasori knew it would never happen.
Sometimes, he wished he was a real, living, breathing boy.
That somehow, someday, he could be deserving of your love.
And he knew he would wait for you forever.
AN: I don't think I've ever written half-smut before, so I hope it's not too awkward.
I know the whole Sasori/Pinocchio thing is sort of overused, and I apologise for that, but I hope it's alright :)
