((So I guess someone got a little…offended? by this story, and posted some shit about it on Tumblr…so here's chapter 2! I plan on making them just as…OOC as I can, because this is my fiction that I'm writing for my wifey (and of course, whoever else wants to partake in its 'debauchery'). Surely I won't let two little fourteen-year-olds ruin my fun, ne? Enjoy! ~ ))
Deidara was in heaven. Scratch that…heaven couldn't even be this good. He was lying in Sasori's arms, his head resting in the junction of the man's neck and shoulder. He was drifting somewhere between sleep and consciousness. His Danna's grip on him was tight, and protective. He felt so safe. He turned to look up into Sasori's doll-like eyes.
"Danna…what made you…want to do that with me? What's made you like this? You used to be so cold and distant. Threatening to kill me…to turn me into one of your…" He sat up and looked at one of the unfinished puppets that lay across Sasori's work bench. He swallowed nervously. "Creations…"
Sasori shifted, gazing down at the blonde boy in his arms. He really didn't have an answer to his question. He didn't quite know why he changed his feelings towards the boy. Could it have been the way Deidara fought so vehemently about the nature of his art? Or perhaps it was how spunky the blonde was, always in such a scrappy mood. It could be, in all actuality, the fact that Sasori had this sneaking suspicion that if he let the blonde in, he would never leave. And he needed that. He needed someone to finally, always be there. Sasori pulled the blonde into his lap, causing him to smile and curl up in his wooden arms.
"Listen, I'm only going to say this once. I've always been alone. You know that. You heard my story, brat. My parents…well you know what happened. That's why I became so obsessed with my puppets. They would never leave me. They were eternal…humans died. Humans would leave me, cold and alone, just how I was when Mother and Father died. But you…I have a feeling you won't leave. You're so obsessive…so determined. But you're the type to die young, Deidara. Although…I would rather have been with you, even if it's for a short time, than not be with you at all and regret the time we never spent together." He felt like a sap, spilling his feelings like this. But it had to be said. He looked down at the boy, only to see tears running down his cheeks.
"Oh, D-Danna…" He leaned up, and kissed the puppet master deeply, cupping his jaw with both hands. The kiss was slow and sweet, Deidara's small pink tongue dancing across Sasori's lips. He pulled back a moment later, flicking his blond bangs out of his face. "Sasori-danna. Make love to me." He whispered. Sasori raised an eyebrow.
"We already…" He began, but he was cut off by Deidara's lips again. The blonde kissed him while pulling off his own shirt. He tossed it onto the floor.
"No…that was fucking. I want you to go slow…and sweet. I want you to make me yours. You said you needed me to always be here…well I need something from you, too. I've never felt wanted before. Ever. I need to feel like you want me, Sasori-sempai." He sounded so desperate. Sasori leaned up, tugging at the hem of the bomber's pants.
"I do want you." He muttered, finally shedding all of Deidara's pesky clothing. He laid the blond back on the bed, and lifted his legs up, parting them slightly. His subordinate was already hard. He kneeled down between his the boys legs, his mouth right in front of his tight entrance. He ran his tongue over the puckered flesh, earning a gasp from the blond.
"S-Sasori-danna!"
Sasori continued his assault, pressing his tongue inside the tight ring of muscles. Soon, the room was filled with Deidara's moaning, his pleading.
"Sasori…Sasori."
When he deemed the boy prepared enough, he moved so he was parallel with Deidara's body, uncoiling the cord in his stomach. It slithered over the boys legs, and he positioned it. As the puppet master kissed his lover deeply, he pressed inside of him. Slowly, tenderly, setting an easy pace. Deidara slowly rocked his hips up to meet the cords thrusts, murmuring into Sasori's mouth. Sasori couldn't help but watch the passion wash over his partner's face. Deidara was like a work of art, lovely and flawless. Sasori could not believe he lived this long without this…without his blond.
The pitch of Deidara's moans began to get higher, signaling he was close to release. Sasori reached down and stroked the boys hard shaft, earning him the sweetest sound he ever heard.
"Please…Danna…more! More!" the boy begged. Sasori complied, stroking him faster. He was so lost in Deidara face, the way he bit his lip…the way his eyes rolled back in his head… "Ah! I'm…c-coming! SASORI-DANNA! Hmmm…."
His seed covered his stomach, and he arched his back almost painfully. Sasori was speechless for a moment, but as the blonde collapsed against the pillows, he allowed himself to smile. He kissed the boy, and got up and walked to the bathroom. He came back moments later with a wet towel, which he used to wipe off the exhausted boys lower half. He discarded the now-soiled cloth in the hamper, and came back to the bed. He wrapped Deidara up in his arms, and covered them both with their blanket. The boy was already asleep.
Sasori was left alone with his thoughts.