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"Aahh… Yes!… Deeiii!!…"
A loud moan reaches my ears from behind the wall.
He's become quite vocal recently… I notice. Who would have thought?
It's early in the evening, but I'm already in bed. I've just returned form quite a hard mission. I strained my eyes again a bit too much, so I'm trying to rest.
Unfortunately, having a room next to Sasori's has recently become a bit tiresome. I've always thought that having the puppet, as a neighbor would be a guarantee of peace and quiet. Apparently, I was wrong. He, they, have been proving this to me quite often recently.
The wall that separates us isn't as thick, as Sasori seems to think it is, and certainly isn't soundproof. Maybe it's just that he doesn't care at all. Well, judging by the noises he makes, he's in the situation nobody would care much.
How tiresome…
I've never thought that the puppet was even able, much less interested in any sexual intercourse. That blonde really brought out the need in him, he himself probably didn't know existed. Another symphony of moans reaches my ears. I'm trying to ignore it, but it's not that easy anymore.
Not since my own body betrayed me in the matter. It seems to like it. No, it's more like it needs it. It won't let me resist, and I give up.
Again…
My eyelids are closed tight, covering the red kaleidoscope, but my hearing stays sharp, as though the rest of me demands of it to provide the sweet noises I crave. I'm focused on catching every single incoherent sound. The tones run down my body, carried by the more and more rapid blood flow, gathering in one place.
My hand soon follows a similar path, and my fingers clench around my already hard member. I let out a gasp at the contact, and begin moving my hand along the extra-sensitive skin almost unconsciously.. Slow at first, but the pace quickens soon as my ears catch the thrilling phrase.
"ohhh.. I'm gonna!.."
Yes… Let's come together… Sa…so…ri…
I have to bite my tongue to stifle the sound I'm sure would escape my throat otherwise, as I reach the sweet peak of my excitement.
He doesn't restrain himself, and lets out a loud, throaty moan that rings in my ears and causes jolts of electricity to run down my spine, making the last drops of semen leave me, staining the sheet.
I catch my breath in short gasps. My eyes are still closed tight.
It's almost like I was there, in the room on the other side of the wall, instead of my own bed. It's almost like we've done it together.
Almost.
I'm trying to ignore the fact that he was moaning Deidara's name, and the bomber is actually the one who made him produce the sweet noises in the first place. This act is becoming more, and more difficult to me.
Every time 'this' happens I want to be there, a little more. To be the cause of those sweet sounds, that make me hard in an instant. To experience the ecstasy together with him. For real.
I'm afraid that someday I may just break…
"It's a simple assassination," the Leader's voice reaches my ears as I walk past his room. Something tells me to stop there and listen for just a while longer.
"You'll do it best on your own. Your method of transport is the fastest among Akatsuki, so it shouldn't take you longer than a week to go there, and back."
"Yes sir!" I hear someone responds and then the door crack open.
Seriously… I really am a fucking addict.
I scold myself inwardly as I walk down the hall to the kitchen. I approach the counter and think for a moment of my choices.
Coffee? Fuck no! My blood pressure is already high as fucking hell.
I'm going through the cupboards, and my eyes come across the little green box.
A lemon balm? Who he hell bough it? Damn, who cares? Let's give it a try.
Yes, I'm completely aware that I'm cursing more that Hidan just now. I don't really give a damn about it. As I said, my blood pressure is high as fucking hell.
I pull out a little bag with the dried herb from the box, and put it in a cup before pouring boiling water on it.
This is supposed to calm one down, right?
After a few minutes waiting for my tea to brew I drink it quickly ignoring the burning sensation on my palate.
I don't know if it's really the power of the liquid or just autosuggestion, but I feel a little calmer now.
That damn leader!
What was he thinking sending MY sex provider on such a long mission without me? He's been gone for five days now.
I take the last sip of the tea and begin to prepare the next one.
Am I exaggerating? I wonder, watching the liquid taking on its right color.
Maybe, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm quite needy right now. My own hand just doesn't satisfy me at all. I can't even be bothered to use it since I know it's just a poor substitute.
Well, let's face it, who would settle for pretzels having a big piece of yummy cheesecake with sweet whipped cream on top?
I wouldn't.
Now the cheesecake is who the hell knows where, doing who the hell knows what. My pleasure chamber was closed five days ago, and Deidara took the key with him, leaving me at the door to wait another two days, if everything goes well.
In spite of appearances five days is a long time to wait when you've become accustomed to something everyday before. Or even more than once a day… Especially when that 'something' is a gorgeous blonde's dick up your ass.
I quickly take a sip of freshly prepared tea and inhale deeply. The very thought of Deidara fucking me brings back such vivid memories; my blood pressure is getting high again.
"A lemon balm?" the calm voice snaps me back from the storm in my head.
I can hear the mocking tone in it and I don't even have to look up from my cup to know whom it belongs to.
"Honestly, Sasori. You're the last person I could ever expect to need the herbal tea to calm yourself down."
"Do you want something?" I snap not looking at Itachi, who decided to be unusually talkative just now.
"You're the one who seems to be wanting something, which is, to boot, out of your reach currently."
My brow twitches ever so slightly, but I say nothing, taking another sip of the tea.
I don't see his face but somehow I'm sure that he smirks just now. It's just a little, very little twitch of a corner of a mouth, but he does.
One can sometimes feel such things.
Itachi comes closer behind me, and a few seconds later I can feel his breath on my ear as he whispers in such a seductive tone it makes me shiver.
"Maybe you should think about a replacement for the time being? It might be closer than you think, and" he runs the tip of his tongue across my earlobe before finishing, "it might be better than you'd imagine."
The dull sound of ceramic pieces hitting the wooden surface of a counter echoes in my ears.
The cup that a second ago was in my hands is no longer in one piece as my fingers suddenly clenched around it with the enormous strength. I stay still, not really believing my own senses.
Itachi leaves the kitchen a while later.
D-did he just imply that… we should…
I relax my clenched fist slowly. A few droplets of blood fall on the counter from the small wound on my palm. My eyes are wider than usual.
Fuck!
There's only one day left. Deidara will come back tomorrow from that damn solo mission and fuck my brains out. I'm going to wait! Though I hate it. I will.
I'm sitting at my workbench but there's no way I can get anything done. I may as well lie down on my bed and try to sleep or something.
Stupid Sasori, stop exaggerating! It's just a week without sex. No big deal. I've been living over thirty years and never have I had problems with such a trivial things. It's just stupid to get so worked up about it..
Yeah, I know this very well in my mind, but my body it's a whole other story! This is exactly why I want to become a full puppet. When my brain is finally not out-talked by this wretched flesh and it's desires.
For now, it's only my chest and stomach, and not whole even, that is turned into wood. I'm not ageing any more and I've also lost the ability to crying; not that I used it any time before.
Other than that I'm still flesh with real blood running through my veins. It's going to take some more time for the transformation to be completed.
I wish it wasn't such a long process.
On the other hand… All this pleasure I've been experiencing recently would be out of my reach. Would I care? Now, when I got a taste, I'm sure I would.
Sometimes I'm even glad that it takes so much time to become totally unfeeling puppet. Having experienced such bliss, I'm going to enjoy it as long as I can, as much as I can.
Speak of the devil..
My body talks to me again. I begin to understand more, and more what it is like to be Zetsu…
I'm turning a piece of wood over between my fingers almost absentmindedly when my thoughts drift towards those amazing moments when I let myself being completely dominated by my gorgeous blonde partner.
Thinking about all those sensations he made me feel makes me excited in an instant. I would have never imagined that not being in charge could feel so wonderful.
Now, I would let him do anything he wants if it leads to our mind-blowing sex.
My thoughts are getting more and more vivid. I can almost feel the things I imagine..
Shit! I can feel myself getting hard. That damn brat better be back on time. Or else…
The yesterdays image form the kitchen suddenly pops up in my mind.
Itachi… Was he serious?
Damn, he had to be. He knows better than to joke with me. Not that he's the type to even joke anyway.
But.. Well, since he's willing, I could take this possibility…
No way. Tomorrow Deidara will be back. I've waited six days; one more is no big difference.
I'm surprising myself.
Am I really such an addict?
And if I am, is it Deidara or simply sex that is my addiction? I couldn't know, since I barely got any experience in the matter with other people. To be honest, I wasn't really interested in such things before. So maybe it's indeed Deidara. But it wouldn't hurt to check someday…
I sigh. I really am thinking nonsense right now. I don't know why exactly, but it just feels wrong somehow. One thing is for sure; abstinence definitely doesn't do me good.
Suddenly I can hear what sounds like a flap of wings on my slightly open window.
I look towards it and a little clay bird meet my eyes, sitting on the windowsill. I have a bad feeling about this.
I come closer and the bird is literally throwing up a piece of paper on my hand, before flying away. I can see it exploding a while later. Deidara was smart enough not to let it go off in my room or near it, which, I must admit, surprises me a bit.
I glance over the paper.
"What!?" A four more days? You got to be kidding me! I crumple up the paper and throw it out of the window.
Stupid Brat! You can't even handle such a simple mission in given time, and you call yourself a member of Akatsuki!?! How pathetic…
I let myself droop onto the bed. I lay on my back for a while, with my arms under my head, staring blankly at the ceiling. Before I realize this, my hand sneaks down my body and into my pants. I stroke my hardening cock lightly, battling the thoughts in my head.
I know jerking off is not going to calm me down. I'll only end up even more frustrated, 'cause it's not good enough to fully satisfy me and 'cause I don't have anyone around to fuck me.
Well, actually, I could have…
I grip my dick tighter, moving my hand faster, when the vivid image of Itachi pops up in my head. He's naked, with his hair loose, his body is glistening from the thin layer of sweat.
He looks at me, his red eyes are shining. His lips are moving like he is saying something but I can't hear him. Then his eyelids shut, and his usually solemn, expression melts like he just…
Suddenly it all feels very repulsive.
I withdraw my hand and move to lay on my side with my face to the wall.
I feel pathetic again. Like after the time Deidara and I had sex for the first time, and before I finally went to him to tell him what I wanted.
This makes me exhausted. I drift off with hope that I won't dream this time.
The sunbeams warm up my face and I open up my eyes slowly. The fact that sun is shining through my window, directly at my bed tells me that it's afternoon already.
Thank you to whoever didn't let me draw the curtains yesterday.
If I had I would have continued this restless slumber till evening. Of course there were dreams. I seem to have too many thoughts in my head for the day to be enough to deal with them.
I feel even more tired than before I went to bed. And to top it all off, my now fully hard cock is begging me to do something about it.
Damn those dreams…
It seems that I actually have to do something about my little problem, 'cause it won't just go away. But..
Ok. I lasted a week. Almost, but a week. It's high time to get rid of that tension!
So, it's decided. I just can't hold it any more. And if I'm to do this I'll do it good.
I get out of bed, put my cloak on, and walk to Deidara's room.
I don't have his dick now, but he's got something I can use as a replacement for the time being.
While being in his room I look through the drawers and quickly find what I've been looking for. I hide the vibrator in my sleeve and get back to my room.
As soon as I reach it, my cloak lands on the floor alongside my pants and boxers. I'm coating my fingers with saliva generously meanwhile so they are ready just in time. I lean over my workbench and push one digit inside my ass.
I don't give myself much time and insert the second finger almost immediately after the first one. I let out a gasp at the familiar sensation, slightly uncomfortable but promising huge amount of pleasure.
I push the third digit in and thrust a few times before turning my attention to the toy I brought myself.
I immediately pull out my hand and thrust the vibrator inside me.
"Aghh.."
I can hear myself half gasping half moaning as the wave of pleasurable pain shots through my body.
I bend my back further down, leaning my head on my forearm, before pressing the 'on' button.
The vibrations are spreading up my spine making my head spin.
My breath quickens and my blood is rushing in my veins. I pull the toy out and thrust back in.
Then again. And again. Faster. Harder.
I need more. I still need the real thing. The real flesh instead of a piece of plastic inside me. The real person taking possession of my body. Making me squirm and beg for more.
My hand holding the vibrator slows down a bit. I'm at the point of withdrawing it completely, but I need to continue this. I'm too close and at the same time too far away.
If only there was…
"Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?" I can suddenly hear behind me and I realize that I didn't lock the door.
My uninvited guest moves closer in a flash and before I can notice his hand is on mine, making my movement stop.
"Instead of this thing," he makes me pull the toy out and I don't even resist, nor do I look back. I don't need to. I don't want to.
I know who he is from the moment he spoke the first word. It doesn't matter.
At the moment I only want his dick. I want him to fuck me senseless. I need it.
I can feel the head of his hard cock pressed against my entrance.
His hand sneaks to my own length, gripping it tight, as he leans over me and purrs into my ear.
"Do you want this? Sasori?"
I do, don't I?
I can't bring myself to answer him though. It seems that he doesn't need this as my body submits to his will obediently.
He pushes all his length deep inside me in one, slow motion and I can't help but let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasure filling me up again. This time it's different than a moment ago.
Real, almost amazing.
Almost?
My mind distracts me again.
I want it, don't I? Then why does it feel so… wrong?
I can't think about it any more though as he slams against my prostate, making me cry out in pleasure. Then he stops moving and squeeze the base of my dick painfully hard.
"You know very well who I am, Sasori," he whispers harshly before giving me one hard thrust, perfectly aimed, and I realize what I must have just screamed. "So moan my name!"
"I.. Itachi…" I whisper, then he thrusts again, making me repeat it louder; the sound feels strangely out of place on my tongue.
"That's better."
He continues to fuck me, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly. His hand is moving fast along my shaft. It feels good. Much better than with the toy. But..
Something tells me that I'll feel shitty when it ends. I don't really know why. Or maybe I do.
My head feels like it's going to explode.
I'm so close….
I bite my lower lip so hard I can taste blood. I want to scream. Though I am conscious enough to know that if I do, it'll all ends. For I am not allowed to voice what I really want. Yes, I'm aware what I'd like to scream right now.
Just a little bit more…
"Aren't you enjoying yourself, hmm?" the familiar voice snaps me back to reality.
My eyes flutter open. My breath stops instantly just like the movements inside me. Everything stops. The world. The time. This frozen moment is making me colder. I would gladly melt and evaporate right now....
