"Sasori-danna, you know, I actually am quite interested in that thing you injected Kakashi with, un."
The one called Sasori continued sharpening one of the thousands of needles lying neatly on the ground. Deidara settled himself clumsily on the ground, reaching for a particularly long needle adjacent to his foot. And all of a sudden, a flick of the puppet's stiff wrist caught the tail of his eye.
Huh?
His reflex made him retract his hand just in time before one of the sharpened needles in Sasori's hand shot out of nowhere. A rather uneasy pause sank in between the two partners and Deidara could only stare at the puppeteer.
"Sasori-danna," he started, breaking the unbearable silence, "you know, that needle would've hurt badly."
Sasori resumed his chore, moving on to a kunai.
"The needles are poisoned. One touch on bare skin and you'll be bidding us goodbye in twelve hours."
Deidara ogled at the seemingly oblivious man. Itachi was right when he said the Akatsuki is no playground for brats; everyday is full of gambles. And the best part is, one gambles with his life and nothing less.
"Then I suppose thank you is in order, un."
Sasori spared the blonde man a sharp glare. If anything else of the man was venomous besides the weapons he installed into himself, it would be his eyes.Those eyes…
"I don't appreciate sarcasm as well as Kisame, Deidara."
"Right, right…" it was never wise to pick a fight with him, unless you have nine lives to bet on. "So, I guess you can answer that question properly now?"
There was no mistake, Deidara noticed, that the artificial lips of the puppeteer curved upwards as Sasori smirked faintly, "What I gave Kakashi has got nothing to do with you, and besides, I've already said the answer just now."
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Dap… dap…
"Seriously, when I ask a question, it means I need an answer, un."
Dap… dap…
"A question answered with yet another tantalizing hint is not artistic at all."
Dap… dap…
"I'll just have to look at him myself then, un."
Dap… dap…
"Besides, if he doesn't look dead," Deidara continued his monologue as he walked towards the chamber located at the far-end of the cave, "I'llmake him look dead."
And the door to the prison swung open at Deidara's push.
Slamming it back behind him, he strained his eyes to adjust them to semi-darkness. Finally, he saw what he was seeking right in front of him – Kakashi, a living one at that. The latter squinted, peeking at the newcomer from behind the mop of silver hair dangling messily over his sight. He had expected Itachi since nobody else was permitted to enter without approvals from that genocide murderer. Yet here before him without the presence of Itachi, stood an unfamiliar shinobi with that typical lunatic grin akin to that murderous Kisame.
"Good day, Sharingan no Kakashi – or should it be, Kakashi-sensei, like what your cute students call you?"
Kakashi glared. When Deidara stopped in front of him to push his overflowing fringes back, he shifted as much as the restraints allow. Curse the touch, he thought. If only he could move away... the members of this organisation were starting to get on his nerves. It was not because of their cruelty or brutality, but their peculiar ways of handling things. Handling things… it was pretty ambiguous… something did not seem right with all of them… was it the way they conduct their lifestyles? Or the way they complete their duties? They were notnormal.
"Where is your attention when I'm speaking to you?"
Irritated, Deidara grabbed Kakashi by the chin and twisted his head to face him eye to eye. Surprisingly, he caught a groan and wince and Deidara glanced over the captive's neck. No broken bones nor torn muscle…
"Heh, getting fragile aren't you, un?"
Kakashi gave no replies. Apparently Deidara was not the kind of person who would let a person passed him off as a "nobody" and his anger towards Sasori rekindled at Kakashi's aloofness. Grabbing his arm, he jerked the older ninja forward and hissed, "Kakashi-sensei, are you even aware of your position at the moment?"
Kakashi squeezed his eyes shut. At such close distance, Deidara could not dismiss the fact that he heard a muffled gasp each time his Akatsuki robe brushed the silver haired man's thigh, or even when he gripped the man's arm. He was not applying any real strength into it anyway, yet it seemed that the contact had damaged Kakashi physically. In fact, every single physical contact exchanged was affecting him.
A slight frown formed on Deidara's forehead.
"Interesting indeed," he mumbled, relinquishing his hold on Kakashi. No normal people would have such a heightened sense of sensitivity. "Sasori-danna has injected you with something interesting I see."
Wanting to confirm his suspicions, Deidara poked Kakashi in the ribs. True enough, Sasori really had injected Kakashi with something interesting; Deidara had to admit how much he enjoyed the strangled scream Kakashi was trying so hard to subdue.
"Interesting indeed, un," Deidara repeated. He walked around the suspended figure, hundreds of malevolent thoughts threading his warped mind. Finally deciding that he was entitled to his share of fun, he leaned against Kakashi, feeling the broad area of Kakashi's back on his front.
And he was also anticipating that quiver from the man.
"Get – get of me."
"Hmm?" Deidara hummed into Kakashi's ear and was rewarded with an obvious flinch. "Things are starting to get fun, un."
The thing is, nobody would ever get to understand an Akatsuki's member's sense of fun.
"I won't have long," said Deidara, tracing idle circles on Kakashi's collarbone, "so I'll expect you to," he planted a seductive kiss on the jugular vein, "co-operate, sensei."
Kakashi thought he would burn in hell the moment Sasori introduced the drugs into his system. And he was right, partially… every touch the Akatsuki member laid on him caused his very skin to scorch. Even when the hem of the cloak skimmed his epidermis, he felt everything. Everything… The jab to his ribs felt like a sword piercing his ribcage, splintering the bones and now he had a very troublesome Deidara leaning into him, doing nasty things he never wanted to be done. He half-expected the kiss on his neck to bring jagged pain, and it did, but only for a moment.
"I thought you're asexual, Kakashi-sensei, un."
"Da – shit –"
Deidara hid his snigger in the older man's nape. Knowing full well how the drugged body would react to touches, he ran his fingers across Kakashi's chest, all the while increasing the physical torment by nibbling into the man's earlobe. Harsh breathings intensified, and Deidara's snigger graduated into a short laughter.
"You cannot control your body anymore, un."
Deidara's index finger searched blindly for the nub which he knew would drive Kakashi off the edge. The latter was not that clueless of his condition after all; he tensed at Deidara's apparent approach.
"I need you to keep quiet, Kakashi-sensei," Deidara warned, slapping explosive clay over Kakashi's slightly opened mouth. At the uncanny taste of chakra-infused gunpowder, Kakashi tried to yell only to be silenced when Deidara rolled his left nipple with an icy thumb. It set that region of his torso on fire which traveled swiftly below.
"There. Isn't it better if we get to do this noiselessly?"
Kakashi himself was conscious of the building tension in his member. He forced his body to relax, to calm down from the excitation Deidara was dishing.
And he failed dismally.
Both nipples red, Kakashi's heavy pants bounced onto the walls as Deidara sneaked his hand southward to tug lightly at the silvery bristles hovering above his manhood. Worry misted over his eyes.
"You were in ANBU, I was told."
Deidara sunk deeper into the junction of Kakashi's shoulder and neck, forcing the latter to turn away in disgust. He closed his eyes as he felt cold metal, no doubt the Akatsuki ring, touching his scrotums. The very familiar fiery feeling set in, only this time, the flame erupted in his lower abdomen as well.
"And you should've been taken captive for at least a couple of times… throughout your missions there."
Gathering both testicles in one hand, Deidara crushed them together in one gentle squeeze. Kakashi's cry was vacuumed away by the obscuring clay. Deidara clucked his tongue before whispering, "This shouldn't be your first time being… toyed around," and he licked the base of Kakashi's Adam's apple, "by men."
Kakashi's eyes began to water. The pleasure was one thing, the pain was another. The nubs on his chest were beginning to numb after all those pulling and pinching, and now he had to nurse his erection down. It hurt when Deidara did what he just did to him, yet it would not stay down.
"You're definitely not asexual as others claim, un."
BANG!
Dust churned in the room. Deidara jumped away and Kakashi exhaled gratefully.
"Who allowed you permission to come in, Deidara?"
"Tsk, you just have to come in at this moment, un."
And Kakashi knew his predicament was far from over.