A/N: Hope you liked the poison explanation last chapter! Along with the antidote. I had to put the no stealing thing in there because when I posted those explanations on another site, someone stole them without asking, or giving me credit, claiming that they made it up on their own, making me look like the thief. The only reason I found them out was because I like to read SasoDei stories and they wrote one with the poisons in there. If you want to use my poisons or something, just ask me. Please. I can't stress that enough. All I ask is that you give me credit and not put your name on it, saying what the other person said. I lose alot of readers that way and I prefer not to have my creativity questioned. My readers mean alot to me...-sniffles- Anyways...my nympho side comes out yet again. Here's a lemony chapter! Sorry if it seems rushed...Ja ne!
Fated Reunion
Chapter 7: Drunken Blond and a Problem
Sasori sighed as he started to get to work with his puppets. The first he needed to work on was his battle puppet body. Without another thought, he switched into his relaxing, human body. He cracked his neck and winced. Hadn't felt that in a while. He went over to his desk and sat down with his back to Deidara. He set his puppet down, dragging his box to him on the floor. He started to quietly rummage through it, bent over in the chair, finding his tools and puppet parts. He put his puppet body on the desk in front of him and started to sand and buff out the dings.
All the time that he did so, he was thinking of who the threat could be. Of whether any of the informant's information was correct. The Orochimaru part had to be true. No one would ever lie about something that serious. If the threat is a follower of Orochimaru, he had to be a Sound ninja. Sasori didn't doubt that part either. Whether they abandoned their actual village to join the Sound or not, was the mystery. It's the appearance that didn't seem right. He didn't know. It was all too confusing.
Once he was done sanding the dings out of his puppet body, he started to look at the joints and compartments. The stomach coil was fine. The heart compartment was fine. The chakra string compartment was fine. He moved on to the joints. He worked the arms. He took out his oil and dripped some into the joints. Once they were lubricated, he checked the holders on the back. All of them were there. The blade wings were fine and undamaged. All in all, this body didn't take all that much damage, much to Sasori's relief.
He put the body in a scroll and tossed it to the side for now. Now was the hard part. Hiruko or the puppet army first? With a heavy, regretful sigh, Sasori picked up the scroll containing Hiruko. This poor puppet had been destroyed so many times it wasn't funny. Twice by Deidara, once by ANBU. He was running out of metal to make the tail. Not to mention, Pein was getting frustrated having to supply him with kunai and shuriken. Fifty kunai, a hundred shuriken, and a hundred poison needles was a little steep of a demand. But with all the money coming into the organization, Pein shouldn't be complaining.
With another regretful sigh, Sasori got to work on Hiruko. He looked through the dismembered parts that used to make up his famed travelling puppet. He inspected the parts for any cracks or breaks. When he came across unsalvagable parts, he tossed them aside. When he was done, he was left with a small pile of scraps. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Why Hiruko? Why the second hardest puppet to put back together?
Sasori opened his eyes and smirked. At least it wasn't Sandaime. That would be the hardest project ever. He didn't have any parts to replace him. If Sandaime was destroyed, Sasori was screwed. He was glad the ANBU guy didn't mess him up too bad. All the puppet had was a few scratches. Nothing serious.
The red head leaned forward again, rummaging through the box once more. He sized up the parts to fit for Hiruko and sanded them down. He accidentally set the limb on the oil. The oil sprayed out on his face and chest and Sasori looked down at it. He had purplish black liquid on his body now. Just perfect. As if nothing else could go wrong. He sighed and started to wipe it off.
Once he was done, he set the rag aside, having a feeling he would need it later. He went back to Hiruko and started to mess with the parts. He grabbed the torso portion of Hiruko and screwed an arm into it. He moved it to make sure the screw wasn't too tight. If the screw was too tight, the arm wouldn't lift properly. When it was working and done, he added a little oil to the joints to make them move smoother. He set the oil down and to the side so it wouldn't get in the way.
Hands started to run down the front of him, starting at his shoulders and moving down to his chest and stomach. He felt a light kissing on his neck accompanied by a warm breath flowing down his collarbone. The red head closed his eyes and tilted his head a little. The hands ran back up and massaged his shoulders softly. The kisses trailed to the junction of his neck and shoulder, biting the tender flesh in a teasing manner. He felt hair flutter down his shoulder blade.
The hands went from massaging his shoulders, to sliding down his arms and back up. The red head unconsciously let out a sigh in content. When the hands made it back to his shoulders, they went back to massaging, the kisses switching to the opposite side of his neck. "Dei...go back to bed," Sasori whispered, not making any move to push his blond lover away.
"You know you don't want that, un," he whispered against the tanned skin, placing a string of wet kisses down his shoulder. His arms wrapped around his danna's shoulders, cheek against the elder's. "Take a break, un," he whispered, kissing his danna's cheek softly.
"I can't...we only have a week," he mumbled, his eyes not bothering to open at the wonderful sensation.
There was a soft laugh by his ear, making his body shiver involuntarily. Deidara nibbled his ear softly. "Danna works too hard, yeah," he whispered seductively in his ear. The blond was making it harder for Sasori to resist him. He was so ready to go, but Sasori kept telling himself that his partner was intoxicated from the antidote. If he gave in, he would be taking advantage of him. Not like the younger would mind. He'd actually enjoy it. But still. It was wrong. "Please, danna? For me, yeah?" he whispered in a cute begging voice he usually used to get his way, knowing Sasori couldn't resist.
Sasori sighed and put his tools down, but not making a move to get up. He felt his head being tilted back by hands on his cheeks. He opened his brown eyes and was met with the sexy stare of his partner. He made a mental note to get the blond drunk more often. He lifted his hand to move the blond bangs from his left eye. His partner kissed him affectionately in an upside down kiss. The red head buried his hand in the blond hair, holding him against him. Deidara broke the kiss a few seconds later, not getting too involved. "Don't make me rape you, yeah," he whispered against his lover's lips.
The Suna-nin smirked. "You wouldn't dare," he challenged. Deidara pulled away to look at him. He wore a smirk as he looked at him. He laughed for a second and shook his head. "Thought so," he whispered before pulling his uke back down for a kiss. The blond released a small, drawn out moan. Sasori licked his bottom lip, encouraging him to open so the real fun could begin. His brat did so and he wasted no time in plunging his tongue into the blond's mouth, entwining itself in the other's tongue.
Deidara moaned as he slid his hands down the front of his danna's chest. Sasori let his own hands run up the blond's pale arms, holding them lightly. He felt him shaking with need. The mental note he made earlier just turned into a priority. The sculptor broke the kiss for air, his lips trembling against his danna's. His voice came out in shaky pants. That was all Sasori needed to turn him on.
The marionette stood from his chair, keeping his hands on the blond's wrists. He walked over to him and stood so their chests were barely touching. He felt the younger's erect nipples against his own chest and smirked down at him. He released the pale wrists to slide down the brat's sides to his hips. He slid his hands to his ass and gripped it firmly, slamming him against his own want and need. Deidara moaned and arched his back at the contact. Sasori leaned down to his blond lover until his lips were barely brushing against the other's. "I should get you drunk more often," he whispered with a smirk before claiming his lips again.
The younger artist moaned again, wrapping his arms around his danna's neck. He felt himself being backed up. He went along with it, not minding in the least. His steps were a little clumsy, however, due to his danna's tongue ravishing his own. Well, the intoxication played a part as well. Once the backs of his knees hit the bed, Sasori stopped. He backed up a little, just enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of his lover's pants and yank them off.
Deidara moaned at the sudden rush of cold air against his heated body. He shivered against Sasori, dragging him on the bed with him by his neck. The kiss temporarily ended as they looked at each other. The blond started to inch back more onto the bed. His head hit the pillows and he let himself fall on his back. The red head took his place above him, straddling him with a smirk. "So persistent," Sasori whispered before kissing him again.
The blond wrapped his naked legs around his danna's hips. He bit his bottom lip, trying to get his lover to make a move besides kissing. He wanted him to touch him. As if hearing the younger's wishes, Sasori started to run his hand down the pale side of his partner. He grasped the sculptor's hip firmly, dragging his hips against his partner's, showing Deidara just how much he turned the red head on. The younger moaned irresistibly and arched his back at the brief tease. "Danna," he whined cutely.
Sasori snickered a little before kissing his partner's neck, biting it every now and then. The blond's head lolled back in pleasure, letting his danna do what he wanted. He felt the elder's hand grab his member firmly in his hand, stroking him slowly. "Danna...un...ah," he moaned, the sensation getting better and better with each stroke. He ached with need. His danna kept stimulating his neck, knowing exactly where to bite him to turn him on. "F-faster, yeah," he breathed, licking his dry lips.
The red head obliged and sped up his movements. His thumb ran over the blond's slit, smearing the liquid that had accumulated at the top, earning him a shudder and moan. The blond had never been this turned on before. The more Deidara was turned on, the more Sasori was turned on. "Moan for me, Dei...I want to hear you say my name," he whispered, biting the blond's ear softly. He nibbled the lobe, dragging all kinds of sounds from his little uke.
"D-danna-a!" the blond moaned, arching his back at the heightened feeling. Sasori increased his pace, squeezing as he went up, releasing when he went down. The sculptor continued his moaning and arching, feeling his ache grow stronger with each passing second. The red head bit his lover's collarbone, looking up at his brat's face. With a final arch and moan of his danna's name, Deidara released, spilling his seed onto Sasori's stomach and chest. The red head moaned at the sudden warmth. This did nothing to help his arousal.
The blond pushed his danna onto his back and straddled his thighs. Sasori looked down at him curiously. The face he saw made him ache more than before. His blue eyes were shining with pure lust. A deep blush coated the pale cheeks. His partner's lips were bruised. His blue eyes stayed focused on the brown ones as he leaned down and cleaned his mess off the tanned chest. His pink tongue darted out to lick the white fluid from his danna. The marionette moaned at the sight. It was all he could do not to fuck the blond senseless right then and there.
Deidara licked his way up to the red head's jaw. He kissed his chin and sat up to get ready to kiss his lips. He leaned down, making sure brown eyes were focused on him. His blue eyes were half lidded as he looked at him. His pink tongue licked his danna's lips softly before taking him into a lust-filled kiss they both needed. Sasori started to regain his aggressive behavior, his need at its peak. He slowly sat up, lips still locked with his partner's. He pushed the younger onto his back, the pale legs spread shamelessly.
As he stared, the puppeteer's pants became too tight for him to bare. He yanked them down and off before settling between his lover's legs. He had no patience for preparing him. He needed release. And it had to be soon. The red head leaned down and claimed his uke's lips in a heated, rough kiss before shoving himself deep inside the blond. Deidara screamed out in pain and pleasure. His head lolled to the side, panting desperately. Sasori noticed his member grow hard again, causing a grin to settle on his lips.
Before he started moving, Sasori grabbed his uke's member in his hand, stroking it quickly. Deidara moaned and started to flip out. "Danna! Un!" he moaned, arching desperately. The red head had never seen his blond this into it before. He was acting damn near desperate. He loved it. He took great pleasure in seeing his partner like this. Though he was intoxicated, Deidara was the sexiest thing Sasori had ever laid eyes on. His hand started to move faster, urging his lover to cum again. "D-danna...u-un."
With another arch and scream, Deidara released in his danna's hand. Sasori smirked and started his pace. He began thrusting into his blond mercilessly. He needed release. He needed his need fulfilled. He needed Deidara. As he thrust in harder and faster, his uke arched his back and dug his nails into his shoulder blades in ecstacy. "So tight, Dei," the red head groaned. He increased his pace, hearing his blond moan in agreement.
Sasori grabbed hold of his lover's abused member and start to stroke it in time with his thrusts. The poor blond would be physically exhausted for the rest of the day and possibly tomorrow. Deidara moaned and tightened his muscles, making his seme moan in pleasure. The red head released with a moan and kept going. When the sculptor felt his danna's warm liquid fill him, he released as well. He felt that if he were to release one more time, he would be in pain. None of that mattered when Sasori hit his prostate sharply. He moaned louder than before, arching higher.
Sasori's essence leaked out of Deidara as he thrust in savagely. "Danna," the blond moaned, shaking from how many times he released in the last twenty minutes. His body burned, his ass hurt, but with each hit to his prostate, all that went away. The red head felt his second release coming and increased his pace a little more. He leaned down for a kiss, claiming the blond's bruised lips with his own. He released again as soon as he felt Deidara's tongue play with his own. He moaned into his partner's mouth, his body falling limply on top of the younger.
The kiss continued while Sasori pulled out and settled on top of his uke. Deidara's arms wrapped weakly around his danna's neck as they both came down off their high. The puppeteer broke the kiss to catch his breath. "I love you, danna," the blond whispered with his shaky voice.
"I love you, too, brat," the older whispered back, kissing him again. He felt the soft hands run through his red hair, combing it softly. Sasori smiled down at his lover. He sat up on his elbows to look at him. He saw his brat's eyes close sleepily and his mouth open in a cute yawn. As if he couldn't help himself, Sasori kissed the blond's eyelids, nose, and lips chastely. He looked down at him and grinned. "Get some sleep, brat."
Deidara nodded and curled onto his side. Sasori got off and laid next to him. He closed his eyes and let sleep overcome him. Kami knew this would be the only time he would be able to sleep. He had to repair over fifty puppets. For now, he just slept next to his hyperactive brat, enjoying every single second.
Hours passed before Sasori finally woke up. The red head opened his soft brown eyes and scanned the room. Something wasn't right. His vision shot to the window. The breeze flew freely, the curtains dancing gracefully in the wind. His eyes widened as he shot up out of bed. He scanned the room quickly. How could he have slept through someone coming into his room through the window? Did his body crave sleep so much that it refused to acknowledge the sound?
Sasori turned the light on and looked at the bed. His eyes widened at the emptiness. "Dei?" he called, looking all around for him. When he saw a note on the pillow, his eyes widened. He snatched it up and read it quickly.
You have taken what was most precious to me and now I have returned the favor. Unlike you, I am giving you a chance to get him back. Be in Oto by noon the day after tomorrow. Come alone. If you aren't there, or if anyone accompanies you, I will assume he means nothing to you.
Sasori's eyes widened. He growled and slammed his fist into the wall roughly. He yanked his pants on and ran off to Pein's office. He banged on the door roughly, growing even more furious at the passing events. These past few days have been hellish for him. Get attacked by ANBU, partner nearly dies because of ANBU, blond gets taken by an unknown person. Could things get any worse?
Pein opened the door angrily, revealing his shirtless form. His eyes flashed silver as he glared at Sasori. "Do you no sense of time, Sasori?" he ground out, trying to keep his voice level and calm.
The red head paid him no mind as he shoved the paper in his Leader's face. "The new threat just crossed the line," he growled out venomously.
Pein's eyes scanned the paper. A smirk formed on his lips. "I see. Two days...alone...hm. He obviously has a personal vendetta against you. I assume you wish to pursue him alone?" the Leader asked, glancing up at his red headed subordinate. He was met with a harsh glare as if to say 'no shit.' "I understand. What of your weaponry? I was under the impression that your arsenal was...minimal."
"That is my problem. I will take care of it. Do I have permission, or not?" he growled, trying to keep his respectful tone with the Leader.
The Ame-nin reluctantly nodded with a sigh. "I am disappointed in you, Sasori. You are giving in to your emotions."
The Suna-nin sighed and nodded. "I realize that. That brat has a habit of changing people," he said as he started to dismiss himself.
"You are not a person, Sasori," the Leader reminded him before closing his door quietly.
The red head glared back at the door and dashed off to his room. He locked himself in his room and went to work on his puppets. He would have to be ready by tomorrow. He had a lot of work to do. He would have to carry all of his puppets with him. Not just his army, Hiruko, and his battle puppet body. He had some in reserve, but they weren't his favorite puppets. They were still useful.
Sasori angrily went to work on his puppet army. He had over thirty to repair. If he were lucky, he would get fifteen done by tonight. That's if Deidara didn't invade his thoughts. No matter what, he had to stay focused and make sure he didn't make any mistakes. Even the smallest of mistakes could prove fatal.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Deidara felt a throbbing pain stabbing his temple. He groaned quietly and felt something against his mouth. His eyes widened in fear as he looked around. His breath quickened as he took in his surroundings. A dim lit room, cloth other his mouth as a gag, stripped of his clothing, hands bound above his head. It was Orochimaru all over again.
The blond started whimpering, calling for his danna in muffled cries. Tears leaked down his cheeks as he tried to free himself from the binds that held his hands. He twisted his body to try to get them off better. As he worked on getting them untied, he felt a sharp pierce in his wrists. He whimpered loudly and flinched back again. He didn't remember that happening last time.
"I see you've experienced a few...accessories to the binding," came a dark voice that Deidara didn't recognize. His head whipped in the direction of the voice and scanned the dark. All he saw was more darkness. An evil laugh sounded through the room, causing the sculptor to flinch. "Calm yourself. If you just lay there like a good little pet, then it won't hurt as bad."
Deidara muffled something into the gag as tears streamed down his cheeks. He heard footsteps approaching him and he became fearful for his life and sanity. His whimpers increased in volume, anticipation rising in his gut, the fear of the unknown immobilizing his body and thoughts. An arm stretched out to his face and hooked a pale finger in the gag. He pulled it down so he could hear the blond speak. "Try again."
"Wh-where's danna, un?" he asked, his voice quivering with crippling fear he hadn't felt for three, nearly four years.
The voice erupted in a snicker. His figure shrank from any light, sinking back into the shadows. "Sasori will be here in two days. If he cares for you," he responded darkly, suggesting the opposite.
"What do you mean, yeah? He cares, un," Deidara defended, earning him a sharp slap across the cheek. He whimpered and bowed his head in defeat. Abuse again.
"Understand this. If he is not in Oto by noon the day after tomorrow, he forfeits any and all responsibility for you. Meaning, you are mine. And believe me, you will die that night," the voice threatened in an ominous voice. The blond broke into a fit of whimpers and sobs upon hearing this. He knew Sasori cared for him. If he didn't then he wouldn't say he loved him. He wouldn't lie. "Get some rest. The fun begins tomorrow."
The Iwa-nin heard retreating footsteps and a door opening. He squinted his eyes to see the figure before they retreated, but all he could make out was a flash of white. That didn't help in the least. As he listened, he made out a name. His eyes widened exponentially. He knew this person. He informally knew him through an associate. Things just got worse for Deidara...
TBC
