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I'm Sorry

'Dammit!' The blond punched the training dummy again. Deidara was working out in a woodland clearing not far from the base. He had removed his fishnet top and his hard body was now glistening with sweat. He had needed to get away from his partner again to organise his thoughts. It was two weeks since they had talked things through, and for a while everything was fine. Now though, Deidara was realising for the first time that he had an addiction. It was making him increasingly bitter towards Sasori and he was starting to blame the puppet master for that, for not fulfilling his needs. What made the blond angrier was Sasori refusing to get into a fight, verbal or physical. Instead, he would just close his eyes and sigh before walking away.

'Danna, you don't understand the sacrifices I've made for you!' Deidara punched harder, breaking the skin and allowing blood to seep through the bandages round his hand. He stopped and stared at the blood, raising his now bloodied fingers to his lips and sucking on each one, eyes closed in enjoyment. With his other hand, the blond grabbed a kunai and slit a deep and bloody gash across his palm, careful to avoid the mouth there. God, he had missed this. After their talk, when Sasori had promised compromise, the redhead had become increasingly reluctant to do things Deidara's way. Where once Sasori would have done anything to see that look of pure ecstasy on his partner's face, even forgoing his own pleasure, Deidara rarely reached orgasm now. He had tried so hard to be what Sasori wanted, but…

Deidara ran his tongue along the cut and then along the bloody kunai, 'Danna…'. Eyes still closed, Deidara caressed his chest, leaving a trail of blood down his body. He traced the words that were still visible, a small smile playing on his stained lips. Dropping the kunai to the floor, he raised his clean hand to his face and passionately kissed the mouth there, tongues entwining. The blond fell to his knees, his hand undoing the fastening of his pants and freeing his rapidly hardening cock. He stroked himself with his bloody hand, the slick crimson wetness adding sensation to the glorious friction. The tongue on his palm flicked out, licking round the head of his cock.

"Danna!"

Deidara was too engrossed in his activities to notice that he was being watched from the trees. The figure stood and observed as the blond removed the hand from his mouth and desperately reached above his head to drag his nails down the training dummy, crying out in pain as he masturbated with his cut hand. Itachi felt himself harden at the sight. He unconsciously moved one hand to undo his pants, stroking his semi-hard cock to fullness.

Deidara gasped as his movements sped up. He had already bitten through his lip and now blood was running freely down his chin. In his mind he pictured his Danna, above him, hurting him, back on that battlefield where Deidara had walked the line between life and death, pain and pleasure.

"Fuck! Danna, I want you so much!" The mounting pleasure was becoming unbearable. A tear ran down his cheek, "Danna…"

Itachi's face was as expressionless as ever as his hand moved up and down his length. His breath never changed, never hitched. But his eyes never left the writhing blond, he never even blinked.

Deidara cried out and shuddered violently as he came, spunk covering his hand and dripping down to the ground. The tongue on his palm hesitantly licked at the mess, becoming more confident as it devoured more of the substance. The blond raised the hand to his lips and gently teased the tongue with his own until the mouth opened and he was able to collect his cum in his own mouth. He had always loved the taste of himself.

Itachi came soon after the blond. He made no sound as he cleaned himself off with some leaves. Fastening his coat, and with one last, emotionless glance back at Deidara, he turned and walked back to the base.

He passed Sasori in one of the corridors, catching the puppet master's eye and giving him a smirk. Sasori frowned as he carried on past Itachi and to his room.

Deidara made it back to base soon after Itachi. He was bloody, sweaty and tired and wanted nothing more than a shower and to climb into bed with his partner. Sasori didn't sleep, but he would stay with the blond until sleep claimed his partner. Sasori looked up and smiled genuinely when the blond entered their room. His look quickly faltered when he saw the blood on Deidara's face and body.

"What happened?"

Deidara wrapped his arms round himself as he was pinned by his partner's intense gaze.

"I was training, Danna. I…got hurt, un…"

Sasori's gaze travelled down Deidara's body, picking up on the dry, silvery white stains on the front of the blond's pants. His expression softened, and he stood to take Deidara in his arms.

"Dei, I've been thinking. I know that you've been trying so hard to please me, and I know now that I was being a selfish prick this past couple of weeks. I…want us to reach a compromise that will allow us to continue without putting you in serious danger," Sasori stood back slightly so that he could look the blond in the eye. He pulled his partner into a gentle kiss.

"I'd like that, Danna," the blond smiled softly.

While Deidara was in the shower, Sasori went to the kitchen to collect some food for his tired partner. The cupboards were almost bare, but he found some rice and leftover vegetables. On his way back to the room he encountered Itachi again. This time the Uchiha stopped Sasori by grabbing his arm. Sasori looked Itachi right in the eye, a bored look on his face. Itachi smirked again.

"I enjoyed your blond, Sasori," Itachi released his arm and walked off, the sound of a plate shattering reaching his ears.

Sasori wasn't in the room when Deidara walked in from the bathroom, towel drying his hair. The blond sat crossed legged on his bed. He couldn't help but smile. Things were looking up again for him and his Danna.

Sasori slammed the door open, his expression absolutely murderous.

"D…Danna, un?" Deidara stuttered, surprised to have such a look directed at him. Sasori was in front of him in a flash and his small hand had the blond's neck in an iron grip.

"Don't you fucking "Danna" me! What the fuck did you do with Itachi?!" The redhead spat venomously. Deidara clawed at the hand constricting his airflow.

"Danna, please…I don't know…what…" the blond tried to force the words out. Itachi? What the fuck?

Sasori backhanded his partner across the face, sending the blond sprawling over the bed. Deidara pushed himself up to look at his Danna, fear and hurt visible in his wide eyes. Sasori scoffed at the sight, he was the one who was fucking hurt! He noticed with disgust that the blond was semi-hard now. He wanted to hurt Deidara – really fucking hurt him – but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Deidara slumped on the bed; naked, alone, and crying.

Sasori angrily walked through the base, not even knowing where he was going, as long as he got away from that filthy, little blond whore. A cheery Hidan was coming towards him, looking like he had just heard a really funny joke.

"Hey, Sasori! Guess what I saw today?" the immortal laughed. He didn't even flinch at Sasori's glare.

"What the fuck do you want? To tell me that you saw that Weasel fucking the whore?" Hidan backed up slightly in surprise.

"What are you on? Was going to say that I saw you partner getting all hot and sweaty training and Itachi fucking hiding in the bushes wanking off to him!" Hidan was even more surprised to see a look of pure horror cross the puppet master's face.

"Oh god, Dei…What have I done?" The redhead whispered, before turning tail and running back to his and Deidara's room.

"DEI?!" There was no sign of the blond. Sasori scanned the room, his gaze coming to rest on an empty bottle on Deidara's messy bed. It couldn't be…there was no way Deidara could've gotten a hold of that, not after last time…

"Shit!" Sasori ran as fast as he could from the base and into the thick woodland, focusing his energy on locating the blond's chakra signature.

Deidara held the full syringe in his hand. The bottle had taken some finding – the rest of the Akatsuki were under strict orders from Pein to make sure that their personal supplies were kept under lock and key. He had always preferred it in the pure form. Deidara stuck the needle in at the chakra point on the inside of his elbow, a melancholy smile on his lips. He hadn't done this much in a long while…It helped, though. It always had, even at the very beginning… The effects were instantaneous. The lines of his chakra network became faintly visible and his skin developed a pale, almost translucent look as the liquid worked its magic. Soldier pills were fairly harmless and a vital addition to a ninja's supplies when used responsibly. This much, though, and the user was in danger of suffering from a complete chakra burnout and the shutting down of the whole chakra network, maybe even death. But Deidara knew what he was doing…

Sasori burst into the small clearing to see Deidara slumped against a tree, his eyes glazed over. Quickly, he knelt down next to the blond, pulling his partner into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Dei. This is all my fault…" he kissed the top of the blond's head.

"Danna? I'm…sorry too…I think…I…did too much…I…love you…" Deidara's words were hardly even a whisper. Sasori grabbed Deidara's head between his hands, panicking.

"Dei? Dei?! Wake up! WAKE UP!" The puppet master shouted frantically, shaking his partner.

Sasori rushed Deidara to the medical bay. Some medical ninjas grabbed the unconscious blond and carried him off to an emergency room, one of the senior medics shouting the names and quantities of various drugs at a group of nurses. Sasori was left to stand, alone.