AN: It's been another while, no? I'd apologise, but I never really promised I'd be punctual in updating. :3 'Sides, my exams are coming up (not that I'm going to revise – it's just year ten, I have no need to). Wish me luck. So here you, our first role reversal. Well. It's a bit ambiguous in that aspect… I'll say no more, and leave you to read it then review it, please? –lovelove-
DeiSaso – Puppet Strings
It should have been simple, really. Sasori was, in essence, a child. Okay, so that was complete bullshit; the man was over forty years old now. But he still looked thirteen – it made Deidara wonder if he wasn't acting on some kind of weird, surpressed, paedophilic urge that he had never felt before. But no, Sasori was far more than a child. And the puppet knew exactly how to get what he wanted.
So really, when Deidara had had those days when he was just so horny that 'the usual' just wouldn't suffice (and oh, he'd had a lot of those days; Sasori felt sore from just thinking about some of those times), and the blonde was on top of the puppet, trailing his every inch of skin with hot mouths and scraping teeth and artistic tongues… It should have been simple – Sasori was his instead of the other way around. It was a 'once every so often' situation, it didn't happen often. But it did happen and that was that and it should have been simple.
The thing was that Sasori also had those days when he was just so horny that 'the usual' just wouldn't suffice. And he knew exactly how to get those breathtakingly (volcanically) hot mouths with slow, sensual, scraping teeth and masterful, godforsaken artist's tongues.
He'd get the younger (in age, not appearance) boy underneath him; get him begging for everything, anything that the redhead wanted him to beg for. Manipulate him like a puppet. Get him to say,
Oh, Danna, oh – OH! – oh GOD, Danna, Danna…
Get him to say,
Un… uh, u-uhn…
And then wooden lips would brush against the soft skin of the boy's earlobe and he'd whisper,
Take me. I order you to.
And Deidara would have no choice but to obey his Danna. He just couldn't work out if he was really on top. How could he bury himself inside someone, yet scream out MASTER!– it didn't make sense. It should have been simple.
It wasn't.
AN: I'll give you a nice surprise. The next chapter is actually already written. So you'll probably get it fairly soon. 8D
Seriously though you guys. I'd really like some reviews for this chapter. It was quite a hard concept for me to convey. I'd like to know if you think I've done it okay. –lovelove-
