If Deidara thought Sasori was going to just roll over and give up his cigarettes, he really was a dumb blonde.
Sasori was in his room, plotting his strategy carefully. The war was not going in his favor, so he had to move quickly, before it was too late.
The blonde had officially switched this war to a battle of wills, and Sasori needed to figure out how to make the blonde cave. On one hand, Deidara had shown need and been the one to directly approach Sasori with that sinful mouth of his (just the thought of it was enough to make Sasori hard), but on the other hand, that little incident had put the Akasuna in the palm of the bomber's hand.
Sasori growled and pulled at his hair. What the hell could he do?! As long as he had this lust for Dei-
He froze, a wicked smile creeping across his face. Ok, plot of evil formed. He rose from his bed and walked to the door. Now to find a certain blonde.
Deidara sighed as he flipped through the channels. Of course there wouldn't be anything on TV. He heard footsteps but didn't bother to look up; it had to be Sasori. The redhead flopped down next to him on the couch. "What's on, brat?"
"Nothing, un." Deidara sighed as he finally settled on watching the news. The TV suddenly went black. "Hmm?" He looked down and saw that Sasori had grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. "Danna, what was that for, un?" Sasori smiled and moved towards the blonde. "Sasori dan-" the red head crashed his lips to the blonde's, silencing the artist.
Deidara automatically returned the kiss, arms moving of their own accord and wrapping around Sasori's neck. "Ok, I give up. I have no control when he's like this." Deidara moved his body closer to Sasori's, rubbing his torso against the Akasuna's. Sasori bit Deidara's lip in a demanding way, all but forcing the blonde to open up.
Deidara let a moan slip out of himself as Sasori's tongue rubbed against his own, tasting the blonde. He felt Sasori's arms wrap around his waist and pull him to his feet, lips still touching his own. They finally pulled apart for air, and Sasori's lips moved to Deidara's ear. "My room," he ordered. Deidara nodded and let Sasori lead him to the bedroom, mind already growing foggy with lust.
As soon as they were inside Sasori pinned Deidara to the wall for another kiss that left the blonde gasping for air. Sasori smirked and moved to the bomber's neck, nipping at the tense flesh as he began undressing the artist.
Deidara's hands began undoing the Akasuna's shirt, fingers shaking with anticipation. As soon as they were both shirtless, Sasori moved them to the bed, pushing Deidara down onto his back and kissing the blonde's collarbone. "Hmm, you taste pretty good Dei-chan…" he bit down, drawing blood and a cry from the sculptor.
Deidara felt his need for Sasori growing with each passing second. "Shit, when did I get so pathetic?" He managed to get his arms working long enough to push Sasori away. "No sex unless you're gonna quit smoking, un."
Sasori frowned and moved back to Deidara's neck. "Persistent about that, aren't we?" He nipped at the blonde's soft flesh, making Deidara gasp and nearly lose his train of thought.
"Danna…ahh….you d-don't get…AH!...anything unless…ooh…you s-stop…" he pushed Sasori away again.
The red head frowned; Deidara was making this more difficult than he'd intended. Still, no matter; he had the blonde right where he wanted him. "Is that so?" Deidara's eyes widened drastically as a hand slipped down into his pants, grasping his hardening member. "But then how are you going to have any fun?" the Akasuna purred, grinned wickedly as he oh-so-slowly began pumping the blonde.
Deidara gritted his teeth as pleasure coursed through his body. "Resist, dammit!"
Sasori slowed down, and despite the blonde's best efforts a whine of frustration slipped out of Deidara, making Sasori grin even wider. "Well, Dei-chan?" The blonde didn't trust himself to speak, so he just shook his head.
Sasori frowned. "How about a compromise then?"
Deidara stared at the ceiling, thinking carefully before responding. "One death stick a day, un."
"You're kidding."
"And you don't smoking inside the house, un."
Sasori stared at the blonde like he was crazy. "Why should I?"
Deidara grinned and sat up. "Because you want me, un. It's my body or your smokes, un." He ran his tongue over Sasori's lips teasingly. "Well danna?"
Sasori crashed their lips together, knocking Deidara backwards. "Fine," the red head growled, yanking off Deidara's pants. "But from now on, I fuck you whenever I feel like it. Got it?" He pulled off his own pants before pressing three fingers to Deidara's lips. "Now suck before I change my mind."
Deidara took all three fingers in at once, wrapping his tongue around each one and sucking lightly. Sasori's face flushed at the sight; why did the blonde have to be sot hot?!
He practically ripped his fingers out of Deidara's mouth and moved them down to the blonde's entrance, before poking to digits in. Deidara hissed and arched his back. "Don't be so rough, un."
Sasori merely smirked and added a third finger. "What, the big scary bomber doesn't like a little pain?" he slid his fingers out and thrust in, making Deidara cry out. "I'll go easy on you this time," he said, thrusting in at a different angle.
Deidara screamed at the feeling. "Danna, there, un."
"Hmm? You mean here?"
Sasori began rubbing his fingers over the spot, sending stars across Deidara's vision. "Y-yes, un!"
Deidara felt the fingers leave him and began whining, before he felt Sasori flip him over and grab his hips. "This'll probably hurt," was the only warning Deidara received before Sasori thrust in.
The blonde screamed and the redhead hissed. "Damn, you're tight!" Deidara tried to relax his body, not sure how long Sasori's patience would hold out. Once the pain dissipated enough, he began to fidget. Sasori took this as his cue to move and pulled out before thrusting back in, hands firmly gripping the blonde's slim waist.
Deidara cried out as Sasori began pounding into him. "How deep can he go in me?" He thought about their little incident in the closet and realized he'd asked a dumb question. Sasori hit his sweet spot, sending white hot pleasure through his body. Sasori slid one hand from the blonde's waist and grabbed his cock, pumping him in time with each thrust.
Deidara's body was coming close to that blissful edge, and he knew he couldn't hold it. "DANNA!" he screamed, climaxing in the Akasuna's hand and collapsing limply onto the bed. Sasori felt the blonde's heat tighten around him and came a moment later, a low moan escaping his lips. He fell on top of Deidara, panting for air.
The blonde felt Sasori's breath against his neck before the Akasuna sat up, climbing out of the bed and pulling his boxers on. Deidara watched as Sasori grabbed a cigarette from a pack the bomber had failed to confiscate and opened a side door, stepping outside onto the patio and lighting up. Sasori sat down and sighed, smiling. "You're a damn good fuck."
"Hmmph." Deidara grabbed his clothes and walked to the door. "I'm gonna take a shower, un."
Sasori paused to watch the blonde exit the room. "How odd; I didn't think he'd be up to walking after that." He heard a thump come from the hallway and grinned. "Never mind."
