A/N: Alrighty then! I like how this story is coming along...anyways...I like Orochimaru TT I hate havin him be like this...but it must be done...sighs oh well...oh! and before I forget...forgot Nevermind... On with the story! Wait...I apologize for the making you wait thing!! I am extremely sorry. I have my internet back now though. And I have written lots!! I hope it will make up for my absence. I would have finished the story while I was away, but I needed internet to do some research crucial to the story. Now that I have it, I will get to work on chapter 18!
Art is Art No Matter How Corrupted
Chapter 9: Distress Leads To...
Orochimaru continued his vile acts upon the blond artist, taking pleasure in the boy's distress. The Sound-nin dug his teeth into the boy's collarbone, earning a choked grunt in pain. Deidara had let it slip, not really caring anymore. He was doomed no matter what, so what did it matter? Orochimaru was going to have his way...like always. And Deidara couldn't do a damn thing about it.
The snake-nin's pale white skin contrasted eerily with Deidara's tanned, normal colored skin. The pale man continued his biting and slid his tongue up and down Deidara's chest, running over a nipple. Deidara had to bite his lips and clench his fists to keep from arching and moaning. He refused to let his body betray his mind. It shouldn't work that way. He promised himself that his body was Sasori's. And Sasori's only. Whether he acted upon it or not was Akasuna's decision. No matter what, though, Deidara was always going to be his. Even if he was rejected.
The Iwa-nin was snapped back to reality when the snake wrapped his tongue around Deidara's member, that was now standing at attention, against Deidara's will, of course. Orochimaru started to drag his tongue up and down Deidara's length, earning a disgusted look from the blond artist. He tried to squirm but was instantly restrained with Orochimaru's hands on his hips, nails digging into his flesh. Deidara yelped in pain. "Bastard...un," he breathed.
Orochimaru snickered and the vibrations against his member made Deidara shudder. The blond glared at the snake-nin before laying his head back in resignation. He tried to think of Sasori. He tried to imagine Sasori doing this to him instead of his captor of the past few years. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he imagined what it would be like. Sadly, he would never know. Sasori didn't want him that way. Sure, he loved him, but loving and being in love were two different things. What if what Orochimaru said was true? What if Sasori had only said those things to make the blond stop badgering him? Or what if he said it to not hurt his feelings? What if he didn't mean those words at all? Deidara didn't want to think of those options. He refused to believe the puppeteer lied to him in the cruelest way imaginable. Deidara truly loved Sasori. And Sasori loved him, too...right?
The artist felt Orochimaru remove himself from his member and was grateful. That is, until Orochimaru forcefully flipped him onto his knees, twisting his hands in the binds. He whimpered in pain and lowered his head to brace for the pain that was sure to come. He knew that if he were to kick back like last time, Orochimaru would find some way to horribly pain him. Last time, he roughly grabbed Deidara's balls. The Iwa-born shuddered at that memory. How bad that hurt. The lingering pain with his nails dragging along him. Deidara bit his lip hard, trying to cope with the circumstances.
The explosives specialist was snapped from his thoughts yet again by an unbearable pain in his ass. Orochimaru had inserted himself inside of him. Deidara screamed in agony and waves of pain shuddered through his body. He soon started to whimper. He bit his lip harshly to take the pain away from his backside. He tried to focus on other things other than the present. He thought of Sasori. Repeating his words in his head over and over again. "I love you too...We are more than just partners...I will never harm you." Deidara smiled sadly at those words. Sasori would never harm him like this vile creature was now. Suddenly, the pain subsided and was removed altogether. "Sasori-danna, un," he whispered. This made things a bit more bearable. With thoughts of Sasori loving him...kissing him...holding him. This made Deidara accept his happiness with Sasori.
The blond was brutally shoved into the wall, his already bruised face becoming more bruised by the minute. He was brought back to reality. Orochimaru had him pinned against the wall, thrusting into him savagely. He heard the snake-nin grunting. He was close. Deidara was thankful that he was almost through this hellish activity. He felt a pull on his hair, like always, and fangs sinking into his shoulder. The artist winced in pain and resisted the urge to whimper. Instead, he bit his lip again. Blood leaked from his mouth and Deidara's eyes pooled with tears.
Finally, Orochimaru released. "Sasori-danna, un," Deidara whispered as he slumped into the bed. Orochimaru looked down at his "toy" and looked satisfied. Deidara's right shoulder was bruised and bleeding, his lip was bleeding, the sheets were bloody due to Orochimaru's forced entry, the blond's hips were bruised hideously and bleeding, and Deidara's palms bled from where his nails were digging into himself during the whole fit. Orochimaru was more than satisfied. This is how he preferred it. "Sasori-danna," Deidara whimpered.
Orochimaru smirked and grew bored of Deidara. "When are you going to learn, Deidara? You mean nothing to Sasori. It's one sided infatuation. He will never return your feelings. He will never see you as you want him to. He lied to you," Orochimaru stated, getting dressed.
Deidara's whimpering was soon followed by tears and cries for Sasori. They were choked. Strangled. Weak. He had no energy. No fight left. He didn't have an ounce of resistance left in him. He was broken beyond repair. Shattered beyond recognition. And he was still tied to the bed by his wrists.
At the time, Deidara didn't care in the least. All he cared about was dying. That's all he wanted to do. Damn his life. Damn living. Damn Orochimaru. Damn Akatsuki. One thing he could not damn, however, was Sasori. For he still had feelings for the Akasuna. He refused to believe Orochimaru. He did believe him in some instances, but he wouldn't dare voice that, knowing full well it'd give Orochimaru the utmost pleasure at hearing it. Instead, Deidara laid there, silent tears falling down his cheeks. How he wished Sasori was here. Even in his weakest of moments, he still thought of Sasori. It was then that he noticed Orochimaru was gone.
Sasori clenched his teeth as he sped toward the base. He was less than five minutes away. The lead Zetsu had given was a total flop. He hadn't been there at all! Sasori had the nerve to make a note to kill Zetsu and feed him to Shino's bugs when he got the chance. Either that or use him as fertilizer.
As he ran, the puppeteer felt a sharp pang in his chest. He instinctively brought his hand up to where his heart was and noticed that something didn't feel right. He suddenly got a sinking feeling. This only succeeded in quickening his movements. The faster he returned to Deidara, the better. He seriously hoped he wasn't too late. But something told him he was.
Sasori continued to kick himself as he traveled swiftly back into the village of Ame. People gave him odd looks, but he paid them no mind. All that was on his mind was Deidara. His safety. His well being. Him. Sasori didn't like this feeling he was getting. It seemed that as he neared the Akatsuki base, the sinking feeling gradually got worse. His chest ached. His head throbbed. His stomach burned. This was not good. He prayed to any god out there that he wasn't too late. He wouldn't be able to live with himself, or face Deidara, if he were.
He felt his hatred for Orochimaru rekindle like a phoenix rising from the ashes, ready to start its new life. There was a renewed fire in Sasori's eyes. A new feeling of resolve. Resolve to kill. Resolve to live. Resolve to protect Deidara and keep his eye on the blond every moment of the day. Resolve to hold the fellow artist and tell him exactly how he felt.
Right around the corner now. As he rounded the corner, he saw two figures that looked deathly familiar walking up ahead. One had long black hair, the other white. Sasori brushed it aside for now. It was probably his irrational thoughts, thinking that he saw Orochimaru and Kabuto. His mind was playing tricks on him. They weren't really here. They wouldn't be that stupid as to walk aimlessly around the village, knowing Sasori was pissed beyond belief.
The Suna-born burst through the door of the shared apartment like building. "Deidara!" he called desperately. No answer. It smelled of sex. It smelled of sweat. Sasori's eyes grew wide with anger and realization. He quickly ran through the house, searching desperately to find his blond partner. His attention was drawn to Deidara's room where he saw dim candle light and heard tiny whimpers and sniffles. Sasori threw open the already ajar door and saw a naked Deidara curled up in the fetal position, crying. His arms were bound to the headboard. The sheets were stained with blood. Deidara's body was marred with bruises and bleeding spots.
Sasori ran over to his blond partner. "Dei?" he asked in a tiny voice. Deidara stiffened. The ex-Suna felt horrible. He looked down at Deidara sadly. Orochimaru's doing. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that it was that damned snake-nin's fault. Sasori quickly undid the binding of the blond's wrists and scooped him up into his arms. He carried the Iwa-born to his room and sat him on the bed, kneeling next to him on the floor, brushing his hand over Deidara's cheek. His eyes were empty. Sasori stared and saw that he was broken. Worse than when they first met. "Dei?" he called again, grabbing hold of his partner's hand gently.
Deidara raised his eyes to look at Sasori slowly. His expression was blank. It held no emotions. It held no joy. No sorrow. Nothing. It was empty. It pained the puppet. His once shining blue eyes were now dull and hollow. "Sasori-danna...you came, un," he whispered.
Sasori nodded and stared at Deidara. He cupped the blond's cheek and ran his thumb over it gently and affectionately. "I'm here, Dei," he said softly.
Deidara smiled sadly. "I'm glad, un," he said quietly. Sasori felt his heart break at the blond's submissive behavior. "You came back for me, yeah?" he asked pathetically, tears pooling in his eyes again.
If Sasori could cry, he'd be crying rivers right about now. Instead, he settled for sitting on the bed and pulling Deidara into his embrace. He held the blond close, burying his face into the sculptor's neck. His hand was on the back of Deidara's head, the other around his waist. His head rested on Sasori's shoulder. The Akasuna started to rock his partner comfortingly. "I'm so sorry, Dei..." he whispered softly. Deidara didn't respond. Right now, he didn't care about anything. "Oh, Kami...I'm so sorry," he continued. "I shouldn't have left you. I should have listened to you. I should have taken you with me!" Sasori said a bit louder.
Deidara shook his head. He brought his hand up to Sasori's chest and clutched his Akatsuki cloak. "It would have happened, with or without you, un," he said, barely audible. Sasori was about two seconds from breaking into hysterics. Deidara's eyes flooded with tears. He cuddled closer to Sasori and buried his face into the red head's chest. He started to cry hysterically. "Sasori-danna, un!" he cried, holding a death grip on the man's cloak at his chest. His whole body was trembling.
Sasori was scared to touch Deidara with so many injuries along his body. When he heard the hysterical crying fit, however, Sasori instantly wrapped his arms around Deidara, pulling him closer. He gently rubbed the blond's back, cooing in his ear. He shushed him softly, kissing his temple delicately. "I'm here, Dei," he whispered. He felt horrible. Words couldn't express how bad he felt. If he had only stayed with Deidara, this wouldn't have happened. He was seriously mentally kicking his own ass right now. "It's alright, Dei...calm down...I'm here now," he whispered. He laid another kiss on Deidara's temple.
Deidara sniffled and tried to get even closer to Sasori as he already was. He didn't care if he was naked. What did clothes matter when you were just brutally raped? Nothing. The blond looked up at his danna pitifully. He saw Sasori staring down at him lovingly. The puppeteer brought his hand up to cup the blond's cheek and Deidara was overwhelmed by his previous thoughts. What if Orochimaru was right about him? What if he didn't care? What if this was all an act? Deidara's tears increased tenfold.
Sasori's eyes widened and he held Deidara's face in his hands delicately. "Dei...you have to calm down...you're going to hyperventilate," he said softly. He kissed away Deidara's tears and the blond felt himself calming down, if only a little. When Sasori pulled away from kissing away his tears, he saw Deidara staring at him, unsure of something. Sasori smiled affectionately at the blond Iwa-nin. "I love you, Dei," he whispered before kissing the blond's forehead. He wouldn't dare kiss his lips yet. Not until he knew he was stable.
Deidara sobbed into Sasori's chest quietly. He said it. He said those words. Deidara kicked away all his doubts about the Suna-born not truly loving him. How could he doubt him now? Not after he had just smiled that way at him. Deidara felt horrible for even doubting his partner in the first place. "Sasori-danna...I love you, un," he cried softly. Sasori wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.
Hours flew by and Deidara was finally calm. Given, he was still naked and sitting in Sasori's lap, but he was calm. Sasori was currently cradling him against him, resting his head on the blond's while said Iwa-nin had a death grip on the fabric of the Akasuna's cloak. Sasori was minding his hands and kept them around his partner's waist the whole time. "Dei?" he called quietly. The sculptor shifted a little. "Let's get you cleaned up...okay?" he asked delicately. Deidara nodded and Sasori kissed his forehead again. He scooped the Iwa man into his arms and headed toward their shared bathroom. He sat Deidara on the counter while he drew the bath.
As the water filled the tub, Sasori went over to him. He helped Deidara take his hair down from the matted hair tie and the blond just sat there, letting him disentangle his hair from the red band. Once he was done, Sasori set the tie aside. He held Deidara's face in his hands and tilted his head up to look at him. Deidara looked at him and brought his hand up to hold Sasori's. He pressed his face into his hand and Sasori's mouth twitched in a brief sad smile. Deidara opened his visible eye and looked at Sasori sadly. The Akasuna felt him release his hand. He stared at the blond intently, forgetting everything but Deidara, but still keeping an ear out for the bath. "Forgive me, Dei," he said monotonously, trying his best to hide his sadness. He always did this.
Deidara was used to Sasori's tones and what he really meant. He smiled briefly, another fake one, and shook his head. "Nothing to forgive, yeah," he said earnestly. In all truths, there really was nothing for him to forgive him for. He had done nothing wrong.
Sasori nodded and went back to the bath. He stopped the water and felt it, feeling it was warm enough. He was in his human puppet body, so he had feeling. He went back over to Deidara and helped him up again. He carried him to the bath and set him in gently. Deidara hissed in pain as the warm water hit his wounds. Sasori observed the water slowly changing from clear to a tainted red. The red head flinched at the sight. So much blood. He looked at Deidara and saw him easing up. Sasori finished lowering the blond into the water and retracted his hands before they hurt him or roamed him, whichever happened first. He was about to get up and leave, but something grabbed his wrist. Sasori looked at Deidara and stayed knelt against the tub. He saw uncertainty and a pleading look in the sculptor's eyes. He caught the silent plea and nodded, seating himself. Deidara let go and returned his sight to the tainted water.
The puppeteer knew that Deidara had to get clean, but he didn't think he had to take things into his own hands. Deidara looked so lost. Sasori shed his Akatsuki cloak and set it on the counter next to the towel. He returned to the bathtub and saw the blond blushing furiously. Sasori noticed his uneasiness. He brought his hand up to touch Deidara's cheek and said artist looked at him. "I won't harm you. I won't molest you. And I certainly won't rape you. Understand?" he asked. Deidara relaxed a bit at his words and nodded. "Keep your eyes on me when the time comes," he said sternly. Deidara nodded. He wanted the explosives artist to watch him so he wouldn't freak out.
Sasori grabbed the shampoo while Deidara wet his hair. After he was done, he turned his back to Sasori, showing he was ready. Sasori started to lather up the shampoo and he proceeded to wash the blond's hair. He ran his fingers through Deidara's hair, working the solution into his scalp. Deidara closed his eyes and the good feeling seemed to have escalated to the point of him almost moaning. Sasori worked his fingers through the blond tresses, massaging his scalp with the gentlest of touch.
Seeing that it was thoroughly washed, Sasori stopped. Deidara whined in disappointment and the Akasuna had to bite his lip to prevent himself from laughing. The blond turned to Sasori with those adorable puppy dog eyes. The puppeteer sighed and nodded. He got the hint. Deidara didn't want him to stop. Said blond smiled gratefully at him and Sasori twirled his finger in the air in front of him, telling him to turn back around. Deidara followed his directions and Sasori smirked before running his fingers through the blond hair again. He concentrated on massaging his scalp, easing his head. Deidara sighed contently. Sasori rolled his eyes. The blond was so easy to please.
Deidara took in the sensations that Sasori's fingers on his scalp brought. He was so calm right now. Not a care in the world for the time being. Sasori was his anti-drug, for lack of a better word. Deidara figured it useless to try to hold in the sensation, so he let out a small moan. What he didn't know was that Sasori was fighting the undying urge to take him right there. Deidara sighed again as Sasori removed his hands from his hair. "Sasori-danna?" he asked quietly, rinsing out his hair.
Sasori started to rinse his hands off. "What, Dei?" he asked, not really aggravated, but rather, having issues. Thank any god out there that he was hid by the tub wall. That one sound emitted from Deidara was enough to turn him on. As if touching him so intimately didn't do the job by itself, he had Deidara moaning shamelessly. Sasori cursed his luck and hormones. Both were working against him. Here he was trying to be the good friend and help his just-raped friend out by easing his tensions, and all he could think about was doing the exact same thing to him. Sasori felt disgusted with himself. Thankfully, Deidara didn't notice.
Deidara turned to face Sasori once he was done with his rinsing. "Um...am I a burden to you, un?" he asked quietly, keeping his eyes off of Sasori. Sasori tilted his head in confusion. All movement ceased from the puppet master. "I-I mean...am I troubling you now, yeah?" he asked, clarifying himself.
Sasori smirked and took the blond into his arms, pulling him against his chest, arms wrapped around Deidara's shoulders. "You are not a burden, Dei. Don't think that," he said softly. Deidara smiled and nodded as he returned the quick embrace. Sasori pulled away from Deidara and smirked. "Stand up," he ordered. Deidara raised a brow, his hair falling over his left eye again. He followed Sasori's orders and stood up weakly. He had to grab onto the Akasuna to steady himself.
Sasori held him steady while he bent down to drain some of the water in the tub. This wasn't going to be the easy part. He grabbed the soap and looked from it in his hand to Deidara's face. Deidara had a blush on his face, redder than Sasori's hair. Sasori thought it to be attractive. "You think you can wash yourself?" he asked quietly, averting his glance to the floor. "I...don't want to scare you," he said, trying to sympathize with the blond. He'd be just as bad as Orochimaru if he were to wash Deidara. His hands roaming the Iwa-born's body, sliding in and out of sensitive areas, drawing out pleasurable sounds-
Deidara blushed as he looked at Sasori. "You...won't scare me, un..." he said honestly. As long as he saw Sasori was the one touching him, everything would be alright. The red head's vision snapped back up at Deidara. Did he hear that correctly? He must have, seeing that Deidara was redder than a strawberry. The sculptor glanced at the puppet master shyly and Sasori nodded.
Deidara brightened up a little, seeing that Sasori didn't object. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want Sasori to touch him intimately like this. The Suna-nin started to coat his hands thoroughly with soap, not once taking his eyes off of them. Thoughts were racing through his mind right now. Why? This was going to be difficult for the Suna-born. He wanted to touch Deidara. But the question was: did he have enough restraint not to take it to the next level? Deidara trusted him. So...Sasori decided he did have enough restraint. He would behave himself. Hopefully.
With that thought in mind, Sasori set the soap aside. He reminded himself that this was an innocent bath as he started to run his hands over Deidara's shoulders. Deidara kept his eyes on Sasori and noticed he was way too tense. He grabbed the red head's wrists before he could continue further. Sasori looked at him. "You're nervous, un," he pointed out. Sasori faltered for a moment. Deidara smiled and stepped closer to his danna. "You don't have to, if you don't want to, danna," he said quietly.
Sasori smirked and continued to run his hands over Deidara's body. "Who says I don't want to?" he countered, earning another blush from Deidara. Sasori spun the blond around, back facing him, and continued to work his hands over his shoulders. It went from caressing, to massaging sensually. And thus Sasori continued his massage. He stepped closer to Deidara and continued to work the Iwa-born's muscles. The blond shivered a little. He let his head droop forward as he enjoyed the sensation. He let a moan escape again as Sasori got to the junction of his neck and shoulders. The red head smirked. It was too easy to please Deidara.
He moved on from his shoulders to down his arms. He washed Deidara's back, earning a shudder of delight from his partner. Sasori smirked and continued onward, running his hands over his partner's hips. He trailed his hands over them, dragging his hands to the front of his body. He trailed from Deidara's hips, up his navel, traveling upward to his abs and chest. Sasori's chest was pressing against Deidara's back, not caring at the moment that he was getting soapy and wet. He ran his hands over Deidara's nipples, not even noticing until he moaned quietly. Sasori grinned and dragged his hands lower again. He traced Deidara's chest again, purposely brushing his fingers against the blond's nipples, and down to his stomach. He then ran them down lower and paused just above the sculptor's member.
Deidara's breath quickened, Sasori noticed, and said red head stayed there for a moment, silently asking permission. Deidara turned in his arms and looked at him shyly. Sasori stared at the blond stoically. The Iwa-born timidly and hesitantly pressed his lips against Sasori's. The red head blinked before kissing him back. The Iwa-nin turned to fully face him, Sasori's hands slipping into the small of his back, pulling him closer to him possessively. Deidara slid his hands down Sasori's chest and to his pants. The marionette broke the kiss to look at Deidara. Said blond had a blush on his face with a dazed and pleading smile. Sasori stared for a minute and shook his head. He removed Deidara's hands from his pants and held them in his own. "Dei...you're not thinking right," he said seriously.
Deidara looked at Sasori and shook his head with a smile. "No, un. I am thinking right, yeah. I've wanted-"
Sasori kissed him chastely and looked at the blushing blond, devoid of emotions. "Deidara, wait. I promise once you're healed...we'll do whatever you want. But until then...don't expect anything more from me than this," he said, holding Deidara's hands and kissing him lightly again.
Deidara understood. He was proud that Sasori thought enough about him to not take advantage, but at the same time, he wanted it bad. Even if it wasn't full blown sex, Deidara needed release. Sasori felt said blond's issue on his leg and looked at him, seeing a brighter blush and a shy look. He was ashamed? Sasori grinned and kissed the aroused Iwa-nin, reaching between them to grab hold of his partner. He started to stroke him gently and Deidara moaned in Sasori's mouth. The red head stopped stroking and broke the kiss for a minute. "Bath. Now," he ordered.
"But, danna-"
"No, brat. Get in the bath," he ground out, pushing him into the bath gently. Deidara sat down and pouted. Sasori smirked. He still didn't get it. And that was fine. Sasori joined him on his knees, still wearing his pants. He was on his hands and knees, kissing Deidara, hovering above him. His knees were in between Deidara's spread legs and Sasori leaned on his left hand for support, stroking his member with the right, kissing the blond. Deidara was reclined against the back of the tub, taking in the pleasure. He moaned into his danna's mouth and arched as he felt the pressure building. Deidara wrapped his arms around Sasori's neck lovingly and pulled him closer.
Sasori continued to stroke his partner, slowly increasing his pace. His tongue forced its way into Deidara's mouth as he stroked faster. The sculptor moaned and arched further into Sasori's touch. He took great joy in Deidara's moans and pants. Said red head broke the kiss to kiss and nip at Deidara's now soap-free shoulder. He laid a delicate kiss on his neck and started to suck it softly, adding to Deidara's pleasure. "Danna...un!" he moaned, feeling his release swiftly approaching.
Sasori started to increase the pace, kissing his way back up the aroused blond's neck and jawline, and finally back to his lips. Sasori nipped at his bottom lip and the blond automatically opened for his danna. Sasori ran his thumb over the blond's slit and Deidara bucked beneath him. The Akasuna then started to move faster, feeling Deidara's muscles contract, signaling he was near release. "Dei..." he whispered softly into the man's neck. "Moan for me," he beckoned. Moan he did. Deidara's breathing became strangled as he felt his release a few seconds away.
The Iwa-nin never felt such pleasure before. It didn't even feel this good when he did this to himself. Yet, somehow, Sasori made things ten times better. As soon as Sasori nipped at Deidara's ear, that was it. Deidara released, arching higher into Sasori, with a loud cry. "Danna!" Sasori continued to pump Deidara, slowing in pace, extracting all the liquid he could. The blond shuddered as he felt the last remnants of his orgasm passing. His hold on Sasori's neck had tightened when he came. Realizing this, he let up a little.
Sasori pulled back a little to look at his flustered blond partner. A grin adorned the puppet's beautiful features. Deidara tried to regain his breath as he stared into his danna's reddish-brown eyes. Sasori stared down at the panting man, releasing his cock and sliding his hand up Deidara's ribs to the small of his back. "Dei," he whispered. Said blond focused on Sasori, his breathing now even. "So beautiful," he whispered before kissing him softly. Deidara moaned quietly and relaxed in his danna's arms. The marionette pulled away and sat up in the now soiled water. Deidara was helped up by his danna. They proceeded to dry off, another agonizing task for the Akasuna.
Sasori started to dry off his lover's body with a light blue towel. Deidara watched intently, still trying to wrap his mind around the mind-blowing moment the two shared. When Sasori came back up to face Deidara, the blond smiled for him, earning him a smirk in return. Sasori wrapped the towel around the blond's back and pulled him into him, staring into his cerulean eye. "Aishiteru, brat," he whispered before claiming his lips with his own.
Deidara felt at ease once again thanks to his Sasori-danna.
TBC
