Explosions lit up the night sky, spilling vibrant colors across the inky black canvas. Greens met reds, blues met oranges, yellows met violets, all in a thrilling display that sent muffled "booms" echoing through the land. Alex watched the show with delight in his eyes, leaning forward as far as Deidara was willing to let him go. The blond had his arms enveloped around the smaller man, where they were camped out on the grassy hill for the night. It was a solo mission, but of course, "solo" always included Alex, now. Deidara thought that everything included Alex.
Alex grinned as Deidara released another flurry of small clay bombs, the fireworks far from over. The ibrida wasn't quite sure when he'd aimlessly wandered off that cliff and fallen for Deidara, but all things considered, it wasn't too bad. The fall had been absolutely wrecking at first, but Deidara had been there to catch Alex, once Alex had finally acknowledged that and stopped trying to fall into a pit of despair. Leaning back, the younger boy pressed his mouth against Deidara's neck, where a smattering of hickeys already adorned tanned skin. "It's beautiful," Alex said against Deidara's ear.
Deidara shrugged with a smug smirk. "You're a pretty good catch yourself, yeah," he kidded, earning a little nudge from Alex. Where there had once been vehement arguments with raised voices and painful consequences, be it from a shocking bracelet or a thrown fist from certain parties, there was now playful banter. Maybe Deidara wasn't the only explosive one in the relationship, Alex had to concede that. "This is what our lives will be like if we have to leave. I can give you the sky," Deidara murmured, pressing a kiss to Alex's temple.
Alex still didn't like thinking about the possibility of what the future may bring, though he knew Deidara had to stay on his toes and think of every possible outlet. He was the one who would have to pay attention and anticipate their secret getting discovered. Alex still felt guilty for that, but he reminded himself how Deidara wasn't a willing member of the Akatsuki, just like he and Amaya weren't. Sometimes, Alex suspected that Deidara was eager to leave and that he was only waiting on a valid enough excuse. It would be a risky endeavor, that was probably the only reason Deidara was searching for a good reason. Alex couldn't fault him; being in the Akatsuki, regardless of being a captive, made him feel like he had constant eyes on him at all times. One wrong move would be catastrophic.
"You know, I never thought I'd grow up to be a rogue criminal," Alex mused, feigning a thoughtful expression while Deidara huffed out a laugh.
"What did you think you'd be, then?" Deidara asked, curious of what Alex might say. From the talks that had risked going deep enough, Deidara had learned enough about Alex's past to understand that it was thin ice, much like his own was. Deidara had confided the dark parts of himself to Alex, at one point hoping it might frighten the boy away, but it only had succeeded in drawing Alex closer. Deidara wasn't sure if Alex thought he could fix him, because there was no fixing a disaster, but Alex still seemed determined to patch Deidara up.
Alex twisted his mouth to the side in thought. "I was pretty young, but I think the last real thing I saw myself doing as an adult was working with literature. I loved books and libraries, and I saw a future in them. Now, though, I wonder if I might be too restless. I'm becoming a little addicted to flying with you," Alex smiled.
Deidara cocked a brow, trying to picture Alex working in a library, organizing or perhaps writing scrolls. Alex was bookish (god knows Alex had torn through the books Deidara brought back for him like a hurricane) but he was also full of wanderlust, hungering for new places and savoring the sights. A life on the run, with the occasional stop for a good story, suited Alex much better. Deidara aimed to give his boy that life. "You would have been the library cat," Deidara said flatly.
"Yeah?" Alex started, "you're cattier than I am, you ever met yourself? You like to sun yourself and you're prissy about how I touch you. All you'd need to do is grow your painted claws out," he quipped. Deidara burst out in a laugh that got swallowed whole by the sound of one of the bombs going off. Alex had certainly flourished in his sarcasm, growing brazen over the past months. Affectionately, Deidara ruffled Alex's hair.
"Watch it, un. I'll start bringing a spray-bottle with me," the bomber warned. Alex didn't take the threat to heart. Deidara had deactivated the bracelet some weeks ago, and unless he wanted that pretty face scarred, he'd watch himself. Pein-sama had not been alerted to the deactivation, and Alex suspected Amaya's own was now nothing but decoration as well. It was so they could defend themselves should another member threaten them, like Hidan had tormented Amaya in the beginning, and Alex attracted stares in near every town Deidara took him to. The blond had gotten sick of it and decided if Alex was going to draw in trouble, he could punch trouble in the face on his own.
Falling quiet, Alex huddled backwards against his lover, seeking warmth against the early spring chill. With how uncertain the future may be, he wanted to soak up all the soft moments he could. Someday there may come a time where moments like these were hard to come by, and Alex was selfish when it came to his time with Deidara.
So, until then, Alex would enjoy the leisure that he and Deidara could afford. Every time he closed his eyes, he dreamed of an ocean inside bright blue eyes; and when he opened them he faced a florid explosion.
But, perhaps their love didn't have to be transient.
Winter was officially over, but there were still some lingering effects. I peered out of the window as I wrapped my towel tighter around myself, watching as glistening snowflakes were beginning to pile up on the ground. I'd have to remind myself to be careful when I went outside next, I was clumsier than hell and the ice wouldn't be helping, though it should melt soon. I loved the colder months, but I'd spent as long as I could under the shower to soak up the inviting warmth, letting it seep into my bones to ward off any chill. All the same, instead of dressing smartly, I threw on one of Sasori's shirts, letting the fabric swallow me whole. I ran my hand through my hair, noting that my locks had grown out and they were now about to my shoulders. It was a marker as to how much time had passed. I was still reeling a bit from the sudden change everything had taken. Sometimes, I wondered if my feelings were serious, or if I'd managed to get a case of Stockholm Syndrome. Well, if I had, perhaps I'd keep that bit to myself.
A warm chest pressed against my back, startling me some and prompting me to gasp. "You have to stop sneaking up on me," I huffed, nudging my elbow against Sasori's side.
"Perhaps you should start paying better attention," the older man remarked.
Slyly trailing my fingers along Sasori's arm, I hummed in thought. "You know, most people have the courtesy not to sneak up on a lady." I was pushing it by calling myself a lady, but all was fair in love and war, and sometimes those things went hand in hand.
Sasori chuckled, a low rumble near my ear that made me shiver. "Some men aren't as nice as I am," Sasori said, his hands sliding around my waist. His fingers squeezed against my hips, tugging me back against him. "They might sneak up to take advantage of the certain lady."
Well, two could play that game, even if one player didn't have much experience. I turned in his grasp enough so that I could press my lips against his jawline, where I left a series of kisses up to his mouth. Sasori leaned down to further the kiss as I pulled away, wearing a playful smirk. "You know, the lady can probably take care of herself," I said, to which Sasori arched a brow.
He caught my chin in his fingertips and tilted my head up, bringing my mouth back to his, right where he wanted me. "Maybe she should watch her mouth," he murmured, finally kissing me. I had a hunch there were some…implications behind that, a promise that I wanted to see him go through with. It had been a few weeks since I had shut down Sasori's advances, and while that time seemed miniscule to some, it was just enough for me to gain the confidence and comfort I wanted to pursue Sasori's affections.
With my face heated in a flush, I wrapped my fingers around Sasori's wrist, where his hand rested chastely on my waist. "What would the man do if she didn't?" I asked, batting my eyelashes when Sasori pulled back to look at me, as if doubting that I knew what I was doing. I knew very well I was provoking him, I was counting on it.
After a moment of collecting himself, Sasori smirked. "This," he answered, raising his right hand. I didn't see the chakra strings as he spun me around and pulled me forward against his chest, where I fell into his embrace. One of his arms wrapped around me, his hand pressing against the small of my back while his free hand held the back of my head, drawing me into a fierce kiss. It was the harshest we'd shared, all heavy passion instead of cautious chastity. We were no longer exploring, we were delving right into what we both knew we wanted. I was the one who wanted to take the kiss further, I nipped Sasori's lower lip hard enough for him to open his mouth and grant me what I sought. My tongue slipped past his soft lips and into his mouth, coaxing him to reciprocate. His teeth hinted at my tongue in retaliation for my biting at him.
I shuddered when Sasori's hand slipped beneath my shirt, resting against my back. When we broke away, we panted against one another's mouths, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. "You cheat," I exhaled, curling my fingers against Sasori's bare chest.
"You lose," he smiled. Feeling challenged, I smirked at the man, spreading my fingers against his shoulders and shoving him backwards. The backs of his legs hit the bed and he collapsed onto the mattress. I approached him, sauntering towards him as he pushed up onto his elbows to watch me crawl atop him, straddling his waist. Leaning down, hovering above his face, I traced Sasori's open lips with the tip of my tongue. "I'm pretty sure I won," I grinned, cocksure and hazy from the lust pouring into my veins.
Sasori, once he'd recovered, brought his hands up to slide them along my back. I'd yet to put on anything beneath the shirt, and that became more apparent as he pushed the fabric up. "You're still tense," he pointed out, pressing his fingertips into the muscles of my back.
Feeling bold, I rocked my hips down as I cocked my head at Sasori. "Well, do you think you could help me with that?" I asked him, feigning innocence when what we were doing was anything but. I heard Sasori swallow, but right when I'd thought I'd finally caught him off guard, he leaned up and flipped me over onto the mattress. I gasped as I bounced on the soft cotton, glancing over my shoulder as Sasori prowled above me. I remembered once feeling much like prey when in front of the man; now I felt the same, but for entirely different (and better) reasons.
Sasori's fingers pressed into my shoulders first, massaging against the tension of my muscles as he kneaded down to between my shoulder blades. I groaned in appreciation, arching like a needy cat beneath Sasori's skilled hands as he rubbed his hands down my back, coaxing me to relax. My skin flushed as he slipped his hands beneath the shirt I was wearing, pushing it up and revealing me inch by inch. I leaned up to slip out of the shirt one sleeve at a time, not bothering to watch to see where Sasori tossed it.
Sasori leaned down over me, his thumbs pressing circles into my lower back. "Beautiful," he murmured against my ear. My tension dissolved into Sasori's hands as he skimmed his palms up my back, as if he were soaking it all up. Goosebumps were now rising onto my skin as Sasori splayed his fingers out, grazing them against my sides as they traversed me. "You're good with your hands," I teased, rolling onto my back. I listened as Sasori's breath hitched, clearly not expecting me to be that brazen yet. I wasn't expecting it either, but I had nothing to hide, anymore. My breasts had been pressed into the mattress beneath me, but my nipples had grown hard with the cold air and the deft attention, now tight pink buds.
I was still nervous, but my desire was beating my anxiety with a broom at that point. I wrapped my arms around Sasori as he leaned down to kiss me, raw passion conveyed through that tiny connection as our mouths melded together. Teeth nipped at lips and tongues teased at one another, until my chest heaved with breathlessness and Sasori's hands had begun to slide up my waist, palms skidding up my abdomen and towards my chest. I opened my mouth with a moan when his fingertips, cool and calloused from years of work, began to roll my nipples between themselves. His forefinger and thumb tugged at my sensitive buds, sending out sharp tingles of pleasure that made me squirm beneath Sasori.
Sasori's mouth found my neck in the absence of my mouth, sucking several marks onto my throat that I would be proud to bear. I reached out, scratching my nails up Sasori's back. A growl rumbled in Sasori's chest as he pressed his body against mine, my breasts squishing against his chest as he captured my mouth in another hungry kiss. I wanted to consume, I wanted him to devour me. He pinched at my nipples and I whimpered into his mouth, nudging my thigh against his leg as I encouraged him to take off the last clothes barring us; his pants.
Once he'd stripped as bare as I was, I let my hand sneak down between our bodies to grasp at his erection. I circled my fingers around it as I started to stroke Sasori, listening as his breathing became heavy and quick against the crook of my neck. I enjoyed the inkling of control I'd gotten as I stroked him to full hardness, precum smearing against my hand and serving as fair lubricant. Sasori thrust his hips into my palm, his throaty groan making me shiver in response, deriving pleasure just from feeling and listening to Sasori come apart in my hand. His erection was hot in my hand as I pumped him, pulling away with a final rub of my thumb against his leaking head.
Sasori's hands were between my legs, coaxing my thighs apart to open myself to him more. I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his fingertips stroke against my sex. My earlier comment about him being good with his hands held up as he took me apart, his thumb rubbing teasing circles against my clitoris while he pressed his fingers into my sex. I was wet enough that he hardly met resistance, though I still winced at the initial entry, to which he hushed me until I felt comfortable as he stroked his fingers in and out of me. The gentle pressure he used to rub against my clitoris kept me right on the edge, until I was pushing myself down against his fingers and all but begging for him to finish me.
When he pulled his hand away I cried out in frustration. Sasori's laugh was breathless above me as he leaned back, settling between my spread legs. "You want more, princess?" he asked me, the old nickname sending a flutter through my belly as I nodded, murmuring my pleas. His lips found mine as he pressed the tip of his cock against me, sliding inside of my slick entrance slowly. I cringed, digging my fingertips into his shoulders as he filled me. It was painful, an uncomfortable stretch that left an ache, but it was nothing compared to the ache of my want. My knees pressed against Sasori's waist as he finally came to a rest, allowing me a moment to adjust. I drew him close, my breathing heavy and shaky.
It was slow. Sasori moved his hips carefully, his hands reverent on me as he stroked my face and my chest down across my abdomen. I whined when his fingers found my clitoris again, rubbing against me as his hips began to rock a little faster. I shared a tender kiss with Sasori, a tense pressure building in my abdomen that made my voice begin catching in my throat in little whimpers. It was a gradual rise to the peak, where I moaned Sasori's name as my body trembled in his grasp. I cried out as he continued rolling his hips into mine, his cock dragging against my convulsing walls through my orgasm and making me whine in oversensitive bliss.
Sasori spilled inside of me in a hot flood that left me shuddering, dazed from our finishes. I flinched as he pulled from my spent body, a body I knew would be sore later. For now, though, I was content to let Sasori pull me against his chest. I wanted to sink against him and bask, to fall asleep and know I'd wake up to him. "I love you," I whispered, the first I'd ever said. It was the strongest I'd ever felt it.
Sasori stilled, and for a moment I felt terror bubble through my warm haze. I feared I'd overstepped a boundary until, in a gentle motion, Sasori leaned down and caught me in another kiss. It was sweet, sensual instead of carnal. "I love you too," he reassured, pecking my lips a final time. I smiled, my eyes beginning to drift shut. I had once longed for so much, for so many things I could hardly name them. In that moment, though, I wanted for nothing.
My longing had been fulfilled, and I intended for it to be everlasting.
And another of my old stories remastered! Thank you for sticking around for the ride, regardless if you're an old reader rereading or a new one just checking in!
Not entirely detailed sexual content because I absolutely didn't want to write it lmao, I'm so sorry. I'm just really not into writing sex lately, but I wanted to offer a little suggestive content at least, it's just not the perverse lewdfest I once wrote.
Literally I was writing this and my brain was screaming the word "THRUST!" at me instead of anything useful, if that speaks of how dead my brain was when it came to writing smut. Rip.
Side note: this is fanfiction and not meant to represent safe sex or healthy relationships in any capacity!