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Art is Art No Matter How Corrupted
Chapter 11: You are Mine
Sasori looked at Deidara as he was held by him. Did the Iwa-nin even know what he was doing to him? Or did he know and just chose to torture him with his body? Sasori didn't know, but it was rather frustrating. He wanted so badly to touch the sculptor, but he knew that if he did, he would be no better than that vile snake-nin. The puppet master had to grip his arms to keep them crossed. Deidara kept hugging him, though, slightly breathing on the red head's neck. The warm breath was arousing. It did nothing to help Sasori's condition. Nonetheless, the Akasuna kept his hands to himself, not even embracing the blond back. "Brat, if you don't get out of here, you will not like what I do," he warned through clenched teeth.
Deidara looked at his danna. He heard the dangerous tone he held. He was slightly curious. He basically told him that he wanted him to touch him. So, why would he leave? The terrorist smirked and kissed his danna's lips softly. He nibbled his bottom lip and felt Sasori clamp them together to prevent from giving in. Deidara smirked yet again at this. His danna had remarkable self control. Even aroused, he showed restraint. He truly was admirable. But it annoyed the bomber as well as amazed him.
Deidara brought his lips to Sasori's neck and started to nip with a slight moan as he ran his hands along his danna's chest. Sasori glared at the blond, eyes heavy with lust and need. Deidara bit his neck again and felt the Suna-born incline his head for better access. Deidara moved along his neck, trailing kisses, bites, nips, and suckles along the tender flesh. "Danna," the blond moaned into Sasori's neck. The puppeteer shivered. He loved the sound of Deidara's moans. It sounded even better when he moaned his name. But he wouldn't give in. He clamped his arms tighter, feeling the temptation rising. "Danna, un," the Iwa-born moaned again, grinding his hips lightly against Sasori's.
Sasori couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed the blond's hips roughly and steadied them. "Brat," the red head said with obvious trouble. "Stop," he ground out. Deidara looked at his danna with a grin. He kissed the puppet master's lips delicately, biting his lower lip again. The marionette groaned, trying desperately not to molest him and take him right there. It was damn hard, but he was resisting. His hands remained clamped to the blond's hips, but only by sheer will power.
Deidara felt Sasori's grip on his hips tighten and he arched into his danna. He moaned quietly as he bit his lover's lip again. "Danna," he moaned. "Please, un," he whined. Sasori felt his resistance slipping. His restraint, his will power, his well built indifferentiality, all of it was slipping. As Deidara moaned, it was all vanishing as if it never existed. And they weren't even naked yet! At the blond's begging word, Sasori slowly opened his mouth. Deidara wasted no time in plunging his tongue into his danna's mouth. He licked the roof of the red head's mouth, dragging it along slowly. His tongue found Sasori's and tapped it, sliding across it playfully, encouraging it to engage in the heated war of dominance. The puppeteer groaned and allowed his tongue to play with Deidara's. Said bomber moaned as Sasori's tongue whipped dangerously against his own. He felt the Akasuna's grip on his hips tighten yet again and ground his hips against the puppeteer's.
Sasori released another groan, much to Deidara's pleasure. The blond smirked and ran his hands through the scarlet hair, tugging on it gently. The Suna native shuddered and bit Deidara's lip. Said blond moaned again and Sasori's hands grew minds of their own. They moved from Deidara's hips to his back, rubbing upward as they went. One entangled itself in the blond hair, while the other removed the red tie that held the rest captive. His fingers curled in the blond tresses, fisting them in his hands. The blond released another moan. He leaned into Sasori and knocked them over on the Akasuna's back. Sasori broke the kiss to stare up at Deidara. "You're not going to stop, are you?" he asked monotonously, attempting to hold annoyance within that statement. He failed miserably.
Deidara smirked. "Nope," he said simply. Sasori looked thoughtful. He avoided Deidara's eyes and turned his head to the side. The terrorist leaned above his Suna lover and trapped his arms above Sasori's head. Said puppeteer glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Deidara was staring intently at him. "Danna is upset, yeah?" he asked quietly, fearing he had gone too far.
Sasori sighed and shook his head. "Not upset, brat," he said quietly. "I don't want to take advantage of you," he said monotonously again. Deidara looked at him curiously. Sasori sighed heavily. "I don't want to fuck you. There, I said it," he said with evident frustration.
Deidara blushed and got off of Sasori quickly. The marionette looked at him curiously. He almost whined at the loss of warmth. The blond was up and heading toward the door. Sasori sat up quickly. The explosives artist opened the door and stopped briefly. "Sorry, un," he whispered before leaving.
Sasori laid there and rethought those words. His eyes widened and he shot up off the bed after Deidara. He saw him in the living room area, curled up on the couch. His knees were pulled to his chest and his head was buried in his knees. Now that Sasori thought about it, he basically said he didn't want the blond. Or at least, that's how Deidara took it. It was true Sasori didn't want to fuck Deidara. He didn't want to have sex, either. He wanted to make love. He felt he had to explain this to Deidara, seeing that he didn't look for the alternate meaning and Sasori hadn't explained it clearly.
With that thought, he walked over to Deidara and seated himself next to the blond. Deidara looked up at him and instantly covered his face again. His hold on himself tightened and Sasori sighed quietly. He pushed himself on top of Deidara and straddled him, causing the blond to glare at him. Sasori kissed the blond softly. Said sculptor stared curiously at him. He had just rejected him and now he was kissing him? He was confused. The Suna-nin broke the kiss to look at Deidara. The look on his face was a serious one. "Let me explain," he said simply. Deidara remained silent, but gave a nod. Sasori smirked and continued. "When I said I didn't want to fuck you, that was the truth." Deidara's face fell. "But," Sasori added with a grin. "I didn't say anything about making love to you," he whispered into the blond's neck.
Deidara blushed and his eye widened. "D-danna-"
Sasori cut him off with a kiss to his lips. The blond artist relaxed and sighed contently into the kiss. He understood. He misunderstood the wording. He didn't analyze the true meaning behind the statement like he should have. Sasori clasped their hands by Deidara's head and licked his blond's lips eagerly. The explosives artist opened for him and moaned when their tongues met again. It was all intoxicating. It was pure ecstasy.
Sasori broke the kiss after a while, giving the blond air. He stared down at his blue eyed partner and held the stare while Deidara caught his breath. The Suna-nin unclasped a hand to run the back of it over the Iwa-born's cheek gently. The bomber leaned into his touch, closing his eyes contently. Sasori laid one more kiss on the Iwa-nin's lips before sitting up and getting off completely. Deidara whined at the loss. He saw Sasori walk off, a suggestive stare back at Deidara, willing him to follow. It all made sense. The bedroom awaited.
Sasori waited eagerly in his room for his hyperactive blond. As if on cue, Deidara walked through the door nervously. The Akasuna walked over to him and kissed his forehead. He tilted his head upward so Deidara was looking at him. The red head's face was serious. "I'm only going to ask you this once, Deidara," he said lowly. Said blond nodded. "And I want you to think about it before answering." The Iwa native nodded once again. Their eyes were locked as Sasori hesitated to ask the question they both knew was necessary. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked finally after a period of silence.
Deidara's blue eyes searched Sasori's brown ones as he thought over the answer. There really was nothing to reconsider. He loved Sasori more than anything. He truly wanted this. The question was, could his body handle it? Would he freak out again like before and think Sasori to be Orochimaru? The terrorist considered all these options before answering. Somehow, as he looked deeper into Sasori's eyes, the answer was clear. Deidara smiled as he looked at Sasori. "I'm sure, un," he said confidently. The red head flashed a smile and took the blond's hand in his. "Just one thing, yeah," he said quietly. Sasori stopped at the bed and sat down. Deidara sat in his lap and pointed his index fingers together innocently. "If I freak out, un...don't stop?" he asked hopefully.
Sasori contemplated that last question. He looked at Deidara and turned his face to look at him. Deidara's eyes met his own and the marionette smirked. "Not on your life, brat," he assured him. The hyperactive artist nodded and threw his arms around Sasori. He turned in the puppeteer's lap so he was straddling him. A light blush appeared on Deidara's cheeks as he sat there for a moment, hands on Sasori's shoulders, face inches away from his danna, and legs on either side of the Akasuna's hips. Sasori's hands were around Deidara's waist as he looked at the blond, searching for any uneasiness. When he found none, he decided to get things started.
Sasori claimed Deidara's lips with his own in a heated kiss. Said blond pulled the red headed puppeteer closer with his arms around his neck and leaned into him, falling on top of his danna. Sasori kept his hands busy, slipping up and down the blond's sides, and into his shirt. The sculptor shivered pleasurably, loving the feeling of Sasori's hands grabbing at his flesh. The Iwa-nin sighed in content. The puppet master ventured further and ran his hands around the front of Deidara's chest. He slid his tongue over Deidara's lips and said blond opened eagerly. Their tongues clashed in a heated war as they teased and nipped at each other hungrily. Sasori bit down on Deidara's lip softly and the Iwa-born moaned softly.
The Akasuna smirked and ran his hands higher to his partner's nipples. He tweaked them between his thumb and index finger, dragging a louder moan from the blond on top of him. Sasori broke the kiss to trail down to Deidara's neck. He bit it softly, making his lover arch with pleasure. Deidara got an idea and slid his hands from his Akasuna's shoulder. His fingertips lightly traced their way down his collarbone to Sasori's chest. He found the puppeteer's nipples and had his hand mouths suck and tease them. Sasori shuddered and moaned against the blond's neck. "You play dirty, Dei," the marionette whispered against the blond's pale skin.
Deidara grinned. "Fair is fair, danna," he whispered back as he kissed his danna's collarbone. His hand mouths bit down gently on Sasori's now hardened nubs, dragging a pleasured hiss and arch from the red head. Sasori bucked his hips against Deidara's eagerly. Their arousals slid against each other, causing both to moan. Deidara looked down at the puppet master. He slid his hands down to his danna's waistband and hooked his fingers in them, waiting for permission.
The Suna-nin sat up, knocking Deidara onto his back. He crawled on top of the blond and hooked his own fingers in the blond's pants. He smirked down at his lover and tugged at his pants. He removed them with ease. As soon as he tossed them aside, Sasori returned his vision to his blond artist. His eyes roamed the pale skin, taking in every dip and curve. The Iwa's body truly was remarkable. Sasori's eyes found Deidara's and he smirked at the shy look awaiting him. Sasori leaned down, covering Deidara's body with his own. He leaned on his elbows as he kissed the terrorist's neck softly. The bomber moaned silently, tilting his head to give his danna more access.
The Akasuna found the blond's swollen nubs, tweaking them again. His partner writhed beneath him eagerly. "So beautiful, Dei," he whispered. Said sculptor moaned in response. His arms darted up to lace his fingers in the red hair. The marionette kissed his way down his lover's neck to his collarbone, placing gentle bites and sucks every now and then. He kissed his way down Deidara's chest to his nipples. He replaced his fingers with his mouth.
"Danna," Deidara moaned, fingers still tangled in the red tresses of his danna. Sasori grunted, feeling the slight tug and constriction on his scalp. He switched nipples and teased the other with his fingers. Deidara felt the cold air hit his warm body and arched with a shudder. He tried to look at his danna but didn't make it far before his head flew back and another moan escaped his lips shamelessly.
Sasori smirked and released his blond lover's hardened nubs to lick and kiss his way back up to his neck. He stuck three fingers in front of his partner's face. Deidara stared curiously. Sasori gave a one word command: "Suck." The blond terrorist took the three digits into his mouth and went to work at coating them, though he knew not why. Sasori clenched his teeth, willing himself to wait. He teased Deidara's neck with his teeth as he waited for his fingers to be thoroughly coated.
The red head ground his hips into Deidara's impatiently. It was then that he realized his pants were still on. Deidara started to tug at his danna's pants eagerly. He wanted to see all of his red headed partner. Sasori helped his blond bomber remove them and they were tossed carelessly at the side of the bed. Akasuna Sasori removed his fingers from the blond's mouth and propped his legs on his, now bare, hips. His eyes locked with Deidara's. "Bare with me, Dei. This will hurt," he whispered. The blond nodded as he felt the wet digits trail to his backside.
Sasori inserted a first finger into the tight ring of muscle. He groaned softly at the warmth and tightness. He felt the blond resist and quickly kissed him. "Calm down," he whispered as he kissed him again. Deidara's breathing calmed down a bit and his body relaxed. His arms wrapped around the red head's neck securely. Another finger wiggled its way inside Deidara to join the first. Said blond whimpered in pain. Sasori broke the kiss to look at him. "It's alright...almost done," he said with love and lust mixed into one. Truth be told, he didn't know how much longer he could last. Sasori started to scissor the two fingers, preparing for the third.
"D-danna," Deidara whimpered. Sasori shushed him gently and kissed him softly.
"Concentrate on something else," he whispered. Deidara claimed Sasori's lips quickly. Sasori had to blink a few times to realize what was happening. His eyes started to close as he nibbled the blond's lip for entrance. The blond artist opened for him. Without waiting for Sasori, Deidara plunged his tongue in Sasori's mouth. Sasori's eyes snapped open at his lover's aggressiveness. Their tongues fought for dominance as the Suna-born thrust the third finger inside to join the other two. Deidara winced as he bit his danna's lower lip, dragging a low growl from the red head.
Sasori thrust his fingers in a few more times before fully removing them. He broke the kiss to look at Deidara. The blond had some of the Akasuna's blood dripping from the corner of his lips. He leaned forward and licked it off before pulling his partner into his lap. The marionette made Deidara straddle him as he wrapped his arms around his waist. They stared into each other's eyes as Deidara skittishly brought his arms up to Sasori's shoulders. The Akasuna placed a gentle kiss on the Iwa-nin's lips before nuzzling his nose to his neck. "Take it slow," he whispered as he placed Deidara's entrance over himself.
The blond artist nodded and started to slowly lower himself onto Sasori. He winced in pain and the puppeteer felt the constriction around him. He grunted quietly as his hold on Deidara's hips tightened. "Calm down..." he whispered as he kissed the blond's neck.
Deidara nodded and tried to steady his breathing. He lowered himself further and stopped again. His forehead met Sasori's shoulder as he gripped the red head's shoulders in his hands to ease the pain. Sasori ran his hands up and down the blond's hips, trying to soothe him the best he could. Deidara started to lower himself again and bit into his danna's shoulder roughly. Sasori moaned loudly as his grip tightened on his partner's hips. The red head was fully sheathed inside of the Iwa-born. "Danna," the Iwa native whispered into his shoulder.
"I'm not moving...until you're ready...take...your...time," he said back through clenched teeth, trying his best not to lose control as of yet. Deidara let himself get used to Sasori. He relaxed and finally started to move. He lifted up slowly and then back down, arms still tight around his danna's shoulders. His face was buried in the crook of the red head's neck. Sasori allowed his hands to run from his hips up his back. He lightly kissed his way down his neck to Deidara's shoulder.
Deidara continued to move on his danna. The pain was soon replaced with pleasure. His pace increased and he lolled his head back, releasing a moan. Sasori took in the sight and let his hands rest on the blond's shoulders. He allowed a moan to escape as well as he nipped at the blond's collarbone. Sasori kissed his lover's jugular and Deidara let out a breathy moan. He tilted his head to look at the Akasuna. His lips collided with Sasori's and Sasori gently started to lower Deidara onto his back.
The blond wrapped his legs around the marionette's hips as his back hit the bed. Sasori held the blond's face in his hands as he steadied himself to an easy position. "Don't hold back," he whispered as he looked down at him.
Deidara nodded and tried to steady his breathing. "You, too, yeah," he whispered back. Sasori nodded and he started a slow in and out motion. He pulled out to the head and thrust back in, dragging a moan from his blond lover. Deidara arched off the bed as his arms rested above his head, gripping the sheets and anything else he could get a hold of. Sasori let his hands clasp with Deidara's above his head. He leaned down and kissed him softly. The Iwa-nin moaned in the puppeteer's mouth. With a few more thrusts, Sasori found the blond's prostate. As he struck it, Deidara arched higher than before and tightened his hold on Sasori's hands.
The Suna-born's pace increased slowly with Deidara meeting his thrusts. He felt a tightness in the pit of his stomach as he moaned with his blond artist. He wouldn't release before Deidara. He unclasped his hand and allowed it to stroke Deidara's hardened member. The Iwa artist moaned louder and threw his head back pleasurably. His legs started to shake as he moaned one last time. "Danna!" he cried as he released, coating the both of them in his essence.
Feeling the blond's muscles constrict around him, Sasori thrust in a few more times before filling his blond lover to the core. He almost collapsed on top of him, but caught himself with his hands on either side of Deidara. Their breathing was fast. Their bodies covered in sweat. Sasori stared down at his exhausted blond terrorist and allowed a small smile to creep onto his lips. His arms started to shake, showing his exhaustion. It was his human body, after all. Deidara looked at him and saw his red hair hang in his face. He smiled back at him. He let his hand rub up and down Sasori's arms, relaxing them to the point where they gave out. He fell on top of Deidara and said blond let his hands rub his danna's back. "Is it always supposed to feel that good, un?" he asked quietly.
Sasori snickered and rolled off to the side, pulling out of Deidara. He pulled the blond into his arms and placed a gentle kiss on the blond's forehead. "We could find out?" he whispered suggestively, placing a loving kiss on his lips.
The blond chuckled weakly, joined by a tired laugh from Sasori. "When we wake up, yeah," he whispered back. Sasori nodded and wrapped his arms around him tighter. Silence passed over them. Deidara snuggled closer to his Akasuna lover and rested his head on his chest. "Danna?" he asked sleepily. Sasori let a small "hm" in response. "Don't ever leave me, un," he asked in a tiny voice.
Sasori looked at Deidara and smirked. He pulled him closer and kissed him again. "Never," he whispered, stroking his hair delicately. "You are mine," he whispered warmly into Deidara's ear.
Deidara smiled lovingly and snuggled into the warmth that was Sasori. "I like the sound of that, un." Sasori smirked. "I love you, un," he whispered, cuddling as close as he could.
Sasori smiled sleepily and let his arm wrap around him. "Love you too, brat," he whispered, falling asleep along with Deidara. Never again would Sasori let Orochimaru take what is his.
TBC
