DISCLAMINER: If I say I own nothing… would you honestly be surprised?

A/N: Ha! You guys are lucky I'm nice, updating a week later, and with smut no less! Le sigh. That is right, in this second part, you get smut with a moody *cough* bitchy *cough* Deidara. Sorry, I must be catching a cold… But you guys do know how lucky you are right?

-Little Voice in Head-: Yeah, sure. You're just updating as fast as you can cause you felt bad last time it took you a month to even post a new chapter.

Shut up! I'm not that nice… But i hope you guys like this. It's the first time I've written smut for a continuous story, so dont murder me please! And I have done some oneshots but not like this where there's supposed to be something after. So i pray i did well and i hope you guys like it!

FROM THE GIRL THAT HAS THE FEELING SHE SHOULD SCREAM

Teiden~

DAY 27 - SATURDAY - 1:00 A.M.

They had been washed of the red sticky liquid in provided showers and they had been given clearance by the other leaders that they could do as they please in the battles that were approaching. And that if they ever needed help or wanted it, they were aloud to seek it else where as long as those people could take care of themselves and not be unneeded deaths.

Now Sasori was sure that they would never need such help, but if they did, he knew Kisame and Kakuzu would love to knock a few heads around.

But now both artists were getting a ride in a tank proof stretch Hummer SUV back to the apartments. For some reason, Deidara had wanted to go back to the brick building, and he wouldn't even tell the elder why. Though, after the blonde's actions in the warehouse, Sasori didn't feel like questioning him.

When they arrived at the familiar building, his regular popped out of the vehicle with no word, but Sasori followed anyway a minuet later. Figuring the brat was going to his place anyway, it wouldn't matter if he followed.

"Good morning, Sasori." Nana Gem greeted him as he entered.

"Good morning," he replied curtly and headed to the stairs.

"Well, at least you returned my greeting."

But that small sentence stopped him.

"What do you mean old hag?"

"Young Deidara didn't answer. So rude really. Is he in a bad mood?"

Sasori said nothing and headed up the stairs to his home. Finding his door open and Cherry in his living room with the younger in his bed room, he had to wonder… Had the world gone insane, or did people just not think of privacy, or even curtsey anymore?

"Deidara was waiting outside your door. So I let him in." The female redhead explained from his couch.

"And how did you do that?"

"I turned the knob. Honestly Sasori, will you ever learn to lock doors?"

Sasori ignored this comment and went to the kitchen. It had been about a month since he had last called Pein. And with the recent reminder of his boss, he supposed it be a good time to report in. So he dialed the familiar number, it only needing to ring twice before an answer came.

"Hello Sasori, so nice of you to call."

"It is an honor Pein-sama."

"How has the job been going?"

"Progressing. My opportunities seem to be increasing oddly, but I have received no order to proceed."

"Be that as it may. Have you heard from Kisame or Kakuzu? They are less willing to give me a call, unlike you."

"I quit my cover job with them. Some… unusual problems arose and I found it best to move on. I have plenty of money anyway."

"That is fine. Anything else you would like to report?"

"… I will be sending two new ones to you tomorrow. I have already made arrangements."

"Sasori," Pein's voice lowered.

"I killed them on my own time. They have nothing to do with job or the customer."

"Fine. If that is all then…"

"Prepare them."

"What?"

"Prepare all of them in stoarge. I have a feeling I'm going to be needing them."

"Why would you need all of them?" Though it was a question, Sasori could hear the anger in his boss's voice now.

"I may need them in the next coming movements. And I mean I want every single one in the warehouse prepared and ready to move when needed."

"There should be no reason you would need all three hundred-"

"Pein-sama. I mean no disrespect, but I will need all of them most likely if my estimates are correct. Just prepare them as needed. And if the time comes, I will send for them myself." He snapped the phone at that. He had been working under that man for a few good years now, and after all this time, how could he not trust his word?

Frustrated and tired, Sasori walked into the living where Cherry and Deidara were seeming to have a polite conversation…

"Oh come on! Bambi told me all about it over the phone less than an hour ago. How did you do it?"

"It wasn't difficult, un." The blonde said from across the room leaning against the wall.

"You used someone's own bombs against them, Deidara. That isn't just common knowledge they teach at school."

"I redid his set word when I added pressure to two certain points, then whispered my own. And when I pointed to him while he was off guard, I flicked all the little bombs he sent to me, un. Once they were on his skin, he was already sentenced to death, un…"

"But…" The female redhead stared at the young male in a slight mix of confusion and awe. "How did you know…?"

"We used similar bombs. Only his were two sizes bigger so you can see them easier with the human eye, un."

"So you really did blow up Itazura's house… I thought Sasori just-"

Sasori coughed then, making Cherry shut her trap quicker than an eye could blink.

"Are you ready brat?"

"I've been ready Sasori, you're the one that's been making me wait, un," and without a glance, Deidara went out the door and out of sight. Leaving two differing redheads.

"What's wrong with him?" Cherry asked with a soft voice. And though the puppeteer found the female annoying to extreme limits, he could see her concern for the younger was real. Which was almost surprising considering her usual detachment to people as it was.

"I don't know, but this better not go on for long."

Sasori narrowed his eyes and went out the door, not bothering to shut it since he knew Cherry wouldn't stay in his home for long. Down the stairs and out the lobby, he found Deidara in the car with the door open, his arms crossed and seeming to be waiting. A look going between zoned out blank and annoyance, Sasori stood at the door for a second to study the other further but…

"Your wasting time Danna. We need to go, un."

Sasori got in the car and shut the door behind him, the vehicle moving in the next second to the where the Kyoko resided. They sat in silence. Deidara far and distance in his troubled mind. Sasori yelling in his head that the brat was being snotty and stubborn and overall inexcusable.

So it was decided before it could be thought, the puppeteer would fix this by every forceful means he could think of.

When they arrived, they got out of the car and into the building. Ignoring the 'hello's' and such, they took off their shoes and socks and headed down to their room, the younger not really even paying attention to his surroundings as he entered the safety of the shared space. Either way, he tossed his clay that he had retrieved from the apartments and lowered himself onto the bed. Not taking notice to anything else.

Sasori shut the door behind him, locking it consciously. He was tired of the brat ignoring him and giving him attitude. So he decided that he would give the other a chance to explain, but if not done quickly, for he was not a patient man, he would go to force. And undoubtedly, he knew, he could make the blonde squeal in more than one way…

But Deidara was still lost in his run away train of thought. And it was filled with nothing but emotions that made him want to loath every single thing in the world. That also depressed and confused him though, right down to the deep, bottom, ocean blue. These emotions made his knees weaken, and exasperated his nerves. It all was raking him right now. And he had no idea how to take control of them. Deidara Iwa, the middle child of two perfect people, had never felt so contradicted by his own mind. It was almost as if his heart had betrayed his morals, and all the reason behind them. He was sickened. Wanting to bitterly cry and smash down all the walls in the building.

What was wrong with him?

"Brat!"

Deidara looked up with a jump. Now having a feeling that Sasori no Danna had been calling his name for a matter of minuets now. So he locked his eyes as best he could to the elder, giving him as much attention as he could possibly muster when his head was still cluttered with unneeded things.

"Danna, un…?"

Sasori took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself as much as possible before speaking… "I'll make this as simple as I can. Why have you been blocking out the entire world since we saw that bitch getting dragged to her execution?"

"There's nothing wrong Danna."

"Cut the bullshit." The redhead narrowed his eyes. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, un," the younger looked down with his words, not able to keep up under the harsh eyes.

Sasori growled. The day had been long and almost absurd at some points, and the brat was making things a lot more complicated than necessary. Here he was, trying to be considerate and was now being shot down and ignored with no respect.

That was going to have to change.

The puppeteer strode across the floor, Deidara not even looking up once. Then not taking a second for the other to grasp what was happening, he pushed the blonde down on the bed and then crawled on top of him. His knee's tight against the other's, his hand whipped up to grab both of the younger's hands and put them above his head. Lastly, his right hand held firmly on to the other's chin, the blue eyes now staring up at him with some true surprise.

"Now, Deidara, what the hell is your problem?"

The blonde looked at him for an unknown amount of time, his eyes never blinking. But after so long, as if something was taking over his vision, he started to laugh as if something was the most hysterical thing that had ever happened.

What the hell? Had the brat gone off the deep end?

"Oh Danna! I have no problems, un! They are the ones that have problems!" Deidara's eyes, for a moment full or mirth, flashed with ire.

"They?" Sasori questioned.

"Them! All of them, un!" The blonde's voice started to raise now, his body now also struggling under his hold. But now the redhead was curious.

Who and what was wrong with them?

"… You mean at the warehouse?"

"Hell fucking yes, Danna. Them, un."

The elder chuckled. The brat's little rampage was adorable, and a turn on at the same time almost.

"What are you laughing at, hn?"

And it seemed his tease was firing the blonde up even more… perfect.

"Alright Dei, I'll bite. What about them makes you so ticked?" Sasori let his hand drop from his hold on the sculptors firm chin and let it glide down the tanned neck, his thumb brushing against the light red cheek that was bright from anger.

"How they kill, un."

He snickered. "I hate to break your bubble there Dei, but you're going to be slaughtering a few pigs in the next couple of weeks."

Sasori let go Deidara's hands. Instead, he ran his fingers through the soft flowing locks. Occasionally just barely running along the back of the other's neck, noticing the slightest shiver that went down the blonde's spine.

"No…!" the younger tried to bring back his train of thought. "I could careless that they kill. People die every day, un. It's the way that they kill is what sets me off, un."

"The way they kill?" The redhead stopped his moving fingers for a second to stare. "So does the way I kill bother you also?"

Deidara finally reacted in a different sense. Crossing his arms, a playful smile twitched on his lips freely. "On the contrary Danna, un. You're a beautiful murder," he chuckled. "Especially tonight, un."

"And what makes you say that?" He looked at the younger now sitting up with his own arms crossed, the blonde propping himself up on his elbows with the look of a mischievous imp now taking his appearance.

"Well for one, you prefer blades over guns, un. Guns are so boring and dull, everyone uses them, and if you get hit once, your gone. But any form of a blade can do much more, un. Cutting, sawing, chopping, peeling… the list goes on and on…" Deidara let his voice get slower, deeper, all at the same time his hands were snaking their way up along Sasori's arms. "And tonight as I saw, you can destroy a soul with your body, which is probably rigged with weapons now that I think about it, un." His fingers locked behind the redhead's neck. Now using the elder's weight, he slowly started to pull himself upwards, his hand mouth's tongues coming out to play and nip at the puppeteer's locks. "But best of all, if you haven't noticed, un…" he whispered. "I like artist things." He was right at Sasori's ear, the hot air lightly moving the blood dipped pieces of hair. "And if you didn't know Danna… your body is art, un!"

The blonde crashed their lips together, the kiss instantly becoming full of fever. His lips moved desperately fast. He couldn't understand it. What had happened to him? First he felt like sulking to the end of time, then he wanted to tear the very building over their heads apart brick by brick with his furry. And now he felt insane. His mind told him he needed Sasori, and that he needed everything the other could offer. The redhead's mind, love and body, he wanted it all. He needed it all for himself.

And there was no way to deny the lust pounding in his very veins.

Though while the younger questioned and sorted his stressed mind, Sasori was enjoying himself fully. Groping the blonde's fine tight ass. His tongue now fight a juicy battle against supple lips… And what was even better was Deidara putting his own inferno into their actions, making him even more aroused with interest than he already was.

"Danna…" the other panted between breaths. "Is the door locked?" Sasori looked at the younger for only a second to then give an airy chortle. A partner that was still ruled over by their hormones… the world could of given him worse things.

"Don't worry Dei. With the noises you'll be making, no one will even dare come near the door."

"Un?"

Deidara had no time to think. He was pushed down on the bed, a hand tugging his shirt over his head, and then a mouth on his neck. The next thing he knew, he was moaning under Sasori, hoping no mercy would shown to him.

One hand worked on his nipple, turning it and twisting it painfully to only have an apologetic rub come a second later after he whimpered involuntarily. And while the other hand of the puppeteer ran up and down his side lightly, there was already a trail of hickies from his upper neck, almost to his shoulder.

So to say in the least, his pants were becoming increasingly tight.

"Danna…!" He pushed his groin up, his own moan racking his ears so much that he barely registered that he wasn't the only one that made a noise. But that just felt so good that he did it again, receiving the same swollen pleasure as before.

Deidara's mind was not with him. He wasn't sure where it was, but it took him far to long to notice that through their dry humping session, it wasn't just him that was enjoying this.

Sasori had an erection too.

The thought clicked in his head and he couldn't help but grin.

The blonde flipped them around and attacked the elder against the back board with starving lips. Though he wasn't entirely sure which of them was moaning, he didn't want to waist his opportunity. Letting his hands travel down Sasori's shirt, popping open the buttons and running his hand along the hem of the fabric, he eventually pull it off and toss to the floor.

He looked at the nonhuman chest with desire and fasination. It was just so beautiful. He knew it wasn't real skin even though it felt every bit like it, right down to the warmth.

But that was not what he was focusing on.

Deidara started to kiss down, and down, and down. Right to where a tight crease was formed in Sasori's trousers. And knowing that the redhead was waiting, he intentionally started to rub the cloth with a feather light touch, making the other above give something between a moan and a growl.

"Brat-!" Sasori said sharply through his teeth.

"Hn? Is there something you want me to do Danna, un?" The blonde asked holding back his laugh.

But all Deidara got as a response was the narrowing of two brown eyes.

The blonde smirked though, and let his hand mouth come up around puppeteer's waist line to start licking and biting, while his other hand gingerly rubbed the increasingly tight groin that he oh so wanted to taste.

"Oh Danna~"

"Fine!" The elder's hand lashed out to grab his chin, pulling his entire body with him so they could see directly eye to eye. "You go ahead and suck me Dei-chan. But I don't want to hear any complaining when I fuck your brains out."

Sasori then continued to quickly smash their lips together and push him off and down in the next second.

So, with Deidara deciding that his Danna was under major sexual repression, he unbutton the top and moved the zipper down quickly to then grab the other's pants and slide them down with ease. He grabbed the rims of the redhead's boxers at once and tugged them down off the puppeteer. And there it was before his eyes, Sasori's pre-coming cock.

The blonde stared for a long moment, his breath truly caught.

What was wrong with him, he wondered…? He couldn't say exactly what but he just felt so… enthralled. So, as his hand ran up and down the hot muscle lightly with his hand mouth tongue, he couldn't help but grin devilishly at the face his Danna was making. For it was purely a twisted mix of pleasure and dominance. A look that only his Sasori no Danna could really pull off.

"Dei…" Sasori panted as he was engulfed in a wet heat that made him shudder and want to give out right then. But surprisingly, the ecstasy increased as the blonde started to suck and hum, all the while groping his balls and rubbing them, causing intense friction.

The redhead sat up with a groan of force and insanity. It was just so much bliss… He intertwined his fingers in the beautiful gold field of hair that was sticking to the sculptor's neck. He then pushed down, making the younger deep throat him, knowing he was close to the edge.

Deidara hummed louder to a tune he knew long ago. Such an innocent song it was, but now it was being used for not so innocent deeds. He now deep throated the elder. Not really wanting to gag again, but he didn't have to do this strange action for long. In the next moment or two, the knot in the redhead was released into his mouth and down his throat.

Tasty.

The blonde let the piece of flesh fall out of his mouth and on the bed sheets, a droplet of cum still at the corner of his lips.

"Hmm… I don't think I'm going to be getting much sleep tonight Danna. I'm going to be up for who knows how long figuring out your flavor, un," Deidara smirked, his triumph evident in the elder's face.

"Shut it brat…" Sasori said finally regaining his breath. "But guess what?"

Deidara blinked. "What?"

"Your turn."

Sasori sprung, flattening the other against the bed with kisses on his neck and his fingers at the lush pink lips. Deidara, took them in and soaked them with his tongue. Glazing the digits with his saliva as an excuse to muffle his moans as Sasori sucked and nibbled on his skin. Finally, the redhead's other hand slid to his pants and undid them so fast that he didn't even realize he was completely nude until the other started to chuckle above him.

"My my Dei, it seems someone is excited."

Deidara growled slightly. He spit out the finger's and pushed his own groin up, hitting Sasori's reheated one.

"I'm not the… only one… Danna, un." He was panting, he was sweating, and he was horny as hell and was a few seconds away from begging to be fucked. So why was his Danna trying to tease him into thinking he was the only one liking this?

But Sasori really was enjoying himself. In fact, he had to grit his teeth so he didn't mutter nonsense like a complete idiot. After all, he was the dominate one, and he mostly just wanted the blonde to feel all the pleasure he could give. But if the brat needed some reassurance…

"Your right, because this is what we both want isn't it?"

Like a magnet, their lips were drawn back together. This was another slow kiss, just like in the rain. It was gentle and loving, it said that both cared about the other. And it was also a sign of permission as it happens. To do what was considered a sin to many.

But it seems this rule was the best to break in the world.

So, using the kiss as a distraction, the redhead prodded his finger into the tight entrance of the younger, who's slight hiss was dissolved by the tongue that entered his mouth. Sasori let the other adjust to the feeling, and then he let his second finger slide into the steaming hot heat and began to scissor.

Deidara gasped at the sensations he was getting, but when the third finger entered him, that's when his eyes started to tear up. It hurt. He didn't expect to feel any pain. He thought this would be all pleasure. He thought this would be nothing but love. But it was there, an uncomfortable pain that he didn't know how to take.

Then it was gone.

He almost wanted to give a sigh in relief, but that thought was all to soon. Sasori's hard cock was right there in the next second to replace the fingers. He braced himself and closed his eyes tight, expecting the pain to come again.

Sasori noticed though, he could tell the blonde's body was very unused to this kind of attention, even though it probably craved it. And now he knew he would have to be gentle… but that was a lot harder than it sounded. So he placed a little kiss on the sculptor's forehead, making the bright blue eyes rimmed with water stare at him with confusion.

"Danna…"

"Your gonna have to be brave for me Dei."

Deidara nodded. He trusted Sasori, he loved him.

Sasori nodded back and pushed in slowly, the blonde wincing as he did so. Once he was fully sheathed, he waited. For once in his entire life, Akasuna Sasori found himself being patient with reason, and for some brat none the less. This thought almost made him smile. Honestly, where had he gone wrong into falling in love with such an idiotic, ignorant, stubborn-

"D-Danna… move, un!" Strong hands grabbed his shoulders and the small tremors of the younger's body made him want to cum all over again. But it also made him remember that he had done nothing but a most amazing right.

Deidara tightened his grip on the puppeteer's shoulders as he felt the hot muscle move inside of him, making him feel as if he was being split in half. Speed was being picked up, and new angles were being tried.

The blonde groaned from the bottom of his throat once something was hit inside of him. He couldn't really register anything else around him except the deep sound from above.

Sasori smirked at the dazed look in the other's eye as he continued to hit the spot again and again, the tight muscle around his cock contracting with each hit making him have his own waves of pleasure.

"Ah… Danna!"

"Come on… sit up now."

The redhead helped his lover sit up against the bed board. Both of their pants echoing out against the walls, Sasori started to pump Deidara's cock as he continued to pound inside the tight heat. And then…

"Danna~!" Deidara came over the both of them, Sasori following once the tight walls clamped down on him along with the erotic young man below him saying his name.

They fell on the pillows, looking at each other. The blue eyes staring at the warm brown. Their breathing was heavy, but they didn't seem to notice. Then once Sasori took the initiative and pulled out of the blonde, they both shuddered.

For a minuet, they stayed like this, catching their breath. But Deidara, probably turning mad, started to give an airy laugh.

"What's so funny?" The elder asked, but Deidara just continued to laugh.

"Brat," he grabbed the blonde's chin and pulled so their face's were less than an inch apart. "What's so funny?" The redhead gave the younger a second to calm down before he started to glare.

But once his regular found his voice…

"I was right, you are sexually repressed, un." He then started to chuckle again at the elder's surprised face.

That is until he felt another body on top of him.

"Un…?"

"You just dug your own grave brat."

Deidara's lips were crushed with a rough kiss, and it was then he got the feeling he wouldn't be sleeping at all that night.