Ino's first instinct was to forget everything around her. Hard to do when you're about to sleep with a man you don't love because of the relation to the man you do love to prove your love to the man you don't love so that you can prove to the sociopath with a gun that your fake love for the man you don't know is real. She wondered why they were even trying, but they were.
Her mouth opened and slipped out a small gasp as Deidara placed her between his legs. They had eventually made their way over to the mattress she had on the floor.
"No, no protection. She wants children she says and this might be your last chance to make any."
Deidara had reached for his back pocket as Ino had opened his pants. She'd go through with it, for Itachi, for Deidara and herself. It was all about survival and she had been clinging to the memories of the feelings she once had for Deidara. She had to convince him, or else it would be done. She'd be done, he'd be done.
She had no idea how she had even gotten in this situation. She was an orphaned striper. She had been alone for so long, just going through the motions. Where had all gone so terrible wrong? The night she was handed back her thong? The night she spent with Deidara? Allowing herself to walk away from Itachi? She wasn't certain.
She wasn't certain what to do now either. Pretend that Deidara didn't have his hand beneath her shirt or respond to it, live into it? She responded to it, arched her back like she couldn't get enough of it. Like she was responding to a lovers touch when in reality the bile was stinging in her throat.
He pretended to lovingly brush her hair away when a tear had made it to the surface. Lovers didn't cry when they were about to sleep with each other. Deidara gave her neck a kiss when he removed his pants that she had pulled down to his knees. There was no reason to prolong it. It all had to seem natural. He didn't even know if he'd be physically able to sleep with her with such a real death threat hanging over him.
Ino hadn't been there to see it. How he in the matter of seconds had shot his security right between their eyes. Hadn't seen the holes the bullets left and the blood seeping out. Hadn't seen how one of them twerked as his death cramp hit him. She hadn't met their families either, hadn't seen their children laughing and running in the yard outside his house. They hadn't been like family to her and she hadn't had them so painfully ripped out of her life within seconds.
Deidara knew he wouldn't be able to perform. It was what he had wished for for so long. Something he had dreamt of and hoped would happen. He'd say he had even worked for it. Never like this, he'd never wanted to sleep with her against her will. She was too fragile, too special for that. As was every other woman, he wouldn't force himself on anyway. Still Ino was special to him, and even if he knew the very real consequences of his actions, he'd never be able to do it.
As all these thoughts had been running through his mind she had removed her top. She was looking so broken beneath him. He wouldn't do this to her. He slowly shook his head and her eyes widened. It was over, they were over. She knew that.
"I'm not going to do it, Sasori."
He spat the name like he wanted it out of his mouth as soon as possible. Like the officers at the station had uttered their words to Itachi's father.
Sasori rubbed his chin while looking at Deidara who was stripped of his sweater and pants by now. He had been trying for a while. Considering the situation it hadn't been a rushed decision. Like most people he wasn't ready to let his life go.
"I gave you a chance to fuck a beautiful lady, I basically laid her down for you and you say no?"
His right hand twitched. The hand he was holding his gun, but he didn't direct it towards any one of them. He moved his hand to his stomach and started laughing. He laughed with this high pitched, rolling and very intense laughter that fit him perfectly.
"You must love her to pass that up."
It didn't take many seconds before the gun was directed towards Ino again.
"But you'd already been riding him if you loved him."
Ino tried to cover up her bare chest with her hands. She didn't enjoy being so naked in front of this man. This man that were dangling their lives in front of their eyes as the stood helpless to watch. To do anything this man said for the mere chance of him sparing their lives.
Deidara was about to speak when the door bust open. The duo in the bed diverted their eyes to the door. Sasori had already been expecting this. He had known it would be coming because everything always went according to plan. Everything always went according to his plan.
Itachi, always following the rules. Itachi, always with a calm demeanor. Itachi, always collected.
He was all over the place now. It was so easy to see it in his eyes. He had lost control. He wasn't abiding by any rules anymore.
Paper dry and clean hands were never supposed to be gripping guns so intensely.
Always calm and collected eyebrows weren't supposed to have that angle.
Straight backs weren't supposed to be so stiff when directing guns towards criminals.
"YOU KILLED HER! YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!"