As White as Blood
Chapter Fifty-One
Sasori's Burden Part Two
Sasori began to kiss his way down Deidara's body, slower and longer than he had intended previously, deciding that as long as he was going gentler on the blonde's body, he might as well set the tone for the night. The red head eventually reached the hem of the blonde's briefs and he slowly began to slide the material off of his body, continuing to kiss the soft skin as he went ever lower.
Sasori grew somewhat impatient and simply decided to pull the briefs off completely, ditching them caustically, not even bothering to take note of where they landed. Deidara had a knack for finding his clothes the morning after, so Sasori had long since lost the urge to memorise where every single article of clothing ended up.
Sasori finally reached his destination and he lightly nuzzled the base of the blonde's length, letting the curly hairs brush against his skin. After sleeping with Deidara so frequently he had lost all disgust and modesty to do with the blonde's body. Deidara's body was under Sasori's possession. He had no reason to care about touching the blonde's private parts, because every single inch of Deidara belonged to him already.
Sasori didn't hassle himself with pleasuring the blonde at this stage; he wasn't particularly fond of sucking Deidara off anyway. The red head moved him self away from the already half-hardened length, giving the eighteen year old a kiss on his lips. As he did so, Sasori moved his fingers to the mouth on Deidara's left hand, slipping the digits inside of the orifice.
There were benefits when it came to having sex with someone who had a total of four mouths, though Sasori wasn't particularly fond of the idea of trying anything too perverted. He was anything but a sexual deviant.
He was an artist.
Deidara's hand mouth began to suck on his fingers, while Sasori continued to busy the blonde's facial orifice with his tongue. Deidara moaned lightly into the red head's mouth, and the tongue of his hand mouth swirled around Sasori's digits. The older male decided that he had waited patiently long enough, and he removed his fingers from Deidara's hand mouth, slipping them down to the blonde's entrance. They had had sex enough times for Sasori to be able to enter all three fingers inside of Deidara without causing him too much pain. The red head pushed his three digits into the blonde's heat, moving them in as far as possible, resulting in Deidara slightly arching his body.
He gave a subtle whine in the back of his throat, barely audible despite Sasori's sharp hearing abilities. Instantly the red head moved his fingers to the bundle of nerves that caused the blonde so much pleasure, having long since memorised the location of the prostate gland. He wasn't in the mood for foreplay, and neither was Deidara apparently.
The blonde moaned into his mouth when Sasori ran his fingers over his sweet spot, arching his body up against the red head. Sasori pulled his digits from Deidara's heat, and he pulled his own pants off to reveal his throbbing arousal. He didn't know, nor did he care, about how the blonde managed to get him so hard, despite the fact that the red head was asexual.
Yeah; he definitely was Deisexual by this point in time.
Sasori adjusted himself so that his arousal was positioned at the blonde's entrance, and Deidara automatically wrapped his legs around his waist. The red head pushed himself inside of the blonde with less force than usual. In a few seconds he was fully sheathed inside of his heat, and he decided to wait for the blonde to adjust. The step wasn't usually required by this point in their sex-life, but considering Deidara's wish for Sasori to be gentle, he felt that it was necessary.
After barely a few seconds the blonde shot him a pleading look, which was the signal for the red head to move. Sasori didn't bother to wait any longer as he pulled mostly out of the eighteen year old's body, and he was about to begin his usual pace of pounding into Deidara when he remembered the whole 'going gentle' agreement. Sasori scowled slightly, regretting now that he had gone along with the suggestion.
Oh well, it's not like it was going to be their last time having sex; he would just have to fuck him senseless some other time…
Even though that wouldn't happen after all…
Sasori immediately aimed for the known location of Deidara's prostate and he gave a controlled thrust forward. The red head listened carefully to the moan which escaped Deidara's lips, recalling how much he enjoyed the sound. Sasori gave another thrust forward, managing to control himself enough to keep his pace at a speed which Deidara would consider 'gentle'.
One benefit of this agreement was that the red head was able to focus on the blonde's reactions to his pleasurable motions. Every time Sasori gave a thrust inside of his body, he would give a pleased moan and arch his chest against the red head, lolling his head back into the pillow.
Deidara had long since repositioned his hands from clutching at the bed sheets to one clasping at Sasori's back with the other resting on the back of the older male's neck. His attention was brought then to the blonde's face, becoming interested in watching the finely crafted elegance of Deidara's countenance.
A light blush dusted his cheeks and his large forget-me-not eyes were scrunched shut, and he was desperately panting. As Sasori once again hit his prostate, he cried out in pleasure, parting his lips to allow the noise to escape his throat. The red head gave a frown, but his look soon softened as he leaned down and caught Deidara's lips in a kiss just to distract him self from mentally referring to the blonde as 'beautiful'.
The blonde's eyes opened slightly, mildly surprised by the action as he looked up into Sasori's own light brown orbs. After the red head gave another thrust, Deidara shut his eyes and moaned into Sasori's mouth, arching his chest slightly. The older male in turn also shut his muddy orbs, sliding his tongue into the blonde's mouth. Sasori continued to thrust his hips forward and backwards at an acceptable pace while ravishing the blonde's mouth with his tongue, but the red head also let his hands begin to explore Deidara's body. The blonde caught on and rather than just grasping his hands at Sasori's back, his hand mouths began to roam around the red head's body, lapping at his skin.
Sasori unknowingly continued to make love to his young lover.
Deidara gave a strident moan and stopped his roaming hands to allow one to clutch in Sasori's red locks. "Danna~ Faster~" The older male knew that that meant that the blonde was sick of the red head going so gentle on him, and Sasori couldn't help but be relieved by Deidara's wish.
He was already starting to struggle to continue such a slow pace, and the red head immediately began to pound in and out of Deidara's lithe body. Both could agree that the normal pace was much better. Sex between the two was not supposed to be chaste.
Sasori wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist and he began to thrust even harder, quite desperate to reach his climax. His hand slipped to Deidara's leaking organ and he began to pump the blonde in time with his thrusts, tightening his grip on his length. Deidara moaned loudly and moved his hips in time with Sasori's movements, also desperate to reach his climax. The red head went even faster, propelled by desire and need.
Deidara cried out as he released over their chests, and the blonde began to jerk as Sasori continued to violently take him. The eighteen year old's muscles clenched around the red head's length and he finally came inside of the blonde's body, giving a harsh sigh of relief. Sasori collapsed on top of Deidara, exhausted as per usual.
They lay - struggling to catch their breaths - for several minutes, before Sasori finally pulled his softened length out of the blonde, rolling onto his back. Deidara gave a groggy sigh and moved to lie on top of Sasori with his head resting above the older male's heartbeat. The red head didn't find the position that comfortable, and he put his arms around the blonde, pulling him up until Deidara's head instead rested in the crook of his neck.
The eighteen year old gave a yawn and fished around for the blanket, pulling it up over them and then nuzzling his nose against Sasori's neck. "I'm impressed, Danna; I genuinely thought that you would lose control and start pounding into me after a few seconds, but instead I was the one who gave in first, un. You're such a 'Power Top'~"
Sasori gave a slight nod and nuzzled the top of Deidara's head slightly, trying to take in the scent of the younger male despite his low smelling capabilities. He managed to gain a hint of Deidara's odour, noticing that the blonde smelt of hotel shampoo, sex and scandal. "I have twice the amount of self-control that you possess, Brat; was it really so surprising that you were the first to lose?"
Deidara gave a slight chuckle and Sasori felt him shrug automatically, despite the lack of need. "You're right, Danna; how foolish of me…" They lay in silence for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes. The lack of sound wasn't due to any awkwardness, but rather a silent acceptance.
This was their life together.
However, both knew for a fact that once life became stable – once life became bearable – reality would always find a way to crush that peace…
After a while, the blonde broke the silence with a small statement which he had needed to say for a long time. "Thank you, Danna."
Sasori raised an eyebrow in confusion and he managed to tilt his head slightly to gaze questionably at the young blonde. "Thank you for what?"
Deidara slowly blinked his eyes but he didn't try to make eye contact with the red head, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Remember four years ago, I almost blew myself up? When I was only in the Akatsuki for a few days…" Sasori gave a hum of recognition, easily remembering the scene in his mind's eye. "…Thank you for stopping me…I mean, if you hadn't had stopped me, then I would be dead right now and I wouldn't have gotten to know you, un…We wouldn't be where we are right now."
"You're right," Sasori moved his eyes to look upwards at the plain ceiling, "I should have let you blow yourself up."
Deidara gave a slight chuckle and nuzzled against the red head's neck affectionately. "Even if I didn't have this seal on my chest mouth, I still wouldn't blow myself up while you're still around, un. Just don't go dying, or leaving the Akatsuki like the number coincidences say you will."
Sasori blanched as Deidara reminded him of the thought that he had slept with the blonde in order to forget. Oh fuck; so much for using the blonde as a distraction. "I won't die, or leave, or anything next year. I don't believe in stupid superstitions, and neither should you, Brat."
Plus, Sasori had Karura's wolf bracelet now; he had the trait of loyalty.
"Meh, I'm not a very superstitious person, really, I just like messing with your head, un." Deidara gave a shrug and a yawn, moving into a slightly more comfortable position, both of them deeming the conversation a lost cause.
-o-
…That was the second last time that we ever had sex…I know what you are thinking, I didn't die until I was thirty-five, so why was this time the second last? Well…I'm not exactly proud of the reason…
I've been alluding towards this event from the very beginning, and at last you will finally see; one of the largest regrets of my life.
-o-
The duo were pacing forward, Hiruko's profile set straight ahead, while the blonde was too preoccupied looking at the scene surrounding them. "I haven't seen flowers this beautiful in years, un!" They were currently walking along a pathway which was surrounded on both sides by flowering cherry blossom trees, with a snow topped mountain in the distance, compelling quite an elegant scene. Petals were falling here and there, landing on the ground, on Hiruko's rough features, and even several stray flowers landing in Deidara's blonde hair.
"These will only bloom for two weeks," Sasori shrugged Hiruko's shoulders, looking upwards at the pink petals for several seconds before returning his vision to the mountain in the distance, "you're lucky I decided to take this route."
Deidara didn't hear the second part of the red head's statement, holding his hand out to capture several petals on his open palm. The mouth opened and lapped up several of the flowers, chewing them for a few moments before quickly spitting out the strong tasting bitterness, causing Deidara to give a wide grin. "So transitory…So fleeting…So artistic!"
The red head suppressed a sigh, although he couldn't resist rolling Hiruko's eyes in annoyance at the blonde's cliché statement. "Of course you would say something like that; you know I can say perfunctory statements like that as well…You see the mountain in the distance?" Deidara gave a slight nod, and the red head continued, "Mountains represent Eternity; therefore I dub that mountain artistic."
"…" Deidara burst out laughing, much to Sasori's confusion, "YOU SERIOUSLY NEED A HOBBY, DANNA, UN!" The blonde continued to be preoccupied with mirth, not noticing the extended cherry blossom tree root until he tripped over it, slamming face first onto the ground.
It was Sasori's turn to chuckle, having to stop Hiruko just to view the heart-warming sight of the blonde in pain due to his own idiocy.
Deidara gave a groan, sitting up with a petal stuck to the side of his red face, flushed with both annoyance and embarrassment. "Shut up, un! You're supposed to be my lover! You can't laugh at my pain!"
…That was the moment that reality decided to destroy their peace.
Sasori hadn't been laughing enough to not hear what the blonde had said to him, and the red head immediately stopped his mirth.
He instantly lashed out at the blonde - who was still sitting on the dirty pathway - and Deidara managed to miss the first swing of Hiruko's tail…But not the puppet strings which Sasori attached to him.
With the blonde's motions now stilled, the red head had no hassle in slamming Deidara up against one of the cherry tree trunks using Hiruko's tail.
The eighteen year old hissed in pain, giving Sasori a glare but he was shocked when the hatch of the puppet suddenly opened. The red head stormed out of Hiruko and up to the blonde, immediately wrapping his right hand around Deidara's neck - his left keeping the puppet's tail in place with strings.
The blonde cringed at the feeling of Sasori's tight grip on his throat, fully aware that the red head had no qualms with crushing his windpipe.
He was giving Deidara a look so dangerous that the blonde found that he couldn't even think of anything to say, let alone do. Sasori's grip terrifyingly tightened, cutting off half of Deidara's air supply, forcing the blonde to have to harshly gasp in order to breathe enough oxygen to keep him self conscious.
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL US THAT AGAIN! WE ARE NOT FUCKING LOVERS! I DON'T LOVE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU! I MIGHT FUCK YOU EVERY NOW AND THEN JUST BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING DEAL WE MADE, BUT WE ARE NOT LOVERS! NEVER CALL US THAT AGAIN OR I WILL KILL YOU!" His grip tightened in emphasis, no doubt leaving angry bruises over the love bites that he had given the blonde just the night before. Deidara could barely manage to nod; face cringed in agony, still having to gasp just to keep up his breathing.
Sasori gave a scoff and let go of the blonde's throat, not fully prepared for the fist that came flying at his face.
The red head stumbled back by the force of the blow, but of course he could not feel the pain due to his body being that of a puppet. He moved his neck joint back into place, dangerously eyeing the blonde who had punched him.
Deidara was panting hard, his one free arm now clutching at the bruises on his neck, unshed tears of frustration burning in his eyes. "I WAS FUCKING JOKING, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! LIKE FUCK I WOULD WANT TO BE THE FUCKING LOVER OF SOME FUCKING BASTARD LIKE YOU, UN! FUCK!"
The red head did what he did on an impulse of utter anger.
He turned to his puppet Hiruko, using his free hand to guide chakra strings inside of the puppet, opening his medical pouch and drawing out a small vile, pulling it into his hand. Sasori opened it using his teeth and pulled out one of the small needles that had been kept inside of the container, carelessly dropping the vile onto the ground afterwards.
He turned back to the blonde, and Deidara was fully aware of what the red head planned to do.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" The blonde struggled against Hiruko's tail, moving his free hand to try and push the obscuring metal mass away from him, but to no avail.
Sasori came closer, and Deidara struggled harder, utterly terrified.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE, UN! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I DON'T WANT TO FORGET!"
The red head was not deterred by the blonde's refusal, nor by the fact that he had never tried to insert two needles inside of one's memory centre before. He attached chakra strings to Deidara, holding him completely still for the delicate incision. The blonde whined in the back of this throat as the needle entered Deidara's right eye, and Sasori used chakra threads to guide it into the memory centre of the blonde's brain, imbedding it next to the one that he had placed three years prior.
It wasn't a perfect fit, and it definitely wouldn't be as stable as all the other seals he had made, but it would be good enough.
"You won't remember anything of our sex life; not the first time, and not after we made The Deal. As far as you know, we have never done anything of the sought. You don't 'love' me, and we have always been just partners in the Akatsuki." He made a half ram seal, bringing his other hand to cover Deidara's countenance, three fingers on his forehead, pinkie on one cheek and thumb on the other. "Activate."
The chakra strings that he had had attached to the blonde went suddenly limp and all awareness disappeared from Deidara's forget-me-not eyes, his lids shutting immediately after Sasori released his chakra threads. The eighteen year old slumped forward, limp but only semi-unconscious, proof that it wasn't a perfect seal. He mumbled something and opened his forget-me-not eyes slightly to look nebulously up at Sasori, confused and bordering on sleep. "…Dan…na…?"
"We'll set up camp for the night," Sasori spoke calmly and almost tenderly, moving his hand from Deidara's soft face. As he did so, he accidentally brushed the small pink cherry blossom which had been stuck to the blonde's cheek since he had tripped over the tree root.
The light petal fell to the ground, becoming no different than the others which had fallen before it.
Deidara gave a slight nod, immediately closing his forget-me-not eyes in order to let sleep over take him. The seal was not secure at all, and it was more linked to Sasori than the red head had hoped. It would most likely break if something were to happen to the red head, such as death - not that that situation was even possible…
The red head hesitantly ran a hand through the blonde's golden hair, already half regretting what he had just done. No, this was for the best…Sasori was used to carrying such weight around.
The burden was his - and only his - to bear.
