Seventh Day: Betrayal
Written in 2016 (I think, maybe finished in 2017).
It had started out as a normal evening for the couple. Sasori made a dinner for himself and Deidara, the mortal still at work, but he made sure to make something edible for him that didn't involve blood. It wasn't uncommon for Sasori to make food for his human boyfriend, he just hoped that Deidara liked it enough to put out.
They did say the quickest way to a man's heart was through his stomach, but Sasori was trying to get into his pants instead.
Deidara came over to his apartment a half hour later, industrial boots caked in mud and leather jacket dripping in rain water. He didn't seem bothered by the weather, but Sasori cared that the human was about to get mud all over his Armenian rug that he had gotten over two centuries ago.
"Hey, un," Deidara greeted as he bent over to undo his laces, before slipping his boots off.
"Hello to you, too," Sasori said as he helped Deidara out of his jacket, the mortal giving a sigh as he brushed his hair away from the buzzcut side of his head, peach fuzz already growing from when Deidara had last shaved his head.
"So what'd you make me?" Deidara asked as he stepped into the kitchen and sniffed around. Sasori came up beside him to flick his nose.
"Don't do that, you look like a dog, and I don't allow dogs in here," he scolded and Deidara rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, don't I freaking know it, un. But seriously, what did you make? I'm freaking starving and all the school had today was freaking sloppy joe's, un." Deidara began going through his fridge and Sasori about slammed the door on his hand. By the time he kicked it shut, Deidara had already gotten out two bottles of beer.
He scoffed, but then smirked as he handed a bottle to Sasori. "Will you do the honors and commence the end of this day, oh broody one, un?" Sasori scowled down at Deidara and easily popped the cap off of the non-twist bottle before handing the beer back to his boyfriend. Deidara beamed, "Who needs a fucking bottle opener," and headed to the small dining room, but not before handing the other bottle to Sasori.
"You know I wouldn't have invited you over for dinner if I knew you were going to be such a brat," Sasori said, placing his beer where he would be sitting. As he went back to the kitchen to bring the food out, he asked, "Are you going to help?"
"Hm?" Deidara looked at Sasori, lips still around the bottle and Sasori simply walked away before he pounced on Deidara. He could get the food himself.
It was a simple spaghetti, chicken, and pasta sauce dish, but it was made by hand which counted for something. Deidara snorted when he saw it and Sasori gave him a stink eye.
"Did you put blood in mine, too, un?"
"No, because I wouldn't want to waste my supply of blood on you," Sasori remarked as he sat down across from Deidara, their feet touching underneath the table.
Deidara shrugged. "Not a fan of it anyway, un."
They dug in and even though Deidara seemed to be enjoying it, he still teased Sasori. "They say that poor college students enrich their food just by adding a pinch of roasted garlic. You should try it sometime, Danna, un," Deidara snickered as he slurred up some pasta, smearing sauce all over his mouth. Sasori frowned before lifting his napkin to clean the mess. Deidara didn't seem to mind, and had even leaned into the touch to help.
"Yeah, well good thing I'm not a college student," Sasori replied as he finished wiping. "Anything extraordinary happen at school today? Did anyone blow up?"
Deidara shrugged. "No, there were no new experiments ready to try, but freaking Tobi wouldn't stop bugging me about his fucking paints, un."
Sasori shuddered at the thought of one of Deidara's classmates. If there was one thing that Sasori hated besides dogs, it was dogs that came out during full moons. Not to mention that the man had tried showing Deidara that he was "artistic" as well by blowing up his paints all over the human.
There were still stains in Sasori's welcome mat because Deidara decided to come over right afterwards, claiming he needed help getting the paint off. Some of the paint had even dried in his long hair and that was the primary reason for why Deidara shaved half his head, but the mortal did admit that he liked the style.
Sasori's thoughts were interrupted by Deidara snorting out a laugh and he peered at the mortal. "What?"
"You look like you stepped in dog shit, un," Deidara explained before taking a swig of his beer, and stirring his pasta a bit afterwards, probably looking for the last piece of chicken.
Sasori shook his head at Deidara's analogies. "So nothing new?"
"Nah, but I may be able to teach the freshmen a bit about combustion chemistry with live experiments. That's always fun, un," Deidara said, shrugging.
Deidara was already an art major, but now he was going for his chemistry major as well as his masters degree, which was pretty good for a twenty-three year-old. All Sasori did for a living was sell and collect antiques and make puppets. He was also doing well for someone stuck at the ripe age of twenty-one.
The two of them had met at an art gallery and had struck up a conversation about a painting that intrigued the both of them. That was until they began arguing about what the painting really meant. At first Sasori couldn't believe that this punk had the gall to bash his ideas and give a harsh rebuttal of his own, but that may be why they were dating now.
They did strike as an odd couple though. A vampire who liked collecting antiques, and a punk college student who liked to blow shit up and not only call it art, but education. They were opposites in almost everything, but that didn't mean that they couldn't get along, and even make compromises and collaborations. Though the latter did not happen very often.
After they finished dinner, Sasori opened a bottle of wine, the cork giving a 'pop' as soon as it was free. He poured a fair amount into two wine glasses before going to Deidara and handing him one, the human watching tv on the couch.
Deidara was about to gulp it down, but Sasori held his hand to stop him. "You have to actually smell it first before you taste. It's not meant to be downed for a quick buzz; this is quality wine, Deidara."
He realized his words fell on deaf ears when Deidara sniffed obnoxiously and giving Sasori an aloof look. "It smells like it can fuck me up, un. Good pick," he conceded before settling further in the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Get fucked up with me, un."
Sasori took a small breath before sitting down next to Deidara, the man leaning into him as he took a sip of the wine. Maybe if he got Deidara loosened up enough they would have sex sooner? Even though that was Sasori's main goal for the night, he did like spending time with Deidara.
"Hey, Danna, I should get a new tattoo, un."
Sasori must have been lost in his mind longer than he thought because now he and Deidara were watching a show about tattoos. Sasori grimaced. "Why?"
Deidara's smile looked more like a leer. "I thought you liked eternal art? Wouldn't I be a piece of art from it, un?"
"You're a piece of something," Sasori muttered and Deidara snorted before smacking his chest with the back of his hand.
"I'll get your name tattooed across my ass and have my asshole be the 'O', un."
Sasori tried not to look repulsed but Deidara chortled at his expression anyway. "That tattoo wouldn't be symmetrical, so don't even bother."
Deidara hummed in agreement before he switched the channel to a cooking show, but Deidara soon changed it. "Watching a cooking show after you ate is like watching porn after you just had sex, un. Not as appealing anymore, you know, un," Deidara inquired and Sasori rubbed an eyebrow.
"I suppose, if you found porn appealing in the first place."
Deidara looked up at him and gave a small pout. "Is Danna tired and grumpy?" He cooed. "Do you need someone to tuck you into bed?"
Sasori gave a small predatory grin. "Ah, the bed does sound interesting, doesn't it, Dei?"
Deidara gave an exaggerated shudder and gagged. "When you say that you sound like an old geezer, especially with a shitty pick up line that that, un." He put down his wineglass and stretched. "But a bed does feel nice, especially since I've been sitting at a desk all day. Plus I need some activity, un," he said before winking and Sasori felt a spot of arousal work up inside him. This might have been easier than he previously thought.
Downing the rest of his wine in one go, Deidara doing the same, they headed for the bedroom, the human already messing with his red locks, twirling a few tufts of it between his fingers. Sasori also took the chance to nuzzle Deidara's ears which held many piercings.
The right ear, which he was occupied with at the moment, had three lobe piercings, two forward helix studs, and a snug piercing. His left ear was similar, but with a bar rook piercing.
Every time Deidara got a new one, Sasori could still smell the blood from the new punctures and it was nearly intoxicating to smell on Deidara, especially when it was intentional. His boyfriend had found out how he reacted to it, and at times he seemed to revel in it.
Even when the piercings were a year old, there was still the tinge of blood that seemed to stick to Deidara's ears and Sasori loved it. The only thing that Sasori had really ever requested of Deidara was to not wear silver around him because of the obvious "It makes me sick and could kill me." Deidara found it easy to do, as he only wore stainless steel, but he still liked to tease Sasori about it.
It felt like an eternity, but they finally reached the bedroom, and Sasori was already necking at Deidara's throat, trying to create a hickey, making it easier for Sasori to smell his blood if he were bruised. Deidara sighed at the assault and Sasori pulled away so he could push Deidara onto the bed, already messing with his shirt as soon as he was down.
Deidara chuckled lowly before pushing Sasori away from him, confusing the vampire. Then the mortal gripped the collar of his shirt and flipped him onto the bed, before leaning down and kissing him.
Sasori wasn't sure where Deidara was headed with this, but he let it happen as Deidara began unbuttoning his shirt. "You look very fetching, Sasori, un," Deidara practically purred against his neck before giving a nip. "I hope you don't mind if I take a bite?"
"Only if I can have one as well," Sasori groused and Deidara clicked his tongue before shaking his head.
"Not tonight. Tonight, I get to have you, un~"
Sasori went rigid at hearing that and sat up, nearly dislodging Deidara who just held onto his shoulders. "What?"
Deidara's countenance was pinched in annoyance. "What, un? I thought you wanted to have sex?"
Blinking a few times, Sasori nodded. "I do, but... I'm on top," he articulated slowly. He had no idea when Deidara thought that it was okay to reverse roles, but Sasori never said it was.
Apparently that seemed to make Deidara's mood sour. "You're always on fucking top, Sasori. And to be honest, it's getting kind of old, like your freaking personality, you know that, un?"
Sasori scoffed and leaned back a bit, almost offended, but Deidara had said far worse to him. "Well, I am old, Deidara. Older, therefore far more experienced than you, so I always take the lead."
Deidara looked positively disgusted by then and he pushed Sasori away as he stood up from the bed. "Just because you were there when Jesus fucking Christ was baptized–"
"I'm not that old," Sasori hissed, but Deidara continued.
"Doesn't mean that you get to top all the time. And it makes for a pretty shitty relationship, let me tell you, un," Deidara began and Sasori groaned before falling back onto the bed, causing Deidara to stop his ranting to stare at him through slitted eyelids. "Fine, if that's the way you want it, you don't want to compromise jack shit, then I'm going home. Call me when you get that stick out of your ass, un," Deidara called as he left the room. "Oh, wait, you would probably try to top the stick, too, huh?! Fuck you, Sasori, un!"
Sasori heard his front door slam shut and gave another deep sigh. So much for getting laid.
He knew that Deidara was upset but he would get over it sooner or later. How long could Deidara even stay mad for? A day or two? Probably, Sasori thought as he sat up, noticing that he still had a hard-on. He spied his laptop by his bed and grimaced. He really was not a fan of porn, but sometimes it helped on lonely nights.
Hopefully Deidara wouldn't stay mad for too long.
–
Sasori hadn't talked to Deidara in over two weeks. He had tried contacting the human with calls, texts, and even emails, but he had not gotten a single reply from any one of them. He was seriously considering just writing letters his boyfriend, if he was even allowed to call him that anymore that is.
For now, Sasori could only try to win back Deidara's favor, and the vampire could not even recall the last time he had put so much effort into a human. At the moment, he was getting coffee from the shittiest café ever that was right outside the college campus, but Deidara seemed to like it, so hopefully the human could see how much he was going through to ask for forgiveness. Plus he had left his apartment when the sun was just setting and Sasori was completely sure that he had gotten a sun burn.
Ten minutes later, he saw Deidara walking towards him with someone that Sasori didn't recognize, but he didn't care. He walked up to them and as soon as Deidara's eyes caught him, Sasori expected him to be irritated, pissy and maybe even guilty that he had been ignoring Sasori.
None of those happened. At first Deidara appeared aloof, but he simply walked up to Sasori after saying goodbye to his friend.
"Hello, un," he greeted, voice silvery. He eyed the cup of coffee. "That for me?"
Sasori held out the drink and Deidara took it easily, taking a sip and Sasori thought he saw something gleam in his mouth. A tongue piercing, just a stud, but a piercing all the more. The thought brought immediate heat to Sasori and he could already smell the blood, taste it.
Deidara narrowed his eyes as he saw the reaction of Sasori's eyes turning black momentarily, but he gave a soft smirk at it and stuck out his tongue. "I got this last week, un. Still a bit tender, sometimes even bleeds a little if I... overwork it, un," Deidara spoke slowly, gently grabbing onto the lapel of Sasori's jacket, and smoothing it out so he could touch his chest.
Sasori almost immediately cupped Deidara's cheek and the blond rubbed his face into it. Sasori saw that as forgiveness. He didn't hesitate to lean in and press his lips to Deidara's roughly, the hand on his cheek running through his hair to touch his ear piercings, just as his tongue connected with Deidara's.
The response was as quick as lightning and Sasori pulled away, swearing to high heaven and as he flapped his hand through the air and he stuck his tongue out of his mouth to air it out. He stared at Deidara with tears in his eyes and he swore to God that the mortal had never looked more triumphant or vicious.
Deidara crossed his arms, mindful of his coffee, and chuckled a bit before he brushed his hair away from his ears. Sasori saw that the piercings were different and he had no idea how he wasn't able to smell it before. His stomach was already beginning to churn.
"You like them, un? Was a bit expensive, but I always had weakness for silver, ya know? Or, I suppose you know that weakness very well, un." He stuck his tongue out at him and Sasori wasn't sure whether he should be terrified or furious.
Deidara actually tried to kill him, or at least trick him into his own death. His fingers and tongue still burned and he knew that until he had consumed a bag of blood, it would continue to do so.
But Sasori couldn't feel mad about it right now. He was trying to win Deidara back, so blowing up about him dying wouldn't be a great course of action. Taking a moment to compose himself, Sasori cleared his throat and tried not to let his voice croak as he said, "They are very nice, Deidara."
The mentioned mortal just shrugged arrogantly. "I know, un. Did you just come to bring the coffee?" He asked before a sip.
Sasori knew that he shouldn't mess with Deidara anymore at this point and merely nodded. "Yes, that's... that was it," he concluded. "I guess I'll see you around?"
Deidara hummed and began walking away. "Maybe. Maybe you will, that is if you don't try to buy me back again with something like coffee, un." Deidara turned and scowled at Sasori. "It's going to take a lot more than that if you want to make up for being such a pretentious, old as balls, vampire, who thinks he's entitled to all the ass in the world, un. And don't be so freaking cliché and just start buying shit. Put some fucking thought into what you're doing, Sasori." Deidara gave a chirpy smile afterwards. "I'll see you later, un!" He called once he turned around.
By this point, Sasori was more pissed at Deidara than he had been in a long time. Deidara was playing him so fucking hard right now and he couldn't do jack shit about it if he wanted the human to speak to him again.
Buying things was out, so Sasori had to do something else for him then. Maybe make him something? Dinner. Dinner was always good, and Sasori wouldn't even come onto Deidara this time, to show his intentions were kind and just a peace offering. That sounded good. Perfect in fact that Sasori was already planning on surfing Pinterest for recipes that could win his boyfriend back. This would all soon blow over. Perfect.
–
Not perfect. Three nights later, he texted Deidara to ask if he wanted to come over so he could serve him dinner and the mortal simply told him to come over instead because he had decided to make Sasori some food.
The vampire was already skeptical. Besides skeptical, he was almost frightened. Would Deidara put pieces of silver in his food? He seriously hoped not, because Sasori had survived a lot, but he doubted he could survive a vengeful boyfriend.
He agreed, and made a casserole for Deidara to bring to his home. When he knocked on the door, it took a minute or two for it to be answered and Sasori knew that Deidara was taking his sweet time. He tried not to feel irked.
Deidara wasn't in his usual leather or ripped jeans and was residing in a pair of sweats and an old art t-shirt he had designed. He was about to say hello when Deidara hummed and took the casserole from his hands.
"Sweet, I haven't eaten anything good all day, un," Deidara informed as he walked back into his apartment, but Sasori was unable to follow and the vampire nearly began bashing his head against the doorframe.
"Deidara," he called out slowly, hoping that his voice didn't hold too much of a pleading tone.
"Yeah, what do you want, un?" His voice seemed to come from the kitchen.
"Can I come in?" Sasori asked and Deidara peaked his head from the kitchen and rubbed his neck a bit, and Sasori noticed that he had switched his piercings back to the stainless steel.
"I don't think that's a good idea. Tobi's over and–"
"Is that Sasori?! Hi, Sasori!"
The vampire was almost immediately tackled by Deidara's classmate, but he still managed to stay on his feet, as he tried not to gag at the smell of dog that came from the man.
"Tobi hasn't seen Sasori in forever! Did Deidara invite Sasori over?!" He gasped loudly and began jumping in place. "Is Sasori going to hang out with Deidara and Tobi?!"
"Now, Tobi, un," Deidara chided as he grabbed Tobi by the collar of his shirt lightly, the man falling away almost immediately. "I told you that Sasori only came here to bring us food. And what do we say to free food, un?" He asked while patting his head and Tobi was practically wheezing in excitement.
"Thank you, Sasori!" He screamed and Deidara smiled at the vampire.
"Isn't he sweet, Danna? I think I want to get a dog now, un."
Deidara was just being vicious now, but Sasori didn't make any outward gesture to indicate that he was beyond pissed now. "We should look into it," he said, trying not to choke on the words.
"Perfect. Now I know that I said I would make you dinner, and I did!" Deidara traipsed back into the kitchen before bringing out a tupperware container. "I thought I should show you how real spaghetti is made, with real sauce, un," he added for emphasis and Sasori raised a brow before taking it, obviously from outside the doorway. He didn't even have to open it to have that nauseating smell seep into his nostrils, whip around his tongue and slither towards his stomach.
Sasori had to try very hard not to throw up, but Deidara's smile turned vicious at seeing his obvious discomfort.
"Thank you," Sasori nearly rasped. "I'll... I'll try it when I get home." He seriously hoped that Deidara wasn't going to make him eat it now, because if he did, he was sure that he would have a worse reaction than when he touched Deidara's silver.
"Cool," Deidara said simply before nudging Tobi away from the door. "See you later, Sasori, un!"
No one was this cruel. No one would try to get back at their vampire boyfriend by putting on silver, hanging around werewolves, and feeding them food drenched in garlic.
Sasori's only conclusion was that Deidara was possessed by a demon, maybe even the devil, because no one could be so vindictive for simply being denied the position of 'the top.'
There had to be another solution to getting Deidara back. Maybe a date? Around a month back, Deidara had mentioned that the fair was going to be in town and he had said he wanted to go, probably just to criticize the fireworks display they usually performed. But it could be a chance to finally get Deidara to loosen up some and maybe Sasori could slowly be forgiven.
That may just work, but at the moment, Sasori needed to get away from the garlic before he passed out.
–
The night had been going well, Sasori offering to pay for Deidara's ticket, and the human allowing that. "I can pay for the shaved ice, un," Deidara countered and Sasori thought that was acceptable, but he was still waiting for Deidara to pull something else from his sleeve.
They walked around the fair, looking at what inexpensive merchandise the booths had to sell, and what greasy food they predicted was five days old. Sasori was still tentative about showing affection to Deidara, unsure if he had the right, but Deidara held his hand with no hinderance.
When they walked around the game booths, Sasori spotted a large, white stuffed bird, the biggest prize of all, hanging from one tent. The game was to knock down milk bottles with a softball, and although they were always rigged with weights, Sasori had strength on his side. He cocked a brow at Deidara who scoffed and said, "Okay, go win me a prize, Mr. Man."
Sasori paid the dollar and got three balls from the worker, who smirked at him, probably thinking he wouldn't be able to get all three bottles down. Supplying a fang-filled smirk, the teen paled, and Sasori cocked his arm back before sending the ball soaring at the bottles. It nearly made a hole in the back of the tent and caused the worker to duck, but all three bottles came down.
Deidara laughed beside him, looping his arm through Sasori's elbow. "Showoff, un." Sasori got the large white bird from the startled teen, and he handed it to Deidara. The human cooed and kissed Sasori's cheek. "Thank you."
Next came the shaved ice, which Deidara insisted on paying for. "One blue raspberry, and one cherry, un." Sasori had the cherry to humor Deidara, but he couldn't say he hated the flavor. As they ate their shaved ice, they got in line for the ferris wheel, finishing the treats while in line. A few minutes went by before they boarded, and Sasori handed a bill to the carnival worker, pointing up while doing so. The woman shrugged and made sure to get their cart number down so she knew where to stop the ride for it to be on top.
Sasori had timed it perfectly, because right as they stopped, Deidara looked over with a frown. "What–" Sasori stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, and he pointed to the sky, just in time to see the first firework crawling through the sky. Deidara laughed in disbelief, and elbowed Sasori in the ribs. "Asshole, you planned this didn't you, un?"
"That's just cheesy," Sasori sputtered, doing his best offended voice.
Deidara rolled his eyes, and said, "You're all about cheesy, un." Before kissing his lips softly.
Sasori could only do a happy jig inside his head as he gently cupped Deidara's face and returned the kiss. He could hear people complaining from down below about the stop over the fireworks, but Sasori was too consumed with Deidara to even worry about the disturbance he caused. But Sasori pulled away because he had to ask. "Are you still mad at me?"
Deidara's brow furrowed and he asked, "Do you know why I was mad in the first place, un?"
This was easy. "Because I was stubborn and didn't take your feelings into account."
Confusion bloomed further in Deidara's countenance. "Okay, yes, but what else? That's not even the main reason as to why I was upset, un."
Shit, Sasori thought, and he tried not to panic, to ruin the moment. "I was an asshole about it?"
Sasori could practically feel the forgiveness drain from Deidara, his face becoming deadpan. "You know, for being so old and wise, you're as stupid as a horny teenager, un." Deidara shoved the stuffed bird at Sasori's chest and stood in the cart, alarming Sasori.
"Holy shit, Deidara, sit down."
Deidara scoffed and grabbed the pole next to the cart. "Don't talk to me until you realize what kinda shit you pulled on me, un." He swung around on the other side of the pole, and Sasori heard people screaming, but Deidara calmly climbed and skidded down the structure of the ferris wheel with ease. Trying not to be aroused that Deidara maneuvered so easily, Sasori climbed down after his boyfriend, the bird stuffed under his arm.
A few people called for the both of them, asking if they were okay, but Sasori concentrated on Deidara's scent. Where it led him, made Sasori's arousal disappear, only to be replaced by ire. He walked into the hall of mirrors, still following Deidara's scent when a kid pointed out his lack of reflection. The mother said to not point and smiled lamely at Sasori, knowing what he was. A minute later, Sasori found Deidara in the center, encompassed by mirrors.
"Okay, I know that you're pissed at me," Sasori started and Deidara glared harshly at him. "And even though you won't tell me why, you have no right to be so..." Sasori struggled for the right word. "Discriminative about it!" Deidara raised a brow, looking curious. Anyone nearby left at Sasori's exclaim. "You purposely did things that were outright rude. Silver, garlic, and now these freaking mirrors because I couldn't figure out why you were mad at me." He exhaled harshly. "Why?"
Deidara pursed his lips in faux thought. "You know, I thought I was being too mean, and thought I would back off, but it looks like wasn't mean enough, un. That's why I came here. But as to why I'm being discriminative, un?" Deidara chuckled, like he knew something incredibly important that Sasori was too dumb to figure out. "Think back to that night, when you made dinner for me at your place. And how the night was going so well, until you said that because you were older, because you were a vampire, I was not allowed to have a say in the bedroom, un."
Sasori was trying to understand what Deidara was getting at.
"Let me rephrase that. Because I'm human, un." At that, Sasori's eyes widened and he wanted to crawl away to hide from Deidara's triumphant smirk. His boyfriend was a lot smarter than he looked, choosing just the right way to punish him to get his point across. The human scoffed bitterly at Sasori as the vampire realized it. "So, you restricted me because I'm human, therefore I did the same because you're a vampire."
"Fuck," Sasori drawled, still processing everything that Deidara was doing. "I am..."
"A piece of shit, un?" Deidara suggested and Sasori sighed in shame.
"Yeah, sure, I'm a piece of shit, and a big one for not even realizing it." It probably didn't even sound genuine, because Sasori was upset at having been taught a lesson in the first place.
Deidara hummed. "You must be feeling terrible if you're admitting it so easily, un."
"Well, yeah," Sasori exclaimed, gesturing vaguely.
Sasori was still huffing and puffing as Deidara stepped up to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Sorry for being so harsh, but that's the only way I could get you to see what you were doing, un." He poked Sasori's temple. "The only way to get it through this stubborn skull." Deidara leaned up and kissed Sasori's cheek.
"I don't know how to make it up to you," Sasori muttered and Deidara cooed a small laugh, hand on his cheek.
"Lucky for you, I know just how to get you forgiven. But it'll also be a lesson so you won't do something like this again, un."
Sasori must have looked confused because Deidara chuckled, this time slyly. One of the mortal's hands wandered away from his shoulders, to his back and finally to his ass.
"Let's settle what started this, Danna."
And Sasori hated to admit this, but Deidara's deep voice really turned him on.
–
They were back at Sasori's apartment because it was closer, and Deidara was more feverish than Sasori himself. "God, it's been almost three weeks, un," he whined, pulling Sasori to the bedroom by his jacket. Sasori himself had barely been able to take off his shoes and drop the stuffed bird as he followed Deidara. Although the blond was practically leached to him by that point.
Sasori would have been just as enthusiastic as Deidara, if not for his worry about what was to come next. But Deidara could already sense his discomfort.
"It's okay," he assured, hands on Sasori's hips as he led him down to the bed. "It's not like I'm going to go crazy, un. I'll go slow, and if anything hurts just say so, un." He pecked Sasori's lips. "It'll feel amazing, I promise," he purred and Sasori allowed himself to relax, Deidara's words soothing him into a soft submission.
Sasori just hoped that this wouldn't be like the last time he bottomed for someone.
–
It was hard for Sasori to hide his shame underneath a pillow, especially with Deidara spooned right behind him. "Sasori," Deidara called softly. "Danna, there's nothing wrong with this, un. So you're sensitive, that's not a bad thing," Deidara reassured for about the third time. The hand that Deidara had around his waist traveled down to his member, and Sasori gasped, still incredibly sensitive from before.
He moved his head from underneath the pillow. "Holy fuck, Deidara stop," he whimpered, rolling over to glare weakly at the human, who just chuckled and kissed his neck, but released his hold.
"If anything, it's freaking cute. You came so much, un," Deidara purred and Sasori wanted to hide once more. "Just one hit to the good ol' sweet spot and–"
"Please~" Sasori whined, not sure how much more embarrassment he could stand.
"I just didn't know that vampires had such a quick refractory period is all, un. You've really been holding back these past few years," Deidara pondered, like the information was more intriguing than humiliating. Deidara stopped when Sasori let out another cry of dismay, but he still peppered his face with kisses. "Was it at least good for you? Besides the multiple orgasms?" Deidara rolled his eyes for emphasis.
Sasori scowled lightly. "Yes, okay, it was freaking amazing but it's not very comforting to not have control over these kinds of things."
Deidara grinned. "I get that, but if it ever becomes too much, just tap out, un." The grin turned devious. "Is it too much right now?"
Sasori looked away as he said, "No, I've rested enough."
Not wasting any time, Deidara got in between Sasori's legs once more to start his second round and Sasori's seventh. The vampire was a little bitter to be admitting it, but his stupidness caused the worst fights which led to the best sex. He just hoped Deidara didn't figure out how much he enjoyed it.
But Sasori was sure Deidara knew when he came two minutes into the finger-fucking. A kiss from the human showed that he didn't mind at all.
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