Chapter 10 (this chapter is written in both the POV of Deidara and Sasori…enjoy ):

"You…really talk too much."

"What do you mean by tha-?" Deidara was interrupted as Sasori pushed himself up, pressing his lips to blonde's. The latter widened his eyes as the former closed his amber ones, tilting his head to deepen the pressure of his lips.

Deidara's heart quickened its pace, his mind going into overdrive. What should he do?! Sasori was kissing him; wasn't that what he wanted? In a round-about way, he basically just told the redhead that he liked him, but he wasn't expecting Sasori to do this!

Suddenly remembering how he had felt the last time they kissed, the blonde closed his eyes and kissed the boy underneath back, shivering slightly as an approval growl arose from the other boy's throat.

Deidara felt Sasori's mouth open against his, the boy's tongue pressing against his lower lip, asking for entrance. Without hesitation, he allowed it, and the wet appendage pushed through, slicking his own until the two were massaging their tongues against each other's, trying for dominance. The heat was expanding rapidly in Deidara's chest as they continued to kiss, breathing in the other's soft moans as they continued to battle.

With no warning, Sasori pulled away slightly and grabbed the bomber's lip with his teeth, biting down gently but pulling with force, insinuating a low, keening whine from the younger male. The redhead let go brushing his lips against his roommate's. "One thing you need to know."

He rolled quickly until Deidara's back was firmly pressed against the floor, blue eyes wide with shock as Sasori smirked a devious smile down at him. The older male placed his hands firmly on his chest. "I'm the seme, brat."

Deidara knew what that word meant: he had spent enough times back in high school hearing the girls obsess over manga and anime to know what seme meant. It meant that whoever was the seme was the dominant role-holder in the relationship and basically the submissive role-holder, the uke, was always the one on the bottom in the relationship.

So he was the uke in the relationship?

Deidara nearly scoffed at the notion, but was stopped short when he felt the puppeteer's lips press against the underside of his jaw. His hands clenched into fists as his felt his chest heave with pleasure as the lips moved to his left ear, teeth ghosting over the lobe before he heard Sasori's voice against his skin. "No moans yet, Dei-Dei?"

Dei-Dei? What type of fucking pet name was that?

The blonde scoffed softly. "It'll take more than a neck kiss to get me to crack, bastard."

"Hm…really?" the redhead chuckled softly as his hands worked at the zipper of his roommate's cloak, accomplishment rising as the boy under him complied with no protest. He looked down into bright blue eyes. "We'll see how long you last."

They began kissing again, tongues instantly twisting around each other, their pants the only sounds they could hear. As they kissed, Deidara snaked his hands into the puppeteer's red hair, the strands as silky soft as the last time he had this.

His eyes widen instantly as he felt questioningly warm hands creep under his shirt, the fingers gliding over the ridges of his abs before stopping at his chest. Sasori's left hand was placed over where his heart was, no doubt feeling how fast its rhythm was going. He looked up into amber eyes, seeing playfulness running through them.

"You look like you're scared, brat?" the older male smiled down at him. "Care to explain why?"

"To hell am I scared, you te-mm!" he bit his lip when he felt two fingers pinch his right nipple. Sasori cocked an amused eyebrow. "Ah…I think we've started."

He pinched the nipple again, harder this time. To silence the moan that begged to escape, the blonde clamped his hands over his mouth, clenching his eyes shut to avoid looking at the boy hovering him. He heard a slight purr before words. "Your hands won't do for this."

Suddenly, he felt his hands being pulled away by force, and he opened his eyes to see the slight gleam of chakra strings attached to his wrists, controlled by Sasori who placed them over the blonde's head and against the ground, completely exposing the younger male to the redhead.

"Now, where were we? Oh," he took out a kunai knife, "right."

Within a second, Deidara's shirt had been cut clean off, his bare chest and abdomen glowing in the bright moonlight casting in through the giant window behind them. Sasori bent his head over to the bomber's left ear, feeling the boy shiver as he spoke. "I'm going to make you moan for me, brat. Moan and scream my name until you can't speak anymore."

"Go ahead and try, un," Deidara loved a challenge. Ever since he was young, when he had been challenged by someone, he had never backed down, and would do anything in his power to win.

Looks like he would have to do that now.

"With pleasure," Sasori gave the lobe a tiny flick of his tongue, working his way down the pale and smooth neck, getting to the junction of the throat and shoulder, kissing the skin there before biting down harshly, insinuating a hiss before he licked it soothingly.

Deidara's head spun from the pleasure that was building inside him. He had no idea how he could still be in this much control, considering he has never had this done to him before. At this point, he knows he should be moaning and gasping, but his ego refused to let him do so, defiance innately within him.

That was lost though when he felt a hot mouth cover one of his nipples. His back arched slightly as he tilted his head to the side, his thick, blonde tresses falling into his face as a low moan escaped his mouth. He expected Sasori to smirk and say something along the lines of, "I won", but instead, he just continued to explore the now erect nipple with his tongue and teeth, drawing out moans of pleasure from the blonde every few seconds. He moved over to the other nipple to give it some attention, but brought his hand over to the one he was just at, twirling the nub between his middle and forefinger.

"D-Danna~" Deidara moaned approvingly, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his roommate continued the onslaught on his chest, feeling fire-hot heat beginning to shift downwards into his lower abdomen.

Sasori pulled away from the nipple and kissed down the pectoral line, running his tongue over the rippled valley of defined abs, stopping at the navel and dipping in, slightly smirking as the younger boy's body reacted by arching into his mouth.

The redhead pulled away, eyeing the bed. "Let's move."

Pulling the chakra strings with his fingers, he got Deidara to his feet and led him over to the blonde's bed, throwing him onto the king-sized mattress and climbing on top of him, pressing his lips to the blonde's. Something snapped in Deidara, and he kissed his roommate back fervently, grinding his hips against the hard member that was now pressing itself into his hip. He continued to thrust against it, insinuating a low groan to escape the redhead's lips.

"Damn it, brat," Sasori moaned, responding to the thrusting by grinding his own hips against the bomber's, making a note to rub against the equally hard member pressed against his thigh, continuing to do so until both were grinding their hard members against each other, breathing in each other's pants.

"P-Please," Deidara begged, eyes gleaming with pleasure tears, "untie me, Danna."

Without a word, the puppeteer released the chakra strings, noticing the blonde's hand mouths were awake and open, the tongues lapping at the palms' skin. He reached for one of the hands and brought it near his face, eyeing the tongue that now drooped lazily out of the mouth.

"D-Danna, what are you – AH!" a low, keening moan escaped his lips as he felt a tongue invade his hand mouth, playing with the mouth's tongue. The pleasure crept down from his hand and into his brain, adding to the pressure that was building in his lower abdomen. His pants were starting to become achingly tight as his hard member begged to be released from the confines of the thick fabric.

His back arched higher off the bed as Sasori continued to make out with his hand mouth, his head thrown back, blonde hair splayed out all around him on the pillow. This shouldn't be feeling as good as it's feeling! Deidara used his hand mouths all the time to make clay and never had he ever felt insane pleasure when they chewed on it to make his art.

So why now, all of sudden?

For Sasori, he was soaking it all in. He hadn't realized at first what he wanted to do to his roommate, but it hit after the idiot told him everything and that was when he decided. Now, and never would he admit it out loud, his heart skipped in its regular rhythm every time a new moan escaped the younger male's lips, how the body under his arched and moved as the pleasure built in him. He loved having this effect on the bomber.

He let go of the hand, the tongue lapping back up into the hand mouth as Deidara slowly opened his eyes, his face flustered and cheeks rosy red with lust. Sasori smirked and pressed his hand into the bulge in the blonde's pants. "It seems you're enjoying yourself, Dei-Dei."

"Damn it, stop calling me Dei-Dei," Deidara whined slightly, obviously signaling he did not appreciate his new pet name. The puppeteer didn't care, however, as his hand slowly undid the button and zipper of his roommate's pants.

Even though he was somewhat peeved his new pet name was used again, when Deidara felt the zipper finally stop moving, he about nearly kicked off the pants himself, revealing navy blue boxers. However, as Sasori hooked his fingers around the elastic, the bomber seized the movement by putting his hands over his roommate's. Sasori looked at him curiously with his amber gaze. "Problem?"

"Y-you're still fully dressed, Danna," Deidara exclaimed, relieved that he couldn't see the blush now etching his face. "I-it's not fair."

"Well then change that," the redhead smiled deviously as he sat up on the younger male's hips, shedding off his cloak to make the undressing easier. Deidara swallowed the cotton-ball sized lump in his throat but sat up as well, making eye contact with the older male as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, throwing it across the room where it landed in a tiny lump on the floor.

He leaned in closer and pressed his lips to Sasori's, laying back down, forcing the latter to do the same. As their tongues massaged against each other, the bomber worked on the button and zipper of the puppeteer's pants, pushing them as far down the toned legs as possible before Sasori pulled them the rest of the way off by himself. Both were now in just their boxers, their hard members prominent through the thin fabric.

Without hesitation, Sasori hooked his fingers in the elastic of the blue boxers and pulled them off, the cool air hitting the throbbing member, making Deidara gasp. He closed his eyes, head tilting back as lips pressed into the hollow base of his throat.

"Danna…" he moaned, hands gripping the black satin sheets underneath him as he felt the lips move lower on his body.

This was just how his dream had been.

Little did he know he was actually going to be doing it.

He almost laughed just then.

He opened his eyes as the lips seized movement. His blue orbs connected with amber ones before Sasori wrapped his lips around the pulsing member.

White invaded his eyesight as hot pleasure worked its way into every fiber of his body . Deidara couldn't control the near scream that escaped his throat as his back arched so high off the bed, he was afraid he was going to break it.

Sasori loved what he was seeing. Loved knowing he could make this normally stubborn boy submissive, moan for him in ways he had never heard before, and call out 'Danna' so frequently, he was partially glad he had gotten that drunk the night they'd first kissed.

Thinking that, he happily brought the full of Deidara's member into his mouth. The bomber's neck arched off the pillow, the top of his head pressing into the fabric as his heart slammed against his chest. His hands found their way into the redhead's hair, grabbing ahold and yanking at the strands every time the older male gave a good suck.

"Mm…Danna…m-more," he pleaded, a new wave of pleasure igniting a flurry of moans to escape his lips.

Sasori's tongue licked its way on the underside of the shaft, swirling around the head and slit, lower teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. He knew he was doing something right when, every once and a while, his hair was yanked by the hands entangled in it, humming slightly against the pulsing hot member as his roommate moaned continuously.

Deidara was on the verge of losing himself. He could feel his climax coming. He wanted to be stubborn and hold himself together, but every last part of him was slowly breaking into a thousand tiny pieces with no way of piecing them back together. He was determined to stay strong, more for the sake of not coming due to just getting a blow job.

However, his body was reacting to the new sensations by thrusting against the mouth, forcing the redhead to deep throat him, and that pushed him closer to the edge. He was nearly done, as he continued to pant and moan.

He felt the vibration of Sasori's voice against his member. "Cum for me, Deidara. Let me hear you scream."

All it took was one more deep-throat shove, before Deidara released into Sasori's mouth, his back arching clean off the bed and his jaw cracking from the moan that escaped his throat. Sasori milked him for all his worth and swallowed the bitter-sweet liquid before letting the now flaccid member fall from his lips. He moved up to look down at his roommate and stopped short of his next movement to see the view laid out before him.

There Deidara was, lying under him, completely exposed. His long, golden tresses were splayed out around his head, making him look like an angel. When he opened his eyes to stare up at him, they were filled with lust and want, his cheeks painted red with pleasure, all caused and wanted by him and him alone.

Deidara, on his side, began to panic as Sasori continued to stare down at him with wide eyes. He swallowed, noticing how dry his throat had become from panting so much. "W-what is it, Danna?"

The redhead blinked from his momentary haze, placing a comforting hand on the younger male's cheek. "Nothing…I'm just…I'm just amazed that you're mine."

"Danna-"

Very lightly, the older male placed a kiss on the blonde's lips, silencing him. They stayed like that for a few seconds, neither trying to compete for dominance, just both loving that they had the other.

Sasori pulled away, placing three fingers in front of Deidara's lips, who gazed at them questioningly. He sighed slightly. "If you don't, it will be too painful."

Deidara eyed the three pale fingers, carefully weighing his options. Noting he had nothing to lose, he leaned forward and brought the three digits into his mouth. Noticing the slight, breathy moan escaping his roommate's lips, he closed his eyes and wrapped his tongue around the digits, coating each one completely with his saliva.

For Sasori, watching the bomber coat his fingers made him nearly cum on the spot. Though the brat should be inexperienced, his tongue was surprisingly talented in the way it wrapped and moved itself around the digits invading his mouth. Another moan escaped his lips when he felt the blonde's teeth lightly nip at the tips. While that was still going on, Sasori shed his own boxers off, tossing them onto the floor.

When he felt they were coated enough, the puppeteer pulled his fingers away, trailing them down the tan stomach, past the now semi-hard member, and finally resting at the bomber's entrance. To help make it easier, he grabbed ahold of Deidara's knees and wrapped them around his waist, lifting his roommate's hips up as well.

"Now, when I put them in, just be prepared that-" he started.

"Just get to it, Danna!" Sasori blinked rapidly, and then closed his amber eyes, a dark chuckle emanating from his throat. "Impatient I see," he opened his eyes slowly, gaze landing on blue orbs, "fine."

He entered a finger, drawing a cry of pain from the boy under him. Sasori had no intention of hurting his Dei-Dei and hearing that cry made his heart skip nervously. He took a breath before speaking. "I was trying to tell you that it wasn't going to feel good at first."

"J-just – hm – just move," his roommate gasped out, his hands clenching the black sheets underneath them, "ah…I'll be fine."

"Brat, I don't want to-" he was suddenly pulled down into a teeth-smashing kiss, shocked as the blonde's tongue quickly pushed through his lips and started massaging his own. Just as he was getting into it, Deidara pulled away slightly, blue eyes drooped lazily from want. "I don't care, Danna; I don't. Just do it."

Sasori didn't move for a second, but eventually sighed. "Alright."

Very carefully, he began to twist the finger that was inside the blonde, his face grimacing as he watched his roommate hiss in a breath, eyes and teeth clenched shut. He swallowed the cotton ball-sized lump in his throat, debating whether to enter the second.

Knowing it would be better to do it sooner than later, he quickly entered the second, not surprised when the younger male under him gave another shrill cry of pain. Trying to ignore the cries that continued to spill out of the bomber's mouth, the redhead began to make a scissor motion with his fingers, trying to stretch the virgin hole out as much as possible to get the boy prepared for what was coming later.

"D-Danna~" the moans coming from his roommate weren't even close to moans of pleasure. How much more can this boy endure?

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sasori asked, twisting the fingers around some more, igniting a loud gasp from the younger male. Deidara could only nod a 'yes' to him. The redhead sighed again. "I'm entering the third finger. Bear with me, okay?"

The boy nodded, closing his eyes. The older male thrust his third digit into the tight hole. Deidara about nearly screamed, his hands grabbing onto his roommate's back, nails digging into the soft flesh, making Sasori's face clench in pain. He ignored the present sting as he moved the three fingers in and out, twisting and turning them, preparing the hole though much to Deidara's discomfort.

Never had he ever experienced such pain before in his life. Sure, some of his clay creations have backfired and have exploded in his face, causing his parents to have to rush him to the ER to get emergency blood-supply fluids in him. He'd fallen from a tree back when he was in elementary school and broke his arm and a leg, and still, that pain couldn't compare to what he was feeling now.

It was like he was getting ripped apart, from the inside, out. His heart was hammering against his chest so painfully, it was a wonder how it hadn't burst yet. All he could do as Sasori continued to finger him was hold on for dear life to his back, barely suppressing the screams that begged to escape.

Suddenly, the pain disappeared altogether, allowing him to breathe normally, if only for a few seconds. He opened his eyes slowly to see his roommate extracting the fingers that were exploring him a minute ago. He turned his amber eyes to him. "I think we should stop."

"W-why?" panic swarmed in him. Why was Sasori wanting to stop? They'd come so far already!

"Brat, if you can't handle three fingers, there's no way you can handle an actual dick up your ass," the redhead said bluntly, pushing himself up to start moving away from the bed. However, a hand clamped down on his wrist and he turned to find Deidara looking at him with a determined gaze. "I can handle anything that's thrown at me, un. And I'm not going to just lay here and let everything stop when we've already come so fucking far, un! I don't care if it brings me pain," his blue orbs looked down at his naked body, "as long as Danna is creating that pain…I'm okay…I'm okay."

"Deidara…" Sasori had no clue what to say. He just sat there, one knee still resting on the bed, the other leg outstretched with his foot firmly planted on the ground. At this point, he could either lean onto his left leg and continue, or lean onto his right and walk out of the room as if he had never even touched Deidara in the first place.

He decided on the former.

Bringing the blonde into a passionate kiss, he settled them both back down onto the bed gently, his hands wrapping around the bomber's knees and bringing them to wrap around his waist again, making a point to press his hard member at the entrance.

He looked into his roommate's blue eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," no hesitation whatsoever in his voice. Sasori looked intently at where they were about to be connected, placing his forearms on either side of the blonde's head, bracing himself so as not to crush the boy under him.

"Don't hate me, brat," was all he murmured before he slowly pushed himself in.

It was only the head and that was already too much for Deidara to handle. He let a loud scream of pain escape his lips, his entire body clenching as well. Feeling the walls tighten around the head of his member made Sasori grimace, face contorted in semi-pain as well. He moaned slightly as he tried to push in more, but felt too much resistance in the clenched muscles. "B-brat, I can't move. You're too tight."

"Ha – I'm…trying, D-Danna, un," as soon as he would slightly relax, his body would instinctively tighten itself again. The puppeteer tried again with pushing in, but found the same resistance. "Damn it, brat. Relax."

"I'm trying, un!" Deidara yelled, a gasp of pain escaping his lips. "It just…hurts – ha – too much."

"Deidara," Sasori quit movement and bent forward to place his forehead against the blonde's, gazing at his face, "look at me."

Slowly, the boy opened his eyes, meeting the amber gaze staring back. They were calm, cool, collected, effectively calming his nerves as well. The redhead smiled slightly as the resistance eased up numerously, allowing him to sheath the hole more. The resistance did not return and he pushed in further. "I'm almost in."

"T-take me, un," Deidara wrapped his arms around his roommate's neck, planting a light kiss on his lips, "take me now, Danna."

Sasori's heart rammed against his chest as he pushed the rest of his member in, burying his face into the bomber's neck, panting lightly against the skin as he heard the scream that escaped the other boy's throat.

The pain was excruciating. He felt like he was torn in two now. Where was the pleasure he was supposed to be feeling? He knew it was there, but he wasn't feeling it!

Sasori knew what he had to find. If not, the brat would continue screaming in pain and that wasn't music to his ears. He braced himself over the younger male, beginning to thrust in and out slowly, angling his hips differently each time, searching for that spot.

"Ha…Danna…mm," Deidara tried and succeeded minimally in silencing the screams that begged to escape. He held on to his Danna for dear life, praying the pleasure would come soon.

"Almost…there," the redhead continued to angle his hips differently, praying he would find it soon. He had to; he wanted the brat to feel pleasure, know that what he was doing to him made him feel ecstatically good, not painful. He had only done this once before and then, it was easy to find the spot, but now, it almost seemed impossible to –

"AHH, DANNA!" Sasori ceased movement long enough to realize that that was a cry of pleasure, not pain. Studying Deidara's face intently, he thrust against that certain muscle again, as another cry of pleasure rang out. He sighed, chuckling happily. "Looks like I found it."

He began thrusting against that spot again, his pumps becoming faster and harder.

For Deidara, the pain was gone, replaced with white-hot pleasure that spread throughout his entire body. Every time the redhead pressed his member against that certain spot within him, a new wave of pleasure radiated through him.

"D-Danna…right there…yes…mm," Deidara threw his head back, eyes rolling as a flurry of moans escaped his lips. "F-faster…harder."

"Say my name first, brat," Sasori smirked lightly, still thrusting but not picking up the speed, like how the brat wanted. He heard Deidara sigh and without warning, hands entangled themselves into his hair and his face was yanked down abruptly to stare straight into the blonde's blue eyes. A slight glare was etched onto the younger male's face as he spoke. "Fuck me, you damn Sasori!"

Hearing his name called out like that, with so much want and lust, he pulled almost all the way out, with just his head in, clenched his teeth, clutched the black sheets in his hands tightly, and slammed back into Deidara's prostate, insinuating a cry of pleasure from the bomber. He continued his thrusts, driving harder and deeper into the boy, sweat beginning to form on his brow.

Deidara was already sweating, drowning in the ecstasy that threatened to take him under. Never had he experienced such feelings before. In actuality, never had he ever done something like what he was doing before. He loved this, loved the connection he now had with his Danna, loved his Danna in general, he loved everything.

He threw his head back again as another flurry of moans escaped into the air. He was nearing his limit. It felt like a spring in his lower abdomen was being coiled up so tightly, it could snap any minute. He tried to suppress himself, biting down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood. As if on instinct, his hips began to meet his roommate's thrusts, grinding along each time he felt the member hit his prostate.

Sasori wrapped his hand around Deidara's fully hard member, pumping it in time with his thrusts. He was also nearing his limit; the tight walls around his member were hot, adding to the friction. His heart was ramming itself against his chest, no doubt the bomber's was doing the exact same thing.

Wrapping his arms around Sasori's neck, Deidara moaned again. "Sasori no Danna…I'm gonna…ah…hah…mmmm."

"Me too, Deidara," the redhead moaned out, finally releasing the sounds he tried to hold in. He began to grunt with his thrusts, his speed reaching its max, the bed's headboard beginning to bang against the wall, no doubt reverberating on the other side.

Sasori reached down to bring Deidara into a kiss, their tongues massaging against each other as the springs in them coiled to near stillness, bodies pressed so close together, neither could tell who was who anymore. With one last deep thrust against his prostate, Deidara was the first to pull away from the kiss and throw his head back as the spring snapped. "SASORI!"

He released onto their stomachs, the hot liquid burning his skin slightly. The walls around his member tightened harshly, and Sasori felt his own spring snap. With a few more thrusts, he finally screamed, "DEIDARA!" and exploded inside the bomber, the latter letting out a final groan as he felt himself fill up with his Danna's seed.

Still connected, they laid there for a few minutes, both trying to catch their breath as they rode out their climaxes. It was Sasori who moved first, pulling out of the blonde and rolling until he laid next to him, both staring up at the black ceiling, the moon's glow still casting into the room, adding a bluish tint to the furniture within.

"That was," the redhead began.

"Amazing," Deidara finished, not really caring if that was what his roommate's answer was going to be or not. He felt fucking great, and he was damn sure to let his partner know.

"Yeah…it was pretty good," he heard his roommate say. He turned his head to find Sasori already gazing at him, amber eyes filled with something Deidara couldn't quite put down. Then, the puppeteer smiled a genuine smile, his left hand intertwining with the blonde's right. "It was amazing, may I correct myself."

Deidara was leaning in to kiss him again when a sudden thump out in the hallway and a voice murmuring, "you idiot!" had the two turning their heads to the door in unison. Sasori sighed and rolled off the bed, grabbing a wet wipe from out of the container on the night stand, cleaning the bomber's seed off of himself, throwing the wipe into the crash can, grabbing his boxers and putting them on, and walking over to the door. Without hesitation, he twisted the knob and threw it open.

His amber gaze fell upon the Akat Suki Sigma members Itachi, Tobi, Pein, Hidan, Kisame, and Zetsu, plus Konan, all kneeling against the doorframe. They all looked up suddenly, fear masking their faces.

Almost like someone flicked on a light, they all went into action. Zetsu stood up and quickly disappeared through the wall opposite Sasori, Itachi, Hidan, and Kisame began bumping into each other as they hurriedly raced down the hallway to see who would be the first to escape, and Pein grabbed hold of Konan, who was busy trying to stop the nosebleed that had ensued, and threw her over his shoulder as he raced down the hallway, Konan looking back at Sasori with wide eyes and a giant smile. "THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL, SASORI!"

The only one left was Tobi, who stumbled backwards and fell, but quickly got up, turned on his heel and ran frantically down the hallway, screaming, "TOBI IS A GOOD BOY! TOBI HEARD NOTHING!" and repeating those two sentences as he disappeared down the stairs.

Sasori sighed as he quietly shut the door back.

Can't even get a decent amount of privacy, huh?