Document Opened: 06/09/2009, 02:34pm.

Authors Note: It's been awhile.X3.

I've been wanting to do this lemon for awhile now.=D.

Theme/Prompt: No. 54. Rough.

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They were so close, their foreheads were practically touching. In general it would have been a sweet moment but the two were currently glaring kunai at each other. Low growls emitting from their throats.

Yet again the two had been swept up into another argument regarding their respective art. A subject that the others were keen on avoiding since it generally started one of them off.

This time however, they were almost completely alone. Only Pein and Konan were there and they were occupied with something, neither of them cared. So they were in Sasori's room and narrowing their eyes at each other. Well, in Deidara's case 'eye', as his other one was hidden by long fringe of bang.

"How many times do I have to tell you that true art is something to be appreciated for eternity, brat?" He watched as his younger lover made a 'tch' noise before speaking.

"You can tell me all you want but real art is the beauty of how transient something like life is, un!" The two leaned a little more into each other and within a blink the two had crashed into each other with a rough kiss.

Sasori easily won dominance over the blond and pulled back with a slight smirk on his face. "Tell me, how exactly can anyone appreciate something that only lasts for such a short amount of time?" He appeared smug.

"Because it's only meant to be enjoyed for the brief moment it exists, un." He had a slight tinge of pink on his face from the force of their kiss combined with his frustration at trying to get his Danna to understand the beauty of his art.

"Things that last forever can't be enjoyed properly since they'll eventually become boring and they never change. Easily left to be forgotten, un." Of course he made his Danna the exception to that.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn? Eternal art is never dull." The two were back in each others faces growling. And once more they closed the tiny gap between them with a fierce kiss. Their lips colliding with each other in attempt for dominance, one Sasor knew he would win but the blond would keep trying anyway.

While they were between a tongue war and barely mumbling short curses at one another, they had also started hurriedly unbuttoning each others cloaks. Barely a moment later their cloaks were forgotten on the floor as they were now working on each others shirts. Well, Sasori was trying to get Deidara's off of him since personally he did not wear them anymore.

The red head pulled back for a second, annoyance plainly on his face. "Time out." Without another word he managed to pull the bombers shirt and under-mesh shirt off of him and drop them to the floor to be temporarily forgotten along with their cloaks.

"Time in."

"Where were we, un?" He couldn't remember if he had insulted Sasori last or vice versa. "You were a stupid brat and I was an ass." He replied non-chalantly.

"I'm glad you can admit it, un."

"Shut up." He growled out.

"Why don't you make me, un." He smirked for a second himself before Sasori took him seriously and the two resumed the fierce kiss.

The puppet master had little to no problem backing the blond up until they were in front of the red heads bed.

Swiftly he stopped the kiss and not so gently he pushed Deidara backwards so he landed on his back and without wasting a second he pinned his arms down and had a knee on either side of him. Though he appeared blank, there was a small spark of amusement in his eyes. "Do you give up yet?"

Deidara only glared at him with his visible blue eye. "Not now, not ever, un." He would sooner die before turning on his beloved art.

"Have it your way then." He replied smugly while blue chakra strings could seen from his fingertips. Before he put those to work, he let out some of his stomach cable and slid it a couple of inches down the blonds pants and saw him look off tot he side at the feeling of the cold metal against his warm flesh.

Using the stomach cable, he was able to remove the bombers pants and boxers at the same time. A mischevious smile on his face as he saw the embarassed look of his partner whose face was a lovely shade of pink. The blond even huffed a little.

"You know this could go a lot more smoothly if you just admit eternal art is true art." He knew he wouldn't. Deidara was too stubborn for such a thing.

"I'd rather die then lie like that, un." He deadpanned out. "Why can't you just admit the pure beauty of fleeting art, un?"

"Because there is no beauty in fleeting things." He put his chakra strings to use.

Deidara, was not all that surprised when he found himself slowly sitting up without having to move his own body. It had only taken a moment before was on his knees which were slightly spread.

His heart was racing slightly while he glanced off to the side. "What, am I going to be the one here, un?" He asked sarcastically while referring to the fact he was naked and Sasori still had on his pants.

"No. But I figured that you could keep yourself busy for a moment." He smirked as the bombers eye widened slightly at his words. Silently he made the teens left hand slowly travel downward until it was at the blonds length and after a second, he had the left hand at work. After that he brought the younger males right hand over to his left nipple and set the palm-mouth to work there. He stood back with an amused expression.

"That's....cheating, un." He barely managed out while cursing Sasori's ability to do such things. A light sheen of sweat was already beginning to appear on his face from what his palm-mouths were doing. Things he would never do with them under free will.

"I am an S-class criminal. I don't play fair. Besides, I don't appreciate the fact you insulted me and my art, again." He would go over there after another minute or so. He couldn't allow the blond to have all the fun himself.

"Like...I enjoy you...insulting my art, un." He was having a hard time biting back the small moans that kept trying to escape his throat. Particularly when the tip of the tongue in the palm-mouth on his chest flicked his nipple. 'Damn perverted lover, un.' It was easier for him to curse inwardly.

"I'll give you one last chance to admit that art that spans an eternity is better."

"Everything....is fleeting....even this, un." He had since started panting a little, not noticing the look on Sasori's face. Even the red head couldn't keep up controlling him this way for eternity. His heart still; needed some rest after all.

Sasori stepped off to the side to remove what was left of his clothing before crawling onto the bed behind Deidara.

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Before relinquishing the chakra strings on Deidara, he had shifted the blond slightly and placed both hands firmly on the bombers hips. "I warned you."

Deidara wasn't able to hold back the cry of pain as Sasori entered him roughly and deep. And he didn't bother taking it slow either. "Art....is...still...fleeting, un." He go out between pants. It was taking a little longer then normal but he was slowly starting to feel the pleasure. Particularly when Sasori hit one spot that caused him to gasp out in surprise.

Sasori still continued to buck the teens hips up and down as he performed the action a little bit faster. "Gods....Sasori-Danna, un!" He moaned rather loudly while gripping his nails into the flesh of his palms above their mouths.

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He could feel himself be ready to finish. "Danna, un." He knew Sasori would know what he meant. Sure enough after another thrust and one harder one. His mouth was open and he was panting as he came.

Still, he had a feeling that Sasori wasn't done quite yet and was right and let out a whimper that was pained and pleasured at the same time as Sasori entered him again.

A few thrusts later, he whimpered once more as he felt his Danna release inside of him. He seemed to be done as he slowly pulled out of him.

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He had his visible eye closed and was too tired to tell if he was falling backward or if it was his Sasori-Danna.

His golden blond hair was clinging to him as he still held a sheen of sweat and was panting a little. So he was barely aware of the familiar arms around his waist as he was laying next to Sasori.

The puppet master knew that they would always argue about art, but he figured there was no reason that should stop them from having angry sex after all. That thought made him smile cockily as he reached his left arm over the now unconscious blond to bring the cover over them first.

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Having gotten the cover situated over them both, he made sure the younger blond was good and asleep before planting a quick kiss on top of Deidara's head. The action caused the teen to shift a little and a smile come across his face.

Sasori joined his lover in rest since he had a feeling he would be hearing about the after effects of earlier, tomorrow. 'It was worth it.'

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Authors Note: Can't say I hate it but I cannot say I love it either. Eh, I'm tired, leave me be.:p.

Finished: 06/09/2009, 06:42pm.

07/09/2009, 04:34pm. FIxed it so they are no longer having angry "Sed".XD.