Disclaimer: I Do NOT own Naruto, I do NOT own Deidara, Sasori, ect.

Warning!: This story contains YAOI/Shounen-Ai If that offends you don't read it.

AN: Sorry for the wait everyone, my luck has been super shitty lately, and I got hella sick which was no fun at all. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, I promise it will get better! It's always darkest before the dawn people!, yeah. I've been listening to this one punk band way to much so that's where the inspiration is coming from, look it up! Where do broken hearts go? By Me First and the gimme gimmes.(the song that inspired chapter 10)Anyways Here is chapter 11 lovelies!(DeiIta fluff alert for this one!)

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Oh I could throw you in the lake, or feed you poison birthday cake, I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone.
Oh I could bury you alive but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me while I'm sleeping! that's why....(I Can't decide- The Scissor Sisters)

Chapter 11- I Can't Decide (Weather you should live or die)

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"How could you!?" The scorpion had been repeating those same three words over and over, and never gaining an answer. His hands tightening around the blonds neck, crushing the delicate windpipe in their grip.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for Deidara to breathe, maybe he had been wrong, and Sasori really was going to kill him!

The teary look in the redheads eyes made it completely worth it, if he were to die right here and now, at least he would die knowing he had payed Sasori back.

He had never once seen the older man look so hurt, so.....broken.

Everything had fallen his way, and he had gotten just what he wanted. He closed his eyes as the oxygen ceased to flow into his lungs, accepting his fate, he could die more than happy. It didn't even hurt anymore.

Smiling he choked out his last strangled words.

"I Hate you Sasori, un"

And then there was nothing.

He couldn't feel anything anymore.

It was almost like he was floating, in nothing, nothing but blackness. It was endless...

So this was death.

He had always wondered what it would be like to die, all in all, it hadn't been as bad as he expected it to be. It was warm, and dark, the pain had all stopped.

It was almost like he could feel himself smiling at the thought of being dead, away from it all.

And finally free.

From Sasori, Itachi, everyone. No one could hurt him here, because he no longer existed.

Sasori couldn't break his heart anymore.

He couldn't use him anymore, lie to him, or throw him around like trash.

He was free.

Free at last.

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He hadn't been able to do it.

He had been so close, he could feel the blonds life fading away between his fingers.

But when Deidara had stopped breathing, when he had passed out cold so near to death.

Sasori hadn't been able to push him that tiny bit further into that dark void of nothingness. He had let his hands fall, picked up the unconscious blond, and taken him back to his room, he had even tucked the younger man into bed, kissed his forehead sweetly, and well here he was now, showering and trying desperately to get it all out of his mind.

He was a fool, and Deidara had been right.

He couldn't kill him if he tried, and he had tried with all his might.

The last words that escaped the bombers lips had cut so deep into his heart, that all he had wanted to do was crush his throat so that he would never speak again.

He hated him.

It hurt, so much to hear those words come from Deidara. The pain in his chest was far greater then any he had ever felt, even when his parents died it hadn't hurt this much had it?

Maybe he was just so unused to pain, that he only thought it hurt more.

He slammed his hands against the cool tile of the shower wall, punching the hard surface over and over again, the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes finally bursting through his emotional dam. He fell to his knees letting the hot water run over his form as he cried, small streaks of red washing down the drain.

All his wounds re-opened, and his knuckles bleeding from the beating he put them through.

All he could think of was Deidara.

Why?

Why the fuck would he just go and betray him like that!? Didn't the blond say that he loved him only hours before all this treachery!?

Why then!

Unless.....That was impossible, there was no way!

He almost screamed in frustration as he slammed his head against the bottom of the tub. He didn't care if it hurt, he wanted it to hurt. Anything to distract him from the pain in his chest. Anything so that he wouldn't feel his heart shattering, slowly, anything at all.

It was over.

The best thing he had ever been given, and he had ruined everything.

It wasn't worth living, if this was how it was going to end.

But what could he do to fix what had been done?

He couldn't do anything, or Pein would...he would kill Deidara.

At this point, that thought was starting to seem almost.....acceptable.

If he could rid his world of the blond, he wouldn't have to feel like this.

Out of mind is also, out of sight.

Even if he himself couldn't kill Deidara, he knew that the young leader wouldn't hesitate to if he found out about Deidara's little distraction yesterday.

Oh yes, he would get that disobedient, distracting, insolent, pesky pet of his back for daring to break his heart.

And his punishment would be as promised.

Death.

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Floating in this void was starting to grow boring, really fast.

Blinking open his eyes, Deidara came to an almost shocking realization. This was his room, in the Akatsuki, this couldn't be heaven, or hell...He was alive.

Sitting straight up he found himself, dressed and safely tucked into his bed.

Had that all been some sort of bad dream?

Hadn't Sasori killed him?

Getting up quickly he rushed into his bathroom, gazing at himself in the mirror.

It hadn't been a dream after all, there around his neck were hand prints, bruised into his skin a sickly purple and yellow. Sasori had been so close, he could have sworn he was dead, that he was wrong. He had been so willing and ready to accept his fate.

So why had the older man stopped?

Why hadn't he just killed him?

Deidara shook his head, better not to think about Sasori anymore. He was the past, and he had no need for a master now, he had a pet of his own to look after.

Stepping solemnly into the shower, he quickly cleaned up and dressed, almost dying could really make a person hungry. It was about time for the rest of the Akatsuki to be waking up and heading to the kitchen anyway. If he was lucky someone else would have already cooked breakfast for everyone, and he wouldn't have to worry about it.

He made his way into the crowded room in silence, thankful that the redheaded puppet master was nowhere in sight. In fact it seemed everyone but Sasori was in the kitchen this morning. Silent as ever he took a seat at the large table, next to his new pet, Itachi. Who quickly got up and walked into the kitchen, returning seconds later with a plate of eggs and hash browns that smelled like heaven. The Uchiha shyly set the plate down in front of the blond, a small flush across his pale cheeks.

"I thought you might be hungry, Deidara-Sama"

Deidara had never seen the older man act so submissively, not that he was disappointed by it at all, in fact he found it irresistibly adorable. Grabbing the taller man by his collar he pulled him down into a tender kiss, not caring that anyone else was watching, let them watch, in the end the bastards were just jealous.

He couldn't help but smirk as the raven haired man sat delicately on his lap, wrapping his arms over his shoulders. And who should walk into the kitchen at this particular moment, but Sasori. Deidara couldn't help but to exploit this perfect moment.

"Feed me Itachi-Kun, un"

The raven haired man obediently obliged the blonds command, picking up the fork and feeding the younger shinobi delicately. Deidara was relishing every moment of this, the look on the scorpions usually passive face was priceless. His smile grew as he began to run his hands softly over the Uchiha's slender thighs earning small appreciative moans from the older mans lips.

Sasori looked like someone had just stabbed his mother. Deidara could practically taste the puppet masters anguish as he quickly poured himself a cup of coffee and ran back to his room, god revenge was sweet!

Chuckling to himself he let his hand wander to the raven haired shinobi's groin, giving it a soft squeeze, just to see the Uchiha squirm and wriggle with need and anticipation. Leaning close to the taller man he nipped seductively at his ear whispering.

"Go to your room, wait for me, I'll be there soon to reward you, un"

Itachi nodded vigorously getting up from the bombers lap and turning to walk back to his room, he was stopped by a hand on his wrist. Deidara pulled him close claiming his lips in a passionate kiss, seeing as Sasori had come back into the kitchen to put his cup away.

"Wear something skanky for me, un"

With that he let the Uchiha retreat back to his room, giving him a firm slap on the ass as he passed, causing the crimson eyed man to blush furiously.

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Sasori's eyes widened, watching his former lover be so sexual with another man was far to much for him to bear. He had spent the majority of his day holed up in his room, avoiding any sort of human interaction, and vigorously wracking his brain, trying to decide weather or not to tell Pein what Deidara had done. He had seemed so sure about it a first, but thinking it over he couldn't seem to come to a solid decision.

On one hand, the blond had made it pretty clear that they were over, and Sasori simply couldn't deal with that. If he couldn't have Deidara, no one else could, and having him killed would seemingly fix everything.

On the other, the puppet master couldn't imagine a world where his beloved blond no longer existed. The thought of it made him feel so empty inside, like he was loosing a part of himself, an important part.

He just couldn't make up his mind.

Should he let Deidara live?

Or should he let him die?

Gathering up his courage he approached the solitary blond, thankfully everyone else had already left the kitchen to return to their respective rooms and activities. Roughly he grabbed the bombers shoulder forcing the younger man to look at him.

"What the fuck was that all about, Deidara!?"

The sadistic gleam in the blonds eyes told Sasori everything, it was all about hurting him, the words that passed the bombers lips didn't hide his true intentions very well.

"I Don't know what you mean Sasori, un"

Cocking his head to the side with that innocent expression on his face couldn't hide that gleam in his eyes, an unspoken 'fuck you' to the puppet master. Sasori couldn't controll his temper, and what happened next was just what the blond had expected.

In seconds the chair that he was sitting in was on the ground, his long body sprawled out awkwardly on top of it, and Sasori's smaller form pinning him to the spot, on of those tiny pale hands entangled in his long golden locks.

"Don't play fucking stupid with me, brat! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Haven't you hurt me enough for one day!?!?"

Sasori was almost startled by the look in Deidara's eyes, it was far darker than any he had ever seen, quite frankly the blond looked like he had gone completely mad. It didn't help that after moments of silence the bomber burst into hysterical sadistic laughter. Grabbing Sasori roughly by the shoulders and reversing their positions so that he was straddling the older man. The scorpion couldn't hide the fact that embarrassingly, he was aroused immensely by how forceful Deidara was acting.

Gently hands were placed on either side of his face, forcing him to look into gleaming cerulean eyes, eyes so full of hatred and pleasure for his pain.

He was shocked to say the least as rosy lips were smashed against his own, teeth knowing at the tender flesh, moments later those lips descended on his neck, biting him so hard he was surely bleeding. That skilled and torturous tongue trailed the shell of his ear as that deep and seductive voice whispered.

"I'm not going to stop Sasori..... not until you hurt as much as I do, un...You should have killed me when you had the chance!"

Those hands that used to bring him pleasure trailed slowly down his body, pinching his nipples from under the thin fabric of his shirt, caressing his thighs, and finally stopping to gently cup his arousal, giving it a light squeeze.

"It's really quite pathetic that you still want me so much, Master..." That insane sadistic laughter hadn't faded from the blonds voice, with a last rough squeeze he pushed himself off of the puppet master, turning and spitting in his face before laughing as he walked away.

Sasori felt pathetic, worthless. He couldn't help but be aroused by Deidara, as much as his former lover had hurt him these past few days, he still loved him. With all of his heart, he wished he could stop, and return the feeling of hate that Deidara held for him, but he couldn't, he would always love Deidara even if he didn't want to.

He made up his mind in that moment, if this was how Deidara was going to behave from now on, he didn't deserve to live. Picking himself up off of the kitchen floor he made his way across the common room and to Pein's office door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

Deidara had brought this upon himself, and now he would suffer for his actions.

Death almost seemed to kind of a punishment

He had this strange feeling, that it was just what Deidara wanted.

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Sorry to leave you off on another cliffhanger! I just need time to plot the rest of this out in a way that makes sense! Also I apologize for teasing you with DeiSaso like that. Next chapter will have a lemon or two I promise! (I just realized that this is the first chapter of obedience with no lemons!)

You should all go look up the song that inspired this, it fits Sassy-poo's state of mind in this chapter PERFECTLY!

youtube it bitches!

I Can't decide- The Scissor Sisters.

Love you all and thank you so much for all of your reviews and support!

Peace out- 3
Brat