A/N: Alright...sorry if it seemed a little snippy last chapter...not my fault. Working through writer's block, watching Metalocalypse, listening to Story of the Year/Atreyu/Bullet for my Valentine/Metallica...yeah...multitasking rocks! Lol anyways...for those of you questioning Sasori possibly getting his humanity back again...you'll find out about that later on in the story. I have an idea. And I'm rolling with it. In this chapter...one of my famous lemons! Lol Enjoy, pervs! Ja ne!


Fated Reunion

Chapter 3: Yours Once More


Deidara's eyes watered at Sasori's sudden choice to 'pop the question.' Unable to contain himself any longer, his arms were flung around the other's neck and pulled him close. His lips crashed against the other's in a heated, passionate, rough kiss. The blond forced his tongue in the other's mouth. Sasori was a bit taken aback by his partner's sudden aggressiveness. Nonetheless, he kissed back with his own forceful kiss. The war of dominance waged on for quite some time. Tongues mingled with the other and teeth nipped at each other's bottom lips.

Eventually, however, the kiss had to be broken for air. And so it was. Deidara broke the kiss to take in a deep breath of air. He looked up at his danna with a small smile. "It took you long enough, danna," he smiled.

Sasori smirked, running his hands up his blond's back to his uplifted shoulder. His hands cupped his shoulders, holding them gently. He looked over his lover and couldn't help but notice how attractive he looked right now. His blue eyes were clouded over in passion and lust. His soft lips were a bruised pink and slightly parted, exhaling labored pants. Sasori observed the swift rise and fall of his chest. His pale skin glistened with a thin veil of sweat. His legs trembled as they rested against Sasori's hips. The heavenly blond hair was tousled and matted from the yanking and grabbing. His blond truly looked remarkable.

As Deidara stared at Sasori, he watched his tan, muscular body tremble with anticipation. His brown eyes held a certain lust and passion Deidara remembered seeing so long ago. The red hair of his danna was sticking out every which way. Some hung in his eyes, somewhat shielding the beautiful brown eyes from his view. His fingers curled around the blond's pale shoulders, caressing them lightly. His lips were bruised a little from the kiss they had just ended. His elegant cheeks were sprinkled with a light blush. But not from embarrassment; it was from his arousal.

The Suna born leaned down to his blond's ear, nibbling the lobe softly. He heard a small whimper of pleasure from the object of his affection and released it to speak to him. "I missed you, Dei," he whispered delicately. He kissed the blond's temple softly before he heard another small whimper. This time, the puppeteer noticed a slight difference. He sat up a little to look down at Deidara. He saw tears leaking down the side of his face. The corner of his mouth curved upward in a lopsided grin as he looked into the blue eyes. He retracted an arm from holding the blond's shoulders to softly wipe away the tears.

Deidara felt more tears coming as he replayed the soft words of his danna in his head. Sasori kissed away the last of his tears before kissing his forehead. The younger kissed his danna's lips softly. After a few seconds, he pulled away to look at him. "I missed you, too, yeah," he whispered back.

The Suna puppeteer smirked and held him close. He nuzzled his nose to his neck affectionately. "I'm glad we're on the same page," he whispered seductively, his voice holding the lust Deidara missed for so long. There was a small shudder that erupted through the younger's body. Sasori kissed the blond's neck before slowly slipping his fingers under his shirt. He slowly raised the shirt, barely dragging his fingers up the sculptor's ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

When the shirt was raised to his neck, the older of the two pulled away from the tender neck to remove it. Once the bothersome article of clothing was tossed aside, Deidara took the opportunity to sit up and nibble at his lover's chest. His hand mouth nipped at the navel under his shirt, while his actual mouth nipped at the collarbone. Sasori shuddered and arched a little, being able to feel it more than ever. He let out a low hiss and entangled his hand in the blond hair. He yanked Deidara's head back in a swift movement, crashing his lips against the blond's in a lustful kiss.

The blond moaned quietly at his danna's forcefulness. His hands fell to his danna's hips and just stayed there. The red head used his body weight to push his blond back on his back. Sasori sat on his hands and knees over the blond, lips locked in a lustful, needy kiss. He bit the blond's bottom lip and took in the quiet moans he missed for so long. He moved his kisses to his lover's neck, teasing the delicate flesh between his teeth softly. He felt Deidara arch beneath him, trying desperately to get their pelvic regions to touch. He missed. He let out a small whimper, earning a snicker from Sasori.

"Patience, brat," he whispered, leaning on his left hand so his right could trail over the blond's body. Now that he could feel, he wanted to feel every single inch of his blond's body. And it felt wonderful. His skin was so soft. Baby soft. As if it had never been violated in the first place. His right hand cupped the blond's cheek, him pulling away from his lover's neck to stare into the blue eyes he missed. Their eyes locked and their eyes spoke for them. No words were needed. They saw the extent of love for each other in their eyes. That was all the reassurance they needed.

Sasori's hand trailed from the pale cheek to his neck, lightly tracing the protruding collarbone. The red head couldn't get over how soft his partner's skin was. He missed out on this for so long. He watched the blond's expressions. There was nothing lustful about the way he looked. Strictly love. Only love. His hand trailed lower, taking in his lost sense of touch while he still could. A grin broke out on his face. "So soft, Dei," he whispered gently.

The blond blinked and smiled. He ran his fingers down the middle of the blond's chest. His hand flattened when he made it to his upper stomach. He smoothed his way down the pale stomach, following the dip of his navel, his fingertips playing at the waistband. His fingers easily slipped between the fabric, trailing downward even further. He felt the blond curls and smirked at his lover's reaction. He gasped and his face lit up with red, becoming even more attractive to the red head. "I love you, Dei," Sasori whispered quietly to his younger lover.

Deidara smiled and held his partner's face in his hand. He tilted his head back a little, Sasori taking the silent hint and kissing him lightly. The blond ran his hand over the tanned skin of his danna. He let his hand rest on the broad shoulder as he kissed him softly. The red head pulled away far enough so his lips still brushed against his blond's. They stared into each other's eyes lovingly, searching for any and all signs of love for one another. "I love you, too, danna," Deidara whispered after a brief period of silence.

The Suna born smirked and hooked his fingers in the waistband of the younger's pants. The Iwa artist smiled and helped his danna remove his pants. Once the pants were down and off, Sasori threw them in a pile with Deidara's discarded shirt. The red head took the time to remove his own shirt, his muscles contracting slightly from the movement. Deidara was mesmerized at the beautiful sight that was only meant for him. The puppeteer discarded it in the same pile and just looked down at his partner.

The Iwa born ran his hands down his danna's sides and stopped at his pants. His eyes held a question, asking if it was alright. Sasori just smirked and grabbed Deidara's hands in his own, helping him remove them. He tossed them aside and stayed on his knees, holding Deidara's hands in his. Nothing could be more perfect than right now. As he stared, he saw a mischievous look in his brat's eyes. Before he could question it, he was flung onto his back with the sculptor straddling him. He wore a confident smirk as he stared down at him.

He watched the blond kiss his way down his collarbone, his chest, his navel. Blue eyes stared innocently at him. The blond kissed his danna's thighs, nipping ever so gently. He then dragged his tongue up the underside of his member, earning a shiver from the older. The feeling was amplified now that he had feeling. He could feel it before, but damn did this feel better! He felt the brat lick his tip before taking him in entirely. The Suna born damn near choked on his own inhalation of air. He let out a long, breathy moan, arching his back off the bed.

Deidara looked up at him, taking in the reactions. All he could think was he finally heard his danna moan. Actually moan. Not the quiet, reserved crap he remembered before. But then again, that was beautiful, too. This was better. End of story. He started a slow up and down momentum, sliding his tongue over the tip a few more times. He tasted a salty substance on the tip of his tongue and smirked. He had his danna's attention. Just like always.

The blond rubbed tiny circles on his danna's hips, rubbing the right spot on the delicate flesh. He took his danna in as far as he could go, deep throating him easily. "Dei!" Sasori moaned in a strangled gasp. His hand embedded itself in the blond hair, fisting it unintentionally. The blond nearly moaned at the feeling of his aggressive danna. He came up again, releasing the red head's throbbing member from his mouth. He glanced up at the aroused Akatsuki member to see him glaring down at him in warning. "If this is your idea of a joke, end it now," he growled, the threat not coming out quite like he wanted it to. It came out as more of a plea than a demand.

Deidara smiled mischievously. "Remember all those times you teased me, un?" he asked in a sing song voice. Sasori's glare intensified. He laughed and grabbed hold of his danna's member, stroking it slowly, allowing his hand mouth to lick and suckle parts every once in a while. The Suna born shivered unexpectedly, causing the smirk on the sculptor to become larger. Having enough of teasing his danna, he decided to pleasure him again. He leaned down once more, taking the head in his mouth. His tongue teased the slit once more, dragging more of the clear liquid from his Suna lover.

Sasori released a strangled sigh, getting somewhat frustrated at the blond's teasing. Deidara smirked and took his danna in once more. He deep throated him as if to say "what now?" The elder moaned and arched again, fisting the blond's hair in his hand frantically. Deidara started a steady swift pace, fulfilling his danna with each passing minute. He felt Sasori tense up. He increased his pace, driving the red head over the edge with a strangled moan and one final arch. He released into Deidara's mouth, the blond licking it all up and swallowing it. Once it was gone, he sat up to look at his elder. He crawled up to lay beside him to study his facial expressions.

What the blond saw was something priceless and breath taking. Sasori looked completely different. His face wasn't hard or collected. In fact, it looked rather...dazed, for lack of a better word. His lips were parted, allowing labored pants to escape the dark pink lips. His skin shimmered with a light coat of sweat. His expression was an exhausted, yet ready-to-go one. Deidara honestly couldn't read the red head's face. It was a puzzle that could never be solved. But he intended to find out what his danna was feeling. "Danna?" he whispered, curling up beside him cutely.

Sasori looked at Deidara, trying his best to collect himself. He failed. Miserably. Instead of words, the red head pulled the blond for a kiss. It wasn't like his usual forceful kisses. This kiss was passion-filled, much unlike Sasori. The blond didn't know what to make of his danna's behavior. He'd never seen him like this. Loving, sure. This...eh...no. The puzzle that was Sasori was slowly becoming harder and harder to solve. He was showing his true colors and Deidara was experiencing all of his locked away emotions.

The Iwa born kissed back, wrapping his arms around his danna softly. He felt the older pull him on top of him, running his hands up his back slowly and delicately. The blond shivered at the gentleness. Was it because he could feel again? Was this what was making Sasori so...gentle? Deidara wasn't sure, but he liked it. He broke the kiss for air and stared down at his danna with half lidded eyes. When his eyes refocused, he noticed that Sasori had regained his usual arrogant and demanding demeanor. The red head wore a smirk, suggesting something was about to happen, just like he always did when he was about to make love to his lover.

Sasori flipped Deidara onto his back, him on top. He stared down at his younger lover suggestively. The blond caught the hint and smirked back. He let the curiosity go for now. He wrapped his legs around his danna's hips, clinging to him tightly. Sasori sat up, dragging the blond with him into a sitting position. He grabbed Deidara's hips and stared into the blue eyes as he raised him up. The blond smiled and bent down to nip at Sasori's neck. He bit down roughly, dragging a groan and hiss from him, just as intended.

With one swift movement, the red head impaled himself inside Deidara. The younger screamed in pain, keeping his face buried in the tanned neck. His body shook with silent waves of want and need. The pain was greater than the first time. He felt his danna run his hands up his back gently, holding him affectionately. Soft kisses were placed on the pale skin, trying to calm him down. A silent apology in the form of kisses.

Deidara started to move on his danna, lifting and dropping slowly in small thrusts, trying to reacquaint himself with the forgotten feeling. Sasori let him do as he wished, trailing his hands down his back to firmly grasp his ass. Once he felt his lover's pace increase, he assisted him. He gripped Deidara firmly, lifting him almost completely off and impaling him harder each time. The blond moaned loudly near his danna's ear. Sasori joined his young partner occasionally, their sounds mixing in the room and filling each other's ears.

Deidara opened his eyes with a predatorial gleam in his innocent blue eyes. He roughly yanked his danna's head back by his hair and went to work at biting the tender flesh of his neck. Sasori shivered and moved his hands to Deidara's hips, tightening them roughly. The blond responded by biting harder and increasing his thrusts, showing his need. The red head was a bit startled at his partner's sudden aggressiveness, but he wasn't complaining. Instead, he roughly pushed Deidara on his back. He quickly reclaimed his place on top, thrusting back into him, roughly hitting the younger's prostate.

As if Sasori flipped a switch, Deidara went back to his uke self. He felt his danna's hands roughly grip his hips for leverage as he thrust into him wildly. That brief moment of Deidara's dominance was enough to turn Sasori on even more, if at all possible. As the Suna-nin thrust into his lover, he kept a demanding stare with the blond. The sculptor stared back, sort of. His eyes were half lidded as a pink blush settled on his cheeks. The look on his face was pure bliss for Sasori. That look alone made the throbbing even worse. That look was forever embedded in his brain. As long as he lived, he would never forget that look.

For now, he took it in and worked with it. His thrusts became harder and faster. His moans became louder, as did Deidara's, which surpassed his in volume. The blond wasn't moaning anymore. He was screaming. Sasori grabbed hold of his lover's throbbing member and started to stroke it swiftly. His glare softened into pure lust. Deidara moaned upon the sudden contact, arching into his danna. A few more thrusts and strokes sent the blond over the edge. Thanks to his heightened arousal, his seed shot up onto Sasori's neck.

The red head paid it no mind when he felt the muscles contract around him, sending him over the edge as well. He released inside his blond lover with a small moan of his name. Once the waves of his orgasm left him, he removed himself from the tight hole of his partner. He stayed above him, just staring, drinking in the afterglow. It was twice as good now. He couldn't ask for more. If it was this good all the time, Sasori would be set for life.

Deidara tried to steady his breathing. His eyes opened a little, just enough to see Sasori's trembling arm next to his shoulder. He tried to blink away the spots, but they refused to leave. The assault to his prostrate left him half dead (figuratively speaking...). He turned his tired gaze to his danna and saw the soft brown eyes staring back at him with the emotion he missed for so long: love. He weakly brought his hand up to rest on his danna's trembling arm. As soon as he did, as if a gust of wind blew over a tower of toothpicks, Sasori collapsed onto him, but not enough to crush him. The puppeteer caught himself on his elbows.

The blond watched as his danna's body shook violently above him. He'd never seen his danna tremble like this before. He weakly wrapped his arms around his lover, feeling him relax against him, body still trembling harshly. It was as if all the energy the puppeteer had was sucked out of him. Which it sort of was. "Danna?" Deidara breathed, unable to get his voice to go any higher from all the screaming he did.

Sasori weakly lifted his head. The furthest he got was resting his cheek on Deidara's collarbone. He really was drained if he couldn't even lift his head. The blond laughed breathlessly at his weak danna. "It looks...like I can sleep tonight, Dei," he whispered softly. Deidara smiled warmly and held his love close. Neither could find their breath. And that was alright. They didn't need to.

Deidara, being the one with the most energy between the two, covered them up with the sheet effortlessly. Once he was done, he let his fingers run through the soft hair of his danna. He placed a single kiss on the top of his head before letting his arm wrap around his danna's back. He felt his eyes defy his command to open. Deciding it was time for rest, the blond gave in to his exhaustion.

TBC