Yes, it has been something like half a year since I last uploaded. I am truly sorry about it. Trust me, life has been horribly busy.
"Where did you come to know about it, Deidara, and how much do you know?" Ignoring the fear that drove me cold from my heart to my fingertips, I tried to respond calmly. This is not what I expected.
The uke seems to feel less scared of the grotesque truth concealed in the locked closet. Not looking into my stare, he gently placed his hand on my chest. "I can feel it from your heartbeat, Danna."
"I noticed that you discovered the corpse which I wish to hide from you. Of course my heart would race."
"But I got you right there, Danna." He looked up. "You are a psychopath, but not a murderer. I believe you won't do such things."
Despite of the casual way he put those words, I cannot help feeling a wave of overwhelming sentiment. I always thought he hated me bitterly. This teen suddenly seemed to look younger. His eyes shone like a naïve child's. Emotions are strong, but the dirty, contaminated desire of mine got the better of me.
"Right." I took a deep breath. "Let's fuck."
I ordered Deidara to go to my bed. He sat there and watch me out the mannequin back to its original position and lock up the closet door. When I turned around, he was still staring at me. To my surprise, I can see teardrops starting to roll down his cheeks. I was not sure whether it was a mirage or a fact that he was about to cry again, since my vision was suddenly blurred… from my own tears. I had this dizzy feeling when you feel like you're about to cry like a baby, but you're trying hard not to. This is the impact of sentiment.
I climbed onto the bed to sit face-to-face with Deidara. I reached to wipe away the tears from his face with my thumb, but then I lost all control of myself. I began to weep shamelessly. The past events of how Orochimaru's life is brought to an end because of me took over my mind.
"Orochimaru…" I mumbled uncontrollably as my hands started to touch the body of the blonde in front of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close to me with my arms. I gently caressed the smooth skin on his body; not an inch of skin is left untouched. I was completely blind on the fact that the body I was touching was Deidara, but my mind kept telling me that it didn't quite matter. Their skin was just as smooth, their moans just as sensational, their bodies just as perfect. For a moment, Orochimaru seemed to be alive again.
I gently entered his body. I moved gently and steadily. This is the first time I made love to Deidara instead of fucking the hell out of him. I could hear his soft moans. Unlike the torture he usually received from me, I could tell that he was enjoying sex for the first time.
I was still weeping by the time we were finished. I cupped my uke's cheek and planted a kiss on his lips. Force of habit.
It was then when I finally broke free of the blindfold my mind forced on me. I instinctively backed away from Deidara and wiped away my tears. I realized I made love to my sex slave. It should never have gone this way! Deidara's existence is only for satisfying my physical needs.
At first, I decided to send Deidara back to his room, but seeing him tucked in already, I thought it would all be fine. As I lay down next to him, I can foresee his question bombarding.
"I shall grant you the liberty to ask whatever you like." I said with a hoarse voice. It hasn't recovered yet from the weeping just now.
Back against each other, we talked for hours that night. I longed to ask Deidara why he started crying before I had sex with him, but I guess I could save that for later.