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Aside from that, sorry for the late update. I'm a little messed up and things aren't going that well, so please forgive me. Buut~~ the plot is picking up ^^ It's getting a little difficult to keep the characters realistic, though, but I try. Maybe I'm putting myself under too much pressure. Tell me whether you liked the chap, 'kay? ^_^ It's rather long~~

Chapter 5 - Party

Once Deidara had stepped out of his room, it wasn't hard finding the room where the party was held. Booming music filled the hallway and Deidara was certain it could be heard outside as well. Ignoring his ears' warning 'do NOT go there!', he strolled down the hallway to the other end of it. He picked the door that seemed to hide the source of the sound and knocked on it.

The door was opened and for a moment, Deidara genuinely thought his ear drums would break. The music was so loud! He fought back the urge to cover his ears and run. Blowing out a breath, he pushed his bang to the side and looked up. In the doorway stood Pein, of course.

"It's about time you came around. For a moment there I thought you had chickened out," Pein snickered, inviting the blond in. As Deidara entered, he couldn't even hear the door closing behind him. He gazed around, taking in the room. He found it difficult to keep his face expressionless.

It was quite dark and people were dancing/staggering in the center of the room. He could hear someone screaming over the loud music, but didn't know where it was coming from. Dozens of empty bottles covered the floor, people ignoring and stepping over or on them.

The size of the room was huge. Deidara guessed that the walls separating three rooms had been taken down for this. The bed, shelves and desks that had to be somewherein the room were hard to spot in the mass of people and piles of trash.

Deidara's eyes wandered around in search of the scorpion, but couldn't find him. He almost jumped when he heard someone say to his ear: "The show is about to start." He twisted his neck and saw Pein standing next to him, a wide grin on his face. He offered the blond a can of beer and Deidara took it without hesitation.

"What show?" he asked, but the words were inaudible in the sudden boom of cheers. Deidara's eyes widened a great deal when he saw a large wooden table being carried in. The table itself wasn't anything, it was what was onit. Deidara gaped, not knowing whether he should've vomited or fainted. Surprisingly, he didn't do either of them, only stared.

On the table was Hidan – if he remembered the name correctly – naked above waist. His hands and legs were tied to the table and his chest and stomach were covered with cuts and… lots of blood.His eyes were closed and Deidara doubted whether he was even conscious. The table was turned so that it stood like a wall, leaving the beaten man for all to see clearly. Deidara felt his stomach turn upside down and he covered his mouth with his hand.

"What is that?" he asked but no one heard him. When he looked to the side he saw that Pein had already left him. He had stepped next to Kakuzu who was standing by the table, holding a long black whip in his hand. Deidara knew he would regret doing it, yet he couldn't stop his eyes from running along the whip. The black braided leather was dripping with blood, leaving small drops on the floor.

Deidara saw the whip rising from the floor and jumped at the loud smacking sound that went with the leather being wielded against the silver-haired man. Hidan's eyes flew open and he winced, but said nothing. Deidara deemed his own imagination to be too vivid – he could imagine all too clearly what it must've felt like. The mere thought of it made him shudder and suddenly, Deidara felt his knees starting to give away. He had to take a step back and lean against the wall in order to not fall over.

He heard laughter. Snapping his head towards it, he saw Pein patting Kakuzu's shoulder, partially leaning on him. "Man, he didn't even open his mouth. Can't take everythingso softly, hey, 'Kuzu?"

And without another word, he snapped the whip from the stitched boy's hand and swirled it around, cracking it harshly against Hidan's body. Deidara paled, cold sweat drops running down his forehead as he couldn't tear his gaze away from the scene before him.

There stood Pein, the guy that had been nice and friendly to him from the start, whipping his rank-mate mercilessly as though he were an animal he was willing to tame. It went on and on, Deidara shrinking against the wall. He slid down onto the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, eyes still glued to Pein.

After about the tenth whipping, a low and muffled scream finally escaped Hidan's mouth. The sound pierced through Deidara like a knife, leaving a hole there that wouldn't heal. The scream was burned into his memory for good.

He managed to look away and hide his face in his arms. He wanted to get out of there. He didn't want to be a part of this. Why were these people doing this? Did they consider it fun?Moreover, Hidan was an S-rankstudent, yet he was treated as a replaceable, low class workman, a sacrifice for the aristocrats. Deidara couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening. What wasthis place? Was this even a school? Where the fuck were the teachers?

"But,we've forgotten one thing." Deidara could hear Pein's voice despite his desperate desire of being deaf at that moment. He hugged his knees closer to his chest, squeezing them tighter. "We have a new student in the S-rank. Shouldn't we welcome him?"

Deidara's heart skipped a beat when he got the meaning of those words. A dim ray of hope sparkled inside of him, hoping that they were talking about someone else, but it was distinguished when he remembered Pein's words – the group he'd seen in class had been everyone in the S-rank and none of them were new.

Deidara snapped his eyes open, looking around. He was on the ground against the wall and hardly noticeable, but when people began looking around, they would certainly find him. He glanced at the door that was a few meters away, but knew that he'd never be able to make it without anyone noticing him. Oh God, why?

"Deidara?" Pein called, gazing around himself. "Where is he? Blondie?"

Deidara pressed himself against the wall as hard as he could, wishing he could turn invisible. Please, don't notice me, PLEASE!His eyes squeezed shut when he felt something hard hit against his thigh, causing him to lose balance. He leaned against the floor with his hand, falling to the side with a low 'ouch'.

"Hey, I found a blond. Is this one it?"

Deidara glanced up, embarrassment and anger reflecting from his eyes. To his great annoyance, he found no other than the scorpion himself standing next to him. Deidara wanted to screech. What an asshole!How much trouble was this douche going to cause him? The scorpion wasn't looking at him, though. He acted as though the blond didn't exist. What. A. Surprise.

Seeing as there was no way back, Deidara got to his feet, vowing that should he ever escape this room, he'd never attend any of these parties again. Not for the scorpion, not for anyone.The only question was, would he be able to escape this room?

"Deidara!" Pein spread out his arms and smiled broadly at him, "Step closer, nothing to be afraid of!" He said, the whip covered in blood still in his grip. Deidara gulped, but forced his feet to start moving. Disobeying wouldn't do him any good. What was going to happen? Would he get whipped as well? That thought alone was enough to paralyze him.

He forced his eyes to stay away from Hidan and focus on Pein. Letting out a breath, he came to a stop in front of him. "Yes?"

Pein laughed, throwing his head back. He clamped his hand down on Deidara's shoulder, making the boy wince, and said, "Hey Blondie, no need to be so tense. Relax, tonight's party time!"

Deidara didn't get the meaning of any of this. Given the circumstances, it was obvious he found it difficult to ease up, so he just stared at Pein with a blank look, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Would you like to say anything to the audience before we start?"

Deidara's eyes narrowed at Pein. He didn't see the cool guy he'd met before, the one who had welcomed him to the school, anymore; he saw a murderer, a cold-hearted bastard. He felt a strange emotion stirring up inside of him. He wanted to hurtPein and hurt him so bad the boy would fall down unconscious, blood running down his face. The urge was so strong it made his throat feel tight and he found it hard to swallow. The touch on his shoulder felt disgusting.

I want to commit homicide,he realized the same time a reply spilled from his lips, "I have nothing to say."

Pein's expression remained the same – amused and at ease. He felt as comfortable in this situation as a fish feels in the water. He stretched out his hand and gave the whip to the blond who took it without thinking.

"Go for it," Pein said before Deidara realized what had happened. He gazed at the unfamiliar weight in his hand as the words sunk in. His eyes flickered to the silver-haired boy tied to the table and he felt his heart sink. The boy was conscious, dizzily gazing around himself. The blood had left dark smears on his jeans as though he'd been swimming in blood. His wrists were bleeding, his torso was bleeding. Deidara vaguely wondered how long it would take for him to die from blood loss.

He shoved the thought aside, shaking his head in an attempt to forget what had just gone through his mind. He didn't want to be a part of this. He didn't even want to be here. He didn't want to have any relation to these people. His hand was shaking as he extended it to return the whip.

Deidara raised his head and his eyes met Pein's. Pein's eyes had narrowed and smile died, as though Deidara had just insulted him. It made the blond wonder briefly whether this was a ritual and he's just stood against their God. Or Satan.

Inside Deidara's head, voices were shouting prayers at their own angles to send someone notlunatic to this school who could explain to Deidara what the fuck was going on. As usual, there came no answer.

"The ones who can't hold the whip's handle shall meet the other end of the whip."

Translation: if you can't whip someone, you're going to get whipped.A heated fight between morals and self-preservation broke loose inside of Deidara. Suddenly he became very aware of the people surrounding him, as though they were all pointing knives at him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Sasori casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He wasn't even looking at him, only gazing at the floor. Deidara felt a painful twist in his chest and averted his gaze from the scorpion.

His grip tightened around the whip's handle. He knew the redhead was one of the main motivators for his actions, even though he didn't actually do anything. He just existed and his presence was enough to make Deidara cross limits.

Deidara held his breath. He was an egoist. Slowly, he raised his gaze. He was selfish. His eyes wandered to the table and found Hidan's lowered head. He deserved to be in this place.Damning himself and everyone else in the room to the deepest bits of hell, he raised his hand and cracked the whip.

The smack was a lot quieter than he'd expected. Deidara blushed, realizing that the other's would say 'he'd hit it like a girl'. But he didn't want to try doing better.

"You're going to have to do better than that to not become the sacrifice."

Or maybe he would. Squeezing his eyes shut, Deidara raised his hand again and repeated the motion. And then again. And again. The whip hit Hidan's chest, legs, head. And again and again. Even though Deidara's arm had begun to ache, his movements became harsher and harsher until they finally managed to draw out a whimper from the silver-haired man.

Bud Deidara did not stop at this. His eyes flew open and there was easily recognizable anger in them. He wielded the whip harder and harder, harder than Pein or Kakuzu had earlier, until the boy was screaming. The skin that had already been sensitive before, was now raw and bleeding even worse.

It was only when Pein started clapping that Deidara halted. He looked at the redhead, his breathing slightly uneven and eyebrows furrowed. The whipping had got him worked up. A small drop of sweat ran down his forehead and dripped off his cheek. He felt like he'd been woken up from a trance.

Pein stepped closer to him and took the whip, saying: "Congrats. You chose your life over someone else's. That's the way you survive here."

His voice sent a shudder running down Deidara's back and without his permission, his eyes wandered back to Hidan's body. He couldn't tell whether he was breathing or not. The sight made Deidara feel nauseous. He had done this.Deidara covered his mouth and ran towards the door with a bathroom sign on it.

-x-

Soon it became clear that leaving the party wasn't easy even when you weren't in the center of the attention. Some bastard had locked the door. So, as an alternative, Deidara made his way to the corner where there were bottles still with some liquid in them. He didn't bother finding a glass, but took the entire bottle and sat down in the farthest corner from the crowd.

After having emptied half of the bottle and gazing around, he found out something interesting – he wasn't the only one who preferred being alone to the group of lunatics. Against the same wall at a small distance in a similar position he was in, was sitting no other than the scorpion himself, drinking from a bottle like a drunkard. Like Deidara.

Deidara didn't find it awkward staring at him; one of the many wonders of alcohol. He knew the redhead had noticed him, but chose to ignore his existence. This annoyed the blond.

"Hey!" he called, trying to catch the scorpion's attention but to no avail. "Hey!" No reaction.

Deidara frowned throwing his head back and letting out a low groan. Stupid bastard. He looked around for nothing particular, but then his eyes stopped on the cap of the bottle. He screwed it off and took aim, then threw it straight at the scorpion. It hit him on the head. Sasori gave him a sharp glance.

"Yo, bastard!"

Sasori raised his eyebrow, eyeing the blond indifferently.

"Mind minding your own business the next time?" Deidara asked, letting anger enter his voice. The redhead seemed clueless, though. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, making it sound like a rhetorical question.

"You gave me out earlier. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been forced to whip the shit out of that fuck," Deidara explained, frustrated.

Sasori rolled his eyes and looked away. "No one forcedyou."

Deidara snorted. "Yeah, giving me a choice between doing that and getting beat up – I think that counts as forcing."

"Brat, you annoy me. Shut up."

Deidara frowned and turned his head away. He brought the bottle up to his lips and licked the inside of the bottleneck before throwing his head back. "You really are a bastard," he muttered after having drunk the liquid. He tossed the empty bottle onto the floor.

"You can't expect people to take you seriously when you look andact like a shy dog who will obey every command given to him. I don't think even a rapist would bother with you – you'd be lying patiently the whole time."

"You motherfucking asshole,"Deidara hissed as he slowly turned towards the redhead again. "How rude can you be? You act like you own the place and now you're telling mehow I should or should not behave?"

Sasori shook his head, taking another sip from his can. "I haven't said a word about what you shoulddo. I merely stated the impression you give."

Deidara felt anger bubbling inside him, threatening to erupt. How could he everhave been attracted to this jerk? "For your information, since you seem to be so certain in what I am like in bed, I do notact like a quiet shy dog."

"That could be counted as too much information."

Oh no he didn't. There was no way Deidara was going to leave it at that."Yeah, go on and pretend that I crossed the line for you, when sex is probably the only thing on your horny, fucking corrupted mind."

To Deidara's surprise, Sasori chuckled and looked up at the ceiling, his head against the wall. "Most people I've met don't think of that as a bad thing." He looked pleased with himself.

Silence settled between them for a moment, Deidara taking time to think it over. Finally, he said: "As long as you don't go around knocking girls up, I guess it's not." He turned his head and his eyes locked with Sasori's. The redhead looked slightly surprised.

"That's an interesting way to look at it."

Deidara broke the eye contact and laughed, closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall. "For your information, I ama very interesting person. It's your ignorance that prevents you from seeing it."

"My ignorance or maybe your lack of sex-appeal."

That hurt. Deidara couldn't believe it, but he'd let that one sentence get to him, even though he already knew what the scorpion was like. His chest ached as he the line kept repeating in his head. The scorpion wasn't the first one who'd told him he had no sex-appeal.

He managed to suck it up and gave a slight, humorless snort. "You're a bastard." He didn't dare to look at the redhead in fear that his feelings might show on his face, so he sat there with closed eyes.

"I've been called far worse."

"Imagine that," Deidara quipped. "Let me guess – cock-sucking playboy, man-whore, asshole, motherfucker, Mr. get-you-drunk-and-knock-you-up? Did I get any of them right?" Deidara wished he could irritate the boy; he didn't want to be the only one who was in a shitty mood.

"A few," Sasori admitted genuinely. "What makes you think I'm the type to get girls pregnant and then ditch them?"

Deidara rolled his eyes behind the lids. "It's written all over your face. You're not one to take responsibility. I loathe guys like that. Of course, girls areextremely vulnerable when it comes down to this; it would require a man to handle them properly. Sure glad I don't have to deal with any of it."

"But you don't loathe me."

Deidara stiffed. Sasori had picked out the one line from his speech that made him feel uneasy. Loathing was easier to be said than done. The scorpion was partially right, he didn't loathe him as he should have, only a part of him. His personality. One may wonder what didhe like about him then. Was he the type to go out only for looks? But that wasn't correct either. He liked the strength and confidence that radiated off Sasori. He could imagine only too well what he'd be liked if he had a caring side as well.

"I loathe a part of you. You won't find a fanboy in me who'd kiss your arse regardless your actions." Deidara got up and walked away to the table with bottles on it, then returned with a bottle of beer and plopped back down on the floor.

He drank in silence. It was odd how he didn't even take notice of the music that played loudly in the background anymore. Secretly he was overjoyed it was him talking to Sasori, not the bitch Kei. At the same time, though, he felt like strangling himself for still acting like a groupie and trying, unsuccessfully, to hold on to his dignity.

Then a familiar song started playing. "Less than three is just a tease. Send those nudes, make me drool. Hit me up, make me cum. Wanna sext? I'll show you some!"

Deidara smiled and looked up to the speaker on the wall. Hearing a song he knew felt nice. He tossed the empty bottle away again and mouthed the words along, tapping the rhythm with his fingers.

"…time to use my tongue on you. Show me what you got on my LCD. Let's get down to it, so you can get down on me…"

He gave the scorpion a sideways glance, a mischievous glint in his eyes. At first, Sasori didn't notice him, but when he caught sight of the blond gazing at him, their eyes locked. Deidara was rocking his upper body to the song and mouthed each word straight at the redhead.

"'Cause I wanna fuck you hard, I wanna feel you deep, I wanna rock your body, I wanna taste your sweet. I wanna fuck you hard, I wanna feel you deep, I wanna ahh- ahh-"

Deidara got up and swirled around, feeling Sasori's eyes on him. Making sure to add an extra swing to his hips, he walked off to the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind him. He leaned against the cold tiled wall and blew out a breath.

He felt at ease and relaxed, even though his heart was thudding hard. The music was beating through the walls and even in the closed room he could make out the words easily. "Love me or hate me, but you want to fuck me…"For the first time in his life, he felt that BOTDF's lyrics actually made sense.

The white door cracked open and Deidara pushed himself away from the wall, looking at the person entering. The door closed again with a small thud and Deidara was pressed back against the wall. Sasori connected their lips, shoving his tongue in at the first opportunity. Deidara wrapped his hands around the redhead's neck, pulling himself closer to him.

Sasori's hands were down on his hips, playing with the hem of his shirt. His hand slipped beneath the cloth, running across the blond's naked back. Deidara felt like he could drown in the feeling. He set his foot between Sasori's legs, pressing his thigh against his groin.

Sasori's hand slid down to his jeans, groping his ass and then making their way over the curve to zip the pants open. Sasori's mouth moved down to Deidara's neck, biting and sucking the skin there as he pushed the blond hair out of the way. Deidara moaned slightly as his jeans dropped to the ground.

Sasori pulled the blond's shirt over his head and as Deidara insisted on doing the same, the redhead's shirt was ditched on the floor as well. Their bare chests pressed together as Sasori covered Deidara's neck and shoulders with rough kisses.

Deidara drew patterns on the redhead's back, tracing his spine up and down. His fingers hooked onto the hem of Sasori's jeans, sliding along it to the button. He undid the button and zipped the pants open, caressing Sasori's hips through the boxers.

Suddenly, Sasori halted mid-kiss on Deidara's collarbone, making the blond stop as well. Sasori raised his head and brought his hands up to Deidara's upper back and pressed the blond hard against himself, smashing their lips together in a rough kiss. Deidara didn't hesitate to open his mouth and felt Sasori's tongue worm in, exploring and mingling with his own tongue.

As the redhead's tongue withdrew, Sasori bit down on the blond's lower lip hard, drawing out a whimper. He let go of him, squatting slowly while running his mouth down Deidara's chest and stomach. His eyes were open, locked with Deidara's, shining dangerously. Deidara felt a shiver of pleasure run down his back.

Never before had he felt so good. Being held tight, yet firmly, as though to protect him and keep him safe. When Sasori returned, he held a small package in his hand that he'd fetched from the pocket of his jeans. He held it out for Deidara to see, Deidara raising an eyebrow at it.

At first, it looked like a condom package, but when Sasori ripped it open, he learnt that it was something else. Sasori squeezed it, pouring cold liquid onto Deidara's hand. It felt freezing, causing him to shiver, yet good. After getting it all out, Sasori threw the empty package down and kissed Deidara's lips again, as if to tell him 'you know what to do now'.

Deidara shivered again, kissing the redhead back. One hand around his neck, the other hand pulled down his boxers and moved to his cock, spreading the mass over it. Sasori moaned into the kiss, feeling shivers crawling down his own back. The blond wasn't half bad, he dared to admit.

They both heard the door click open for a moment, then close again, but thought little of it. The reality was too far from them already. Once Sasori deemed the work done to be enough, he swirled the blond around and ripping down his boxers, he made him bend over.

Deidara's cheek and hands were pressed against the wall then. The coldness against his skin felt good, oh so good. He felt Sasori grip his buttocks and thrust in, causing sharp pain to pierce through the blond's body.

"AHH!" Deidara cried out, pushing himself away from the wall and trying to get away from the pain, but to no avail. Sasori held him in place firmly. The redhead continued to slide in and out, the pain not fading. Deidara screamed at the top of his lungs, as though he was having a bad dream and wanted to wake up.

"S-SASORI! S-S-STOP-P!" he panted, sweat running down his forehead. Sasori, though, held his hands flat against the wall, rocking their hips together non-stop. And then he hit the spot. Deidara cried out loud again, only this time because of the pleasure.

"A-again-ah, ah!" Deidara managed to get out. He felt Sasori's warm lips press against his back and neck, his tongue caressing his skin. Deidara tried to struggle and press himself back to meet Sasori halfway, but it wasn't of much use. Nevertheless, he rocked his hips as Sasori kept sliding in and out.

"S'SSSSooorii!" he cried as he came onto the wall, the liquid running down it to the floor then. Sasori continued thrusting until he came as well, filling Deidara with the hot semen. Having milked it all out, he pulled out, letting go of the blond and straightening up.

Deidara's knees felt weak and gave away; he slid down the wall onto the floor. Sasori stood there for a moment, eyeing the boy lying in front of him. He was good, true, but after it was over, he became just another ordinary teen. He looked slightly cute, but also weak and vulnerable. There was no future for those like him.

Quietly, Sasori pulled his pants up again and zipped them closed. He snapped his shirt up the floor and slid it on. He walked over to the sink and turned the tap on, letting the water wash the liquids off his hands. He heard the blond move a little and glanced at him, but the boy was clearly out of it. Not used to so much alcohol, Sasori concluded.

He dried off his hands in the toilet paper and tossed the used paper onto the floor next to the boy. He wouldn't want to be the boy when he finally woke up. Silently, he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

To be continued...

Oh, did I really say plot? I'm sorry, I meant SMUT xD Plot, what plot? Ok, kidding. This is actually the beginning.