"Who are you!" Deidara demanded, getting into a defensive stance.
"You killed Zabuza!" the person hissed.
'Zabuza?' Deidara raised an eyebrow. "Ah, I see. You must be another one of his thugs! Come to enact your revenge, eh?" he smirked. Truth is, he had been itching for a fight. However, since he didn't have any of his weapons, it looked like he might have to face this guy in close combat; one of his weaknesses when it came to battle. But he wasn't going to back down that easily.

The stranger didn't move; they stood there silently, grasping the kunai tighter in their hand. "I will avenge Master Zabuza!" The person bellowed. In the blink of an eye, they charged at Deidara, coming dead at him with the weapon in their hand.
'Shit, he's fast!' Deidara managed to just barely dodge the attack; the tear in his cloak was proof of that. He backed up against a tree. He saw something move in the background. 'Damn, how did he get behind me?!' Caught off guard, he was stabbed in the chest. "Ah, shit!" Deidara fell to his knees, putting his hand over the wound. "You're pretty agile, I'll give you that..." he said, pulling out the kunai. "But theres no way in hell I'm losing to someone like you!"

"Hmph. Its already too late for you to be making threats like that. This is the end for you!" They charged at Deidara again, coming with full-on speed.
'Damn it, what do I do? He's coming too fast, I can't-'

'CLINK!'

Something suddenly stopped the masked ninja's attack. Deidara looked up, and his eyes widened. 'Wh..what the hell is that?!' Holding back the rogue ninja, a human-like puppet floated over him. It wielded a sword in its right hand, with rough brown hair and a long cape.
"Can't you ever stay out of trouble, brat?"
Deidara turned his head to glare at the red head standing off in the distance. "I didn't need your help! Un."

The masked ninja hopped back a few feet. "Sasori." he looked blankly at the man. "I was not expecting you to show up so soon, but now that you are here," he held the kunai up to his chin, "I can take both of you out!"
Sasori's eyes narrowed. "Haku."

'Haku?' Deidara repeated in his mind. So thats who this guy was? Shakily, Deidara stood up, and dashed alongside Sasori, getting into a fighting position.
"If you're going to fight, at least make yourself useful." Sasori tossed Deidara his satchel of clay.
He caught it in his hand. "Hell yeah! Now we're talking!"
Haku swung his arm. "I will not show you any mercy!"
"Shall I distract him while you-"
Deidara growled. "Didn't I already say I don't need your help?!"

The blonde sped off, leaving Sasori to look at him meagerly. He sighed.

The two ninja were locked in combat, both glaring each other down, before pushing back. "You can't win! I will avenge Master Zabuza!"
"Yeah, keep dreaming kid!" Deidara suddenly shifted to the left, and dashed for an incoming attack, which Haku flawlessly dodged. He retaliated by throwing a shuriken at him. Deidara hopped up on a tree branch. Haku chuckled. 'The fuck's so funny?' Deidara turned around and flinched upon seeing the boy behind him. "How the hell?!" He quickly sprung away, only to be hit hard in the arm. He fell to the ground. "Ouch! Dammit!" He glared at Haku.

The boy laughed. "Its going to be way too easy to kill you!"
'How the fuck does he keep appearing behind me?!'
"I know your every move." he grinned.

"Deidara, do not be deceived." Sasori suddenly spoke. "This is all a ploy." He held up three shuriken and threw them; the sound of glass shattering was heard.
Deidara's eyes widened. "Mirrors!?" He gritted his teeth. "How dare you make a fool out of me!"
"Hmph." Haku pointed. "It doesn't matter; I can still take you out even though my secret technique has been revealed!"
"And besides," Sasori added, "I don't think you can be any more of a fool than you already are, Deidara."
"Who's side are you on?!" he screamed.
"Oh I'm sorry. I thought you said you could handle it?" Sasori shrugged. "However, my patience is getting rather thin. So how about you quit being intolerant and get this over with already?" Sasori flicked his fingers, and the puppet he was controlling moved in front of him.
"F-fine!" Deidara reluctantly agreed. "Just stay out of my way!"

"Lets go!" Haku and Deidara clashed again, with Deidara gaining an upper hand by punching the ninja in his stomach, sending him flying back. But just as quickly, he kicked off against a tree and landed another hit to the side of Deidara's body. Just then, Sasori's puppet flew above them, and swung the sword it wielded. Barely, the masked ninja missed the near-fatal attack; the sleeve of his shirt tore off. He landed on the ground.

"Is that the best you've got?"
Deidara smirked. "Kid, theres one thing you should know about me. My art," he snapped his fingers, "Is a bang!"
For a moment Haku looked confused until he saw a clay figure crawling on his mask. "NO-"

The only thing heard after that was an explosion and shrill screaming as Haku kicked and squirmed on the ground from the pieces of his mask embedded in his face. He cried angrily as he covered his face with both hands; pieces had gouged into his eyes hindering his vision. The only thing he saw was the color red. "D-damn you, Deidara! Where the hell are you?! I'll kill you!"
"Tch." the blonde turned around as more of his clay minions climbed all over the boy's writhing frame. "Katsu."

The sunny sky above was temporarily turned cloudy with droplets of crimson raining down. Sasori scowled when a finger landed on his shoulder. "You call that art?" he dusted the appendage off. "If anything, its just another mess to clean up." he mumbled.
"Hey, I don't go around judging your work!" He wavered. "Besides, I- oof!" Deidara tripped over Tobi's body.
The masked Akatsuki sat up and yawned. "That was a good nap!" he jumped suddenly when he saw blood splattered on his clothes. "Wh-whats all this red stuff on Tobi?!"
Deidara almost paled. "What the fuck?!"
"Oh hi, Deidara-sempai! Did you want to nap with Tobi, too?"
"Tobi, now is not the time for you to play around. Get back inside the hideout." Sasori ordered, putting his puppet away.
"Aw, but Tobi wants to stay outside!"

"Wait, so you were alive this entire time? But that kunai..."
"Huh?" Tobi pulled the kunai out. "Its a good thing Tobi's headband protected him!" he pointed; the metal plated ninja band he wore was behind his mask. "Was Deidara-sempai worried?"
Deidara glared at Tobi and suddenly the man was sent sky-high from an explosion.
Sasori shook his head. "Be gentle with him. He's not resistant to everything."

"Whatever." Deidara grimaced as he made his way back to the hideout's entrance. Suddenly, something pulsed through his body and he knelt on one knee. He held his right arm, face contorted into an expression of pain. 'Damn, I guess that guy hit me harder than I thought.' Quickly, he stood back up and continued to walk towards the hideout. Sasori watched him with interest.

Hidden from view in the distance, two ninja surveyed as the battle ended. Both were wearing masks that covered their mouths and black cloaks. "Seems Haku has been eliminated." one of them spoke up.
"Nothing but an act of foolishness!" the other frowned. "He should have just stuck with the original mission!"
"Lets go. We have to report to Mizuki." With a nod, the two ninja disappeared.

~:::~

"Hey, what the hell was all that noise outside?!" Hidan yelled.
"None of your business!" Deidara replied.
Hidan ran up to the assassin. "You still looking for a fucking fight, blondie?"
"It was nothing of importance." Sasori said. "However, someone should clean up the scattered remains."
Hidan raised an eyebrow. "Scattered remains? You mean there was bloodshed involved and you didn't invite me?! Tch." He pouted, watching as Deidara and Sasori disappeared further into the cave. He gave a curious look. "I don't know why he acts so fucking weird with that new guy. If it were anyone else, he'd be dead!"

Settling in the room, Deidara sat down on a chair, still holding his right arm. Upon further notice, he realized he wasn't able to fully move it; he could curl his fingers, but that was about it. Any little movement he made increased the pain and he winced, stomping his foot on the ground.

"If you're going to keep groaning and making noise," Sasori lamented, "Then at least let me see."
"I told you, I'm fine! Un."
"Yeah, yeah.." Sasori keened as he grabbed Deidara by the scruff of his shirt, "Just lie down for a moment." he ordered, starting to unzip Deidara's robe.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
"How else am I supposed to help you if I can't see the physical damage?" In one swift pull, the robe came off. He couldn't stop the smile that appeared on his lips when Deidara trembled slightly from the cold draft it emitted. However, when Deidara saw him, he frowned.
"The fuck are you smiling at?"

"Nothing." the auspicious expression remained on his face as he observed the damage. Carefully, he picked up Deidara's right arm, giving it a light squeeze near the base of his shoulder. The blonde hissed in reaction to the pain. Sasori did the same thing again, only this time he squeezed harder, attempting to determine whether or not it was dislocated. "Ah, I see." he nodded. Suddenly, he put one hand on Deidara's upper arm, and the other on his shoulder blade. "This might hurt."

'SNAP!'

Nothing but a loud yelp and a fury of curses left the blonde's mouth. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?!" he screamed, grinding his teeth in reaction to the pain.
"You're fine." he assured. "Just don't do anything else to knock it back out of place. I'll wrap gauze around it to compress the swelling." Reluctantly, Deidara allowed the red head to treat him; even if he was causing him more pain than relief.

"Your wound here already seems to be healing." Sasori noted, pressing a bandage to the the wound on his chest where Haku had previously stabbed him. Although, he thought something about it seemed weird. A stab wound to his chest just beneath the fourth rib; and it was deep enough to reach his lung. However, he seemed to be breathing normally, as if the injury hadn't hindered him at all. Perhaps it was just his resilience. Sasori decided to disregard the speculation.

"Alright, you can move now." Deidara groaned, shifting his body over. He really didn't like being touched by this freak, let alone allowing him to bandage him up. 'Although, he did save my life...' That was another thought Deidara pondered. Why exactly did Sasori save him? He couldn't seem to think of a logical reason other than the man wanting to fulfill his own needs, but still. Deidara was snapped from his thoughts when Sasori was suddenly looming over him again. 'Does he not know what personal space is?'

He flinched when Sasori stroked the long bang away from his eye, getting a full view of his face as azure blue eyes stared back at brown ones; then the same hand snaked down to cup his chin. Without a moment's notice, the red head leaned down and kissed him. Deidara groaned. 'Not this again! Why does he keep doing this!?' He managed to break the kiss, leaning back on the bed. "Are you really going to take advantage of someone with a broken arm?" he scowled.

"Its your fault for making yourself so vulnerable." Sasori tsked. "And besides, I did say before..." He smiled, bringing his face closer to Deidara's, before stopping to whisper in his ear, "I don't like to be kept waiting."

Grabbing Deidara's left arm and pinning above his head, Sasori fervently began to slide the assassin's pants down his hips. Deidara's face turned red, and he immediately tried to fight back, but in his current condition, it didn't offer him much justice. "H-hey, stop it you pervert!" Fighting with words seemed to be his only defense, but nothing he said would provoke the red head into letting him go. "Damn it, you'll regret th-" he was silenced by Sasori's mouth connecting to his; moaning bitterly when he once again felt that daunting tongue plunging its way inside. He didn't even notice that his pants were now lowered to his knees. Sasori wasted no time fondling the sensitive appendage between his legs.

Deidara cringed and his eyes shut closed, trying desperately to fight the sudden jolt of pleasure that went up his spine. 'No fucking way! No fucking way a guy is doing this to me!' He was starting to find himself more and more breathless as Sasori forcefully continued the sloppy french kiss on him, before finally allowing the blonde air. As he reclaimed his breathing, Sasori planted kisses along the side of his jawline, before continuing to brisk his lips ghost-like to his chest.

"Such flawless skin..." he murmured, licking a circle around one of his nipples before suckling on it. Deidara bit his lip; he couldn't abstain how good it felt. This man seemed to know every spot on his body that made him hotter, wanton. Damn it, why couldn't he fight him; any more and he was going to fall into an abyss he couldn't escape from. His stomach twitched when Sasori traced the firm lines of his abs with his tongue. He wasn't sure if that was supposed to feel good or not but he couldn't stop the moan that sounded from his throat as the red head treaded down lower, and lower. Deidara's face flustered more and his body heat intensified. And before he could even protest, he suddenly found himself enveloped in a slick heat.

He clenched his teeth, tossing his head to the side; Sasori's experienced mouth continued to work on him, drawing him nearer and nearer to the edge. He was completely losing himself. He gasped when Sasori deep-throated him; his body shuddered to the sensation. This wasn't good, if he kept this up, Deidara was going to completely cave. Mustering some strength, he shakily moved his right arm and ignored the pain; he placed his hand on Sasori's forehead. "St-stop..." he whispered, voice too weak from pleasure to be audible. When he felt him starting to suck harder, his fingers curled into the man's red hair, and his back lightly arched off the bed. Sasori smirked, bobbing his head a few more times before letting him slip from his mouth. Chastely, he licked his lips, staring chocolate brown eyes into a pair of half-lidded blue ones.

"Did you want me to stop?" he asked, slowly dragging his body up to tease the blonde; Deidara shivered at the delicious friction. "Or, do you want me to continue?" he licked the outer shell of his ear. To get his answer quicker, he thrust his hips against Deidara's, and the blonde threw his head back, gasping at the delightful feeling. Sasori continued doing this, until Deidara showed signs of giving out. He paused the motion; now it was time to have his fun with him.

He reached over to grab one of the medicine bottles near the bedside, only the bottle he picked up had no label on it. As he upturned the bottle a clear, oil-like liquid flowed onto his fingers. Deidara only had time to glance before once again their mouths were brought together; a distraction while the red head continued taming his pet. He thrust one finger inside, and Deidara jolted. His eyes went wide and he parted his mouth from Sasori's. "What are you doing?!" he winced, as Sasori immediately inserted another finger. Suddenly the slight sting of pain was foreshadowed by a weird sense of pleasure.

"Relax." Sasori coaxed, nibbling at the flesh of his neck. "Just wait, I'll have those hips of yours rocking against mine soon." he whispered, adding in a third finger. Deidara gasped, a small whine sounding from his throat. He couldn't describe it, but the feeling he was receiving was some kind of odd fascination that he reluctantly wanted more of. He berated himself mentally for such an abhorrent thought. He moaned when Sasori scissored his fingers apart, effectively stetching him and driving them in deeper until the blonde's entire body suddenly quivered. 'Ah.. s-something feels different...' Sasori smirked, and he aimed again for that spot, loving he way Deidara squirmed and subconsciously began to move his hips. Seemed he was easier to train than he had originally expected. He pulled his fingers out to instead start removing his own clothing. Having someone beneath him who could kill him instantly without hesitation degraded into nothing more than his obedient slave was exciting him more that it should be. This was why Deidara was his; and his alone.

To control. He tossed his robe to the floor. To dominate. His slid his pants off next, and positioned himself at the blonde's entrance. Slowly he slid himself inside; Deidara slightly tensed up. Sasori stroked the bang of hair from his face. His eyes suddenly took on a more dominant, demanding demeanor. "Mine." he hissed before pushing himself in to the hilt. Deidara's mouth gaped open as his back arched, seeing the semblance of stars dance before the darkness of his conscious. It only took him a second to realize that Sasori was now thrusting into him; he was barely able to keep his eyes open to fight the intense pleasure that coursed through his body.

'No way... no way a guy is fucking me...' But he couldn't help it. He was literally being devoured by this man, and as masochistic as it sounded, he wanted more. It wasn't fair that he wasn't capable of killing, let alone resisting the person he hated most. As soon as he got his mind clear again, he would strangle the red head while he was sleeping and watch him struggle for air. Though at the moment, with an injured arm and his mind lost in a world of euphoria, he would have to accept it. When Sasori's thrusts increased in pace, he felt like he was going to literally explode. There were too many different emotions swirling through him; hate, lust, revenge, desire, disgust. He felt a hand caress the side of his face, before cupping his chin and turning it forward. He saw only the irises of brown before his vision went white; he climaxed as he released the sticky, white substance over his lower abdomen.

'Thats right, I'm the only one who will see that face...' Sasori's grip tightened on the blonde's waist; his limit finally neared as Deidara's body tensed around him. His head tilted back as he came, before he exhaled sharply. Both were now panting, as they basked in the afterglow for only a few moments. Deidara shivered when Sasori slid out of him; his body was still sensitive. He watched as the man started to redress. He felt rage swell up in him now, but was powerless to do anything. Instead, he rolled over on the cot, covering himself up with his robe. "If you're done, then go." he said coldly. He swore he could almost hear the smirk Sasori made as he exited the room. 'You'll regret ever messing with me!'