I apologize for the lengthy leaves I seem to constantly take. Shame on me.
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Coin Operated Boy
He may not be real, experienced with girls
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Sasori continued to pace his loft, his coffee forgotten and the new painting stored under the window to dry. He controlled everything he did, and paid attention to every detail. From what he said to the way he said things, his actions were constantly the result lengthy talks between his brain and his body. How could he let himself get that close to Deidara, to look at him like that, without having thought about it first? What the fuck was going on! None of his thoughts remained concise, they continued to muddle about in his brain like too many fish in a small tank.
"SHUT UP!" The thumping and yelling from Deidara's apartment hadn't stopped yet, Sasori slammed his fist against the wall. How was he supposed to get any thinking done with that noise going on all evening?
"Useless..." Sasori blinked and began rubbing his eyes. This was sleep deprivation, that's it. This had happened before where he had seemingly lost control of his actions and hurt someone. He needed to sleep and to sort this out later.
He peeled off his shirt and kicked out of his jeans. Throwing himself on the stiff futon he rolled into the sheets. Before he got too comfortable, Sasori reached over to grasp a half-empty bottle of pills off the floor next to his bed, they never seemed to work - but he needed something to calm him down. Shaking three small white pills out, the red-head moved to down them -
"HIDAN FUCK OFF UN!" - and let them fall back into the container.
Sasori narrowed his eyes and let the pills fall back into the container. His 'bedroom' would be the adjacent wall with Deidara's kitchen, and it didn't sound like this was about the mice.
"Good thing I don't give a shit." Sasori popped the pills back into his hand and threw them in his mouth. The bottle was tossed to the side and he wrapped the pillow around his head.
Once again there was yelling, but this time it was followed by a crash against the wall near Sasori's bed. The insomniac's eyes flew open and he crawled forward to pound on the wall. Before his hand could hit the wall, he heard Deidara moan and something hit the wall again. Instead of hitting his clenched fist on the wall again, Sasori gingerly pressed his left ear to it, still clinging to the hope that his flaring emotion was a side effect of the sleeping pills.
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Deidara had thought he'd made it clear that sex was the least of what he wanted in his new life. On the other hand, Hidan's hand rubbing him roughly through his jeans was making him want more than a clean conscience; especially with the alcohol coursing through his body.
"Ugh, Hidan we can't un... I don't want to... ahhh!" Hidan's face was flushed and his eyes bore straight into the blonde, a devilish smirk gracing his face as Deidara arched into him. Still in the living room, Hidan had crawled on top of Deidara and forced his legs to sit on either side of him. It had been meant as playful, respecting Deidara's want to continue 'changing his life'; but the sight of the tipsy blonde wide-eyed and red-cheeked brought back fond memories that made this far too easy.
"You want me Dei -" Hidan kicked out of his sweat pants and ground against Deidara's ass "- I'm so fucking hard for you." Deidara groaned and fisted Hidan's shirt, hoping that his better sense would take over at any time.
"Hidan..." He was cut off by an invading tongue and the repetitive motion of Hidan grinding against him. The older man was frantic with lust, struggling to pull Deidara's pants past his hips and tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth. Deidara's groggy mind slowly cleared as the older man sat up to pull his own shirt off.
"Seriously un, that's enough. You made your point." He was ignored, and completely dead serious. Hidan had given up on tearing Deidara's shirt off and was now making red marks along his shoulder.
"I love it when you try to play hard to get." Violet eyes dilated as he sucked the unmarked skin into his mouth and ground his teeth, gunning for blood. Deidara, who was fighting what little desire he felt for the other man, squirmed out from under Hidan. He stood up immediately and tried to keep his already-too-big jeans from falling down around his ankles. Deidara couldn't deal with his persistent nature tonight, he stood in front of Hidan trying to catch his breath, and trying not to regret his actions. But Hidan wasn't going to give up so easily.
"Tch, fucking tease."
"I'm not fucking aroun-" Hidan pushed Deidara against the wall beside the door, harder than he meant to.
"HIDAN FUCK OFF UN!" It knocked the wind out of him, and Hidan was already on him again, grinding and pulling his hair. Deidara was confused, one second he knew exactly what he wanted, and the next all he wanted was for Hidan to fuck him stupid. The only thing he really knew for sure is that either way he wanted to knock that smile off of Hidan's face.
"I don't know for sure if I want -"
"Then just go with it and I'll make you want it." Deidara glared at the older man, this wasn't fair. He continued pushing the disturbing thought out of his mind that maybe Sasori would hear them...
Hidan pressed Deidara closer to the wall, softer this time, slowly grinding against the offending clothing still separating them. Rushing this would only push Deidara further away, Hidan decided to take a different approach.
A blatant look of want flashed across Deidara's face. He pushed the lingering thought of Sasori out of his mind, there was nothing there for him anyways. He ran a lithe hand up Hidan's chest and pulled him closer with his hands around his neck. He could make due with a little guilt-free contact. Hidan undid the buttons on Deidara's pants, effectively making sure that even if the blonde wanted to they wouldn't be staying up anytime soon. It was agonizing to rub the blonde's cock this slow, but Deidara needed the tension to forget everything else.
"Well it seems there's something you want." His cheeks were stained red again, heat radiating from his whole body. Hidan could tell he wanted nothing more than to be fucked good and hard.
"Nnnn, you Hidan un. Please." Hidan backed away, standing completely nude and letting Deidara fuck him with his eyes. He didn't have to say anything before Deidara was on his knees in front of him, teasing the tip of his cock with his tongue and teeth. Immediately Hidan twisted his left hand in the blonde locks and bucked hard into his mouth.
"God I love your tongue." He let it slide to the back of his throat, achingly slow, letting his warm tongue moisten the shaft. He sped up and hummed as Hidan fisted his hair, pulling whenever Deidara swallowed around him.
"Get your fucking clothes off, slut." Deidara broke contact just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and slip out of his boxers. He pulled Hidan into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. But the other man was having none of that, he grabbed Deidara by the hips and turned him to bend over the counter, starting to tease his asshole with his finger.
"What do you think, should I just go for it, or be nice to you?" Deidara's whole body felt feverish, he wanted to tell Hidan to fuck him senseless, but the teasing was delicious. He hadn't waited for a response though; Hidan began pushing the head of his cock into the tight entrance begging to be fucked.
"Ooooh Hidan, please un!" Hidan obliged, filling him to the hilt and continuing to thrust at an uncomfortable pace. Deidara's hand flew from the counter to the wall, pushing against Hidan's hips, biting back screams. The man behind him clawed at his hips, struggling to maintain a grip as he hit the same spot he knew would make Deidara shiver and come.
It made Deidara's knees weak; he loved the loss of control. Hidan spat into his hand and began stroking Deidara, his thrusts becoming shallower as he concentrated on thumbing the slit of his cock.
"You wanna come for me don't you?" The blonde shivered and began grinding his teeth, the tension was too much, but he wasn't there yet.
"Nnn-o-t yet..." He moaned into his hand as Hidan thrust harder and slower.
"Get on the fucking floor." He let go of Deidara, letting him slide to the floor and lay on his back. Pulling his knees up to his chest and smirking at Hidan's face.
"Are you fucking me or staring at me un?" He was covered again instantly, being filled with Hidan's length, their wet bodies rubbing against each other in heat.
How had he not wanted this, what had stopped him. Deidara opened his eyes and felt a sinking sensation in his gut.
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Sasori hadn't moved in thirty minutes. Whether it was because he felt sick to his stomach, or because he really wanted to go over there and kick the shit out of whoever was in there with Deidara. Once again his body had lost contact with his head, and the emotions he felt were foreign.
Why was he angry? What did it matter that Deidara was fucking someone?
He looked from the wall to his bed, exhausted and finally feeling like he could sleep. He felt disgustingly human.
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But I know he feels like a boy should feel
Isn't that the point? That is why I want a...
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