The hours passed and Deidara still had no idea what to write. He stared blankly at his paper, only his name typed neatly at the top of the Word document.

8 page paper on Freud… What did he do again?

The blonde took a sip of his coffee, helplessly hoping it would somehow have all the answers to life's problems – including this paper.

It's no use! I can't think straight! Not after what happened…

Remembering this morning, Deidara's face flared up, red to his ears. Quickly he dismissed the memories, trying to brush them off as a misunderstanding. He didn't like boys, not anymore that is. Yeah a little bit of experimenting in High School but that didn't mean anything, right? He felt uncomfortable and insecure. Besides, he was bullied enough as is for being so thin and feminine looking. Why give them one more thing to beat him up for?

Deidara dropped his head to his desk with a loud thud and sighed.

This is hopeless! I need to get this paper done!

He glanced up at his clock, the soft red glow of the numbers reflected in his cerulean eyes.

7pm. I don't have much time.

With a long swig of his cold coffee, Deidara's fingers set to work on his keyboard, typing whatever nonsense popped into his head. Maybe his professor won't read the paper and just give him an A. Unlikely but what does it matter now?

There was a soft knock on the office door. Sasori looked up from his paperwork and at the clock placed neatly on the corner of his desk.

8:59. He's early.

"Come in." He answered with a small grin and a deep coo. The door opened gingerly.

"Sorry to bother you, Sensei." Deidara peeked his head in, unsure what he should do.

"Come sit." Sasori's eyes narrowed in on their target like a predator does his prey. The door closed softly behind the young man as he sat down in the chair offered to him. He pulled the paper out of his bag and hesitantly placed it on Sasori's desk. Sasori's eyes caught hold of his student's, holding him there as if in a trance. Deidara quickly shook his head and looked away, finding comfort in his shoes.

He could feel Sasori's eyes still staring at him, piercing into his being- analyzing his every move. Deidara fidgeted in his seat; He didn't know what to do or say. Should he stay? Should he leave? Should he bring up what happened earlier? The kiss? His face flushed as he glanced up at his teacher, his eyes settling on the older man's lips. They curled into a sly smile; something devious was hidden behind it and the thought of what it could be set chills down Deidara's spine.

"Tell me something, Dei-chan." Sasori stood up and walked to the front of his desk, sitting on the corner. He crossed one leg over his knee and leaned forward. A familiar scent embraced Deidara, making his cheeks deepen and warm. Why is he feeling this way? Why is he feeling so attracted to his professor? Deidara tried to dismiss his thoughts once again, to little avail.

"Y-yes?" The blond spoke in a small voice trying to mask the shakiness and uncertainty in it. However, it seemed that his professor caught every bit of it. Sasori chuckled softly.

"Do you like art?" Sasori said bluntly. He stood up and walked to a tabled in front of the window. There were 2 glasses sitting upside down on a tray and a clear glass bottle with caramel colored substance. Sasori poured the liquid in both glasses as he spoke. "Always doodling, never paying attention or taking notes."

Deidara blinked, confused with the question. He wasn't expecting it at all. With how things had been going, he was expecting something on his sexuality. Not art.

Sasori handed the younger man the glass and shot him a wink, noting the shy blush emerging once again.

Even if he's not aware of it or in complete denial, Deidara is definitely perfect; submissive- just how I like them. Sasori sat back down on his desk sipping his drink and studying his new toy.

Deidara hesitantly took a sip of the drink offered to him, cringing at the warmth of it as it traveled down his throat.

He gave me booze? But why?

"So?" Sasori's voice jostled Deidara out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh… um… I mean, yeah, I do, un" Unsure what to say Deidara took another sip of his rum. "I like to draw…"

"But?"

"But I prefer something a little less permanent… like fireworks. Their beauty is fleeting… and just, y'know, perfect." Noticing a flicker in his professor's eyes, the blond quickly stared into the glass held tightly in his hands. "I-I'm sorry if it's a-"

"Fleeting huh? So you don't like the paintings and sculptures of the renaissance era? You would rather something so juvenile?" There was a hint of annoyance in his voice. Finishing his glass, Sasori stood up.

"That's not what I meant, Sensei!" His professor grabbed the bottle of rum and refilled Deidara's glass almost to the rim. "I don't need any- oh ok… but isn't that too…" With a sigh Deidara trailed off, realizing it was no use arguing. "Thank you…" With that Deidara took a long swig, finishing half his glass.

Sasori smirked. He had his work cut out for him. Easy to please and easily drunk. Deidara's cheeks flushed as the alcohol set in. His eyes began to gloss over. And, like a predator does his prey, Sasori pounced.

It happened quickly, the kiss. Sasori pinned Deidara in his chair, one knee between the young man's legs. Sasori held Deidara's chin up with one hand, the other pinning down the young man's shoulder with relative ease. Shocked, Deidara just sat there, unsure what to do or feel. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest. To his surprise, a warm sensation overcame him and his mind fogged over.

He settled subconsciously into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of the older man's lips pressed firmly against his. However, panic quickly set in.

What should I do…? I like… women! Deidara placed a hand on Sasori's chest, beginning to push him a way.

"If you don't like it, then why are you so hard, Dei-chan~" Sasori's voice resonated throughout Deidara's entire being.

"But-"

"No more buts, I'll show you your true desires." With that Sasori bit down on Deidara's neck hard, eliciting a small cry from the blond. Sasori gently ran the tips of his fingers down Deidara's chest to the ever growing bulge between his legs. Rubbing teasingly, Deidara's eyes glossed over as he sank into the red head's touch.

"You. Are. Mine." Sasori spoke sternly, leaving no hint of uncertainty.

"But…" His resistance was rewarded with another hard bite, a bruise left in its wake. There was no disputing it and Deidara knew this. "Y-yes Danna, un". Why bother fighting anymore?

"Good boy." Sasori grinned once again, enjoying his new title. "What do you want, Dei-chan?" Sasori began rubbing harder on the blonde's bulge. Deidara moaned softly, unable to think straight.

"You… D-Danna, mmm" His voice was low and sultry, music to Sasori's ears. Deidara's eyes were caught in Sasori's gaze, unable and unwilling to break free. He wanted every part of his professors being. Every ounce of pleasure his skilled fingers could give him. And the monster that lay locked away in a prison of clothing.

Noticing where Deidara's eyes had wondered off to, Sasori pressed him muscular body against his student. His deep voice got quiet as he whispered in his new toy's ear.

"You want it don't you, my dick?" Chills shot down Deidara's spine at his sudden words. It was as if Sasori was a mind reader. Was he really that good? "Actions speak louder than words, Dei-chan. If you want it, you need to earn it." Sasori gently bit down on Deidara's earlobe. "But that's enough for today." With that Sasori stood up, grabbing the half empty cup still in Deidara's hand.

Deidara involuntarily whimpered at the loss of touch.

"Now, now. Don't look at me with such sad eyes." The red head grabbed a pen from his desk and wrote something at the top of Deidara's paper and handed it back to him.

"Sensei?" Deidara looked down at the paper. Confused, he stood up, pulling down his shirt in an attempt to hide the evidence.

"There will be more, don't worry. Be good and you will be rewarded. Disobey and I will punish you promptly." There was a coldness in Sasori's voice, something sinister and Deidara did not want to find out what his teacher had in mind.

The blonde turned and walked out the room in silence. As the door closed behind him, Deidara looked at his paper once again. Written neatly at the top was a single red letter.

An 'A'

AN: Finally here! I hope you like this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you haven't done so yet, please Follow/Comment on this story- suggestions are greatly appreciated!