A loud knock echoed throughout the quiet room. Sasori looked up, puzzled.
"Come in." A tall muscular man walked in, dark black hair tied back in a low pony tail. "Ah. What brings you in?" Sasori rested his glasses on his desk and leaned back in his chair.
"I see you've found a new little play thing, Sasori." The man's voice was low and deep, almost taunting.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" Sasori grinned as the man sat on his desk, leaning towards him. Their noses grazed as they glared into each other's eyes.
"I know exactly what makes you tick. And believe me, Sensei; I will make you regret replacing me with that virgin."
Sasori's eyes flickered with anger. It was difficult to make him lose his composure. But if someone were to tamper or play with his bitch, then he lost it. And that's all Deidara was to him- fresh meat. "You will not lay a hand on him." Sasori's eyes narrowed. The man stood up and began towards the door.
"Don't worry; Deidara is in good hands with me. I'll make sure he's properly taken care of." He winked and walked out of the room.
Deidara enveloped himself in his blankets, creating a massive blanket burrito. His pastel skin was frozen stiff. In an effort to save money, the school refused to turn on the heat to the dorms until it was cold enough to snow.
Why does it have to be so damn cold! Holy fuck!
Burrowing himself deeper in his cocoon, Deidara cringed as his Popsicle toes grazed his leg. Slowly, his body began to warm and he started to think of the day's events. What had actually happened anyways? It was a week into school and Deidara was already falling behind in his classes and managed to get himself into a sticky situation. He had somehow succeeded in getting seduced into something he didn't quite understand by his teacher. Was it abuse? Maybe, but Deidara had a hard time differentiating between right and wrong. As a child, a similar situation occurred. It felt so wrong but in a time when nothing felt 'right', it was all Deidara had to cling to. Those were some difficult years. Just as Deidara began to feel sorry for himself, the dorm room door swung open with a loud thud as it bounced off the wall and slammed shut.
"Yo! Dei! You up, bro?!" Itachi stumbled through the door, belly flopping onto the wrong bed. Deidara let out a loud groan.
"I-tach-i… get… off…" No matter which way he turned, Deidara was only able to free his head for a much needed breath of air.
"Y'know Dei, you're cuuutee" Itachi slurred, "for a man that is." Giggling Deidara's roommate clung tightly to him, nuzzling his cheek.
Irritated, Deidara struggled to rid himself of the tumor that had latched onto his body, dry humping his leg like a dog in heat. "You're drunk Itachi. Get off of me and go hump your pillow on YOUR bed."
"Oh, but Dei-chan~ I'd rather do you~" Itachi cooed in his ear. He dropped his drunken act and pinned Deidara's arms by his side, the blanket acting as his restraints. Deidara's eyes widened. This was a side of Itachi that he had never seen before. Was this just a joke? Were there hidden cameras?
"Itachi what're you-"Itachi's lips met his in a rough, sloppy kiss. Deidara struggled with all his might to break free from his roommates grasp. His muscles burned with exhaustion as they fought against Itachi's body weight and his superior strength.
"What's the matter? You let Sasori Sensei dominate you but not your own roommate? How cruel!" Itachi grinned, making his way down Deidara's neck. "I thought we were friends Dei-chan" Deidara's struggle came to a halt. His breath caught in his throat.
How… how could he know about that…?
"Itachi… what are you talking about…" the blonde struggled to keep himself from shaking. He was taken back and wasn't sure what to do or even how he should feel.
Itachi grabbed hold of the younger man's jaw and pushed his head to the side, revealing the deep purple bruise left by Sasori. "Don't play dumb! He's marked you as his new little bitch, Deidara. And I heard no objections from you. In fact, it seemed like you rather enjoyed yourself." Itachi nibbled teasingly on Deidara's ear as he spoke. "Sasori's hard to please, y'know. If you want his dick, you have to work for it." Grinning, Itachi chuckled softly to himself, "If you want it so bad, I'll let you practice on mine~"
Staring at the adjacent wall, Deidara remained silent. What was he to say? It's not like he could deny any of it. Obviously Itachi knew and the hickey on his neck was proof enough. "Do what you want…" Deidara's voice was flat; all emotion had been suppressed into the very depths of his heart. It wasn't like it was his first time being molested and man handled against his will.
"Oh, you're no fun!" The dark haired man cooed. "Would you mind giving Sensei a little present for me?" Before Deidara could react, his shirt was pulled off of his shoulder. A shaky cry filled the room as Itachi's teeth sank into the blonde's soft flesh.
And as quickly as it happened, Itachi had left. The door slammed shut, leaving Deidara alone- a second, larger bruise now clearly visible at the base of his neck.
"What- what the fuck?" He said to himself. Deidara lay in bed confused, unsure what to make of the situation. Had he done something wrong? Was there something going on between Itachi and Sasori?
No! I can't wallow!
Deidara dragged himself out of bed and filled a liter water bottle full of Pineapple Vodka. Seems like the past was repeating itself, like always - and what is a better way to forget than to drown your problems with alcohol.
...
Deidara stood in front of the entrance to the hottest club in the town waiting for his friend to arrive. The club went by 2 names. Officially it was called the Red Sands, but to everyone who frequented it they just called it Akatsuna after the owner's own name. The owner had bought an abandoned warehouse and created it into a night club, the main clientele being college students looking for a good time.
A familiar voice rose above the rest of the crowd. "WELL FUCK YOU TOO! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS YOU LITTLE BITCH! SCREW YOU AND YOUR IMPUDENT GOD-"
Deidara sighed and mumbled under his breath, "Well, found Hidan." He rushed to his friend's side, trying to keep casualties to a minimum. "Hey! Hidan-"
"Deidara! Did you hear what this little bitch said?!" Deidara rushed over grabbing onto Hidan's arm, trying his best to prevent an all-out brawl"
"Yes, yes, very insulting. Let's get inside before the club fills up!" And with a little coaxing, Deidara managed to drag his 6 foot friend across the parking lot and through the club's massive steel doors.
"So what's up dude? You never wanna hang, always too 'busy' being a goody two-shoe." Hidan got serious, pushing Deidara to the side.
"It's nothing man, just needed a change of pace. Tried giving a damn about school but I missed this too much." Deidara gestured to the dancefloor and the bar as he spoke. Although this was true, he couldn't quite bring himself to confess what happened just yet. Hidan looked him in the eye, gauging whether he believed Deidara's story or not. They had been friends for the better part of 15 years; it was hard to really hide anything from each other.
"Fair enough! Want a drink? I'm gonna get so fucking shit faced!" Hidan ran off into the crowd before hearing the blonde's response. Deidara sighed and threw his head back, chugging his drink and then made his way to the center of the club – where all of the action generally took place.
The bass shook the entire building as the lights flashed in unison with the music. Clubbers bounced to their own rhythm, not a care in the world. There wasn't a single sober person in that club, and that was just how Sasori liked it. How can you enjoy yourself if you don't get wasted? Watching the crowd from the catwalk above, something – or rather – someone caught his eye. A young man dressed in tight black skinny jeans that caressed his ass perfectly and a slim fitting deep purple V-neck stood in the middle of the club surrounded by men and women alike. He was grinding against anyone who stood in front of him and shook their ass. Sasori could see from where he was exactly who it was. Grinning to himself he made his way downstairs to join the party-goers
Deidara danced like there wasn't a care in the world. His body was drenched with sweat, not all of it his own. It never failed, he attracted people to him. Maybe it was his looks or his sheer energy. Whatever it was, people flocked to him to get their turn grinding their bodies against his; some even took the opportunity to stuff their numbers in his back pocket.
Deidara's only focus was on having a good time. So naturally he didn't notice a particular red head come up behind him. The blonde slowed as someone pressed their body to his back, their arms wrapping around his shoulders.
"Now, now Dei-chan~ don't stop." Sasori nibbled on his ear, encouraging Deidara to grind against him. Melting like putty in Sasori's hands, Deidara obeyed. He dropped it down, bent forward and shook his ass slowly and seductively. He was greatly rewarded for this. Sasori wrapped one arm around the blonde's waist caressing his imprisoned dick as Sasori grabbed a fist full of blonde locks and yanked it towards him. Growling softly in his ear, the red head grinded roughly against his partner. "Now that's my dirty little slut." Deidara blushed. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would see his professor at a rave, let alone dance with him; however the mood was about to change.
Sasori looked down, noticing something wrong. Yanking at the blonde's shirt he revealed Itachi's surprise. Aggressively Sasori growled in Deidara's ear. "Who fucking did this? Who fucking touched you without my permission?" When Deidara didn't answer right away, his Danna pressed down hard on the bruise. The pain elicited a muffled cry. The deafening music of the club shrouded his cry as part of the song playing. "Let me ask again – Who is fucking with my property?" Deidara began to tremble. What would he do if he told? If he didn't? The liter of Vodka impaired the blonde's reaction time and as a reward he was roughly pushed to the back of the warehouse.
"D-Danna…?" Deidara was shoved into the back room and thrown roughly against the wall.
"Do you remember what I said earlier, Brat?" Sasori wrapped a massive hand around his bitch's throat and gave it a gentle squeeze. "When you disobey, you will be punished promptly." Grabbing Deidara's wrist, Sasori dragged him up the stairs and into a narrow hallway. Deidara stumbled over his own two feet, his sense of balance completely thrown off. And in his drunken mess, Sasori led him down to the end of the corridor to the last room on the right. The room was bare except for a single bed with dark grey sheets and a solid black mini fridge. There was a bare window that overlooked the city in all of its magnificent glory. And next to the bed was a wooden side table with a pair of handcuffs resting on top.
Sasori threw Deidara onto the bed, pinning him in place. In his rage, Sasori ripped off his student's shirt, displaying just how big the bruise really was. Deidara shivered at the sudden temperature difference on his skin. Biting his lip he looked away, embarrassed at how intensely Sasori was looking at his body.
"Now what did he do to you, Dei-chan" Sasori nibbled on Deidara's earlobe while one of his hands held the blonde's hands in place. His other hand pinched Deidara's left nipple. A warm feeling welled up in Deidara's gut, causing him to blush deeply. He bit his lip hard, trying his best to suppress his moans. "Hm. seems you're enjoying this. I'll have to be a little more forceful then." With a devilish grin Sasori bit down on Deidara's other nipple and pulled on it gently between his teeth.
Arching his back, Deidara cried out. His eyes began to water a little at the sudden pain.
"Now that's much better." Sasori's deep, sultry voice filled the room – his eyes watching Deidara's expression intently. "Are you going to tell me who hurt you now?" He shook his head slowly. Even though Itachi had hurt him, Deidara wasn't going to bend to Sasori's will so easily. "You have balls, Brat."
Sasori kissed and nipped his way down Deidara's abs, straight down to the waistband of his pants. Deidara moaned softly at the warmth of his master's breath over his ever growing manhood.
"D-Danna~… un…" Deidara groaned as one of his hands broke free, grabbing a small handful of Sasori's red hair.
"Your eagerness is admirable, brat" Sasori's eyes caught hold of Deidara's, "but I call all the shots." Sitting on top of Deidara, Sasori leaned over to the side table and grabbed a pair of silver handcuffs. After cuffing him to the bed, Sasori ripped off the remainder of Deidara's clothing, smiling at the treasure he had been packing in his pants. "Well, well look what we have here." Deidara squirmed as his Danna admired his body in all its wonder.
"Please… D-Danna… don't tease me like this…" Deidara whimpered, his erection growing needier by the second.
"I'll give you what you want once you tell me who left this." Sasori's voice grew cold. He pressed his thumb into the bruise at the base of Deidara's neck. Through gritted teeth Deidara cried out. Something odd happened though. A wave of excitement shot through Deidara, pre-cum beading up at the tip of his penis. Sasori's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Deidara's reactions. "Seems I've summoned the masochist in you. Then we will have loads of fun!"
"Unnnn!" Deidara gasped as a sudden warmth enveloped Deidara's cock. Looking between his legs he saw Sasori taking Deidara's whole dick in his mouth and sucking hard. "Un~ Danna! Oh… Fuck!" Deidara arched his back as waves of ecstasy coursed through every fiber of his being.
"Now we can't be having you cum so soon, now can we?" Sasori clasped hard to the head of his submissive's penis, provoking a shattered cry. Sasori leaned forward and un-cuffed Deidara, flipping him over and shoving his face deep into the pillow. Automatically Deidara repositioned his ass straight up, his back arched deeply. He placed his hands close to his chest, bracing for impact. "Good~ I don't have to tell you what to do." And with a quick drawback, Sasori smacked his student's ass hard leaving a bright red hand print in its wake.
"M-more… Sensei… please, un…" Deidara blushed as he begged to be spanked. He was rewarded with two more consecutive slaps in the same spot. A sharp hiss escaped Deidara's clenched teeth. Maybe it was the alcohol or the sheer lust, either way – Deidara could not think straight. Any cognitive reasoning that might have been left was completely gone. The only thing on his mind was the moment, all the emotions and sensations he felt. The pleasure, the pain- Deidara loved it all.
Suddenly the spanking stopped. Deidara peaked behind him trying to see the cause. A shy blush caressed his cheeks; Sasori slowly unbuttoned his pale yellow shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Deidara moaned softly at the sight. It was better than he had imagined. Before he knew it, the blonde's body moved on its own – crawly towards his master slowly, never breaking eye contact.
"Damn, Brat…" Sasori mumbled under his breath – his own pants growing tighter as he watched. Deidara sat back on his knees and took over for Sasori, throwing his shirt to the side. The red head sat down on the bed, back against the headboard. Pulling Deidara into his lap, their lips met in a lustful kiss. Deidara moaned between kisses, using the red head's shoulders to brace himself as Sasori stroked Deidara's thick shaft.
"D-Danna!" Deidara cried out as Sasori found a sweet spot.
Nibbling on his ear, Sasori whispered in a deep sultry voice "Who had tried to take my slut from me, Dei-chan?" His hand stopped as he studied Deidara's face. "You can't cum until you tell me~" Sasori began to stroke at a painstakingly slow pace.
"It…" Deidara began, finding it difficult to form a proper sentence let alone a coherent one. "ummmm… it…. Ah!" Deidara's arms began to shake and soon gave way. His head rested at the base of his Sensei's neck. Giving up on a sentence all together, Deidara settled for just the name. "I-Itachi…" Deidara's voice was soft and almost inaudible. It was just loud enough, though, for Sasori to hear. A fire burned in his eyes as he quickly finished off Deidara.
Exhausted, Deidara collapsed into Sasori's arms. Sasori reached into the bed side table and pulled out a Wet Wipe, cleaning Deidara's cum off his hands.
Gently kissing Deidara on the forehead, Sasori whispered calmly in his ear, "No one else is allowed to do this to you. You are mine and only mine." Deidara nodded sleepily. "You are not to see Itachi again. Am I clear?"
"But Sensei…" Deidara's eyes opened slowly, his head still resting on Sasori's shoulder. "He's my roommate… not seeing him is impossible…" Sasori's eyes narrowed, watching Deidara doze off.
"That's an easy fix."
AN: Hey! So yea… this took me a while… didn't finish until 5am. But I'm wicked proud of the end product. Tell me how you like the length of this chapter, if you like it I might try to make them longer from now on. Tootles for now!