Sasori stood in the dimly lit hallway waiting for Itachi. Itachi was so convinced that Deidara was a sweet, innocent kid. But after a short while with him, Sasori was swayed otherwise. But Itachi wanted to see for himself - which leaves Sasori in the hall of an overly crowded frat house, waiting for Itachi to stop manhandling his bitch. It was disconcerting to know that his first impressions of Deidara were wrong. At first glance, you could see something innocent and sweet, almost like he was sheltered as a child. But now when Sasori thinks back, there was a hollow, empty look in his eyes – one that he knew all too well. It was the look of years of abuse and torture. Sasori went from father to father all the while hoping for change. But after the 5th one, he lost hope. Sexual assault was a daily norm – something that was to be expected. Sasori was a cute kid and every pedophile wanted a taste of him. Seems the same was for Deidara.

A vein pulsed in Sasori's forehead. The thought that someone else went through what he did was repulsive. But what did that make Sasori? Wasn't he doing the same? Sasori hunted down malleable, impressionable freshmen to use as he pleased. He enjoyed watching the pain on their faces when he "broke them in". But wasn't that what his fathers were doing to him and all the other child slaves locked in their basements? No. The difference between him and those bastards was that what Sasori was doing was legal. These "kids" were 19-20 years old. Sasori was 7.

While lost in thought, the room Itachi and Deidara were in had gone silent. All that could be heard was a faint panting and someone getting dressed. Itachi emerged after a few minutes, his coat swung over one shoulder.

"So maybe you were right. The kid has had practice." Itachi walked up to Sasori, backing him into a wall. "And you know what, Sensei?" The raven haired man whispered in Sasori's ear, hot breath tickling his neck. "He's fucking good~"

Sasori shoved Itachi away, a cold look in his eyes. "This was your only shot at him. Don't get used to it, Itachi." Sasori's voice was calm and charming, but his eyes told a different story. Itachi smirked and began to walk away.

"Don't worry, Sensei! I'll be there to pick him back up when you're done."

Sasori walked into the room. Deidara lay on the bed, curled up in the blanket sleeping peacefully. He looked just like a child. Sasori couldn't help but smile. If anyone was to warm his frigid heart, of course it would be this kid.

Stupid brat. Looking like that will get you taken advantage of… by someone like me.

…..

A dull ache throbbed throughout Deidara's body. Itachi really had worked him; probably the hardest he's worked in a long time. Deidara was sure he was going to have some bruises to explain to Sasori. The thought frightened yet excited him. You can't just have sex with someone and ban them from doing anything with anyone and then deny their needs. Itachi was pretty hot and Deidara had a weak spot for a tan boy with muscles. And very rough sex.

A gentle smile graced the blonde's face as a soft blush colored his cheeks. Deidara opened his eyes lazily. The room was bright and hazy to his tired eyes. The room smelled fresh and almost manly, like an expensive cologne. Deidara buried his nose in the sheets, taking it all in – if he died right now, Deidara would be completely content. This moment didn't last for long, however. Reality began to set in and Deidara started to wonder – where was all the music, the smell of old booze and vomit? Where was Itachi? Last thing he remembered was getting smashed and having a great time with his roommate in some stranger's bed.

Opening his eyes completely, Deidara sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around, yawning as he did so. The room was unfamiliar. This wasn't his dorm room or the room he had sex in last night. But where was it?

"You're finally awake, brat." A familiar voice called out from the doorway. Looking over Deidara saw Sasori dressed in black dress pants and an unbuttoned, light blue dress shirt. He was leaning against the door frame, coffee mug in hand.

"S-sensei…?" Deidara had fear in his eyes. "Where am I? What time is it?!" Deidara looked around frantically, trying to find his clothes. It was Wednesday and his professor had a test assigned for today.

"Don't worry Dei-chan~" Sasori sauntered over to his student, eyes locked onto his. "I canceled class today." Picking up a clean pile of clothes off of the chair in the corner, Sasori threw them at Deidara. "I had Itachi grab you some clean clothes. Yours got a little dirty." Horrified Deidara stared at his Sensei.

How did he find out? Oh God! I'm so screwed!

Sasori chuckled to himself, enjoying Deidara's reaction. "Didn't think I'd find out, did you?" Sasori's voice was low and charming "You can't hide anything from me, brat. I will always find out."

"I-I…" Deidara struggled for words. His head began to throb as his hangover set in.

Just how many did I drink last night?

Deidara just stared at Sasori, his mouth gaping open. What was he to say? Apologize? Say he was drunk and it would never happen again? Or play it off like nothing had happened? He was at a complete loss for words. Anything he said wouldn't change the fact that Sasori knew.

"Now are you going to just sit there and stare at me?" Sasori grinned. He walked over and pushed Deidara back, pinning him to the bed. "If you keep looking so lost and helpless, Dei-chan" Sasori leaned in, their lips just grazing each other "I might lose control completely." Deidara blushed. Sasori's cologne surrounded him, drugging him with lust.

"You're… not mad… un?" Deidara's voice was a soft whisper. But, it was evident Sasori heard. A hand wrapped around the blonde's neck and squeezed gently. Sasori's voice was a low growl, full of tamed anger.

"Furious." Deidara swallowed hard, unsure if he should be turned on or scared. "But your punishment will have to wait until later." Sasori got up and headed towards the door. "Get dressed and meet me in the hall." The door slammed shut behind him. Deidara did as he was told, crawling out of bed gingerly and putting on his clothes.

His whole body ached. And as he had suspected, there were a few bruises dotted all over. On the wall was a full length mirror. Deidara walked over and looked in it to see a pale man staring back at him. Deep bags were under his eyes and his hair was a knotted mess. Deidara's eyeliner was smudged and a new bruise contrasted the old one on his neck. Sighing to himself Deidara did what he could to clean himself up. Using his thumb, the blonde smeared away any excess eyeliner and tied back his hair. Without any makeup, he couldn't hide the bags. And without his tooth brush he couldn't rid himself of the wet dog that had called his mouth home.

"Are you done yet?" Sasori swung the door open, his temple throbbing with annoyance. "How long does it take to get dressed?" Deidara turned around and smiled.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Danna!"

…..

It was a long and eventful day, but Deidara made it. Sasori had dragged him all across town, running countless errands. By the end of it all, Deidara was ready for a nap. All he could think about was a hot shower and a good nights rest. Thursdays he had no classes so there was no reason to really get out of bed tomorrow.

A soft ping sounded from Deidara's back pocket. He pulled out his phone and looked down – Hidan had been texting him all day, asking where he had gone.

I guess no one saw me leave the party last night… How did I get into Sensei's home anyways? Especially without being noticed? You would think someone would notice a professor walking out with a naked student thrown over his shoulder…

"Who is it this time?" Sasori's voice had a hint of annoyance in it. He hated when people texted in his presence. "It better not be Itachi…"

"No, no! It's just a friend…" Looking down Deidara read the text. "Hidan just wants to know when I left last night… I guess he was waiting for me…" Deidara's voice trailed off. He felt bad for keeping him waiting. Hidan was really his only friend who he cared about deeply. While Deidara was stuck in his own head, his phone was plucked from his hands. "Hey!" Sasori skimmed through the texts with Hidan, reading to himself.

Deidara jumped up, trying to retrieve his phone from the taller man. Sasori just trapped Deidara in his embrace and continued to read. "He seems to care about you" Sasori summarized, "too much. I don't like him." Sasori then began to look through Deidara's phone, blatantly snooping through his pictures and texts. Until he fell on a chat with Itachi from a week prior. Deidara struggled further, trying to break free and get his phone back.

"What are you doing?! This isn't fair, Sensei!"

Sasori's grip tightened as he continued to read. The vein in his forehead throbbed as he read aloud.

"Deeeiii, why don't you wanna play anymore? C'mon! I'll make it worth your wild!" Sasori grit his teeth. He scrolled through the message some more, stopping to read once again. "You can't hide from me forever! I know where you sleep! Lol it won't be long until you give in to me" Sasori's grip tightened on the phone until his fingers turned white. Finally he got down to the most recent text, dated for that morning. "Had a great time last night! ;) You're so hot when you're drunk Dei! And easy! When Sensei goes on his sex strike again, let me know, I'll be more than happy to release some tension for you! Xoxo" Sasori stopped. His nose flared as he held back his anger.

Deidara was still. He never responded to any of those texts, just tried to ignore them. What was he supposed to say? Sorry, you're fucking hot but my psychology professor says I can't sleep with you because I'm secretly his bitch and I get off on being dominated. Deidara stared at his feet, waiting to be yelled at, scolded, slapped, beaten, anything. He was prepared for whatever punishment Sasori had in store for him. Time seemed to drag. Each passing second felt like an hour. Deidara could feel Sasori's arms tense around him.

But nothing happened. It must have been 10 minutes and Sasori neither said nor did anything. Deidara dared a look. Slowly he looked up. To his surprise, Sasori was staring off into the distance. His eyes looked lost and hollow as they searched for answers. Deidara's jaw dropped a little. He's never seen his professor look like this. He looked hurt, sad almost. What was he thinking about? Was it what Itachi had said? Was he really this upset about what happened last night?

Feeling someone watching him, Sasori looked down to see a pair of clear blue eyes looking up at him adoringly.

"C'mon brat." Sasori dragged Deidra down the street, his arm still around the blonde's shoulders.

"S-sensei…?" Deidara continued to watch Sasori as they walked. He never noticed just how young Sasori was. He was maybe 25 and yet he already had his PHD and had been teaching for 2 years. That takes some determination. Deidara wanted to know what drove him to work so hard. What was it that made him wake up each morning and go into work? Just like Deidara, Sasori had demons, he just wasn't sure what. And Deidara was determined to find out.

Before long, the two had made it back to Sasori's home. It was more like an expensive penthouse perched on top of the Akasuna Club. The penthouse had a wall of just windows, letting in as much sunlight as possible. It was amazing to Deidara how someone so young could afford a place like this, and manages a club all on a teacher's salary. Deidara was sure the club brought in some serious cash, but this penthouse must be at least $850k if not $1million.

Deidara's phone went off again as they entered the elevator into the penthouse. The phone was still in Sasori's hand; there was no way that he would give it back to Deidara, not after what he just read. Sasori looked down at the phone, read the message then shoved it in his pocket. Not a word was spoken. But, given the tension in the Elevator, Deidara guessed it was Itachi again.

"I'm sorry…" Deidara whispered. His head hung low as he stared at his shoes. Sasori looked over at his student and grinned. The elevator doors opened with a loud DING. Sasori grabbed Deidara's wrist and dragged him through his home and upstairs. "Wha-"

Before he could resist, Deidara was thrown onto a large bed neatly made with dark grey sheets. This room was filled with the scent of Sasori's cologne. Deidara would wager that this was his room. He could also take a wild guess that Sasori didn't want to take a nap and cuddle. The red head pinned Deidara down, roughly kissing and biting his neck. Muffled moans filled the room. Sasori pulled his student's shirt up and over Deidara's head and threw it to the side. Deidara whimpered as his sensei's cold fingers glided over his bare chest. A hand wrapped around the blonde's neck.

"I'll show you what it's like to be truly dominated." Deidara swallowed hard. There was a growl to Sasori's voice. Whatever he had in mind, Deidara was certain it was going to hurt. The red head stripped off his student's pants and began to suck on his already hard dick. Taking it all in, Sasori looked Deidara right in the eyes, holding him there was he went down hard. Deidara's toes curled and his back arched. A wave of ecstasy coursed through Deidara's body. His professor's mouth was warm and wet, a thin line of drool dripped down Deidara's shaft and onto the sheets.

"D-danna!" Deidara cried out in pleasure, gripping at the sheets above his head.

Grinning, Sasori glided his teeth gently over the blonde's fully erect cock. A chill went down Deidara's spine. He began to tremble with pleasure. Just as he got close, Sasori stopped abruptly.

"Not yet" There was a devilish lust in his eyes. He was going to make Deidara wait until he deemed it ok. Deidara whimpered with need. His hand subconsciously went to stroke his own dick. A low chuckled resonated throughout the room. "Now what did I just say?" Sasori undid his tie and bound Deidara's hands to the bed posts. "Much better." A grin stretched from ear to as Sasori watched Deidara writhe in his bed.

Sasori then stood at the foot of the bed, not breaking eye contact with his student. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a perfectly toned torso and arms. Sasori's skin was the color of ivory and there wasn't a single blemish or scar on his body. Throwing his shirt to the side, Sasori then slid his hand down his chest and undid his belt.

Deidara watched intently, his eyes following Sasori's hands like hawk. Deidara bit down on his lip, suppressing another moan. He just couldn't take the torture anymore. All Deidara wanted was to feel every muscle tense on top of his as his master pounded relentlessly into his body. Deidara began to squirm once again, the pressure building up in his dick started to get uncomfortable. Pre-cum dripped from its head and down his shaft.

There was a sparkle in Sasori's eyes as he watched his student. The discomfort on his face, the pure, animalistic lust in his eyes – Deidara was begging to be fucked. And it was Sasori's job to comply.

Taking off his pants, Sasori threw them with his shirt. Deidara could see the massive bulge in the red heads boxer briefs.

H-how is that going to fit in me?

A panic began to set in. Sasori was packing a monster in his pants. No wonder Itachi wanted to help Deidara "practice." It was so Sasori didn't split him in two!

Sasori straddled Deidara, his tongue dancing across the blonde's neck and ear. Hot breath sent shivers down Deidara's back as a soft moan slipped through is lips. Sasori nibbled gently on the young man's earlobe.

"Relax~" Sasori's warm voiced resonated in Deidara's ear. "I'll be gentle" Deidara blushed as his hands were untied. Sasori sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. "You know what to do, brat."

Deidara positioned himself in between Sasori's legs, eyeing the beast twitching in front of him. A pair of red, hungry eyes watched him closely. Taking a deep breath, Deidara swung his hair to one side and slowly and maliciously began to lick around the head of Sasori's penis. Ignoring the eyes on him, Deidara continued. As each second past, Deidara's confidence rose. He got a little be faster, sucking through his master's boxers. Their eyes met. There was a hunger in Sasori's eyes, one that he has never seen before. They looked like the eyes of a feral beast, eyeing down his next meal.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Deidara slid off Sasori's boxers and dropped them next to the bed. His eyes widened as he stared down at what his master had to offer. 8, maybe 9 inches and it looked like it had room to grow. A low chuckle shook Deidara from his thoughts. Looking up he saw Sasori grinning, watching him attentively, and waiting to see what Deidara would do. Itachi said he was good, Sasori wanted to see just how good he was.

Deidara took another breath in and in one fell swoop went down on Sasori. He took as much in as he could. Deidara got halfway down before no more would fit. A low moan surprisingly came from Sasori. Deidara looked up to see his head tilted back and his eyes closed. For the first time Deidara saw a light flush on his sensei's cheeks. A new found confidence rose in Deidara. He began to suck hard on Sasori's cock several times before coming up for air, drool trailing from the tip of Deidara's tongue to the head of his sensei's manhood.

Sasori moaned again. The lust in Deidara's eyes was making him go crazy. He watched as the blond choked on his massive dick. Grabbing a handful of hair, Sasori looked the blond straight in the eyes.

"Take in a deep breath." The blond did as he was told. His head was roughly shoved down onto Sasori's dick - this time straight to the base. Tears welled up in Deidara's eyes as he choked down his master's dick. A muffle moan made its way out of Deidara's mouth. Sasori's grip on the blonde's hair tightened. Yanking on the man's hair, Sasori pulled him up. Deidara gasped for air and swallowed hard.

Drool dripped down his chest. Deidara's eyes had glossed over, any and all sense of control were gone. He was like putty in Sasori's hands – anything he desired, Deidara would do.

"Come here, slut." Sasori waved his finger in a come hither motion. Obeying completely, Deidara crawled over to his master – sitting in his lap. Sasori began to abuse the blonde's neck, biting harshly and leaving deep purple marks in his wake. "Prep yourself" The command was low and demanding. Deidara blushed, embarrassed. His sensei was going to watch as he stretched his own ass. His hesitance earned Deidara a rough slap on the ass. A loud cry echoed throughout the room.

Without any further delay, Deidara began to suck on 2 of his fingers. When they were lubricated enough, he bent forward and began to probe his entrance. Deidara's face was shrouded by a wall of his hair. Sasori, however, could see the pained faces he was making as well as the humiliating blush on his cheeks. A gentle moan escaped his sealed lips. Deidara scissored his entrance, enjoying the feeling of being stretched. He imagined Sasori's massive cock filling him completely, pounding against his prostate until he came. Deidara's cheeks reddened at the thought. His on pre-cum dripped from his dick and onto Sasori's abs. Sasori grabbed a fistful of hair once again and yanked Deidara towards him.

"I can't wait anymore." His voice was a deep snarl. With his other hand Sasori lined up Deidara to his dick, his tip pressing against the man's entrance. "Now sit back~" Sasori's voice had completely changed. It was now a comforting coo as he guided Deidara.

Tears began to well up in the younger man's eyes as his body tried to acclimate to the large cock inside him. Deidara buried his head in Sasori's neck, taking comfort in the warmth of his cologne and the slow lull of his heartbeat. The process was slow and painful, until Sasori reached the end. Deidara let out a loud moan as Sasori's dick pressed against his prostate. Sasori chuckled softly and stopped, waiting for Deidara to beg.

"Tell me, Dei-chan…" Sasori whispered into Deidara's ear "What do you want?"

Deidara's vision went blurry as lust began to take over. He bit down on his lip trying to formulate a coherent sentence.

"I-I…" He stammered.

"Yes~"

"I… want…" Deidara began to rock back and forth on Sasori's cock, hoping that was enough of a hint. Wrapping an arm around Deidara's waste, Sasori stopped the blonde's movements.

"Beg for it, brat." Desire began to build up in both of them. It was a matter of whose will was stronger. In the end, it was Deidara that broke.

"Fuck me, Danna! I want you to fuck me until I scream!" Deidara buried his head in Sasori's shoulder, his ears red with embarrassment.

Without a moment to lose, Sasori drew back and slammed hard into Deidara's prostate over and over again. Deidara cried out as his ass was abused relentlessly. A tear rolled down Deidara's cheek. It hurt so much but it felt so good. His body was at war with itself, should he cry out in pain or moan in ecstasy? Sasori began to pump Deidara, their moans filling the room as their climaxes neared.

"I… I'm close, ahh" Deidara moaned out. Sasori squeezed his student's dick, eliciting a pained cry.

"Danna cums first" Sasori growled dominantly in Deidara's ear. The blonde groaned as he held back as long as he could. Subconsciously he bit down gently on Sasori's shoulder. The red head snarled as he thrust harder, releasing his load into Deidara. It didn't take much for Deidara to finish, cum dripping down Sasori's chest.

"Good boy, Dei-chan~" Sasori cooed as he slid out of Deidara. The blonde collapsed into Sasori's arms, panting heavily. Sasori kissed Deidara on the head as the blonde dozed off. Itachi was right. This was the best sex of the blonde's life.

A few minutes past before Deidara was completely asleep. Sasori tucked the blond under his covers and walked over to his pants. Pulling out Deidara's phone he opened up the text he received in the elevator, took a picture of Deidara and began to type.

And this is where he will stay. Give up. I'm not letting this one go.

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AN: Yay another chapter out! I felt bad that Wednesday's chapter was so short so I just had to write another, smuttier one! And hopefully one a little more light hearted… Well tell me what you think! I'm curious to hear your thoughts!