The redhead's actions were instinctive; the longing that had simmered for the puppeteer spilled over. Every thought peppered over the last few days was faced with an irrefutable truth - whatever the reason, the demon ached for Deidara.

Sasori's grasped the art student closer, pulling roughly against Deidara's hair and waist. This time the redhead heard the blond's moans at his actions. The demon reacted by biting against the sculptor's skin, his captivating lips working their way up from the sculptor's collar bone up his neckline.

Deidara was throbbing, he was so hard. The artist pulled away from the redhead's embrace only to remove his clothes; tearing off his coat. Sasori's fingers were pale in the dim firelight as he went to undress his shirt.
As the two men pulled their clothes off, they enthusiastically found a way back to each other's lips. A collision of the senses, acting like seconds between each instance was too long.

They crashed around the cave, Deidara tripping over shoes and other debris on the floor. Sasori nudged his leg between the blond's own, directing the artist backwards; the sculptor exhaled breathily as he realised Sasori backed him onto his desk. Papers fell to the floor as Sasori placed his arms either side of Deidara's torso, hands resting on the dark and cool wood.

He savoured the sight before him; the blond's hair falling in messy volume around his shoulders, naked save for his underwear. Deidara had a svelte frame, and Sasori was fast getting addicted to holding onto the taught muscles. They felt even better when not masked by clothes.

The sculptor's skin was flushed, emanating with the anticipation of sex. He sat back and for the first time cracked a smile at the redhead. Reclining, Deidara began to stroke against his own dick; the sheen of the action through his boxers disguised little.
He could see the chemical reaction that manifested in the demon's brain. The sculptor almost laughed at how obvious it was; his blatant stare, tensing of shoulder and lips open.
Sasori was down bad.

The puppeteer rounded on the blond, tipping his head backwards as he leant over the younger man's body, kissing him passionately. Each taste of the redhead's tongue sent convulsions through the sculptor's core.

Sasori explored the blond's body, nails tracing against the younger man's skin. The demon spoke in subdued tones into Deidara's ear as one hand slipped into the sculptor's boxers. "What's the point in doing that yourself…" He took over, pushing Deidara's hand out of the way.

The redhead began to stroke against the blond's dick, seeing the breathlessness of the art student's reaction. It felt good to have a hold over the sculptor like this.
The sculptor shook and murmured as the pleasure hit.

When Deidara was able, he reached forwards and grabbed onto any part of the puppeteer's body that he could; thigh, torso - at one point he wrapped two arms around the demon's neck and pulled Sasori completely on top of him, continuing kissing in fevered ardour.

The puppeteer drank up the feeling, reeling from the satisfying hit of tasting Deidara like this.

Eventually, Sasori parted his lips from Deidara's, although he didn't draw his face completely away from the sculptor. He took in the younger man's arousal - by this point, the blond was damn near begging Sasori to let him touch his body.
With a smirk, the redhead resisted letting the blond do what he pleased until he could negate it no more. It built up in him a shuddering anticipation too.

As Deidara gripped his cock, and began sliding his hand up and down, the puppeteer fought against exclaiming in fervour. The effect of seeing Sasori trying to keep it together turned on the blond more. He was enjoying seeing, for him at least, the redhead riled by arousal for the first time.
The demon was still bent over the sculptor who was atop his desk; Sasori gripped hard onto the desk with one hand and the other onto the blond's thigh as his body was absorbed by Deidara.

They continued to explore each other's bodies, each new touch exhilarating.

At one point, Deidara pushed the demon up from his torso and swapped places with him. Sasori leant against the desk as the blond got to his knees; the redhead's eyes were wide as he reconciled quickly what was about to happen.
This time, he didn't bother restraining himself. As the blond's tongue slide down his shaft, the redhead grasped hard against the desk, his head falling backwards as his muscles tightened.
Deidara found it intoxicating; he got off so heavily from giving the demon head like this. He took more of Sasori's cock in his mouth, sucking deeply as he moved towards the head.

The demon thought he was going to crack in two.

The pivotal moment came in a mixture of knowing expressions. Sasori directed Deidara towards to his modest bed - he felt an uncomfortable wave of embarrassment as he knew how plain his living area was. That morsel of shame was quickly batted away by Deidara; the blond hungrily pulled the redhead down with him. The blonds face was flush with colour; Sasori was awash with a myriad of emotion as he slotted against Deidara.
Hn. Hadn't done something like this in a long time…

It wasn't just the sex either; it was the intimacy, warmth…that feeling of another person being your light.

"Please do it, un." The blond murmured in his ear, backing his ass up against his lower body, pressing against his dick. Sasori clenched his jaw and exhaled, the arousal taking over.
"Ok…" He asserted.

Deidara beamed. He wiggled to the side and never leaving the bed area, the blond leaned across to his discarded rucksack and fished a condom out from the recesses within. He offered to slip it on the redhead; Sasori lay back as he watched Deidara move it down his dick, pursing his lips together in mirth at the action.

Both men were filled with a sense of giddy anticipation; they gave in suddenly.
Deidara backed up against the redhead, like how he lay against before, goading the demon to just let go, telling Sasori how much he needed him right now.

The demon wasted no more time - their bodies moved together in passionate feeling.
There was no thrill like feeling Deidara react as Sasori entered him. The sharp intake of breath was matched only by the blond's satisfied moans as they continued.

Each movement, each thrust made Sasori fall deep into the throes of his desire. What else could matter then being here like this with Deidara? The blond arched back onto him, and the pleasure overwhelmed, knocking out the coherence in thought.

Sasori hadn't felt so alive in years. He traced a hand against against the sculptor's shoulders, taking in the view as he moved against Deidara from behind. The demon exhaled, his passion evident in the tone of his murmurs.
Deidara's face lit up at the sensation - he twisted his neck, looking backwards at the demon. Their eyes connected whereupon the puppeteer was struck by a rise of feeling. It caused a furore in his middle, brought on by more than just the physicality between them.

He bent down. The hand that was resting on the blond's shoulder snaked upwards, so that it leant against the bed above of the sculptor's head. The student curved his body to the side as Sasori leant against him completely. The gratification made him gasp, a shuddering drawl to match the euphoria. The puppeteer reached over and didn't hesitate in matching his lips against the blond's.
Deidara kissed Sasori back gladly, relishing that this situation was happening at all.

•••

Later, the two men were curved against each other. The blond was higher; some part in due to the fact he had not long got off from being atop the demon. The blood was was thundering round his temple, cheeks a fresh red. Sasori was wide-eyed; he had one arm above his head. His body was still lingering on some of the sensations it had experienced; the feeling of Deidara sucking his dick and then later backing onto it was burned into his grey matter.

With a twist of his neck, Deidara noticed the demon's hand arched near to his. He reached his arm around his head and connected against the demon's fingertips. The puppeteer responded, linking their fingers, holding on.

The touch seemed to calm the redhead down enough. He had a curious expression as he turned his head to catch the blond's face. Deidara was skin was flushed; legs hanging out the bed at perpendicular angles, his body aflame. He flashed the demon a relieved and ecstatic grin.

Sasori looked away quickly, hiding a small smile. It was nice, the sculptor's limbs up against his own, this muddle of their bodies…

Deidara leant his head to the side, happiness radiating in his core. Once he got his breath back, the blond broke the silence between them. "So…I have a question, un." He started, his tone inquisitive.

The redhead gave him an upturned brow and slightly raised his head in response.
Deidara spoke to the air above them although the question was aimed at Sasori.
"…If you have no heart, I guess you have no…blood, un?"

Sasori missed a beat. "Yes…?" He trialled off, tone guarded. Where was this leading?

"So…how do you get hard, un?" The blond finished, the corners of his lips twitching.

The demon huffed and plummeted his head back against the bed; really, he thought that was going to be else. He let out a noise like "T'cha" and rolled his eyeballs towards the blond. "You know, here's me thinking you were going to say something profound."

"I'm curious! How does your body even work, un?" Deidara was still on his back, yet shifted so he could see Sasori even more clearly. The sculptor was hit with the realisation that he had just slept with someone non-human; not something he had banked on in this life, that's for sure.

The demon pulled a face. Ergh. So crude…but…he and the blond had just shared something pretty meaningful together. He didn't want to be miserable and refute this person who had just let him in so completely.

Sasori tried to pull himself together as he began to speak. "If you must know…I can impart this chakra; my magic, if you think of it like that."
The blond's expression was inquiring. He stroked lightly on Sasori's palm with their entwined hands as the demon continued speaking.
The slight touch on the inside of his hand was not lost on the redhead. He licked his lips before continuing. "And I can make myself as physical as I need to with that. Think of it like a transformation of energy and matter."

Deidara let a slow 'H'n" as he understood.

He twist his palm within Sasori's own. "So, there are times when you're not…you know, whole, un? More a…demonic spirit, un?"

Sasori blinked. "Sometimes." He muttered.

The sculptor cocked his head, understanding. He had been wrapped in up in the desire, the physical touches before, and cared not how the redhead could return them until he thought of the intricacies afterwards.

The redhead studied the attractive man carefully, thinking he had judged Deidara's musing too soon. The sculptor was pretty perceptive, it seemed.

The sculptor noticed that Sasori was looking at him intently; tenderly, even. He shifted his torso so it was on its side properly now. The redhead mirrored his action as Deidara reached across and cupped his cheek in a delicate grip, slowly kissing him. The blond held onto the last kiss, lingering on Sasori's lips before they parted.

•••

Deidara bent down, tugging on his sock. He raised his head back up, and saw Sasori leaning on his desk, arms folded. The redhead had pulled his trousers and shirt on. He was watching the blond warily.

There was an air of awkwardness between the two men now. The daybreak had filtered trough the cave, even the opaque cave wall seemed warmer than last night. Deidara nudged his upper teeth against his lip, scraping against the soft skin. He flexed his palms out after lacing his boots. The sculptor didn't really want to return back to his dorm, yet if he didn't, he was sure his friends would soon notice his absence. He'd have to be careful should he not want anyone to notice where he kept sneaking off to.

"Uh…" The blond stood, and the demon straightened up. The redhead seemed at a loss for what to do with his hands. He fixed a grip against each elbow, as if to steady some nerves.

One of Deidara's hands went to the back of his neck, rubbing it absent-mindedly. Sasori noted with an incline of his brow that the blond seemed a little nervous. Heh.

Feeling less conscious of his own conflicting thoughts, the redhead nudged closer to the blond. He placed his hands on either side of Deidara's shoulders. The touch gave the sculptor the drive to say was at the forefront of his mind.

"When can I see you again, un?" The art student was now not afraid to speak plainly of his longing. He touched his brow lightly against Sasori's.

Their faces being so close, Deidara could feel the redhead's facial muscles in his light smile.
"You're eager." He repeated that line again. Deidara smiled back; the memory of Sasori saying those words to him initially came flooding back.

Sasori hn'd. He leant back, taking in the student's full expression. "The truth is you can come to me whenever you want; I can't return the favour though." He spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah, I know…" The blond mused. He rested a hand on Sasori's arm and squeezed against it.
His thoughts drifted to a variable 'What if?' Of Sasori and he walking round campus, in his dorm room…he was brought to the present when he saw the subtle darkening of the redhead's expression.

Deidara caught his breath, and gently moved his hand against Sasori's arm, coiling the demon towards him. He held onto the puppeteer in a full embrace, realising that Sasori would likely be desperate to leave this place, his veritable prison.

If only…

The idea caught on to the blond like a spore.
Perhaps there was a way.

He held the redhead against him tighter.
The blond felt goosebumps as he sensed the whisper from Sasori in his ear before it came.
"I'll see you soon, then…Deidara."

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