He Never Says No

He Never Says No

By: Lynn-Sama

PLEASE READ: I have recently discovered that someone has taken Silica, renamed it to Sand Rape and posted it as their own work on fanfiction dot net. I do NOT like to find out that people have taken my things, without my permission not to mention attempted to claim them as their own. I work very hard on these fanfics so please, if you want to post them somewhere else, then just ASK me for permission. So please, kindly, spread the word to others not to be asshats and steal peoples stuff! (Also, if you run across this person on fanfiction dot net, you should give them hell, for me. Cause you love me, and it’s the mean spiteful thing to do as FF has YET to remove it, even after my report.)

Author Notes: Because there is not enough SasoriXDeidara love in the world. I hope you enjoy XD

Sasori didn’t understand why Deidara wanted to continue doing this. He didn’t understand why he came back at nights and found the blonde naked and waiting among the dark sheets that Sasori himself never used.

However, even if he didn’t understand, he didn’t say no to the blonde. By all means, he should have killed the other the first time. Such actions were useless and made for a weak shinobi. But he hadn’t done anything. Instead he had stared at the blonde when he had run a pale hand down the side of his face. He didn’t feel the touch, but his mind fancied it knew what it would have felt like. Maybe that was why, the first time, the second time, the third time, he didn’t do anything.

Tonight, as he had for the past three nights, he found the other as he expected. Deidara glanced up at him from the bed, a magazine of some sort open in front of him. He looked to be shirtless, his pale upper body visible but his lower half was covered by the midnight sheets of the puppets bed.

“Your bed is lumpy Sasori-danna, you need a new one, un.” Deidara complained the moment he saw the other, closing the magazine and dropping it beside the other’s bed as if he owned the room and held the right to cover the puppet’s floor with his useless things. Sasori’s eye twitched as he stared at the magazine, ignoring the other’s comment. There was a picture of a half naked girl on the front but from the lack of clothing on her body, she might as well have been completely naked instead of just half.

“Throw that disgusting thing away.” Was all he said after a moment, revolted by the fact that the other would even read such things in his bed, especially when he was looking to Sasori to do things like that.

“It’s Kisame’s,” Deidara confessed, having the decency to sound sheepish as he sat up in the other’s bed, the sheet falling off to reveal that he was in fact naked. “He leant it to me, un. It’s trash anyway.”

Deidara didn’t have much shame and Sasori didnt have very many morals, so nether looked embarrassed as the other stood, naked, to take the magazine to the trash. Sasori watched him with blank eyes as the other deposited the cheep trash before turning his one visible eye onto the puppet. The puppet boy stared back with an unimpressed look, even though the blonde’s body, Sasori was forced to admit to himself, wasn’t hard on the eyes.

“Its late danna,” A sly grin drifted over the other’s face as he advanced on the smaller male until he could touch his face. “I missed you, un.”

Sasori didn’t reply as he watched the hand from the corner of his eyes. His mind said the pale, mouthed hand would have felt callous, maybe even gentle on his skin but his body felt nothing all the same. The boy continued to say nothing as the blonde reached out, unzipping his cloak and pushing it off his shoulders until it pooled on the ground. Curious hands continued to roam over his body, his fingertips grazing over the joints of his shoulder and down the side of his arm. It wasn’t until the fingers brushed close to his chakra plug that the puppet grabbed the hand, pulling it away from his body.

“Sasori-danna is cold,” Deidara murmured, the cheeky grin still on his face as he flexed his hand in the other’s hold.

“Of course I am.” The puppet gave him a look that seemed to as, ‘what are you, stupid?’. “Are you ready?”

Deidara shot him a disappointed look before turning away, pulling his hand free to slink across the room to the bed, throwing himself down on it with a huff. Sasori rolled his eyes, not sure what the other’s problem was. Really, if he wanted to do this then why did he act like a sulky child every time Sasori asked him if he was ready?

“You’ve only just got here un. ‘Course I’m not ready.” The blonde muttered after a moment, but his partner wasn’t paying any attention to him. Sasori was methodically hanging up his cloak, his back to the other.

The sight made him clench his teeth in annoyance. Sasori was always so cold towards him, why did he want to keep doing this anyway? It wasn’t like the puppet could feel him. Yet he couldn’t keep himself from coming, from ending up naked in the other’s bed every night. Deidara knew all he had to do was show up naked in anyone else’s bed and they would have jumped at the chance to have him. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew how they watched him with hungry, lustful eyes around the hideout. Women were unknown in this part, and having the time to actually buy a whore for the night was rare. Leader expected his work to be done, he didn’t leave room for dalliances or skirt chasings. They would have all been glad for something to warm their bed, be it a woman or Deidara at this point.

“If you were prepared when I got here, this would go faster.” Sasori finally replied, turning to give the blonde in his bed an annoyed look. Deidara glared back, sitting up.

“Maybe I don’t want it to go faster, un!” He snapped, the eagerness he had felt when he had seen the puppet return to his room falling fast. Sasori gave him a withering glance as he stood there in front of his closet.

“Get prepared.” Was all he said, much to Deidara’s disappointment. Feelings of hate curled in his stomach for his partner but he quickly tried to smother them down. He had been looking forward to this all day long, having a wonderful release but he couldn’t make himself enjoy it if he was furious with the other.

Laying back down, he shot the puppet one last hateful glare. Sasori of course though was artfully ignoring him, inspecting something on his stomach. Hissing between his teeth the blonde looked away as he slide a hand down his chest, softly caressing his chest with the tips of his fingers. It would have been nice if the other was touching him, making him feel good. But Sasori had never touched him like he wanted.

Closing his eyes Deidara let himself pretend, stroking over his cool skin with his hands, imagining that they were someone else’s, not his own but his partners. The thoughts made him shiver as he caressed over his throat, his fingers shaking before dipping lower. His thumb brushed over his nipple, already hard from the cold. A soft sigh escaped the other’s lips before he grasped the nub, twisting it almost violently between his fingers.

Pressing his hand flat to his chest he felt the lips on his hand part and the soft sensation of his hand tongue licking over his chest made him squirm. It was almost like having another person there with him, kissing and licking along his body and it made Deidara’s little fantasy seem even more realistic. When the lips of his mouth circled one nipple, biting down on it he couldn’t help but grunt and whine a little.

“Danna…” The word fell in a soft whisper from his mouth, causing Sasori to finally glance up. He never watched the other prepare himself, the fact that the blonde was pleasuring himself thinking of the puppet made him feel strange. But he couldn’t stop now, having reacted out of habit when he had heard the title, he was now staring at the other and unable to look away.

It was strange to see, the other arching up slightly under his own hands with his eye shut tightly, in fantasy or pleasure Sasori didn’t know. He wondered just what something like that would have felt like. Deidara said it was like eating chocolate, only a million times better but it had been a long time since the puppet had eaten chocolate. He barely remembered what it tasted like. When he had told the other so, Deidara had replied that it was like making art. It made you feel really good. That feeling Sasori could understand. But for him, nothing felt better than creating beautiful art. How something could be compared to that thrill, he didn’t understand.

He watched as the other reached between his legs, moaning softly as his long pale legs spread. Unconsciously he took a step closer to the bed, watching as a finger brushed down the underside of the erection. It was surprising to see the mouth on the other’s hand open and a pale moist tongue dart out, lapping softly at the tip of the other’s hardness. Sasori could only ogle him in a strange feeling that felt like shock as Deidara arched up, Sasori’s name falling from his lips. Sasori frowned; did the other honestly think he would do anything like that to him?

Deidara’s eyes flickered open and his breath hitched slightly in his throat when he saw Sasori standing at the foot of the bed, watching him. The hand on his hand was licking on his straining cock, teasing him and making him pant eagerly. Seeing the other staring at him only made another low moan escape from his mouth as his legs parted further. Sasori’s face twisted into a sneer the moment he caught the blonde watching him, hiding whatever he had been feeling before.

“Your lust is disgusting. I grow inpatient, finish this foolishness.” He spoke in a cold voice that made Deidara shiver with sick pleasure.

“Does my body displease you danna un?” Deidara’s lips raised in a coy smirk as his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, squeezing it in show for the puppet. Sasori glared at him as the blonde reached down further, fondling his balls so boldly in front of him. “Danna…un…”

“You look like a fucking slut.” Sasori hissed, furious with the other’s stupid teasing. “Do you think I care about how much you want me to do these things to you? Stop your insolent teasing, it will get you nothing. I am not swayed by a cock tease, I am not Kisame.”

Deidara shot him a dark look through his hazy lust before rolling over with a growl of frustration, raising to his hands and knees. Bracing himself on his chest with his face buried in the bed, he reached back with both arms, one hand spreading his ass cheeks, the other reaching between them, pressing the mouth on his hand to his opening. The lips grimaced, but it was unseen and eventually they parted, the tongue of his palm lolling out to lap at the blonde’s puckered opening. Deidara shivered, his ass arching a bit into the feeling.

Sasori looked away, an ill feeling in the bottom of his stomach, even though he couldn’t be physically ill. It was merely the fact that the other was moaning his name into the bed sheets; he could hear it even if it was muffled. Gritting his teeth he willed himself to hold still, be calm and wait.

As long as he stayed, did as the other asked, he was blissfully rewarded. For a short time at night spent pleasing the blonde’s lust, he would be Deidara-free for hours during the day. And so, he didn’t leave even though he hated this. Hated the noises the other made, hated how he thought of him. Hated how Deidara thought he could feel anything at all.

“Now danna….I want you un!” Diedara moaned into the sheets, his hands gripping his ass, spreading himself to the other’s eyes. Sasori gritted his eyes as he stared at the glistening wet pucker. Reaching down, he grasped the long coil in his stomach, pulling the end free of its compartment, letting it slide through his fingers as he guided it with strings of chakra. The sharp tip had been removed, set lovingly on the counter leaving only a blunt tip of cold metal tubing.

Deidara shivered uncontrollably when he felt the metal touching his behind, but he didn’t shrink away, instead he arched backwards towards it. As it pressed against him, he let out a muffled grunt, trying to smother the sound into the pillow. Parting his lips he grabbed it tightly between his teeth as a yelp of pain came from him. The tube slide deeper, stretching his muscles painfully, no matter how much the blonde tried to relax.

Yet the pain was deliciously welcome, it was Sasori’s, his danna was the one inside of him, making him whimper with the feeling of being stretched, making his hole ache with a throb that became dull as the seconds slide past.
“More…” His voice was hoarse and muffled still as he gripped the pillow between his teeth.

Sasori’s fingers twitched, the threads yanking the metal tube backwards before slamming it home deep inside the blonde. The blonde gasped, his head shooting up, the pillow fell from between his teeth as his body arched. It felt so good, the light throbbing pain and the feeling of being filled by Sasori-danna. Deidara shook with pleasure as he abandoned holding himself open for grasping his own cock, stroking it with quick almost painful strokes.

“Sasori…un…Sasori…” He gasped, panting hard as he thrusted his body backwards into the tube. It felt so good…he was so close…

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear your disgusting noises!” Sasori hissed, the tube pausing not moving. The lack of feeling made the other whine under his breath as his hand shot up and he shoved his fist into his mouth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. The coppery substance flooded into his mouth and he moaned once more both from the taste and the feeling of the other as he started to fuck him once more with the cold metal tube.

It was pure accident when the other hit the blonde’s prostate, causing him to gasp around his hand and cry out. However the puppet didn’t pay the strangled noise any mind, in fact he was secretly pleased that maybe he was hurting the other enough to change his mind. Maybe tomorrow he wouldn’t come back to his room and find the blonde in his bed. Sasori shoved the tube deeper inside the other, causing Deidara to arch further into him.

It didn’t take long, not as long as before for the blonde to come. Deidara screamed then against his hand and his legs gave out from under him, as he came against his stomach and the bed sheets as his ass muscles throbbed around the metal tube.

Sasori pulled it back, causing Deidara to twitch as the tube left him. The puppet’s face twisted into disgust as he eyed the tube that was now covered with body fluids. Sickened he turned away from the blonde who was panting in a sweaty mass on his bed, holding the tube gently.

“Clean up here, when you’re done.” He didn’t look at the blonde as he cleaned the end gently with a cloth from the table, caressing it like a lover. Deidara didn’t reply, feeling himself stiffen as he listened to the puppet move across the room until he left him alone again.

It was several minutes before Deidara could sit up. He didn’t cry, he hadn’t in years. He didn’t know why he kept doing this. Sasori couldn’t feel a thing. Why would he want to do anything with Deidara when he didn’t get anything out of it? Nor did he want to be touched or touch Deidara. Shaking his head the blonde stood with a wince. pain shooting through his lower back. He didn’t know why he did the things he did but he did know… Sasori never said no.