Explosions of Emotion

Sasori had to admit that he was a relatively shocked at Deidara’s boldness. Had the boy not heard a word that he’d just said? Sasori practically confessed his love for Deidara, and Deidara wasn’t shocked or repulsed. Instead he pulled him into a kiss that was getting deeper by the minute.



Deidara couldn’t deny that he was surprised that Sasori had been so open with him about his feelings. Of course he knew all along that Sasori cared about him a great deal, if not loved him, but to hear the words from his partners lips was something else entirely. He tried to ignore the temptation to flip Sasori onto his back, to strip him of his cloak and claim him again. However, Deidara decided that Sasori needed a chance on top, but that didn’t stop him from unbuttoning the top few buttons of Sasori’s cloak, sliding it down his shoulders.



With a nervous sigh Sasori pulled his lips away from Deidara’s. If he went as far as his body demanded, breaking things off with Deidara would be ten times more difficult than they would have been in the first place. Telling Deidara he loved him didn’t help things either. Not that the statement was a lie, no, it was a full blown confession.



Pushing those thoughts aside, Sasori shrugged his cloak off his shoulders, the remainder of it hanging around his waist, as he unbuttoned Deidara’s own cloak. It was nice to feel in charge of things for a change. Finally Sasori really held the strings to the puppet known as life, even if it was just for a short moment.



“Sasori-danna,” breathed Deidara as he let his hands trail up Sasori’s mesh shirt, the tongues from his hand-mouths trailing on his skin as Deidara’s hands moved further up Sasori’s chest.



It was also Sasori could do to hold back a moan as he tried to ignore the rushing sensations he felt from Deidara’s multiple tongues lapping at his skin. He didn’t even remember his shirt coming off, but it ended up a few feet away in the grass either way. It always amazed him at those times in his life when he felt like he had two brains. One telling him that he should feel insecure about Deidara seeing him in so much light, and the other telling him that the other brain was being totally stupid and irrational, and that he should just devour the treat that was vulnerable and his for the taking.



“You have that look in your eye, Sasori-danna,” Deidara sighed as he rubbed his thumbs in slow circles on Sasori’s abdomen. “The one that says you’re nervous. You can’t be on top if you’re nervous, un.”



Sasori frowned and his expression was flooded with firm resolve. “Who said I was nervous?” he whispered into Deidara’s ear, rolling the tender lobe between his teeth and his tongue. An audible gasp was enough to tell Sasori that he was doing his job as he applied more pressure, moving down Deidara’s neck and onto his collar bone.



It gave Sasori great satisfaction to hear Deidara’s gasps as he rolled his tongue over the skin stretched over the protruding bone. Maybe it was so sensitive because the skin was thinner? Either way, Sasori enjoyed messing with Deidara very much. So much, in fact, that when Deidara let out a soft whimper, Sasori just pushed down his knee that had been propped against his side and said,

“All in good time, Deidara.”



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara gasped, with a little bit of his usual sulk. “If you’re going to be like this every time, un, you are not allowed to be on top any more.”



“That’s fine with me,” Sasori chuckled. “But Deidara, we haven’t even gotten your shirt off yet.”



Sasori slipped his fingers under Deidara’s shirt, rolling it above Deidara’s flat stomach. He dipped his head closer to Deidara’s stomach, rolling his tongue over the blond’s hip bone, then up to his belly button, flicking the skin around it, then dipping his tongue into, then out, of the small indention.



Deidara pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it near Sasori’s. The grass felt very uncomfortable under his bare back because of the morning dew, but that didn’t matter. He looked up at Sasori with eyes glazed from pleasure and arousal. Sasori’s eyes weren’t glazed or sparkling, but they had turned a lighter, warmer shade of brown.



“Sasori-danna,” sighed Deidara. “You’ve stopped, un?”



Sasori shook his head, red strands falling over his eyes. “Just paused.”



“Why?”



“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Sasori looked away, embarrassed.



Deidara tutted his tongue and sat up, wrapping his arms around Sasori. The redhead’s skin felt cooler than a normal human’s, but Deidara had gotten used to that fact about his partner.



Sasori let his head rest against Deidara’s chest. He wasn’t meant to dominate anything. His guise as a puppet master was only because puppets were the only thing he could control. No animate object would ever fall under his power, really. It was pathetic.



“Come on, we should go,” Sasori said coldly as he pushed himself away from Deidara, grabbing his shirt.



Deidara frowned. “Sasori-danna, what’s wrong?”



“Nothing.” Sasori began pulling his shirt over his head just as Deidara stole it from his hands.



“Now wait a minute, Sasori-danna. You can’t just get all close and then back away like that, un!”



“I can and I just did. Now give me back my shirt.”



Deidara shook his head and wadded the shirt into a ball, holding high above Sasori’s head.



“Nope. You have to jump for it if you want it.”



“You little brat!” Sasori shouted.



“Quit throwing a tantrum, Sasori-danna.”



Sasori sighed and stepped towards Deidara until they were toe to toe. Then, he poked Deidara’s stomach, amused as Deidara tried to hold back a laugh.



“You’re ticklish. Give me my shirt back, or I’ll tickle you to death.”



Deidara grinned. “Aw, Sasori-danna.” He leaned down and pecked Sasori quickly on the lips. “You’re too cute to look threatening, un.”



“Which is why I go around in a huge ass puppet all the time. Much more intimidating.”



Deidara sighed and sat down, hooking a few fingers inside Sasori’s belt loops and tugging him down with him. “You aren’t getting your shirt back, Sasori-danna.”



Sasori swallowed nervously. He was back in this situation again!



“And, I can tell you’re nervous, un.”



“Am not. I just want to get home.”



Deidara tutted his tongue and kissed Sasori gently. It was all Sasori could do to kiss his blond lover back, but not pin him to the ground and ravish him. He wanted to do it so badly, but there was just no way he could and then hurt Deidara.



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara whispered against Sasori’s lips, letting his tongue run over them.



A low moan rippled in the back of Sasori’s throat and he slipped his tongue into Deidara’s mouth, running it across the roof of his mouth. What was he thinking? Being with Deidara was amazing, he couldn’t break it off. No, that was insane,



Deidara lowered Sasori onto his back, his hand wandering down Sasori’s side. He had never noticed before that Sasori actually had some curve to him. As his thumb moved in slow circles on Sasori’s hip, he could feel his lovers growing erection straining against his pants.



“You do want this, Sasori-danna,” Deidara pulled his lips away from Sasori’s briefly, nipping Sasori’s bottom lip.



“Thank you captain obvious,” replied Sasori in a low, growling voice before he put his hand on the back of Deidara’s head and pulled his lips back to his own.



Sasori could feel Deidara’s fingers slip themselves under the top of his pants, unbuttoning them with the thumb, then unzipping them. Sometimes it disturbed him to think about how Deidara had gotten all the practise in the removal of others clothing, but he was determined not to think about it.



“We should use something to make it less painful this time, Sasori-danna,” Deidara whispered against Sasori’s lips before kissing his partners chin.



“I have something I use on the joints of my puppets in my other pocket.”



“The right one, un?”



Sasori nodded and Deidara pulled the bottle of a clear liquid out of the pocket and scrutinized it.



“This won’t do anything weird, will it, un?” Deidara asked nervously.



“No. It’s organic, and made mainly from water.”



“Hm.” Deidara tucked the bottle into his own pocket. He planned on having a bit of his treat that was Sasori before taking him completely.



Deidara let his fingers pull Sasori’s pants off his hips from the sides, all the way down to the knees, and from their Sasori squirmed out of them.



“Why do I always end up on the bottom, Deidara?”



The blond shrugged. “Because you enjoy it.”



Sasori flushed as Deidara lowered himself to Sasori’s waist, letting his tongue tease the tip of Sasori’s erection before taking him in his mouth.



As Deidara worked his lips and tongue around him, Sasori sat up partially and looked down at his lover, who, to his surprise, was looking right at him. Sasori froze, but Deidara continued to pleasure Sasori, keeping his visible blue eye focused on his partner, causing a pink blush to spread across the redhead’s face.



“Deidara, is your mission in life to make me uncomfortable?” Sasori whispered with a shuddering gasp.



“Hm?” Deidara pulled away from Sasori, a small string of spittle and other things clinging to his tongue before he moved to far. “Why would I do that, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori gasped as Deidara lowered his mouth towards Sasori’s length, his tongue teasing it’s tip.



“D-Deidara.” Sasori ran his fingers through Deidara’s long blond hair, pulling at the roots.



“Hn, Sasori-danna, that hurts a bit, un.”



“Then stop teasing me, Deidara,” Sasori half-moaned, half-growled.



“Easier said that done, un.” Deidara watched Sasori closely. He felt great satisfaction every time Sasori closed his brown eyes and threw his head back. Maybe he was teasing his Sasori-danna a little too much.



“Let’s try something a little different, Sasori-danna,” Deidara suggested.



Sasori looked down at Deidara uncertainly as he moved his hands down to his own pants and undid the buttons.



“I think you can be on top, un, Sasori-danna?”



“I-I never have been, Deidara-”



“But you’ve watched me enough, un. You’ll get it, Sasori-danna, it’s easy.”



Deidara sat up, grabbed Sasori’s shoulders and pulled his partner on top of him. He loved the feel of the grass on his bare back, the way his hair spread along the green blades. Not to mention the feel of Sasori’s naked skin against his own was just exhilarating.



“It’s okay, Sasori-danna,” chuckled Deidara, cupping Sasori’s face with his hand. The expression of shock on the redheads face was purely amusing, but Deidara didn’t laugh. It wouldn’t have surprised Deidara if Sasori had never had much affection from anyone before he became his partner. At least, not any affection of this sort.



Sasori relished in the feel of Deidara’s hand on his face. It was so warm, or at least what he could feel of it. He wanted to lean into the welcoming palm so much, but was that appropriate? Such an action would make him appear childish and young, but he wanted to so much.



Throwing appearances to the wind, Sasori let himself lean a little into Deidara’s palm, to at least show he appreciated the gesture. He did still have a reputation as a heartless puppet to maintain.



Deidara’s hands traveled down Sasori’s back, clutching his backside firmly.



“Sasori-danna, if you don’t hurry up and top me, un, I’m going to flip you over right now.”



Irritation flashed through Sasori’s face as he pinned his hands on Deidara’s shoulders, leaning his face next to Deidara’s. “You wouldn’t dare, Deidara.”



Deidara smirked and nipped Sasori’s neck playfully. “That’s the Sasori-danna I know and love.”



Sasori shook his head and positioned himself, moving uncertainly. Deidara’s tight muscle clamping around his length was a completely strange sensation, and watching the blonds facial expression provided and even stranger one. His first instinct would have been to shrug away embarrassed, but he couldn’t do that. Sasori moved his body against Deidara’s, judging the results of his actions only by the facial expressions that his lover willingly gave up.



“You know, you can go a little faster, un,” Deidara laughed with a slight gasp as Sasori delved a little further than before.



“Hmph.” Sasori increased the speed of his thrusts a little, trying so hard not to focus on the so many different stimuli around him. Deidara’s hands were crawling up the small of his back, their tongues giving the occasional lick against his skin which had for some reason become very sensitive. The fingers of those hands applied ten small spots of pressure on his skin, gripping at him, almost as if trying to grasp something that just keeps slipping their pale tips.



Sasori’s breath quickened as his lower region grew tighter. He wanted to make it last, not stop! There was so much he could feel when he was with Deidara. His body was so sensitive that it was almost like he was fully human again, and his internal organs weren’t slowly dying because of that cursed jutsu.



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara moaned. “You don’t have to hold yourself back.”



Sasori wanted to scream in his head that the only reason he wanted to is because he didn’t want things to end, he didn’t want to stop feeling. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Deidara leaned closer to Sasori, propped up on his elbows, and pressed his lips against Sasori’s, barely close enough to kiss.



Sasori let out a sound similar to a whimper and a gasp as he felt his body release against his will, his head pounding as his ecstasy-filled blood ran hot through his body.



Deidara gasped into Sasori’s mouth when he came, his seed spreading over his and his lovers chests. He grinned at the feeling, only to be surprised when Sasori’s body became limp and fell into his arms.



“Sasori-danna?” Deidara asked, running his fingers through Sasori’s red strands.



“Ngh,” Sasori groaned as he wrapped his arms around Deidara’s back, nuzzling his head against the blonds chest.



Deidara chuckled. “Sasori-danna, you’re so cute, un.”



Sasori pressed his cheek against Deidara, looking at the land around them. It had gotten lighter, so they had to move soon. Nothing could have been more awkward than getting caught with your lover in the middle of the woods by a bunch of strangers, and Sasori wasn’t too keen on experiencing such a thing.



“There’s a beautiful sunrise this morning, Sasori-danna.”



“We’ll need to move before then, Deidara,” Sasori muttered against Deidara’s soft skin.



Deidara nodded and sat up with Sasori still leaning against his chest.



“You know, Sasori-danna, I don’t think I said it before, but I love you too, un.”



Sasori looked into Deidara’s grinning face with shock. No, that wasn’t good. Deidara couldn’t love him. He was a heartless puppet who felt nothing for anything or anyone, except Deidara. But Sasori never should have let that slip passed his lips in the first place.



“We need to clean up before we go,” Sasori muttered, grabbing a bottle of water from one of the bags they had tossed aside. With a dampened cloth, Sasori cleaned off his chest quickly.



“So that is how you bathe, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori nodded, grabbing his pants and shirt. Deidara reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bottle that Sasori had given him earlier.



“I guess we didn’t need this after all, un.”



Sasori’s face paled and his eyes widened.. “D-Deidara, did I hurt you?”



Deidara laughed and shook his head, pulling on his shirt. “Nope, Sasori-danna. How can I say this without sounding band, un? Let’s just say I do have some experience.”



Sasori frowned. “You’re lucky I haven’t met these other people who experienced you, or they would be dead.”



“They probably already are, Sasori-danna. Besides,” Deidara kissed Sasori gently on the forehead. “You’re the only one for me anyway, un.”

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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I thought I'd uploaded it before AWA, but I guess I didn't. Gah, I should be kicked in the shins. Anyways, enjoy teh lemon and please review!