He Never Says No

He Never Says No
By: Lynn-Sama
Disclaimer: I’m uber poor so obviously I am not making any money off of this because one, I don’t own Naruto and two this is just for amusing the fan masses, so plz don’t sue me.

Author Notes: I don’t know why this story wont let me go XD; It keeps bothering me to write another chapter so…. Here’s another! Thanks for you all for your reviews and for begging me for more! Its kinda squicky but hey, have fun with it anyway!

Part III

Sasori couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to punish the blonde for his previous behavior. Ever since the day he had caught him in the den with Itachi and Kisame, a surprising feeling of rage was building inside him. Every time he thought about it, the puppet imagined that he could feel his non-existent stomach churning with the anger he felt over seeing his partner servicing the two.

He shouldn’t have felt angry he told himself. It wasn’t important at all, in fact, it was fantastic! If Deidara was more interested in sleeping with the weasel and the tuna man then that should have suited the puppet just fine, as he wouldn’t be finding the annoying blonde in his bed anymore. It should have suited him just fine. But it didn’t.

And so he started to plot, a horrible plot to humiliate his so called partner. He reasoned to himself that the blonde deserved it. If he wanted to be a whore then he deserved anything that happened to him. And just maybe, if he was humiliated enough he would knock it off and Sasori would never have to walk in on the other fucking his other Akatsuki members ever again.

The plan unfolded late one night when Sasori returned to find Deidara in his bed for the first time in a week since the time they had fought about the blonde’s habits with the other Akatsuki members. At first he was almost relieved that the blonde had even come back, but he brushed it away almost as soon as it arrived. Why should he be relieved? The blonde was nothing but a thorn in his side. He was angry, he had to be after what happened last time, or so he told himself.

It wasn’t a hard plan, in fact it was very simple. There were only four main steps involved. Sasori usually liked complex things, but every time he tried to think of something complex involving the blonde, it fell apart. Anything complex involving the other so called artist had a tendency to do that, as Deidara was much too flighty and spontaneous in his own to be involved in elaborate plans. Thus Sasori was forced to make it simple.

“Deidara,” He acknowledged the other, causing the blonde to raise an eyebrow since his partner rarely spoke to him first. His lips twisted into a smirk as he stretched slightly among the sheets in the others bed.

“Did you miss me danna un?” Deidara cooed to the puppet and Sasori barely remembered not to roll his eyes at the other’s stupidity. Why would he miss someone as annoying as the blonde?

“It’s been quiet,” Was all he managed to force out, unable to blatantly lie, even for the sake of his plan.

“Aw how sweet of you, missing me and such. I missed you too danna un!” He was still smirking as Sasori approached him, but his blue eyes watched him almost warily. Even if Deidara liked his partner, that didn’t mean he always trusted him. However he showed his obvious surprise when the smaller puppet suddenly crawled across the bed, straddling him.

“Well hello to you too danna un,” Deidara laughed, obviously enjoying the fact that the other was showing him so much attention. He should have been more wary, Sasori thought to himself as he held back from smacking the others hand as it wove through his red locks.

“Deidara I was thinking….” The puppet started softly, trying to remember how he had seen the women in the red light districts do it before. All those times Orochimaru had begged him to join in on his nightly escapades, even though Sasori had no sexual appetite to speak of. That had been the first time he had watched someone else having sex with a whore. He remembered thinking how disgusting and fake the woman was, throwing her head back and gasping as Orochimaru had thrust into her like a desperate animal.

Sasori admired them though, those whores. They were as good as his puppets, with blank faces when no one was looking. Even though the men thought they were the puppeteers, it wasn’t true. Those women had them all fooled, they pulled the strings on those desperate horny men, not the other way around.

“What were you thinking danna un?” Deidara’s hands had snaked down the others wooden body until they rested on his hips.

“I was thinking….” Sasori leaned closer until his lips almost brushed against the blondes, his hand coming up to cup the side of his face. He slid his fingers down his neck, the tip of his fore finger sliding back and he slid the poisoned tip down hard into the side of the other’s neck.

Deidara let out a strangled gasp at the soft sting of the needle piercing his sensitive skin and he lashed out, dislodging his partner as he jumped to his feet. Sasori flew back slightly, but he had expected this reaction and landed in a crouched position on the floor, his own lips twisted up in a smirk now.

“Fuck! What did you do to me you nasty little shit un!” Deidara’s hand flew up to the side of his neck, touching the small would with slightly shaken fingers.

“I was thinking Deidara, you shouldn’t be so trusting,” Sasori sneered at the other from his position on the floor. Deidara wobbled slightly and sat back down on the edge of the bed hard.

“You fucker, you poisoned me un!” He couldn’t even stand and the outrage was clear on his angry red face.

“Yes, I did.”

“Why! What did I do to you un!”

“You think you can do what you did and get away with it? Don’t be such a naïve child. Every action has its consequences Deidara. You want to fuck around with Kisame and Itachi and get off scot free? I think not.”

Deidara could only gap at him open mouthed as his lids trembled. It was only a second more before his shuddered and slumped back onto the red head’s bed, his breathing slowing to a shallow pant as his body feel into unconsciousness.

When he finally came to, the blonde couldn’t move. The only thing he could do was roll his head to the side to see Sasori sitting beside the bed, watching him with an unwavering stare.

“Good morning Deidara.”

The blonde’s lips clenched up and he refused to speak to the other, turning his head away to glare at the ceiling instead. For a moment they were both silent, Sasori bathing in the glory of knowing Deidara was furious with him for knocking the other out, and the knowledge that soon the blonde would be even more furious with him. Revenge was sweet.

“What time is it un,” Deidara finally spoke, although his words were tight and short.

“Almost six thirty,”

“You knocked me out half the night! What the hell is the meaning of all this un!”

“Come, it is almost breakfast time.” Sasori stood, his fingers giving a subtle twitch and Deidara found himself standing in response to the twitch. He tried to yank back but his body didn’t respond. “No use struggling Deidara.”

“What the hell have you done to me you asshole un!” The blonde snarled, his face turning a blotched red in fury.

“Nothing dangerous, just attached you to my chakra strings,” was the only reply he received as Sasori turned away, beckoning him with his fore finger. The movement caused Deidara to crash to his knees.

Cursing under his breath, the blonde was surprised to feel the cold floor beneath him and for the first time noticed his own nakedness.

“What the hell is wrong with you! Let me up right now! I’ll fucking blow you to hell Sasori un!” He screamed, causing the other man to wince.

“I think it’s best you be silent, it is too early in the morning for such noise.”

Deidara inhaled heavily through his nose as his mouth abruptly slammed shut. The blonde tried to balk as his body started to crawl forward across the floor towards the door and out into the hall but movement on his own was impossible.

He should have known better, once something was attached to Sasori’s chakra strings they were as good as his. Deidara wanted to curse but now he couldn’t even do that. All he could do was slowly crawl after Sasori down the long hallway, the stone cutting into his knees and causing them to redden from the pain.

“Good morning Itachi, Kisame, Zetsu.” Sasori’s voice snapped the blonde from his inner turmoil about the pain of the floor under his knees, the pain now forgotten and replaced by terror as the other forced him to crawl across the kitchen floor. The back of his neck prickled and he glanced up from under his eyelashes to see Zetsu staring at him with curious golden eyes, yet he said nothing. Humiliation washed over the blonde and he tried to shy away from the look but he could only crawl forward until he was in view of the other two men in the kitchen as well.

“Well well, what have we got here huh?” Kisame gave a low wolfish whistle. “Looks like you forgot your clothes this morning Deidara. Not that I’m complaining.”

“What is the meaning of this? Do you think you’re being cute Deidara? Go put on your clothes…” Itachi gave him a pointed look that caused the blonde’s eyes to flash. He would have flipped the other off if he could have.

“Deidara is having some problems this morning,” Sasori finally spoke, turning to stare at his partner. “He is causing disruption with his behavior so I thought it best to let him get it out of his system if you don’t mind.”

“We have not seen any such…behavior before….” Zetsu spoke finally, his eyes still roving over the blonde. “What kind of behavior do you speak of…?”

“Perhaps Deidara can demonstrate for you.” Sasori turned away, but his fingers twitched, causing the blonde to stand.

Heat rushed into the bombers face and he flushed painfully as the three men stared at him. Deidara stepped forward, grasping the edge of the counter to hoist himself up and Itachi abruptly stood to avoid a soaking from his glass as the blonde knocked it over almost into the Uchiha’s lap as he started to crawl towards the middle of the table, causing the dishes to crack under him.

The blonde flopped down on his behind, his legs sprawled open as one hand slid between them suggestively, giving his limp cock a few clumsy strokes. Itachi glared at the other and Kisame and Zetsu could only look bewildered at the blonde on their table.

“Sasori, take him off the table now. I have to eat here.”

“Funny Uchiha, I have to sit in the living room but it didn’t stop you and Kisame from fucking him there now did it?”

“You fucked him in our living room?” Zetsu glared at the darker haired man and Itachi had the grace to remain silent about the incident.

“HEY!” The fight was abruptly forgotten when Deidara reached out with his free hand to take Kisame’s bowl of cereal and dumped the contents over his head. Most of the cereal remained in the blonde’s hair, a few falling to the table as the milk streamed down his face. The blonde reached up, brushing a hand through his hair, roughly grinding the cereal bits into his head and knocking even more onto the table.

The blonde was half hard now despite himself and his face was flushed as his eyes rolled to the side, desperate to give his partner a furious look. But he barely had time before he reached out to take Itachi’s toast from his plate and pressed it against his chest. Deidara rubbed the toast across his chest, smearing himself in jelly and butter before dropping the abused breakfast food to caress his dirty chest now with his fingers. The jelly slid across his skin and his nipples hardened from the feeling of the wet slickness of his fingers running over the nubs.

Deidara abandoned his half hard cock for a moment to grab the second and third pieces of toast off the Uchiha’s plate with nimble fingers. He pressed each piece into the insides of his thighs, rubbing them and caressing himself as if the rough toast was the finest satin against his skin. His hands slide higher, trapping his length between the two pieces of toast coating it with the left over jelly and butter before throwing the toast aside. His hand wrapped firmly around himself, caressing his dirty length, breathing heavily through his nose.

“We…think that is enough Sasori… Don’t you think he had had enough?” Zetsu spoke up finally, managing to find his voice. His golden eyes caught on Deidaras and the blonde flushed a bit as the two stared at one another for a moment before Zetsu’s eyes slid lower over his jelly covered body to land on the cock in the other’s hand. His bi-colored lips parted slightly when the cock twitched in the blonde’s hand eagerly causing his own pants to tighten in response.

“He deserves what he gets. Do not interfere, Zetsu.” Sasori replied in a cool voice. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t enough.

“You’re a sick fuck Sasori…” Kisame mumbled but he hadn’t moved from his spot, his eyes glued to the blonde’s form and his pants obviously tented under his hand. His wrist rolled slightly as he palmed himself. The blue male wasn’t very discreet about it and when Deidara glanced his way he caught the lecherous way the other was staring at him and the tight squeeze Kisame gave himself when he caught the blonde looking right at him, his hips thrusting suggestively.

Sasori watched the four, fully aware of how aroused the others were by the sight that did nothing for himself. Yet his fingers twitched, encouraging the blonde to his knees on the table.
Deidara reached forward with one hand, dipping his fingers into the butter on the table before reaching behind him, caressing each cheek with the butter before dipping between them to press a finger into his opening. The butter was slick but Deidara desperately wished it was slicker as his fingers started to move in and out of his opening without his consent. He felt even more embarrassed when he heard Kisame’s soft inhale of breath and a swear under Itachi’s breath as he leaned forward, spreading himself even more to the other men’s view.

“This is for you Deidara,” His head lifted, thanks to the puppet man to see the red head standing in front of him, a spatula in one hand and a whisk in the other and his face reddened in utter fury as he was forced to hold out a buttery hand for the objects.

“You like things up your ass so much, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this. Maybe you’ll think twice now about putting anything up there like a little slut.”

Deidara couldn’t even make a furious response as he twirled the ends of the spatula and the whisk in the butter before he pressed his cheek to the table to position himself on his knees, spreading himself for the kitchen appliances. A groan escaped from deep in his throat as the cold metal of the spatula slid inside him. He wasn’t even given a moment to settle into the feeling before he was forced to slide the whisk inside as well.

His teeth clenched and he whimpered as he grabbed the two appliances with one hand and his buttery cock in the other.

“You look good Deidara, don’t you all think?” Sasori remarked calmly. It didn’t touch him at all that his partner was completely naked, shoving appliances up his ass in font of three other members of their organization. “He enjoys it, anything up his ass at all. My partners a slut like that.”

He sounded so casual about it Deidara wanted to kill him. And he would have if he had been able to do anything other than stroke his own cock and thrust inside himself with the cold metal whisk and spatula. It was driving him into a frenzy of arousal as he struck inside himself just right. He didn’t know if it was accidental or if Sasori was driving him on on purpose.

The blonde arched, whimpering in the back of his throat as his body gave way, his cum spurting out across the table beneath him. Shudders wracked his body as Sasori forced him to fuck himself harder with the appliances for several more seconds even after cumming. His body sagged finally as Sasori released him, the appliances forced out of his body by his contracting muscles.

For a moment Deidara lay there panting, unable to move in his state of post orgasm. Kisame licked his lips softly before finally tearing his eyes away.

“Think I’ve had enough….” He mumbled softly, Zetsu nodding in agreement.

“We call the shower now,” The plant spoke before turning away, causing Kisame to curse under his breath as the two left the room in a rush, their aim obvious. Nether had been particularly secretive about the growing erections in their pants. Itachi said nothing for a moment, his eyes flickering over the panting blonde.

“Don’t you think that was uncalled for Sasori?”

Sasori raised an eyebrow, his fingers twitching to pull the blonde’s limp body forward to press his head into the cum on the table. The blonde’s head tilted from side to side, as he rubbed his cheeks against the cum stains as the two spoke.

“It’s enough Sasori,” Itachi sounded cold now. “Don’t be such a fool.”

“I think its better you mind your own business Uchiha. He gets what he deserves.”

“You’re a fool. Learn to curb your jealousy Sasori.”

“Why would I be jealous over a cock slut Uchiha? You know as well as I do, I have no interest in things like that.”

“Then give him to me,” The weasel smirked when the red head clearly bristled over his words. “Jealousy is an ugly thing Sasori.”

“Fuck you Uchiha, fuck you and get out of my face.”

“Just tell me one thing then, do you feel any better now? Now that you’ve degraded him and humiliated him, do you feel better?”

Sasori’s eyes flickered over the blond who was glaring at him from under his eyelashes as he rubbed his cheek softly in the puddle of his own cum. The puppet’s eyes slid away in fury. There was nothing to say about it because the Uchiha was right, the answer to his question was no.

Author Notes: I have a another chapter planned if you like this one, so R&R, rate and such if you want more =D