Ichigeki Hissatsu

Hello, Dolly

“Why don’t you like it Sasori-danna?”

“We’re not going through this again, Deidara.”

Deidara’s lips turned upside-down into a frown – or was it a smile? – Sasori didn’t want to look up to see what it really was, not when Deidara was splayed so provocatively on the couch, on his back with his legs over the top cushions and his head angled off the bottom cushions so that his hair pooled on the floor. Sasori was a master of self-control, at least he thought so; being able to ignore Deidara this long was a feat in and of itself. Sasori finally looked up from the doll face he was scratching out of the soft wood to look at the blonde, his partner, his lover, his housemate. His dried-blood red eyes centered on the blonde’s own, the pair staring at each other until Sasori looked away, dropping his attention back to the doll in his hands.

“Sasori-danna, tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Why don’t you like it? I worked real hard on it.”

“I know you did.”

“So then why don’t you like it?”

Deidara shifted, rolling his body so he could rise off the couch, moving over to Sasori and taking the forming doll from his hands, forcing the redhead to stare at him and him alone, leaving the doll-maker no choice but to answer the question instead of avoid it. Sasori’s eyes narrowed a little bit until he could only give a sigh, turning to look at the blonde that had taken up a position behind him. There were many answers he could give Deidara why he didn’t like the blonde’s most recent art piece, a statue that didn’t last long at all, given when Sasori had mentioned he hadn’t liked it, Deidara had thrown it across the room. Sasori was thankful that Umi and Akashi had been out of the house since nine that morning. He wasn’t even sure if he would’ve been able to explain why he was pulling clay shards out of the hardwood floor to the two children anyhow.

“Sasori-danna,” Deidara said again, leaning closer to the redhead, grinning that horrible grin that worried Sasori even more, “why didn’t you like it? I made it for you.”

“And I appreciate that. But, Deidara, it wasn’t even finished.”

“Yes it was.”

“It exploded when you threw it against the wall.”

“Oh.”

Sasori sighed and reached for his captive doll, but the blonde held it out of his reach. He knew he’d pissed off the blonde, horribly too. Judging by the look in Deidara’s eyes, Sasori wouldn’t escape this one. Not this time. Sasori had never backed down from a challenge set by the blonde, not even when they had been in the Akatsuki together, but this challenge he felt he was going to lose. Deidara’s lips curled into a grinning snarl and Sasori knew he’d walked right into the trap.

“Will you explode if I throw you against the wall?”

“No.” Sasori whispered. “I’d break, and then where would you be?”

“You wouldn’t break. You’re not that careless with yourself.”

- But you’re careless with what I’ve done for you. – The words were unspoken, but Sasori could hear them anyway. They had forever been at odds with one another over their views of art. Deidara’s was fleeting while Sasori’s lasted forever. Everything Sasori created was done with painstaking care with the hope that it would last for years to come. He treated his family much the same way, his adopted daughter and his son by birth. But Deidara didn’t need to be treated so carefully, since he was strong and able to take care of himself. Umi and Akashi were still just children.

“I’ve been careless.”

“Not to the extent you’ve been recently.”

“Just because I said I didn’t like it?”

“I made it for –you–.”

Sasori sighed, quietly, defeatedly. “And what would you have me say?”

“That you liked it.”

“But that would be a lie.”

“So!?” Deidara raged, grabbing at Sasori’s shoulders and hauling him up, not an easy feat of itself, considering the weight of the redhead’s false body. The blonde stilled, though, for a moment, having felt the weight before and comparing it to now. He blinked, staring at the redhead that was his partner.

“You’re lighter.”

“New materials.” Sasori whispered. “I transferred myself last night.”

“Is that why you said you didn’t like it?” Deidara asked, feeling foolish. He’d never actually seen Sasori transfer himself from one body to another, not in the first few days anyway. Deidara had always believed Sasori had stayed away because his new body was so fragile before he could strengthen the synthetic flesh from inside. Sasori would have been tired. Would have barely given it a glance before he said a word. Deidara leaned in, pressing his lips to Sasori’s. There was a softness there that he hadn’t felt before each time he kissed him, a warmth that had been devoid in the redhead’s skin.

“You…” Deidara breathed. No wonder he had said he didn’t like the statue! He could feel it, truly feel it, the weight of the clay, the imperfections, everything. Deidara shivered in pleasure. He pulled Sasori closer and savoured the warmth coming from the elder man.

“You changed for me…?”

“You wouldn’t want to sleep beside a cold doll, would you?”

“If it was you, Sasori-danna, I’d sleep beside a corpse.”

Sasori’s lips drew into a thin line, but Deidara’s grew into a grin. The blonde hugged his lover close and tight, lifting the lighter body up and into the air as he spun around, reveling in the warmth and the knowledge that Sasori could feel, that he could really –feel– and that he didn’t have to act anymore and-

Deidara grinned widely.

Sasori’s eyes narrowed.

The blonde gave a whoop before he picked up the redhead, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack much to Sasori’s protest, feeling those wonderfully warm fists pound against his back until he smacked Sasori’s ass, earning a yelp. Deidara knew Sasori was glaring holes into the floor, since he couldn’t turn his head enough to glare holes into Deidara’s back. Another smack to earn another yelp and another just to revel in the fact he was –spanking– Sasori without retribution at least until Sasori made a sound that Deidara took to be a snarl. That sound meant he was pushing it, that Sasori would make his life a living hell the moment he could move freely. So he stopped, settled for rubbing the abused globes that made up Sasori’s butt and listened to the snarl change to a mewl when he managed to slip his free hand beneath the waistband of Sasori’s pants to squeeze wonderfully warm skin.

He tossed Sasori onto their bed after groping for a few more moments and took the moment to savour the view. The false blood Sasori had crafted had made his cheeks turn pink with an embarrassed blush, his eyes bright with lust and love, his chest rising and falling with even breath as he watched Deidara stare at him. The blonde moved then, the bed dipping as he climbed on, hovering over Sasori before he bent his head to claim the first kiss. He nearly lost control, feeling the warmth of Sasori beneath him, the softness of his new skin. Sasori was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, false skin flushed with false blood and he looked so real that Deidara decided he didn’t care whether the whole of his lover was just fake parts and synthetics, he just wanted to worship that warmth, that warmth Sasori had worked hard to create for him, for Deidara.

His fingers slid along the soft flesh beneath Sasori’s clothes and listened to Sasori’s soft sounds of pleasure. He twitched Sasori’s clothes off, wanting to see just how far the changes actually went.

“God, you’re beautiful, Sasori-danna,” Deidara breathed against Sasori’s hips, letting his hair tickle smooth thighs as his hands wrapped around hot and hardening flesh, eyes bright as he watched Sasori arch and mutter to deny the claim. Deidara chuckled as he shifted, drawing back to watch Sasori watch his hand as he stroked Sasori’s cock, watching it come to life beneath his hands. He wanted so much to make Sasori beg for attention, but he knew Sasori wouldn’t, right? His lips curled into a devious smile as he shifted, putting his hands beneath Sasori’s thighs and pushing his knees up to his ears, baring a beautiful prize.

“Deidara…”

There it was, the beginning. Deidara didn’t reply, at least verbally, bending his head to lap at that wonderful prize with the intent to make Sasori beg as much as he could make him beg. The muscles beneath his hands twitched, soft breath leaving the body beneath him as Deidara wriggled his tongue into Sasori’s passage, tasting what flesh he could, wetting what he couldn’t. He chuckled as Sasori’s body fought to get him out, humming as he pressed further in, hearing a quiet yelp followed by an almost content mewl. But Sasori wasn’t satisfied, Deidara knew, not by a long shot. The redhead squirmed as Deidara drew back, licking his lips like a satisfied cat after lapping at a bowl of whipped cream. The blonde wasn’t finished with Sasori though, intending to treat him as a precious piece of art, which Sasori was, in an odd sort of way. He nibbled at Sasori’s inner thigh, thinking of all the ways he could pleasure his danna, staring at the redhead as he made soft bruises on the pale flesh.

“…Deidara… Just… please.”

-That- got his attention. Deidara grinned, pulling away from Sasori’s flesh and leaning over him, head tilting to the side.

“What did you say?”

Sasori blushed. Deidara grinned wider. “Tell me, Sasori-danna, or I’ll stop.”

Sasori muttered something under his breath and looked away from Deidara, completely torn between giving in and repeating himself and finishing what Deidara began with his own hand. Knowing Deidara wouldn’t let him go without hearing the words – and even if he did, Sasori knew Deidara would listen at the door for the sounds of Sasori finishing himself or for begging noises for Deidara to return – Sasori resolved to just give in. He wanted it, wanted Deidara to just pound him into the sheets, to give him what he gave Deidara almost every night when they could get away with it.

“…Please…”

Deidara grinned like a madman, bending his head down to bite at Sasori’s neck, whispering against his skin. Sasori made an annoyed, exasperated noise, his fist blocked by Deidara’s open palm and then pinned to the bed, his other wrist similarly grabbed and pinned for good measure.

“Be a good boy and I won’t tie you up,” Deidara purred, rubbing his still clothed – Sasori bared his teeth in a snarl – body against Sasori’s vulnerable, and very sensitive, body parts. Deidara drew back then to give Sasori quite the strip tease and watched the redhead’s eyes trace the lines of the body he knew so well and loved so much. Still, Deidara watched the redhead’s eyes begin to glaze over, pushing his luck right up until the final moment when those beautiful dried blood gemstones became chips of dull red glass, and only then he moved to give his danna what he wanted.

He put his hands on Sasori’s thighs and pushed his legs once again up, pushed his knees up to his ears and positioned himself. Deidara wondered if he should give Sasori the same courtesy of preparation that the redhead gave him, but Sasori just shifted, taking the head of Deidara’s erection within him before the little burst of energy gave out.

“Just put it in, Deidara, please.” Sasori whispered, staring at his lover almost pleadingly. “Please.”

Deidara smiled, bent a bit to nuzzle the redhead and nip at his ear before he repositioned himself, took a breath and pushed in. Deidara gasped, eyes going wide at the feel of the redhead around him, hot and tight and oh my god, was –this– how –he– felt around Sasori? Their lovemaking schedule would have to change, because now Deidara wanted in on being on top if it was this amazing every time. Sasori arched as Deidara impaled him, his eyes closing so very slowly as he reveled in the feel of the blonde inside him. His lips parted to let out a whimper-like sound and Deidara shifted his hips, pushing even deeper into Sasori.

The redhead whimpered again, the blonde taking the hint and starting to move, at first very slow, drawing things out and reveling in the feelings. And then Sasori began to tighten, his lips parting to make soft little noises that Deidara would never admit openly that they were cute and sexy because he wanted to have more of this wonderful experience, more chances to have Sasori beneath him and begging even though he would never admit that he was. Another sound was drawn from the redhead when Deidara slammed into him rather viciously, this one of ultimate pleasure and Deidara knew he’d hit the redhead’s prostate, even if the thing was just a bundle of highly sensitive chakra threads imitating the said organ.

“Deidara,” Sasori gasped out, “–Please–!”

Deidara reveled in that moment, folding Sasori in half and slamming into him with all the strength he could muster, capturing the redhead’s mouth to silence those wonderful noises that Sasori was making just for him, just for them, just for this moment. They were moving together, hard, and Deidara knew Sasori would be bleeding that false blood when they were through, but this was so worth it.

Sasori’s breath hitched suddenly, his body arching and tensing, his inner walls clamping down on Deidara’s throbbing erection. Deidara cried out despite himself and felt his release upon him, combined with Sasori’s tightness. He felt his seed filling the empty spaces deeper within Sasori than where he could reach without sharp and incredibly harsh movements that would both hurt and piss off Sasori to the point Deidara wouldn’t be able to walk for months. They collapsed as one onto the bed and rode out the post-orgasm high clutching to one another for a long while after the sexual glow had subsided. Deidara shifted, withdrawing his softened member from Sasori’s body as he rolled to the side, shifting after a moment to slip his arms around his lover and pulled him close. They lay beside one another, Sasori curled up against Deidara’s side, held close by strong arms, panting softly.

Then Deidara began to snicker.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, you’re a doll, right?”

“Don’t say it.”

“That makes you my sex doll~!” Deidara cackled as Sasori glared at him, before those sultry lips curled into a pout. Deidara sobered up at that, realizing Sasori was very good at pouting. Deidara frowned. He was learning from their son. He knew it.

“Come on, Sasori-danna, it was just a joke. I won’t say it again. Don’t give me that look. Akashi gives me that look. Don’t give me that one either, Umi does that. Sasori!”

The redhead giggled softly. Deidara blinked, surprised, before giving a smile of his own to complement the redhead’s mirth. He hugged the slighter man closer to his body, offering protection and sacrifice in that one movement. When Sasori returned the hug, Deidara felt the acceptance of his offer. He also felt Sasori’s grip tighten around him as he rubbed his face against the blonde’s chest, making his own offer, so Deidara pet those soft red strands to soothe his lover to get him to relax.

“Sasori-danna?”

“…Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Deidara.”

The words were a soft caress to the blonde, so he let himself relax and listened to Sasori’s breathing even out, felt the man fall asleep beside him. Deidara watched his beloved danna for a long while, settled beside him. He finally put his head back down on the pillows and closed his eyes, hugging Sasori as close as he could before he too fell asleep, satisfied not just physically, but emotionally as well. He had Sasori. He had his family. He had all he wanted.