Satiate

The plan fell out. With his idiotic partner gone, Deidara lay prone in a pile of ruined ground by his own accord, staring at the sun and wishing it would burn him up.

A failed art project. The clay bomb had somehow exploded just before he popped it into his mouth, nearly destroying his entire upper half and knocking him backwards, face-up like a pretty fish that had long since died. The only feature now distinguishable in his now-charred visage was that lone blue eye, an icy sphere in a sea of white and pink veins. Oh, his face was ruined.

But it didn't matter. Wouldn't matter, anyway, in a few minutes. The dirt near him began to stir, began to ripple like water and siphon up as an all-too-familiar form appeared. It was that damn... plant. Thing. Zetsu.

Deidara regarded the other member apathetically. He would not beg for help, not utter a single word, in fact. Surely the grave look on the cannibal's face wasn't a good sign. Zetsu approached solemnly and began to kneel, slowly, methodically, and his eyes were like marbles.

"... Hn." The artist averted his gaze. The other man disgusted him. In his peripheral he could see ribbons of vein on the leaves were beginning to bloat, to pulse suddenly in an excited fashion. Those spiked leaves were preparing themselves for the task ahead. Zetsu's two-toned face remained unchanged, undecipherable. He felt like he should say something, but there wasn't much to say. Clearly Deidara knew what was coming next. So Zetsu lunged, suddenly, body twisting in an odd angle to allow his leaves to set to work. Deidara cried out, more startled than anything, at the swiftness of the man - but there was little time to marvel at that, as the blades of the leaves were now grinding together to sever him in half.

The pain was immense but short, as soon those sharp edges sawed off the lower torso and numbed nerve endings. It felt very strange to suddenly not have legs. Deidara watched with horror as the leaves moved together like some monstrous mouth, snapping and liquefying the meat, blood spraying in flecks all around. Inside the deadly cocoon the blood poured, washing over Zetsu's inner body like some divine bath, soaking his clothes. The massive trickle stopped tantalizingly just at his ribs, taunting a hardening cock that grew at the scent, the sight, the smell of the warm blood as he began devouring whatever meat was on the appendages he held.

Sickening chewing noises, wet and thick. It took only about five minutes for Zetsu to spit out the bones, coated with saliva and more blood. The leaves opened, stretching alarmingly wide as Zetsu's upper body was revealed again, drenched in the red liquid. His eyes were manic. The plantlike ninja lurched forward again at a helpless Deidara, positioning himself over the fellow member and staring him straight in the eye. His still hardened prick dug into the blonde's stomach, oozing a precum that was stickier than a regular man's due to his mutation.

"Mmm..." the cannibal's black side mused, his voice at a huskier tone than normal. "... You taste better than I thought." Drops of blood fell and landed on the artist's ruined face, sinking and trailing into the burnt cracks. Zetsu leaned forward, tongue venturing out and sliding along one bloodied abrasion; soft, almost sensual licking soon turned to rough abuse with the sharp tongue, lashing hard enough to tear off pieces of flesh. Deidara winced, what was left of his body tense and trembling. Why wasn't he dead yet?

Zetsu suddenly bit down, fangs sinking into the inviting mass of ripped flesh. He jerked his head back, tearing a piece and swallowing ravenously before going back for more, effectively creating a gaping hole in the side of a once-beautiful face. Zetsu twitched, waves of arousal coursing down his body and directing themselves at his cock, still stiff and demanding some sort of attention. Zetsu denied himself this. It was always more satisfying to cum at the moment he had consumed the last piece of a meal.

Standing up and opening the distance between their two warm bodies, the plantlike ninja eased his leaves gently around what was left of Deidara's body, which was now going into shock. The razorlike edges cradled the hunk of flesh, rised veins throbbing with anticipation as they secreted some type of deadly mucous as Venus flytraps do. They wouldn't close without their master's consent, but damned if they weren't on a hair trigger, all the more teased by tiny rivers of blood that inched down their sides. Zetsu regarded Deidara calmly. Finally, the man with almost angelic features was at the brink of death, and the plant would feel just a bit better about devouring him. "I actually did like your art," the white side mused to an ear that lacked listening capability anymore. The leaf edges undulated like centipede legs, drawing the mangled upper half closer to his face. For a moment Zetsu studied it, pupilless eyes boring into every wound, infliction, strand of distended hair.

A droplet of blood landed on Zetsu's right cheek.

As if elicited by the drip, his leaves violently snapped together, gnawing rabidly at what was then reduced to shapeless hunks of flesh, shoving the blood-saturated pieces into the mouth of their owner. Each mass swallowed fluidly, gorging a strange stomach that was meant to feed voraciously. A fragment of bone left in the meat was suddenly wolfed down unintentionally, causing a sudden choke. Zetsu gagged, in the process hacking up blood and allowing himself to fall to his knees. It was the perfect setup.

His cock spasmed, a heavy spurt of cum drenching his already-soaked cloak. Fuck, he was a mess. Zetsu leaned forward a bit, breathing heavily. Intense. He never pleasured himself, only allowing sweet release when it was time to dispose of a body. It made the task all the more enjoyable. He rose, glancing down at his Akatsuki garb, thoroughly drowned with blood, sweat, and semen.

A sigh. He supposed he'd have to clean himself up before returning to the base. After all, he merely let on that he was a cannibal - nothing was ever mentioned of the absolutely primal pleasure derived from eating one's own kind.