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Criminal	By : laurenloogie Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-massacre
- 2-ruthless
- 3-tsukiyomi
- 4-obvious
- 5-barracks
- 6-bind
- 7-luck
- 8-heat
- 9-break
- 10-grief
- 11-thin
- 12-creep
- 13-switch
- 14-rant
- 15-battles
- 16-capture
- 17-undisclosed
- 18-drugs
- 19-snake
- 20-infiltration
- 21-color
- 22-escape
- 23-used
- 24-possession
- 25-cold
- 26-trap
- 12
- 13
- 14
Warning - DeiKisa. That's all.

Kisame spent a long time trying to remember what the hell had happened to him last night with little luck. The last thing he remembered was punching Deidara in the face then uncorking a bottle of sake. Everything after that - if there had even been anything - was completely blank. Had he immediately passed out after taking a sip? Had he gone on a drunken tear, chasing the blonde across the beach with a blacked-out boner? Or perhaps he had done something even more ridiculous, although he couldn't think of what that could possibly be. All he knew was that he had a wretched hangover.
Even stranger was his dream about Fuguki. He hadn't had such vivid dreams of his long-dead superior in years, especially accompanied by an embarrassing nocturnal emission. I thought I locked those memories up and threw away the key, he told himself sluggishly. Why the hell did it all surface? Perhaps it had something to do with his ordeal with Itachi, although he wasn't certain. Sure, I screwed Fuguki for money, he thought, but it wasn't a terrible experience. I never considered it to be rape. In fact, it had been nearly the opposite. He had felt a strange empowerment in his influence over his senpai... seeing such a cold and ruthless person gasp and shiver from his touch had been exhilerating.
That one night hadn't been the only time they'd fucked, either - it went on for almost a year after that, once or twice every few weeks. He had found himself anticipating the next rendevous, masturbating frequently to the thought of Fuguki bending him into different positions like a fuck-toy. Eventually, his superior had preferred him to ride on top - he'd lay there completely still as Kisame writhed on his cock, letting the younger man get himself off before finally grabbing him by the hips and grinding into him until he came.
Goddamnit, Kisame brooded, forcing himself to snap out of his thoughts. His cock was fully erect, jutting out of his unbuttoned pants. Frustrated, he wondered where the hell Deidara was - suddenly, the idea of physical contact didn't sound so repulsive. I guess I can't go looking for him with a boner, he decided. Knowing my luck, I'll end up running into Sasori. He glanced around to find no sign of either man's presence nearby. The sun was just barely rising, casting muted shades of pink and purple over the night sky... they were probably still asleep. Guess I'll just jerk off again, he thought sourly.
He masturbated to a weird combination of fucking and getting fucked, first envisioning Deidara squirming on his cock before mentally switching roles, imagining himself degraded and stripped of pride as Fuguki used his body like it was no more than an expendable object. When he reached orgasm, he clamped a hand over his mouth like his senpai used to do to muffle his cries, moaning into his palm as he spilled his seed. After his climax faded, his thoughts eventually drifted to the unpleasant reality of what had happened to Fuguki. He got fat, lost his sex drive, and became even more of a humorless dick, he brooded. He had a feeling that the man's weight gain had been stress related - selling information to the enemy for personal profit was a sin that would weigh heavily on even the most callous soul. And then I murdered him and took his sword, he recalled bitterly, but I was just following orders. So goes the story of my life.
In the past, it had hurt him to an insane degree just to think about the incident - it had birthed a number of issues, including his drinking binge in the few years that followed, as well as his borderline eating disorder. Even a decade later, he still vaguely considered eating food to be a form of debauchery, subconsciously remembering his mentor's miserable obesity every time he picked up a pair of chopsticks. When his mental state was crippled, such as it had been in the last week, his latent issues festered into a dysfunction strong enough to overpower the will to live. Starvation was a slow and painful way to leave the world... yet in the past few days, it had become more of an unchangeable reality than an option.
But for some reason, he didn't feel as utterly starved as he had last night. Hangover aside, he didn't have that same dull haze over his senses - everything was a lot clearer. Did I eat something? he wondered incredulously. The notion sounded prepostrous but there was no doubt that he had somehow regained some stamina. Maybe I drained Deidara's chakra, he brooded. He couldn't imagine doing anything that would harm the blonde... but as blacked out as he had been, it was a possibility.
Whatever... he thought. There's no point in guessing. I don't remember shit! He rose to his feet and popped his back, surprised that his muscles weren't protesting as much as usual. Since he had some time before it got light out, he decided to hunt around for a freshwater source. His canteen was almost empty, plus he really needed to wash his hands.
* * *
Deidara was shocked to find Kisame waiting patiently at the meeting site - he had been assuming that the swordsman would be the last one awake. On the contrary, the man was bright-eyed and alert as if he had been up for hours. If he was hungover, he certainly wasn't letting it show.
"Morning," he said hesitantly as he took a seat next to Kisame in the sand. He wanted to say 'I'm sorry' or 'how did you sleep?' but held his tongue when he saw no signs of rage or suspicion on the swordsman's features.
"Yah," Kisame murmured, squinting at the sun rising over the sea. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand before looking over at the blonde. "Hey... did I do anything stupid last night?" he asked slowly. "I fuckin' blacked out."
"No, you were fine," Deidara replied, choosing his words carefully. "You even ate a food pill... don't you remember?" Hopefully the answer was 'no'.
Kisame shook his head. "That's hard to believe," he muttered. "I haven't been able to hold down anything solid lately... Maybe being hammered helped."
Maybe I forced it down your throat with a boner, Deidara thought to himself, fidgeting nervously with the edges of his sleeves. "Well, I'm glad you took it," he sighed. "You look a lot better today. You're more... alert."
Kisame's response was a shrug and a muttered curse - he looked embarrassed and slightly baffled. "Did we, um, screw around at all?" he asked after a pause. "Because I had the weirdest dream... jerked off in my fuckin' sleep."
Deidara stifled a snort of laughter. "No, we didn't screw around," he said. "You passed out before I could put the moves on you." He bit his lip when he thought about how he had molested the swordsman, being dominant for the first time in his life. "What was your dream about?" he asked. "Sounds like it was pretty sexy."
A bemused grin slid over Kisame's lips. "I was back in Kiri," he stated. "Getting, err.... fucked by someone."
A blush heated Deidara's cheeks and blood rushed to his groin. "Getting fucked?" he stammered. "By a guy?"
"My superior," Kisame murmured. "We used to screw quite a lot before he got fuckin' fat."
"Um," Deidara stuttered, astonished. "Who, Fuguki?!" In his long obsession with Kisame, he had scrounged up a photo of the previous wielder of Samehada - the man did not look attractive. Although if he was thin... he pondered, trying to form a mental image. Yah, I guess I can see it. Considering he was undoubtedly going to jerk off thinking about the two banging in the near future, coming up with some sexy imagery was crucial. "So... lemme get this straight," he said, fighting an impulse to start rubbing his cock through his pants. "Fuguki was... on top?!"
"Damnit, it was a long time ago, okay?" Kisame growled, shifting uncomfortably.
"But..."
"Yes, he was on top! Now drop it!" The swordsman's cheeks were blushing a pretty shade of violet.
Deidara inched a little closer so that their legs were touching. "You told me you'd never been with a man before," he said softly. When he placed a hand on Kisame's thigh, he was delighted to find that the older man didn't shy away.
"Yah, well... I lied," Kisame muttered, his gaze fluttering over the blonde. "I don't like to tell people about it."
Deidara bit his lip and cautiously slid his hand up the swordsman's thigh, making the older man's breath hitch. "Then why did you tell me?" he asked. Is it because you want me to fuck you? he thought, nearly delerious with perverted thoughts.
"I don't know," Kisame sighed. "I think I'm still drunk." He looked down at the blonde's hand then back up, an unreadable expression on his face. "Stop hitting on me, Deidara," he growled. "We have a dangerous mission to plan out, remember?" His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the beach. "And where the hell is Sasori?" he asked.
Deidara smirked and continued his groping, inching his fingers closer to Kisame's groin. "He's probably not gonna show up for another half-hour, at least," he said. "We had an argument last night and I tossed Hiruko into the ocean. He's got the stupid thing all disassembled so he can rinse out the saltwater."
Kisame cursed under his breath. "Ridiculous," he muttered. He looked as though he was about to ask what the argument was about but held his tongue.
"I was trying to fish," Deidara explained, grinning. "With bombs." Met with an incredulous glare, he added, "I don't know a thing about catching fish! Iwa's landlocked!"
"Well, you're not supposed to bomb them," Kisame growled. "No wonder Sasori got mad at you!"
Deidara shrugged, his face hot with lust more than embarrassment. "I gave you my last food pill," he said softly as his fingers wandered over to the swordsman's cock. "I was hungry." He bit his lip as he cautiously grasped Kisame's shaft through his pants - it was half-hard, as if confused. "Either way, we have some time to kill before he shows up," he sighed.
"You're relentless," Kisame murmured. He warily scanned the beach again, perhaps looking for an excuse not to fool around - it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. The only obvious thing was his erection, stiffening in the blonde's persistant grasp. When he leaned back onto one arm and muttered a curse, Deidara decided it was the closest thing he was going to get to an invitation. He grabbed the swordsman by the hair and pulled him in for a kiss, trying not to be rough in his excitement. Kisame tensed briefly - for a second he seemed as though he was going to throw a punch - before hesitantly letting their mouths press together.
The contact ran a thrill down Deidara's spine and self-control left him immediately. He'd been yearning for this moment ever since they'd last parted ways, obsessing over it. Kisame's slick mouth was even more inviting than he remembered - he couldn't help but hungrily invade it with his tongue, his fingers eagerly twisting the man's thick hair. I'll take you right here in the sand, he thought deleriously as he straddled the swordsman's lap and forced him to lay down beneath him. Kisame growled a muffled curse, his eyes narrowed. When their lips finally parted, he was breathing quickly, shock evident on his sharp features. He'd probably been assuming Deidara would act shy and passive like he had in the past.
"Damnit, Deidara," he sighed, his hands resting tentatively on the blonde's hips. "You're acting like a bitch in heat!"
A grin played hotly over the blonde's lips as he groped Kisame's bare chest, rubbing his thumb over the man's left nipple until it was hard as a little pebble. "I want you so bad it hurts," he breathed. He leaned down and tongued the swordsman's nipple, biting it lightly until Kisame squirmed and groaned beneath him, his cock fully erect. This is just like my fantasy, he thought feverishly. Maybe I'm dreaming! As he moved down further, pausing to run his tongue around the man's navel before sinking to the waistline of his pants, Kisame panted and bucked his hips, his slender body moving in the same enticing way he'd imagined last night. He was so eager to strip off the swordsman's pants that he nearly ripped them in his haste.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Kisame growled breathlessly, watching in shock as Deidara roughly tugged off one pant leg, not even bothering to take his sandal off first.
"I don't know," Deidara breathed, hungrily running his hands over the swordsman's bare thighs. "What do you want me to do?" The irony that Kisame had said this to him the first time they'd fucked didn't escape him.
The expression on Kisame's face was unforgettable - a raw blend of lust and anxiety. "I have absolutely no idea what I want," he murmured. His motions were stiff and hesitant as he reached up and ripped open Deidara's cloak. "Take that shit off," he growled, blushing. "I don't want to fuck on this sand."
The blonde eagerly complied, laying the cloak over the ground and impatiently wrestling Kisame onto it. If the swordsman was actually going to let him be on top, he wanted to get in his cock as quickly as possible before the man changed his mind. He wet his fingers with his mouth, dizzy with disbelief, then guided them between Kisame's legs.
"Goddamnit!" Kisame huffed, his eyes wide as Deidara slipped a finger into his ass. "Are you serious?!"
"I've never been more serious about anything in my life!" Deidara gasped, his face on fire. Kisame's passage was slick and tight, squeezing his finger as he forced it in to the knuckle. He groaned and bit his lip as he began to thrust it in and out, trying and failing not to be too rough in his haste. Kisame's breath hitched, shock paling his features - it was obvious that he had not been expecting this to happen. Yet his cock was hard as steel, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. Deidara bent down and licked the head as he thrusted, loving the way the swordsman's slick seed felt against his tongue. He teased the shaft for a minute, flicking his tongue over the sensitive underside, then took it in his mouth. Kisame shivered and bucked his hips, his hands clenching the cloak beneath him so hard the knuckles were white - it was clear that getting treated this way turned him on immensely.
I can't believe he's letting me do this, Deidara thought, so horny he could barely stand it. Who would have thought that someone like him would enjoy being on the bottom?! When he inserted a second finger, Kisame panted a curse and squirmed eagerly, his cock thrusting hungrily into the younger man's mouth. Deidara groaned, indulging in the feel of both penetrating and being penetrated as he scissored his fingers.
Suddenly, Kisame grabbed the blonde by the arm and pulled him on top of him. "Come on," he breathed. "If Sasori shows up right now, I will literally kill you!" He quickly unfastened Deidara's pants and pulled out his cock, grasping it tightly. "Spit on it," he growled, his rough voice bizarrely contrasting the vulnerable expression on his face. As Deidara wet his dick, he couldn't help but drink in the beauty of the moment - Kisame's lithe, exotic body was sprawled beneath him for the taking, his blue skin glistening like a mirage in the early morning light. He wished he could capture this image and dwell on it for an eternity... every detail was breathtaking, almost profound. He imagined this was the way an explorer felt when they reached the summit of some remote, unscaled mountain - an overwhelming mixture of awe and triumph.
"Stop ogling me and put in your damn cock," Kisame huffed, breaking Deidara's elaborate train of thought. "If you keep hesitating, you'll be the one getting fucked!"
"Sorry," Deidara breathed. "I was just relishing in the moment!" He gasped when Kisame impatiently guided his cock to his ass, rubbing the slick tip against the spot. The sensation was thrilling - he bit his lip and cautiously pushed, then cursed softly when the head slipped in. The only thing he'd ever fucked until now was his own hand... there was no doubt that Kisame's ass felt a million times better. When the swordsman grabbed his hip and forced him to bury his cock the rest of the way, he nearly fainted from the pleasure.
"Fuck," Kisame panted, glaring down at himself. He squirmed and tightened his grip on Deidara's hip, roughly urging the younger man to start thrusting in and out. The only sign that the intrusion was painful was a little furrow of his eyebrows - the rest of his body betrayed nothing but a furious, eager lust. As Deidara obeyed the swordsman's rough commands, slamming his cock in to the hilt with each thrust, he was amazed at how different the man acted in this situation than he did himself - where he was shy and afraid, Kisame was brazen and aggressive, somehow still dominant even with a cock up his ass. In this aspect, reality diverged from the blonde's fantasy of Kisame blushing and crying like a whimpering virgin. But it was still hot - even hotter, if that was possible.
"Go faster, you bitch!" Kisame growled between breathless sighs, wrapping his legs around Deidara's waist like a vice.
"In this situation," Deidara panted, a crooked grin sliding over his lips, "I think you're the bitch." He glared hotly at the naked, blue body writhing beneath him as he increased his pace, stabbing his cock into the tight passage as far as it would go with each thrust. When he grazed his thumb over Kisame's lips, the swordsman growled feverishly, his breath hitching in his throat. Deidara groaned a curse, relishing in the thought of penetrating the man in both the mouth and ass, then slipped two fingers in, pushing them past his sharp teeth and into the wet heat beyond. Kisame's eyes were half-lidded and insanely bright as the blonde finger-fucked his mouth - he looked utterly vulnerable, as if being violated in this way was much more intense than being fucked in the ass. Deidara reminded himself that just hours earlier, a tiny food pill sliding down the man's throat had brought him to hysteria. He could see that same fear now in the swordsman's eyes, a deep-seated phobia - yet it was hazed over with lust. When he looked down, he was shocked to see that Kisame was grasping his cock, stroking himself in rythym with the thrusts.
"Fuck, Kisame," he gasped, choking on his words. "You're gonna make me cum!" The swordsman's response was a crazed, flushed glare - his body was tense and his cock was wet with precum in his hand. Beside himself with lust, Deidara slipped his fingers out of Kisame's mouth and replaced them with his tongue, furiously fucking the wet heat until the swordsman moaned desperately beneath him and shuddered, his legs clamped painfully around the blonde's waist as he spilled his seed. Spurred on by Kisame's orgasm, Deidara followed a split second later, coating the tight passage with cum until he was spent.
It took both men a while after that to even bother moving - the shock of what they had just done was as intense as the orgasm. Deidara could tell Kisame was in a state of disbelief, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he absently stroked the blonde's back. When Deidara finally pulled out and lifted himself up, the swordsman looked pale and exhausted. He wondered with a pang of guilt if he had made a mistake in being so aggressive.
"Are you alright?" he asked hesitantly, his heart beating quickly in his chest.
"Yah," Kisame said after an unnerving pause. He looked off to the side, a listless expression on his face. "I just haven't done that in a really long time..." Where he had been as see-through as glass minutes earlier, it was once again impossible to tell what he was thinking. He was still looking away when he struggled to a sitting position, his hair sticking up in disheveled spikes. "Let's wash up in the ocean before Sasori gets here," he stated blandly.
"Umm... alright," Deidara murmured. He felt an urge to comfort the swordsman, although he wasn't sure for what specifically. When they had both shed their remaining clothes, he tentatively reached over and touched Kisame's back, rubbing it gently. A flash of emotion flickered over the man's eyes before vanishing - it was so brief it was as if hadn't even happened. But in that split second, he had seen a raw vulnerability... perhaps a desire to be comforted.
Kisame stiffly rose to his feet and shed his headband so that his hair hung over his eyes, hiding whatever secret they held. "Hurry up," he growled. He turned and stalked rigidly into the water, slipping past the waves with an ease that suggested he'd done this a million times before. Deidara awkwardly followed, losing his footing a few times as the waves crashed against him. Once he had finally made it past the break, Kisame was so far away he was nearly invisible, his blue skin blending elusively with the water.
Damnit, Deidara seethed, squinting at the swordsman's vague outline. We were so close I was literally inside him... yet still I know nothing about him! Sure, he knew bits and pieces - but the real man and what he'd been through remained a mystery, revealed only in those occasional, heartbreaking glimpses into his eyes.
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