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Criminal	By : laurenloogie Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
Sasori was bitter about a lot of things. He was bitter about his past with Sunagakure, his present situation with the Akatsuki, and several issues in between. If one adjective had to describe him, 'bitter' fit the bill, even more so than 'ruthless' or 'sadistic', which were the two other words most commonly thrown in with the mention of his name. But what could he say? He had a lot to be bitter about, especially in the last few weeks. Deidara was high on the list - the blonde had caused him nothing but woe and muddled feelings ever since they became partners - and Kisame was up there too, even more so than usual.
Kisame had always gotten under his skin, both riling and strangely arousing him over the years. He wasn't the only one the swordsman affected in such a way - everyone in the Akatsuki had a confused, frustrated boner for Kisame. The bastard's animalistic appearance and blue skin seemed to spark a weird fetish in the back of people's minds. Kakuzu and Hidan wanted to team up on him in some sadomasochistic fashion, Konan and Pain stared at him in the guilty way one might stare at an exceptionally dirty picture in a porno mag, and Zetsu literally wanted to eat him. And Sasori was no better - the image of that exotic, blue body bound and bloodied was more than a little enticing.
Everyone ogled the swordsman but Itachi had always been the worst... the handsome Uchiha could have anyone he desired, yet it was glaringly obvious that he wanted Kisame and no one else. The way he looked at the man when he wasn't watching was intense enough to give the puppetmaster a chill - and it took a lot to disturb Sasori. The Uchiha's glare held a sick obsession that fringed on madness, and it had grown worse and worse over the years. How Kisame could be so oblivious to such a blatant thing eluded Sasori. The naivety of some people astounded him... yet he supposed that to the untrained eye, the issue wasn't nearly as obvious. After all, the puppetmaster's ability to read into people was like a sixth sense.
In his years of dissecting people both mentally and physically, Sasori had become extremely adept at analyzing the little nuances of human behavior... whether he wanted to or not, he saw things that were invisible to most. For instance, he was aware of Itachi's disease even though no one had ever divulged the information to him - incurable, chronically painful, eating away at both body and mind. Itachi also had a brain full of traumatic memories and the fact that he kept these bottled up deep inside greatly increased the severity of his sickness, the same way a small cut could cause a crippling infection if unattended. The result - a man so unstable Sasori could almost hear him ticking like a time bomb. The puppetmaster was also acutely aware of Kisame's various issues - his self-destructive eating disorder, his secret aversion to violence, his sad, obsessive love for Kirigakure. Buried beneath the swordsman's callous shell was a deeply empathetic soul, crippled with guilt... Sasori saw it with chilling clarity every time he looked the man in the eye. He wondered if anyone else was aware of it - perhaps even Kisame himself didn't know what a miserable fucker he really was.
All in all, Kisame and Itachi were two of the most screwed up people he'd ever met. The fact that they were partnered together was just... ridiculous. Sasori wished dearly that someone - anyone - besides himself could see the obvious danger the two posed to eachother and those around them. They shouldn't be anywhere near eachother, he seethed. If I ran this organization, I'd make sure they were a thousand miles apart at all times! In the past, he hadn't given a shit about the duo's issues, but now that Deidara was involved, it was suddenly all he could think about. He cared about the blonde far more than he wanted to, agonizing over his well-being like an overprotective parent. The fact that the younger man had chosen Kisame to be his lover made him more worried than jealous - it was just a matter of time before Itachi stepped in and did something horrible. The swordsman's battered appearance was proof that the Uchiha didn't approve of the relationship. Unfortunately, there wasn't much Sasori could do about the situation. Trying to dissuade Deidara from being with Kisame was utterly pointless, especially after what he'd done upon first hearing the news - as horny as it had been to tie the blonde down and make him cum, he'd lost the younger man's trust... what little had been there in the first place.
Well, there's no point in agonizing over it right now, he decided. I'll be lucky just to survive the day. The looming danger of the mission ahead was a far more pressing concern... going anywhere near one of Orochimaru's hideouts without a sensory type like Itachi was absolutely ludicrous. While all Akatsuki missions were dangerous, this topped the list. It made him wonder if Pain was even fit to be ordering people around - anyone with a level head on their shoulders would have canceled the operation by now.
Sasori had good reason to be critical - he knew Orochimaru better than anyone else in the Akatsuki and he was all too aware of the man's abilities. As a comrade, the sannin had been like a mentor to Sasori, sharing his vast knowledge of poisons and scientific methods, yet as a foe, he was one of the most dangerous men on earth. The puppetmaster would rather take his own life than be captured and subjected to the man's ruthless experiments. As he sat in the shade of a palm tree, giving Hiruko one last lookover, the urge to flee was strong - just the thought of becoming one of Orochimaru's test subjects chilled him to the core.
But if I leave, Deidara and Kisame will have to start the mission by themselves, he brooded. He couldn't care less about Kisame - if the swordsman died, it would actually make his life a lot simpler. But if anything were to happen to Deidara? Just the thought of it made him sick with dread.
Once he had thoroughly inspected Hiruko, he reverse-summoned the puppet into a scroll and stashed it in his clock. He hadn't felt like wearing the thing since reaching the coast - the nice weather and gorgeous scenery made him miss his senses more than ever, and walking around in his true form helped with the illusion that he could feel the pleasant breeze on his skin. Touch, taste, smell... it had been so long since he had posessed these senses that he could barely remember what they had felt like. If he were to suddenly regain them, the sensations would probably send him reeling. But he still missed it from time to time. If there had been a way to tranfer all the senses to his puppet body, he most certainly would have done it.
Sighing, he rose to his feet and started walking to the meeting site. Deidara had insisted that he show up a little late - the sheepish grin on the blonde's face had suggested that he was going to try to get laid. Perverted little bastard, Sasori mused, only slightly annoyed. Kisame's definitely got his hands full. Deidara was way more of a perv than his innocent appearance suggested... he'd revealed a few of his fantasies to the puppetmaster and most of them involved sadistically fucking Kisame in the ass or mouth. As ridiculous as the idea sounded, Sasori had to admit that it was pretty damn hot - he had the same fantasies himself, after all. The swordsman just had so much... potential...
There were many kinky possibilities when Kisame was the subject of a perverted daydream, but Sasori found one particular aspect to be especially enticing. Like many other Kiri shinobi who had been subjected to the brutal training methods of the Bloody Mist Village, Kisame was extremely subserviant - he'd been brainwashed into blindly following orders, engrained with the notion that he was just a mindless tool. One couldn't help but wonder if that obedience would hold up during sex. Would the swordsman suck dick and spread his legs if he was ordered to? Would he take a cock up his ass if it somehow pertained to a mission? Sasori couldn't fathom what kind of mission that would be... but the concept was still hot as hell. And he had a feeling that Kisame would let someone top him even without orders; most people with a personality like his enjoyed being degraded. If I was in Deidara's shoes, I'd definitely test out the theory, he thought. And I wouldn't go easy on him either... I'd torture the bastard until he begged for mercy! The Bloody Mist's methods would seem like child's play before I was through! He walked toward the beach with a liesurely pace, letting the idle fantasy unfold in his mind. It would have to be a brutal torture... he brooded. Perahps I'd tie him up and let everyone in the Akatsuki fuckin' gang rape him! That would show him! But I'd probably have to poison him beforehand so he'd be too weak to struggle... As he indulged in the mental imagery of Kisame half-dead and covered in cum, a wry smirk slid over his lips. Kisame was right about me yesterday, he mused. I'm a sadistic pervert in my mid-thirties disguised as an innocent fifteen year-old! But he was grateful for his deceptive appearance - he had a feeling that if he looked his age, it would be a lot more obvious what a sick fucker he was inside.
When he spotted Deidara and Kisame's forms on the beach, he was slightly disappointed that the two weren't tangeled together. His twisted fantasy had left him feeling horny and lecherous - it would have made his morning to spy on a heated sex scene from the cover of a dune. But as he drew nearer, part of his desire was sated when he saw that the two had obviously just fucked. Deidara's long hair was dripping wet and Kisame was impatiently wrestling his shoes onto his sandy feet. Apparently, they'd had just enough time to hastily bang then take a dip in the ocean. His eyes widened when he got close enough to see the expressions on their faces - Deidara looked absolutely smitten, his contented smirk contrasting Kisame's listless, hollow gaze. It was so obvious what had happened that Sasori didn't even have to wonder. Holy shit, so the brat actually got to be on top, he marveled, utterly shocked. How the hell did he get Kisame to do it?! He felt a pang of jealousy - toward Deidara, for once. He'd been fantasizing about penetrating that sharky bastard back when the blonde was sprouting his first pubic hair! Lucky little fucker, he seethed. He always gets what he wants!
"You're late," Kisame growled, snapping Sasori out of his thoughts.
"Oh, can it," the puppetmaster muttered, shooting Kisame a dry glare. "Would you rather I had shown up while you were getting fucked?"
The swordsman opened his mouth then shut it, a magenta blush coloring his cheeks as he floundered for words.
"Save your breath," Sasori sneered. "I was just screwing with you. I have no idea whether you just got ass-raped or not!" He narrowed his eyes and grinned wickedly. "But if I had to take a wild guess, I'd say that you did," he mused. "It's written all over your dumb fuckin' face."
"Damnit, Sasori," Deidara snapped, glaring furiously at the puppetmaster. "Do you have to be an asshole every second of your life?!"
"Don't call me an asshole after you just fucked one," Sasori replied acidly as he took a seat in the sand by the blonde. "Speaking of which, did you even get it in? Or did you just dry-hump his leg like a chihuaha trying to fuck a great dane?" He glanced back over at Kisame but quickly diverted his gaze - the swordsman's teeth were bared in a fierce snarl and his eyes were iced over with an utterly murderous rage. He looked like he was about to pounce on the redhead and rip out his heart. Hell hath no fury like a bastard scorned, he thought to himself, shifting uncomfortably.
After a few long minutes of heated silence, he rolled his eyes and sighed. "Lighten up, you two," he muttered. "You should both be used to my insults by now."
"I was waiting for an apology and instead you give me an excuse?" Kisame seethed. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" After a moment of waiting for a response, he cursed and dismissed the question with a half-hearted wave of his hand. "You know what, just forget it," he growled. "Hearing you talk is just giving me a headache."
"Likewise," Sasori sneered.
"Great. Once again, you two have deduced that you hate eachother," Deidara said sarcastically. "Good job. Now can we start planning out this mission?" He winced slightly when the two older men simultaneously shot him a glare. "Please?" he added meekly.
"Well, there's not much to plan out until we locate the hideout," Kisame stated, rubbing his temples. "And like Pain said, Deidara should be able to find it from the sky." He locked his eyes on the blonde's, wearing a stoic expression on his face in an attempt to hide his concern. "I want you to scan the area within a ten-mile diameter," he said. "Fly as high as you possibly can to avoid detection and if you see any sign of a structure, use your scope to zoom in if you have to. Do not swoop down lower to get yourself a first-hand look, got it? You're to keep yourself out of the range of detection no matter what and report back to us the second you see anything!"
"Shit, alright," Deidara repied sourly. "Don't burst a blood vessel!"
"I'm just trying to make myself clear," Kisame growled. "If you take this mission lightly, you'll end up getting captured."
Deidara looked like he was about to say another crass remark but Sasori cut him off. "Kisame's not exaggerating," he snapped. "We all have to treat this mission with the utmost caution, especially you! Don't drop your guard for a second!" He realized that he had just unwittingly backed up the swordsman but he was too worried to let it bother him.
"Fine, I get it," Deidara said sullenly, the look on his face suggesting that his pride was wounded. He rose to his feet and quickly produced a clay hawk, expanding it with a flicker of his fingers. When he jumped lightly onto the bird's back, the only thing preventing him from taking off right then was another mutual glare from his comrades.
"You have one hour," Kisame stated bluntly. "If you're not back by then, I'm going to assume you ran into trouble."
"And then what?" Deidara sneered. "You'll worry even more?"
"Then we'll come looking for you, you prick," Sasori growled. "So be back here within an hour!"
The impetuous pout that had been curving the blonde's lips finally disappeared. "Okay, I understand," he relented - it was obvious he was putting forth a fair amount of effort to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. "It shouldn't take me that long but I'll make sure not to lose track of time." He pulled his scope out of his cloak and fastened it to the side of his face. The apparatus had been utterly wrecked after the blonde's mission with Kisame... Sasori had spent a fair amount of time repairing it and, of course, waterproofing it. "I'll be back soon," Deidara said lightly. He grinned and gave a half-hearted salute as the hawk left the ground with a few brisk flaps of its wings. Neither man returned the salute - they were both too concerned to anything but stare sullenly at the blonde as he flew away. Sasori looked over at Kisame... the man's mouth was open slightly as if he wanted to shout 'come back!'
Damn this mission, he seethed, inwardly cursing Pain, Orochimaru, and the entire rotten shinobi world.
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