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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
After dozing off for a while, the two headed back to the hideout. The wind was in their favor so they were there by nightfall. Deidara landed in a small clearing about a quarter mile out, making the clay birds disappear with a quick handsign. He sighed and popped his back, feeling a little drained. It had been a long day.
"Gah... my ears won't pop," Kisame muttered, shifting Samehada on his back. "Why do you insist on descending so fast?"
"Stop being such a pussy," Deidara growled. The blunt fact that their mission was over had put him in a sullen mood. He didn't want to seperate from Kisame... at all. He had a feeling that Kisame was feeling the same way - the swordsman had a bland, mildly irritated expression on his face.
They walked to the hideout in silence, unsure of what to say to eachother. When they were standing by the sealed entrance, Kisame put a hand on the blonde's shoulder, urging him to stop. "Hang on a minute," he said.
"What is it?" Deidara asked, turning to face the taller man. Kisame unshouldered Samehada and ripped off a little piece of its binding.
"Your neck," he mumbled. "I bit it, remember?"
"Oh," Deidara said. He felt the bite with his fingers... the teeth marks were little scabs, forming a ring on the side of his neck. It would be impossible to explain it if anyone saw... he had completely forgotten about it. Kisame pulled out a kunai and walked over to a pine tree, scoring it lightly until a few beads of sap came out. He rubbed the sap onto the edges of the cloth then stuck it unceremoniously onto Deidara's neck, shrugging as if to say, I'd like to see you do better. "Thanks..." the blonde muttered.
"Yah, well... rumors spread fast in this organization," Kisame stated. "I swear these people are worse than schoolgirls."
"Yeah," Deidara sighed, reflecting on the fact. Zetsu was probably the worst... his abilities to sneak about unnoticed weren't always used for useful information gathering, and the white half really liked to blab. Hidan was a close second - the newest member talked so much it seemed as though his mouth never even shut. But everyone was guilty of it. Between missions there just wasn't much to do other than sit around and talk shit. Being Akatsuki wasn't nearly as glamorous as it sounded... sometimes it was flat-out lame.
"Alright, let's go," Kisame said. He looked down at the blonde as he formed a few quick handsigns. "And believe me... we'll do this again," he stated with a smirk.
"Damn straight," Deidara replied, trying not to blush.
The thicket of trees before them vanished, wavering as the illusion dissipated, and a round hatch appeared in the ground. This hideout was nothing like the vast, echoing caverns they used for sealing biju. It was just a rough underground barracks, equipped with basic necessities. As Deidara followed Kisame down the metal rungs, his senses were greeted with the unpleasant reality of the place. It was damp, claustrophobic, and smelled kind of like a wet dog. They walked down a narrow hallway, their shadows flickering in the light of oil lamps, and turned a corner to the living quarters, which was just an identical hallway lined with doors.
Deidara sighed wearliy, already feeling depressed. "I gotta find Sasori," he mumbled, his voice sounding muffled and flat against the cement walls.
"He's probably where you left him," Kisame said. They approached the end of the hallway, where there was a slightly bigger door - the weaponry. A reek of preservatives hit their noses, verifying Kisame's theory.
"Ugh," Deidara said aloud. His motions felt forced as he knocked on the door. A muffled voice snapped something in response... nose wrinkled, the blonde let himself in, Kisame following behind him with a bemused smirk. The swordsman didn't give a shit about art but he had a weird penchant for morbid crap... he always liked to peek his head in when Sasori was 'creating.'
"Deidara," the puppetmaster stated, as if the word tasted bad. The blonde sullenly rolled his eyes, trying not to look as disgusted as he felt. Sasori had transformed the room into a bloody art gallery... human puppets hung from the walls in various stages of completion and buckets of entrails were scattered about, some of them so full they were overflowing. Sasori, incongruously innocent looking without Hiruko, had on a bloodied lab coat and was mixing something in a vial.
"Nice," Kisame sneered, grinning sharkily as he looked around.
"How's it going?" Sasori said, nodding at the swordsman. "Did the brat give you any trouble?"
"Nah," Kisame repied. "I didn't have to lift a finger. His jutsu fit the mission, heheh." Sasori looked the swordsman up and down then shot him a weird, suspicious glare as if to say, that's clearly not all that happened. "Well, I gotta find Itachi," Kisame said quickly. "Later..."
"Screw you," Deidara mumbled as the swordsman slipped out of the room. Once alone with his partner, he did a mental countdown as the two glared at eacthother.
Three... two... one...
"How did you both lose your jackets?" Sasori demanded, right on queue. "And-"
"Piss off, freak," Deidara growled. "I'm not in the mood."
"Don't cut me off," Sasori snapped. The blonde hadn't even noticed Hiruko's empty shell in the corner until its scorpion-like tail lashed out, piercing the cement wall behind his head as he narrowly dodged.
"For crying out loud, Sasori," Deidara huffed. That cursed tail had whipped his ass more times than he could count. "We just forgot them, that's all." He turned his back, trying not to wince as he briefly opened himself up for another strike. "I'm gonna take a shower," he growled, slipping out the door and shutting it firmly behind him.
* * *
"Itachi's doing better... but he should still be confined to bedrest for at least-"
"I didn't ask you," Kisame growled, pushing the medic ninja aside as he barged into the room. The girl shot him a glare but bit her tongue - she had been sent here from Amegakure to tend to Itachi and it was very apparent that she hadn't had a choice. His partner was lying in bed, his head propped up with a few pillows. "How do you feel?" he asked, glancing around the makeshift ward for evidence - when he had left days earlier, there had been wastebaskets full of tissues, spattered with coughed-up blood.
"I'm fine," Itachi rasped. He coughed into his hand a few times then sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Kisame shrewdly noticed that his partner's cough hadn't contained any blood. "We have a mission in the morning," the younger man added, his voice weak.
"With all respect, sir-"
Kisame gave the girl another push, narrowing his eyes. "Go away," he hissed.
"But-"
He grabbed the medic by the collar and roughly escorted her out of the room, leaving her glaring in the hallway as he slammed the door. All medics say the same thing, he brooded. There's no cure. When he looked back at Itachi the younger man smirked wearily.
"So... you're feeling better?" Kisame asked, crossing his arms.
"Why don't you ask her?" Itachi replied, mildly bemused. "But I'm fine... how was your mission?"
Kisame suppressed a smirk. "It went surprisingly well," he said. "Deidara's a lot stronger than I thought he'd be. I didn't have to do shit."
Itachi's eyes narrowed slightly, giving Kisame a mild chill. "You look beat up," he observed, glancing over the new array of scars on the swordsman's chest. "What happened?"
"The brat has a temper, that's all," Kisame growled. "It wasn't a big deal."
"Oh," Itachi said. After an unnerving pause, he coughed again and added, "You were probably picking on him, weren't you?"
A grid slid over Kisame's lips. "Of course I was," he said. "But he got over it when I kicked his ass." He shifted Samehada on his back, contemplating. He's not over his grudge with Itachi, though, he told himself. He had thought telling the blonde about the Tsukiyomi would dissuade him from picking a fight with the Uchiha... but in retrospect, it had probably only fueled his rage.
"What's our mission?" he asked, pushing away the concern for the time being.
"Spying," Itachi sighed. "Your favorite."
"Ugh. That sucks," Kisame growled. "On who?"
Itachi shrugged. "Pain is considering a contract with Iwa... But before he takes it, he wants us to spy on the Tsuchikage's closest shinobi and see if they leak any information. Apparently the geezer's too conniving to be trustworthy."
"Well, if he's thinking of hiring Akatsuki, of course he's not trustworthy," Kisame mused, smirking. "What're the ninja's names we're spying on?"
"Kurotsuchi and Akatsuchi," Itachi said.
"Huh." Kurotsuchi... that name sounded familiar. Suddenly he remembed what Deidara had told him and a snort of laughter escaped his lips.
"What's so funny?" Itachi asked.
"Ah, nothing," Kisame lied, grinning. "I'm gonna get some sleep... when are we taking off?"
Itachi shrugged. "Dawn, I guess," he said. "Is that okay?"
"Yah, of course," Kisame replied, trying not to sound cynical. The days when Itachi had to beat the swordsman's hungover ass to get him out of bed were long past. "Well... rest up," he said. "Should I let that medic back in?"
"No," said Itachi, waving his hand dismissively. "I don't need any more medicine." He sighed, looking pensive. "We're supposed to kill her when she's served her purpose," he muttered.
Kisame snorted. "Well..." he pondered, "Maybe Sasori wants another puppet..."
* * *
The girl went without a fight... she'd been expecting it. Kisame tried to give her as painless a death as possible, snapping her neck, but she had still writhed around in agony before dying, making him wish he had just beheaded her. Once the deed was done, he dragged the corpse down the hall and dumped it unceremoniously into the weaponry.
"What's that?" Sasori growled. He was in the process of cleaning up - the buckets of gore had been disposed of and there was a strong odor of antiseptic in the air.
Kisame shrugged. "Thought you might be able to use it," he said.
"No," Sasori stated flatly. "I don't have time. Deidara and I are leaving on a mission in the morning." He glanced at the cadaver, his face expressionless. "Plus, I have no need for a medic puppet. What am I gonna do? Heal my opponents to death?"
The swordsman sighed wearily. He had to bite his tongue to keep from saying, you could use it to heal Deidara, but obviously you only care about yourself. "Well fuck it then," he said instead. "I'll go bury it." He hoisted the corpse over his shoulder and made for the door. "Oh, just out of curiosity... what's your mission?" he asked.
"Pain got a contract to do a few hits," Sasori said. Met with Kisame's questioning glare, he sighed and added, "Some Kumo ninja. Don't know who the contract is with and frankly I don't care."
"Huh," Kisame mumbled. "Usually Kakuzu does the bounties."
A little grin flickered over Sasori's lips. "Kakuzu's probably busy tentacle-raping Hidan," he snickered. "I guess Zetsu saw them getting all.. sadomasocistic..."
"Oh yah?" Kisame said. "I saw that one coming a mile away."
"Zetsu said Hidan had a bunch of senbon pierced through his-"
"Feh! I've heard enough." The swordsman quickly made his exit, giving Sasori a half-hearted wave as he abruptly shut the door. As much as he secretly enjoyed hearing gossip, he couldn't handle it right now. He was too wrapped up in the fact that he and Deidara were inevitably going to be the next targets... it was just a matter of time.
* * *
Deidara had already spent half an hour showering, and when he tried unsuccessfully to run a comb through his tangled hair, he prepared himself to spend half an hour more. At least. He sighed and sat himself down at a bench, a towel wrapped around his waist.
The shower was just as unimpressive as every other room in the hideout... a pipe ran along the wall dotted with showerheads, the floor was the same cold cement as the ceiling and walls, and a few metal benches and lockers were huddled in the corner. He'd seen a prison shower... and this was decidedly worse. But at least the water was hot and there was soap - a small step up from batheing in a river.
He hadn't combed out more than half of the tangles when he heard the door open. Oh shit, my neck, he fretted, glancing hopelessly around the barren room for something to cover it with. Kisame's makeshift bandage had fallen off the second it had gotten wet. Finally he just hung his hair over it, hoping whoever it was wouldn't notice.
"Heh, for crying out loud, just relax." He looked up to find Kisame towering over him, dripping sweat and covered head-to-toe in dirt and blood.
"Gah, back off," the blonde hissed, inwardly sighing with relief. "You'll get me dirty just standing near me." He looked over the swordsman again - even Samehada was filthy, making tatters of its bindings as it flexed its spines uncomfortably. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked.
"Just... stupidity," Kisame muttered. "I had to kill one of our hostages and bury them outside... And then a few shinobi passed by and saw me... so I had to dig a bigger hole."
Deidara snorted. "Sounds exciting," he said. "What village were they from?"
"Suna, I think," Kisame said as he unshouldered Samehada and laid it on the floor. "I didn't pay much attention... I was too busy shredding them to pieces." As Samehada wriggled its way out of the bindings, Deidara noticed little chunks of human flesh caught in its spines.
"How nice," Deidara murmured. Killing shinobi without warrant was strickly forbidden... but when the location of a hideout was at stake, it was absolutely neccessary to make sure no one got away alive. It was one of the few exceptions to the rules. "I'm a little jealous," he admitted.
Kisame flashed the blonde a jagged grin as he got undressed. "Don't worry, you'll get to snag a few shinobi on your mission," he said.
"My mission?"
The swordsman laughed outloud then explained.
"Huh," Deidara said. "I haven't seen the Land of Lightning in years. It's pretty."
Kisame scoffed as he walked over to the shower, Samehada leaving a trail of blood as it scooted along behind him. "Yeah, I suppose. But the Raikage's turned Kumogakure into a bunch of dumb bodybuiders," he said. "Brick-headed jocks, the lot of them." He shrugged, gesturing with a bar of soap. "They're strong, don't get me wrong..." he relented. "But bodybuilding is pure vanity... and women don't even like that crap."
"Neither do men," Deidara added with a smirk.
"Heheh..." Kisame turned on the water, cursing loudly as he briefly scalded himself before adjusting it. Deidara sighed, returning his attentions to his tangled hair, but he couldn't stop himself from staring at the swordsman as he showered. The man was just so damn handsome... his body was slender yet ripped, the result of a brutal lifestyle, not lifting weights. Battlescars nicked his otherwise flawless blue skin, some of which looked like the result of near-fatal injuries... having Samehada around to heal him had probably given him a longer lifespan, though not necessarily an easier one. Every aspect of Kisame's appearance conveyed ruthless perserverence through a life of violence.
"Damnit..." the swordsman muttered, cutting off Deidara's train of thought. "Sometimes I wish Samehada wasn't so spiky..." He knelt down and began to tediously pick all the chunks of flesh out of the sword's spines. Deidara suppressed a laugh - it was like looking at a warped, sadistic image of a boy and his dog. Samehada's tongue was hanging out of its frightening maw and its tail contentedly thumped against the wet cement... it was definitely the happiest creature in the entire compound. The blonde had a feeling that Samehada was happy no matter what, as long as it was by its master's side. If I could be by Kisame's side all day, I'd probably be happy too, he thought to himself.
As he methodically combed the knots out of his hair, he reflected on the thought. It had only been roughly a day since they had hooked up, but his desire for Kisame had already grown into something deeper. He could barely stand the fact that they were going to go their seperate ways in the morning... and frankly, the emotions baffled him. When he had left behind Iwagakure - his friends, his lovers, his entire life - he hadn't felt a thing. In fact, he'd been convinced that the concept of a 'bond' was nothing more than a tool to inspire teamwork amongst shinobi. He had never thought that bonds really existed... until now.
The squeaky groan of the water turning off snapped Deidara out of his thoughts. He looked over to find both swordsman and sword clean; the only evidence remaining of their brawl was a few chunks of flesh stuck in the metal drain. Kisame sauntered up to the lockers and grabbed out two towels, his wet skin glistening. Grinning, he tossed one onto Samehada before drying himself off, rubbing the towel over his hair until it stuck out in haphazard spikes.
"Pretty," Deidara murmured.
"Ha, I'm still not ruling out the possibility that you have a concussion," Kisame said as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "I don't think that word has ever been used to describe me." He took a seat next to Deidara on the bench then leaned over and dried off Samehada, briskly shimmying the towel over its spines. The sword flexed obediently and rolled over when its top side was dry, suggesting that this was something they had done a million times before.
"Kisame..." Deidara mumbled as he finally untangled the last knot from his hair. "Maybe I am going crazy. I think I'm really going to miss you."
The swordsman stopped drying Samehada, leaving the towel draped over it like a blanket. "Come on, now," he said as he sat back upright. "We'll see eachother again soon." He ran his fingers through Deidara's hair, making the blonde blush and lean into the caress. "Just don't go blow yourself up... I'll be pissed." He gently cupped the back of Deidara's head and pulled him in for a kiss, their lips meeting softly.
Deidara moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. Just the feel of Kisame's lips pressed chastely against his made his heart race. He reached up and ran his fingers over the contours of the swordsman's jawline, lightly caressing the gill marks - they were actual indents, like scars, he marveled. Kisame growled and nipped Deidara's bottom lip, teasing it in his sharp teeth, before slipping in his tongue.
The feel of Kisame's slick tongue against his ran a thrill down Deidara's spine and lust hit him so quickly it was dizzying. He'd never imagined that someone so cold and rough on the outside could be so damn delicious on the inside. He found himself crushing their lips together, fucking the swordsman's mouth with his tongue, and his hands seemed to be moving with a will of their own, hungrily groping Kisame's muscular chest, his neck, his stomach. His cock was already uncomfortably hard, pressing urgently against the towel.
Suddenly, the swordsman broke the kiss and placed a hand over Deidara's, making him stop. "I'm sorry... we can't be doing this here," he panted. "Someone could walk in..."
Deidara blinked in disbelief, taking a moment to register the words in his head. His heart was pounding in his chest and his face was hot as anger set in on top of the lust. "So what if they do?" he huffed. "I don't care, hmm!"
"Not so loud," Kisame hissed, his eyes darting to the door and back.
"What're you so afraid of, anyway?" Deidara growled. "Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? That's it, isn't it?"
Kisame narrowed his eyes... he almost looked hurt. "You idiot," he snapped. "If word of this gets to Pain, he could make it so we never fuckin' see eachother again! He disapproves of this kind of thing... sees it as a liability."
"A liability?" Deidara asked.
"Yah... He doesn't want us to have attachments, especially to one another. Bonds cause people to do stupid, risky things. Professionals like us aren't even supposed to have emotions. Get it?"
Deidara's hands clenched into fists. "That's stupid," he stated.
"It's reality," Kisame growled. Cursing through his teeth, he stiffly rose to his feet and gathered his filthy clothes. His cock was hard, sticking straight out under the towel - he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache.
"No, it's fuckin' stupid," Deidara burst. He was so frustrated he felt on the verge of tears. "We live in shitty barracks," - he gestured wildly at the room around them - "we risk our lives every day, we're branded as criminals... and we can't even fuck?!"
Kisame raised his finger as if to argue but Deidara wasn't done.
"I'm not going to bed tonight without fucking you," the blonde hissed, rising to his feet. "And if Pain has a problem with it, he can suck my angry cock!" He felt an urge to punch the swordsman in the face for being so damn stupid, but he forced himself to acknowledge that Kisame was actually just being smart. He sighed, trying to calm down. "I don't care how stupid it is," he finally muttered, crossing his arms.
The room fell silent for a moment. Deidara glanced down and noticed that Samehada was bristling its spines, unsure of whether or not he was a threat.
"Most of the barracks aren't this shitty," Kisame murmured, as if to himself. Met with Deidara's frustrated glare, he sighed and added, "The bedrooms have locks... I guess if we make it quick..."
Deidara was so eager he made a dash for the door but Kisame roughly pushed him back.
"Put your damn clothes on," he growled. "You're not walking in or out of my room half-naked." He slung Samehada over his shoulder and said, "Last door on the left." He pointed at the south wall. "That way." And then he was gone.
Deidara dressed quickly, shoving his feet into his shoes and ripping one of his shirts a little as he wrestled it on. When he was clothed, he screwed with his hair for a second to make sure it covered the bite mark on his neck, then made for the door. Just as he was about to grab the handle, it turned... seemingly on its own. The door swung open, nearly smacking him in the face, and in walked Sasori, still dressed in his bloody lab coat. The puppetmaster regarded him with the calm look of disdain he usually wore around his partner.
"Have you been in here this whole time?" he growled, pushing past the blonde to the lockers. "It's been over an hour."
"Ugh... why do you care?" Deidara huffed. He wondered if he looked as flustered as he felt.
Sasori seemed to contemplate the question for a second. "Actually, I couldn't care less," he finally stated. "But we have a mission in the morning. Go to sleep."
Deidara sighed, biting his tongue, then made his exit, shutting the door firmly behind him. Maybe I should have stayed and argued, he pondered as he walked down the hall. It wouldn't have been as suspicious... When he approached the room that was supposed to be Kisame's, he glanced around warily to make sure he wasn't being watched before letting himself in.
Kisame's room looked exactly like all the others - there was a bed, a dresser, and an oil lamp mounted on the wall. The only evidence that the room was lived in was the pile of dirty clothes he'd been wearing tossed into one corner and a couple of scrolls rolled out on the dresser.
"Lock the door," the swordsman growled. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, still clad in only a towel as he wrapped up Samehada. When he was done, he rested the sword against the dresser and regarded the blonde, who was still fiddling with the lock. It was as if the door had never been locked before - he had to lift it up awkwardly to get the bolt to slide through the hole. When he finally got it, he sighed and walked over to the bed. Kisame grabbed him by the hips, pulling him onto his lap. "This is a really stupid idea," he hissed.
Deidara pulled off his shirts, wriggling a little in his impatience. "You agreed to it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "so it must not be that stupid." His breath hitched when Kisame's hands slid over his bare waist.
"Well, we have to be quick," the swordsman growled quietly in his ear. "And you can't be screaming curses when I fuck you." He lightly nipped Deidara's ear, teasing it in his teeth, and the blonde had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out. His heart was already racing... he felt a knot of mingled anticipation and fear clenched tightly in his gut.
Kisame pulled him in closer so the blonde's back was pressed against his chest, then grabbed a handful of hair and twisted his head to the side. Growling, he pressed their mouths together, picking up where they had left off in the shower. Deidara groaned dizzily, captivated by feel of the swordsman's mouth, and barely noticed when Kisame quickly unfastened his belt with his free hand. He moaned again when he felt his pants being tugged off and eagerly helped with the process until seconds later he was naked - they hadn't even broken their kiss. The swordsman ran his fingers over Deidara's hard shaft, lightly teasing the head, before finally pulling their mouths apart.
"Turn around," he whispered. Deidara obeyed, blushing feircely, until he was straddling Kisame's lap. The swordsman lifted him up a little as he wrestled the towel from around around his waist, revealing his hard cock. He grabbed the blonde's hand and pulled it toward his mouth. "This time, I want you to do it," he growled. He took Deidara's index and middle finger into his mouth, wetting them with his tongue. Deidara sighed, loving the way the swordsman's slick mouth felt, and tried to push in deeper... but Kisame merely pulled them out, then guided them back to the blonde's ass. "I want you to finger yourself," he commanded quietly.
"Kisame-"
"Shut up and do it," the swordsman hissed. Deidara gasped as Kisame positioned his fingers, making them rub up against the spot. He moved his hips slightly, liking the way it felt, then shot the swordsman a glare.
"Let me do it then," he panted. Kisame grinned, his eyes flashing, and let go of the blonde's hand. Deidara sighed, feeling an odd wave of relief. Without the pressure of being forced into it, his fingers slipped in with surprisingly little resistance - both at once. He moaned, squirming as he pushed further, until finally he was knuckles deep. It barely even hurt... and when Kisame lightly bit his nipple, teasing it with his tongue, he started to avidly thrust in and out. "Damn," he huffed, his face hot. "It feels... really good..." Despite being gay and all it entailed, he had never fingered his ass before - he'd just assumed it would be painful. But after a moment there was no pain at all, just a wave of pleasure every time he thrusted.
"Put in another finger," Kisame growled, running his hands over the blonde's writhing hips. "Stretch it out enough for my cock."
"Ah, fuck..." Deidara winced as he slid in his ring finger, his erection pressing up against the swordsman's stomach. He had to twist his hand as he pushed and when he finally was in to the knuckles again he paused to catch his breath. The feel of his tight passage pulsing around his fingers made his groan and bite his lip - no wonder Kisame wanted to fuck him. When he was ready, he slowly slid out then thrusted back in, rocking his hips. Just like before, there was a mild pain but it vanished after a few thrusts, leaving only pleasure. Panting, he leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of Kisame's neck. As he quickened his thrusts, he bit the swordsman's skin to muffle his cries. Kisame growled, his hands groping the blonde's ass.
"Put my cock in," the swordsman panted, "or else we're both gonna cum without even fucking..."
Deidara was so horny he could only moan in response. Kisame was right on the money - he was already on the verge of orgasm. He sighed breathlessly as he pulled out his fingers, wincing a little. The swordsman leaned back onto one elbow and spit onto his hand. He glared hotly at the blonde as he wet his dick.
"Come on," he growled, pulling his hand away. "Sit on it." His ruthless, exotic eyes were almost paralyzing in their intensity.
Deidara's body seemed to move with a will of its own as he scooted forward a little and positioned the head of Kisame's cock against his ass. "Fuck," he cursed through his clenched teeth. Nervous as he was, he had never wanted anything so badly in his life. Slowly, he eased in the tip. It was nothing like his fingers - it felt smooth and slick, making him gasp in both pleasure and pain. He clamped his eyes shut as he let more slide in... he felt every inch like it was a mile, stretching his ass so tight it made his whole body rigid with strain. When he had finally squeezed in Kisame's entire cock, he could do nothing but shiver and raggedly catch his breath for a minute. The swordsman's steel-hard length throbbed inside him... he reveled in the feel of it, timidly opening his eyes and locking them on Kisame's. He realized that there was something profound about being joined this way - it was a deep intimacy that made his heart pound and his throat tighten.
He kept his eyes locked on Kisame's as he slowly began to move up and down, enduring the pain until it eased away to pleasure... and the pleasure was ten times more intense than it had been with just his fingers. With every thrust he found himself becoming more and turned on until eventually he was slamming down onto Kisame's cock, writhing his hips and biting his lip hard to keep from screaming in ecstasy. He put one hand on his cock and the other on the swordsman's chest for balance as his motions became more frenzied.
"Mmm... Deidara..." Kisame groaned. He grabbed the blonde's thigh as he began to grind his hips, intensifying each thrust with just the slightest movements. The two glared hotly at eachother, their motions as one, until the lust swept Deidara away, nearly blinding him as he spilled his seed into his clenched hand. Seconds later, as the orgasm wracked his senses, he heard a muffled curse and felt Kisame's slick cum coat his insides. He reveled in the sensation, groaning dizzily as the swordsman thrust into him until he was drained. His ears were ringing and his heart pounded in his chest... every orgasm he'd had with Kisame thus far had been just... mind-blowing. His past experiences paled in comparison; he was positive that no one else would ever be able to bring him to this level of ecstasy.
"Oh, man..." Kisame sighed, flopping back onto the bed. Exhausted, Deidara laid down onto the swordsman's chest, nuzzling his head up against the taller man's neck. When Kisame's softening length slipped out, he shivered a little and moaned. The swordsman gently rolled the blonde off him, letting him curl up at his side. Both men were too spent for words.
Deidara sighed contentedly, his head on Kisame's shoulder. The swordsman's solid warmth was comforting. "Lemme stay here a bit longer," he murmured.
Kisame didn't say anything in repsonse... he just pulled Deidara in closer, wrapping his arms around the younger man's slight frame.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Pretty hot, eh? And it might not seem like it but I really do like Sasori - he's a total badass. Trying to think up a way to involve him in some smut... but it's kinda hard, know what I mean? Him being... er... a puppet and all. And yeah, there's definitely gonna be some KakuzuXHidan in here at some point, too. I just can't pass it up, heheh.
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