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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
warning - non-consentual madness in here.

"Hey... wake up..."
Deidara slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep. Kisame was sitting on the edge of the bed, a nervous expression on his face. He had put some pants on at some point.
"Sorry..." the swordsman muttered. "You can't sleep here..."
"Mmm..." Deidara moaned sleepily, slowly rising to a sitting position. "Yeah, I know...." He rubbed his eyes then made himself get off the bed. He had a feeling he would have slept like a rock if Kisame hadn't woken him up. As he began to get dressed, Kisame got up and went to the dresser, rummaging through the top drawer. The swordsman finally pulled out a few square-shaped bandages. He opened one up, peeling the paper off the adhesive.
"Here," he said. "Lemme see your neck."
Deidara pulled his hair back, revealing the bite mark. As Kisame bent down a little to put on the bandage, the blonde felt himself blushing - he would never get over how insanely tall the swordsman was compared to his own meager stature.
"Okay, that's better," Kisame said, rubbing the bandage to make sure it was stuck on firmly. "Make sure you keep it covered until it's completely healed." He placed the spare bandages in Deidara's hand. "And whenever someone asks you, just say an arrow grazed your neck when you were fighting those thugs."
"Alright," Deidara sighed. He knew it was only a matter of time before Sasori drilled him about it. As he finished getting dressed, Kisame regarded him edgily. He shot the swordsman a questioning glare as he wrestled on his last shoe. Sighing, Kisame sat down on the bed and took the blonde's hand, pulling him close.
"You know how I told you about Itachi's Tsukiyomi?" he asked. Deidara just nodded, wondering why the swordsman was bringing it up. "I told you as a warning," he continued, looking off to the side.
"A warning?" Deidara repeated. "What was the warning?"
Kisame sighed again, looking mildly irritated. "I know you have a grudge against Itachi," he said. The blonde rolled his eyes sullenly. "Listen," the swordsman urged, a hint of anger in his voice. "I also know you have a short fuse. You started a fight with me over a bottle of fuckin' sake."
"You were being an ass," Deidara stated flatly.
"Whatever," Kisame snapped. "My point is, however much you hate Itachi, don't pick a fight with him. Ever."
"What makes you think I'll lose so easily?" Deidara huffed. "That last battle was a fluke. You think I'd fall for the same stupid trick twice?"
"Deidara... you're completely missing my point," Kisame growled, exasperated. "It has nothing to do with whether or not I think you're strong enough to win. Itachi is my partner... and I don't want to be in a position where my partner and my lover are trying to kill eachother. Do you understand?"
Deidara shifted uncomfortably, blushing at how Kisame had used the word 'lover.' But killing Itachi had become his own personal goal since joining the Akatsuki... Kisame's plea might as well have fallen on deaf ears. "Yeah, I understand," he said. "But I'm not making any promises."
Kisame cursed under his breath. "I swear, Deidara," he muttered. "You're so fucking brickheaded sometimes. If you kill Itachi, I won't be able to forgive you. And if Itachi kills you..." He shook his head. "I don't know. I'll probably end up killing him... or die trying. Don't put me in that position." He shot Deidara a dark glare, a hint of desperation in his unnerving eyes. It was obvious that he'd been agonizing over this for some time.
"Damnit," Deidara sighed. "Well, I'll try, okay? And tell Itachi not to egg me on. That bastard is so damn condescending around me..." He trailed off, suddenly sick of the whole conversation. Why did Kisame have to bring this shit up now? From the expression on the swordsman's face, it appeared as though he was sick of talking about it, too. It was an uncomfortable subject.
"Okay," Kisame said wearily. He pulled the blonde in closer and gave him a quick kiss. "You should get some rest," he stated. "We're all leaving around dawn."
"What's your mission?" Deidara asked.
Kisame merely shrugged. "Spying," was all he said.
"Well... maybe I'll see you in the morning," Deidara said, trying not to sound too hopeful. He shot Kisame one last glance as he slipped out the door but the swordsman was already looking away.
* * *
He didn't end up seeing Kisame in the morning - Sasori woke him up at least an hour before dawn and they left while it was still dark. Sleepy and irritated, Deidara didn't say a word to the puppetmaster until daybreak.
"How long of a journey is it?" he finally asked, too bored to remain silent. Luckily he'd had a spare Akatsuki robe and straw hat in his room. He had a feeling it was going to be colder where they were going... the elevation was a lot higher.
"Three, maybe four days," Sasori growled. He was wearing Hiruko again and the puppet's rough voice suited his cold personality. "We're going to cut through the Land of Fire... it's quicker."
"It's also more dangerous, hmm?" Deidara pointed out. "Maybe we should fly."
"Don't even start with that, Deidara," Sasori growled. "I'm not riding one of your... bombs."
The blonde sighed. He wanted to say that Kisame had flown with him but he knew it wouldn't help. Nothing he threw at the puppetmaster would get him to change his mind... the guy was so freakin' stubborn. He was glad his hat hid his face because he was positive that he looked as miserable as he felt. Just thinking of Kisame brought a pang of despair. How long would it be until he saw the swordsman again? Weeks? Months?
He realized he was hungry - starving, actually - and pulled out a food pill. He glared at the tablet, wrinkling his nose, before reluctantly popping it in his mouth.
* * *
Kisame sighed, popping the small of his back. Itachi showed no signs of illness - in fact, his partner had set an uncomfortably quick pace, forcing him to walk a little faster than he prefered. He hadn't had this problem with Deidara... the blonde was so damn short he almost had to trot to keep up with the swordsman's stride. He cursed under his breath.
"What?" Itachi said, hearing the muttered curse.
"Nothing," Kisame growled, running a hand through his hair and wishing he still owned a hat. The Earth Country they were heading towards was almost as barren as the Wind... there was little shelter from the elements, especially near Iwagakure. Pain had stopped providing him with hats after he had wrecked enough of them in battle. He was on one of his last robes too... he had a tendency to either rip them on Samehada's spines or lose them in the tidal waves of his jutsu. It wasn't his fault his fighting style was... intense. Not everyone had the ability to end a battle just by staring at their opponents.
"You've been in a bad mood ever since we left this morning," Itachi stated, shooting the swordsman an unreadable look. "What's your problem?"
Kisame shrugged. He wasn't used to Itachi asking him how he felt... it gave him a twinge of anxiety for some reason. "I'm just a little tired," he said.
"You're lying," Itachi calmly replied.
The swordsman scowled and narrowed his eyes. "Are you using your fuckin' sharingan on me?" he growled, bristling at the thought.
"No," his partner said. "I can just tell when you're pissed off."
"Well it's nothing," Kisame stated flatly. "Drop it."
Itachi didn't sigh, shrug or express any emotion whatsoever. He merely kept walking as if the conversation had never taken place. Kisame found himself even more irritated than before, half-wishing the Uchiha would keep prying - at least give him the illusion that he cared.
* * *
Deidara was so exhausted that the shadowy forest around him seemed to waver like an illusion... day had passed uneventfully into night and Sasori hadn't stopped for a single break. The blonde was beginning to stumble over roots and rocks, his eyes half-lidded, but the puppetmaster showed no signs that he gave a shit. Finally Deidara cursed wearily and sat himself down at the base of a tree.
"I need to rest, asshole," he murmured, drawing up his knees. "Sorry I'm fuckin' human." His hat slid off as he rested his head in his arms, landing next to him on the ground.
Sasori's impatience was so intense it was nearly tangible, but the blonde was too tired to care. Even when his partner growled a threat, the words merely drifted into nothingness as he quickly fell asleep.
Just as he was having a great dream about Kisame sucking his cock, he was jolted awake by a shock of pain and a loud ripping sound. His hands shot out before his eyes even focused, grabbing something cold, and after blinking a few times he realized it was Sasori's neck. The redhead had shed Hiruko, apparently to sneak up more quietly, and he was holding a square bandage in his hand.
"What the fuck!" the blonde panted, furious. He let go of the puppetmaster's neck, knowing it was useless to try and strangle him, and clamped a hand over the revealed bite mark. The effort was obviously too little, too late, though - he could tell just by the shocked expression on Sasori's face that the secret was out. As far as he could recall, he'd never seen his partner look shocked before.
"That's not from an arrow," the puppetmaster blandly stated, gazing at Deidara's hand as if he could see right through it to the wound. His eyes drifted eerily up to meet the blonde's glare, making him recoil a bit and press his back up against the tree. "That's from Kisame, isn't it?" he asked, his voice unreadable.
"You're an asshole, Sasori," Deidara growled, averting his eyes. "Why do you have to be so damn nosy?" His breath hitched when the puppetmaster's cold fingers encircled his wrist and pulled his hand away, overpowering his brief struggle with frightening ease. The blonde winced, his heart racing, as Sasori leaned in and inspected the wound more closely.
"Did Kisame force himself on you?" the redhead asked.
"What?! No!!" Deidara snarled vehemently. "What the fuck, Sasori?!" When his partner's facial expression didn't change, he cursed lividly and said, "it was consentual, okay?"
Sasori snorted. "Sorry if I don't believe you," he said. His face softened slightly. "You can tell me the truth," he prodded.
"Holy shit, why is that so hard to believe?" Deidara huffed, exasperated. He winced again when Sasori touched the wound, running his fingertips over the scabs. "I was the one who came onto him," he stammered, his face hot. He uselessly tried to back up again, his heels scraping in the dirt, but the redhead ignored his efforts.
"That can't be true," Sasori stated, his voice serene and soothing as if he was talking to a crazy person. His fingers slid up from the bite mark, lightly grazing over Deidara's jawline.
"What the hell are you doing?" Deidara hissed. "Get the fuck off me!" He tried to jerk his head out of Sasori's grasp but the redhead's fingers clamped mechanically over his jaw, threatening to snap the bones like brittle twigs. A knot of fear clenched in his gut - he had never realized that Sasori's innocent-looking puppet body held so much strength.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sasori snapped. Suddenly his face was cold and frighteningly inhuman. "The second you get a mission with someone else you just spread your fuckin' legs?" The grip tightened on Deidara's jaw, making him yelp in pain. "If you had said it was rape I would have believed you... but apparently you're a whore on top of being a shitty artist."
"Fuck you," Deidara seethed through clenched teeth. He reached for his clay but the cord whipped out of Sasori's stomach cavity, lashing his hands behind his back in a split second. Panic creeped into the blonde's mind, making his heart pound in his chest and his breath come in shallow gasps. The puppetmaster had treated him as little more than a nuisance ever since they'd become partners, and now the asshole was jealous? Out of all the possible reactions Deidara had expected, this most certainly wasn't one of them.
"You'd be more useful as a puppet," Sasori growled, twisting the blonde's head to the side in his vice-like grip as if examining it. "Then at least you wouldn't act like a fuckin' slut."
"Oh what, so you could have weird... doll sex with me?" Deidara snarled. "Freak." He shivered when he felt the cord extend, sliding over his wrists as it slithered around to his neck. The metal point fastened to the end grazed over his throat, dripping poison. He had to suppress an animalistic urge to struggle - one tiny cut would almost certainly be fatal.
"Is that all I am to you?" Sasori growled. "A freak?" He let go of the blonde's jaw but kept the point pressed to his throat. "Kisame's blue, for crying out loud," he snarled.
Deidara strained at the cord binding his wrists, scowling. "At least he's still human," he panted. "He's normal compared to you."
Sasori narrowed his eyes slightly, then methodically began to unbutton the snaps on Deidara's jacket. "I'm still human, too," he stated, his face expressionless as he worked his way down. "Can't you see that?"
"No," Deidara huffed, blushing fiercely. "There's nothing human about you."
"Yes there is," Sasori stated. When he'd unbuttoned all the snaps, he slid the jacket off Deidara's shoulders, his fingers running down the blonde's bare arms as the garment fell to his bound wrists. The younger man's breath hitched and a shiver prickled down his spine, goosebumps rising on his skin in the wake of the redhead's cold touch. "I still feel emotion," Sasori murmured. "Jealousy, anger... lust..." He trailed off, seemingly unable to think of any more.
Deidara would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't so distraught. Apparently emotions like affection and empathy were no longer on the list of Sasori's 'human' qualities... and the mention of lust made him struggle with renewed vigor at his binds. It was painfully clear that the redhead intended to rape him, somehow - he wasn't sure if the puppetmaster even had a dick.
His thoughts flickered briefly to Kisame and a wave of despair hit him so hard it immediately made his eyes well up with tears. He stared sullenly off into the forest, trying not to blink. He had never felt so alone in all his life.
* * *
Kisame stared up at the stars, laying on his back and feeling oddly alone. He hadn't felt lonely in years - a decade at least - and the strange emotion left him feeling hollow and bitter. Sleep wouldn't come to him, even though he was exhausted, and Samehada's reassuring presence at his side was barely a consolation. He glanced over at Itachi - his partner was leaned back against a boulder, eyes closed... he appeared to meditating rather than sleeping.
He sighed and looked back up at the sky. They had crossed over into Pain's territory... he could see Amegakure's signature cloud cover on the horizon. The forest had abruptly ended when they crossed over from the Land of Rivers and the open, grassy plains that now surrounded him just seemed to magnify his loneliness. He wondered for the millionth time what Deidara was doing, hoping the blonde was alright. It was a constant, nagging worry in the back of his mind.
Deidara's fine, he told himself, wincing inwardly at how ridiculously distraught he was. He's strong enough to take care of himself.
* * *
Deidara wished dearly that he was strong enough to break free of Sasori's binds - the puppetmaster had wrapped the cord around his body several times, pinning him tightly to the tree to stop him from struggling. One loop of cord was lashed over his neck, making it hard to breathe. He cursed hoarsely, unable to stop the tears from running down his cheeks. What the hell did I do to deserve this? he kept asking himself. The question repeated obsessively in his mind and he just couldn't think of an answer.
"Damnit Deidara, stop crying," Sasori growled as he unbuckled the blonde's belt. "It's ugly."
"Fuck you," Deidara sobbed. He kicked the redhead again, so hard it hurt his already sore foot. Sasori shot him an annoyed glare, predictably unaffected by the blow.
"Kick me one more time and I'll break your fuckin' ankle," he hissed. He tugged off Deidara's pants, only bothering to strip off one pant leg completely so he could spread the blonde's legs. Deidara clamped his eyes shut, a violent shudder running through his body, as Sasori paused and stared emotionlessly at his exposed cock. The humiliating moment seemed to drag on forever, making him feel like a specimen under a microscope - no more than data for some kind of perverted experiment.
When the redhead's cold fingers finally touched his limp shaft, the blonde tensed and shivered, biting his lip to stop himself from crying out. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and saw that Sasori was still gazing calmly at his cock as he lightly stroked it. He also saw a bulge in the puppetmaster's pants - shocked, he had to blink a few times and do a double-take.
"You have a dick?!" he blurted, unable to prevent the words from spilling out of his mouth.
Sasori looked at the blonde as if he had said something stupid. "Of course I do," he said dryly. "This is my body, even though it's... altered. Why the hell would I cut off my dick?"
Deidara shrugged, blushing... Sasori had made him feel idiotic for even asking. "None of your puppets have dicks," he muttered.
"It's pointless for a puppet to have a..." Sasori started to say before abruptly cutting himself off. "You know what, just stop talking!" he snapped. Scowling, he clutched his forehead as if he had a headache before eventually returning his attentions to the younger man's cock. His fingers ran over the shaft a few times, running another chill down the blonde's spine, then moved up to the tip, rubbing it lightly. Deidara cursed and tried to clamp his legs together but Sasori was too close now - it just resulted with his thighs clenching the puppetmaster's hips, making the situation seem even more sexual. Sighing, he forced his legs to relax and averted his eyes. A small part of him yearned for Kisame again but he pushed the thought away... wanting the swordsman at this point just seemed blasphemous.
A groan escaped his lips as Sasori's cold, dexterous fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to jerk it off, sliding up and down with a calculated, almost mechanical rhythm. He squirmed, the muscles in his legs tensing uselessly... pinpricks of warmth began to spread through his senses, making his mind reel in frustration as his body betrayed him. His gaze gravitated back as if magnetized - all he could do was watch in horror, disgusted with himself, as his cock grew stiff in the puppetmaster's hand. More tears spilled out of his eyes - he almost wished Sasori would just kill him and spare him the humiliation.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" he moaned, his voice weak.
Sasori sighed in frustation. "I thought I told you to stop talking," he growled. "Don't you realize how annoying you are?" He clenched Deidara's cock a little tighter and quickened his pace, making the blonde gasp and buck his hips despite himself.
"If I'm so annoying, just leave me the hell alone," Deidara panted raggedly. As much as he wanted to look away, he just couldn't pull his eyes off the redhead's slender, porcelain pale fingers gripping his shaft and the flawless beauty of that young, deceptively innocent face. A small part of him wanted the puppetmaster to lick the head with his perfect, fake tongue... but the rest of him was absolutely miserable, drenched in self loathing. He struggled against his binds again, knowing it was useless.
Sasori's grey eyes calmly watched Deidara's pathetic fit, their emotion unreadable, as his hand bobbed up and down. The puppetmaster's fingers felt slick against his shaft and it took the blonde a moment to realize that the lubrication was his own precum. He cursed loudly, his face hot - he couldn't believe he was already so close to orgasm. Sasori's hand moved faster, his precise motions perfectly in sync with the blonde's arousal... he was better at it that Deidara was when he masturbated, reading his senses like they were just a simple math equation.
"Fuck you, Sasori," he moaned breathlessly. His body had completely stopped listening to his mind, writhing and squirming whorishly under the redhead's ministrations. When Sasori bent over and licked the head of his cock, he bit his lip hard to muffle a groan - he wondered briefly if the puppetmaster could read his mind. As Sasori's pink tongue swirled around the head, his hand never lost a beat. Deidara's teeth dug harder into his lip - he didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of making him cum, but at this point it seemed inevitable. When the redhead took the head into his mouth, the blonde swore fiercely, fighting the warmth building in his groin with every once of willpower he posessed. All his efforts were futile in the end... mere moments later he came, his head spinning as he spilled his seed into the puppetmaster's mouth with a few spasmodic jerks of his hips. Sasori's expression was colder than ever as he patiently kept the blonde's cock in his mouth until he was drained. When Deidara's cock finally began to go limp, he sat up and kissed the blonde on the mouth, feeding him his own cum. Deidara moaned pathetically, too spent to resist. He had fantasized about a guy doing this to him before but now it only ampified his shame. When their lips parted, Sasori's cheek was wet with the blonde's tears.
"Damnit, Deidara..." the redhead growled, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Why are you still crying?" His cock was insanely hard, pressing up against the blonde's stomach through his pants.
Deidara tried to say 'fuck you' but all that came out was a choked-up sob. He had already betrayed Kisame... it hadn't even been a full day. As the heat of orgasm left him, his despair was so great that even the looming reality of Sasori about to fuck him paled in comparison. Nothing could possibly make him feel any worse. Quiet sobs wracked his body, beyond his control.
Sasori cursed under his breath, his large grey eyes completely blank of emotion. "I just don't get it," he stated quietly. A few moments passed in which the puppetmaster was completely still... he looked more doll-like than Deidara had ever seen him. Finally, he cursed again and retracted the cord - it barely made a sound as it coiled back up within his stomach cavity.
Baffled, Deidara silently watched the puppetmaster rise to his feet. The redhead glared at him, a touch of frustration visible in the hard set of his jaw.
"I can't do this," he growled. "It's too fuckin' sad." He ran a hand through his hair and looked off to the side. "I'm not a monster," he muttered. And then he walked away, disappearing into the forest's shadows.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* I didn't know where i was going with this chapter... it was going to just be filler until the next big plot twist. But it kinda wrote itself, haha. And while my origianl intent was to have Sasori rape poor Deidara, I just couldn't follow through. Sasori's pretty callous... but I didn't want to make him into too much of a prick. Speaking of pricks, I'm on the fence about Sasori even having a dick. The concept of his puppet body having a cock is just as weird as him having a bald, androgenous... nothing. So yeah.
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