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A Lesson in Teamwork	By : Figaliz Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Lesson in Teamwork
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A/N:This is my first attempt at smut, go easy on me. Comments are loved and cuddled and given pet names and taken for walkies.
The child�he was really little more then a child, for all
his talent�sat sullenly next to the campfire, molding small bits of chakra
infused clay with his palms. Sasori watched him, admiring, in a distant way,
the artistic talent of the boy. Deidara was a natural genius, much like Sasori
had been at his age, immensely powerful and skilled. But undisciplined.
Certainly he had the brains and the power to escape Iwagakure, and make a
living as a mercenary, but the child was spoiled. He had no real sense of planning
or appreciation of long term consequences. He lived in the now; tomorrow and
yesterday seemed to be immaterial to him.

Sasori considered that his new �partner� might be
disassociated with consequences and the importance of human life�the life of a
genius ninja was hard, and often resulted in a severe warping of the
personality from a young age. The form such mental stresses took was generally
unique to the personality of the genius and the stresses involved. Sasori had
no interest in inquiring what had caused Deidara�s current mental deficit, as
long as it didn�t affect Deidara�s abilities. In fact, a shinobi who placed no
value on life could be considered almost an ideal specimen. Perhaps that had
been intended, and Deidara�s disregard for his own life or anyone else�s was a
result of intentional manipulation. The child didn�t seem to have a death wish,
but his recklessness showed a tendency towards self-destruction. If Deidara�s
personality had been designed, Sasori was forced to sneer at the ineptness of
the project. Lack of regard for life was not the same as recklessness and lack
of discipline.

Sasori wasn�t impressed with Deidara�s philosophies or
speeches about art either. He�d had a good working relationship with
Orochimaru, and he almost missed that traitor when he watched his new
partner�what a farce of a word�in action. Orochimaru had understood planning,
and long term consequences. They had both sought immortality in a way, but
Orochimaru had turned out to be a fool, and as such, had made a fool of Sasori.
In time, Sasori would deal with Orochimaru, but the immediate problem remained Deidara.

Sasori would have to insure his new�he just couldn�t keep
considering the young teen across the fire a partner. Deidara was inferior, a
member of Akatsuki perhaps, but he was not on Sasori�s level, not remotely. No,
this boy was� A pupil, perhaps. Not exactly an underling, he was too unstable
to be reliable, but Sasori could think of the child in terms of an apprentice,
of sorts. But Sasori would have to insure his new pupil understood not only his
place in their relationship, but in Akatsuki, and in their goals.

In a way, it annoyed Sasori. He didn�t want to raise some
loud-mouthed reckless kid. But it was also a challenge�how to turn a loose
cannon into a useable, efficient tool. The child already had skill, creativity
and power, what Sasori could give him was discipline, purpose, and perhaps a
desire to witness the future beyond the next big explosion or flashy death. But
then again, perhaps that last was asking too much.

�You�re thinking of Itachi.� The statement was rough and
low, it was Hiroku�s voice, gravelly and full of sand and age and harshness.

Deidara looked up from cruelly smashing his little clay
figures, staring at Sasori as if he�d forgotten the puppeteer was there. A very
stupid thing to forget, in Sasori�s opinion. �So what if I am, un? What�s it to
you what I think of, Sasori?� Deidara�s tone was disrespectful. Cheeky little
brat needed a lesson.

�You�ll refer to me as Master Sasori, or not at all.� Sasori
was behind Deidara, Hiroku�s mask brushing the kid�s neck. They hadn�t gotten Deidara
a cloak yet, they didn�t have one small enough, though the blond boy already wore
the ring of Seiryuu. To the kid�s credit, he didn�t jump out of his skin or
turn around, but Sasori detected the tensing muscles and the faintest of gasps.
Well, good enough, the kid had guts and a spine at least.

�Why the hell should I do that, un?� Guts maybe, but not
much by the way of brains, apparently. �I�m your partner aren�t I?�

Sasori�s hand�Or rather Hiroku�s�shot forward, long fingers
clamping around the back of Deidara�s neck, forefinger and thumb nearly
touching as they looped around to meet at the kid�s jugular. The strangled
noise that move earned Sasori was somewhat satisfying. He tightened his fingers
a little�it was unnecessary, he knew the fire had heated Hiroku�s preserved
skin to the point of being painful enough on its own. With no temperature
regulation, the puppets could reach temperatures of heat and cold that would
have killed a human.

�You will address me as Master Sasori.� The puppeteer
repeated in Hiroku�s rough voice. �I will never have to justify my actions to
you, brat, because you live on my sufferance. You will also obey me, or I will
make you. Do not think I wouldn�t kill you and add you to my collection if I
decide you are more useful as a puppet, then alive.�

Sasori could feel the rasping breath against the chakra he
channeled into Hiroku�s fingers. The pulse rate was also elevated, and the
sweat on Deidara�s face glistened in the firelight. Deidara�s hands had risen
automatically to claw at the hand on his throat, nails digging uselessly at the
dead flesh there, back arching to relieve some of the pressure on his windpipe.
Hiroku�s�Sasori�s�fingers neither loosened not tightened, they just remained a
constant, threatening pressure.

�Since you don�t want to respond, I�ll enlighten you to
something. I can use your jutsu without your consent�you don�t have the mental
discipline to withstand genjutsu, as Itachi made quite clear to you. In the
case you become a liability, I can still use your jutsu when I make your dead
body a true work of art. Having you join us alive is a courtesy I don�t think
you fully appreciate. On the other hand, if you decide to cooperate, I can help
you develop art you�ve never dreamed of. I have years of experience and
knowledge that I could, if I felt like it, share with you. You have potential,
but potential is not enough to beat the Sharingan.� Deidara stilled finally at
that, confirming some of Sasori�s suspicions about the young man; he resented
Itachi and wanted back at him. Sasori could use that. �Yes, I can help you
develop means around your weaknesses, but you�ll need to motivate me. You are,
frankly, a burden I�m not happy with. Do you understand?�

Deidara choked out a half strangled �Yes.� And Hiroku�s
fingers tightened further for a moment.

�Yes, what?� The deep voice ground out, devoid of emotion.

�Y-yes, Master Sasori.� Deidara�s voice was barely audible
over the crackling fire, but Sasori heard, and released him. The teen slumped
forward, sucking in air with choking gasps, and swallowing convulsively. He
glared sideways at Sasori, blue eyes glinting resentfully in the firelight. Sasori
looked back through Hiroku�s dead eyes, impassive and unmoved.

Deidara broke the eye contact first, looking away and down
at the little clay birds he�d dropped when Sasori had grabbed him by the
throat. But Sasori was not satisfied with that, he needed Deidara to fully
understand his position, to openly submit to Sasori�s authority, or the
puppeteer knew he�d be dealing with the hot-headed blond challenging him again
and again. He could see it in the defiant hunching of Deidara�s shoulders, in
the sullen way the teen glanced at him.

Sasori reached out, dragging Deidara�s head around until the
teen was forced to meet his eyes. �I am not convinced.�

Deidara glared, jerking his head back from Sasori�s grip�Sasori
decided to let him. �What? I�ll call you Master Sasori, un, what more do you
want?�

�Empty words are meaningless.� Hiroku�s voice was a growl,
dark and threatening.

�What do you WANT, un?!� Deidara nearly howled, jumping to
his feet and glaring at the puppeteer. Even for a fourteen year old, the kid
was skinny and short, no taller then the hunched form of Hiroku.

�It�s not what I want, brat.� Sasori replied. �It�s what�s
going to keep you alive. I need to be sure you won�t be a liability, if I can�t
ascertain that, then I might as well kill you right here.�

Deidara hesitated, Sasori could see the challenge the rash
blond wanted to throw at him, but some caution was keeping the headstrong boy
back. Good, that meant there was some hope for this�it would be a pity to have
put Itachi and Kisame through the trouble of helping him recruit the kid if he
had to end up killing Deidara anyway.

�Well?�

�Un. I don�t understand what you�re asking of me.� Deidara complained,
blue eyes sullen and mouth twisted sulkily. The clay user paused, glanced at Sasori
and added, �Master Sasori.�

�I�m not asking.� Hiroku�s scorpion tail back swiped the
blond. The kid managed to raise his arms in a block�it really would be a pity
to have to kill such talent�but the teen was still sent to the ground, Hiroku�s
tail pinning him there, poison tip dripping venom inches from the kid�s face. Sasori
watched the boy�s body freeze and stiffen with the telltale signs of a bunshin,
and stabbed. The clay melted around Hiroku�s tail, clinging and sticky. Sasori
traced the chakra signature of the teen to under the trees several yards away.
Little bombs were already leaping for Hiroku�that level of explosive wouldn�t
harm his puppet badly, but still� Sasori used a transportation jutsu to appear
behind the startled Deidara, catching the blonde�s hand in his own before the
teen could detonate the exploding clay.

Deidara gasped, wrenching himself around to stare at Sasori,
confusion and anger warring for dominance in his expression and posture. �Who
the hell are you, un?� The teen practically yelled in Sasori�s face, struggling
for control of his arm, but human strength was no match for Sasori. The puppeteer�s
calm regard seemed to piss Deidara off even more. �Another one of the Akatsuki
then, spying on us, un?� Deidara hissed, taking in Sasori�s cloak.

�No.� Sasori replied calmly. �I�m Sasori.�

�What�How the hell�?� Deidara followed Sasori�s nod, looking
back into the camp where Hiroku sat slumped before the fire.

�Hiroku is a puppet. You do recall I mentioned I used puppet
jutsu, don�t you?�

�But your voice is completely different�� Deidara looked
back at Sasori, eyes wide. �Your-its-his flesh was�� Sasori watched the
understanding dawn in Deidara�s eyes, and smiled very slightly.

�Bright boy. Hiroku was alive once. I could make you like
him.� Sasori leaned forward, using his free hand to touch Deidara�s cheek.
�Immortalize your ability, your special chakra pathways and power. I could
preserve this beauty of yours forever.� The puppet master slid a hand through Deidara�s
bangs casually, observing with detached amusement the way the other ninja
shrank back, shuddering from the touch. Very well, if he could not achieve
dominance through rationalizing with the youth or through violence, this would
do.

�So this is really you, un?� Deidara�s eyes lit up slyly,
and Sasori decided not to pussyfoot around anymore.

�Oh yes, this is my body.� He moved his free hand to Deidara�s
neck with the speed of a striking scorpion, shoving back and pinning the youth
to the forest floor by his throat. �But your clay won�t affect it. I�m like Hiroku
there�preserved for eternity.� He knew the detachment in his expression was
adding a certain level of fear to the youth�and about time. The brat needed to
learn to fear him. It was the only way they were going to get along. For all his
threats, Sasori had no intention of killing Deidara unless he had to, it would
be messy and pointless�though admittedly Deidara would make an interesting
addition to his collection�and Sasori was not one for pointless.

�What are you doing?� Deidara�s voice had an edge of
nervousness, eyes wide and worried as he twisted against Sasori�s grip.

�Teaching you to respect me.� Sasori replied, moving close
enough to feel Deidara�s breath. He waited patiently, cycling chakra through
his body, feeling the teen pinned beneath him squirm.

Deidara caught on fast enough. �You�re� Not breathing, un.� Amazement
and fear colored the brat�s voice.

�No. I�m not.� Sasori acknowledged.

�But your skin feels real, un� It�s warm!�

�Chakra cycled through my system can heat it to regular body
temperature. My flesh is completely preserved, down to the texture, and my
chakra pathways as well. My skin is real. THIS is what art is, do you
understand? This is true art. Something that will withstand time and death.
Eternal.�

Awe and terror and fascination were the main expressions Sasori
detected on Deidara�s face. Good, the boy was catching on somewhat. Something
else though, avariciousness�? No, he knew that look. Arousal. Interesting.

�Wh-what are you doing!?� Deidara�s voice went up an octave,
cracking as he tried to sit up, choking himself against the hand still pressed
against his throat.

Sasori didn�t bother to reply. Deidara was obviously aware
of the activities of the puppet master�s free hand, considering that hand was
currently rubbing against the front of the teen�s trousers, confirming Deidara�s
partial erection.

�Interesting. Is it the position that turns you on, or the
conversation? Or is it me?� Sasori asked, watching the fury and humiliation on
the teen�s features. Close�it wouldn�t be long until Deidara�s frail human
existence was forced to submit to Sasori�s superiority. Sasori himself felt no
desire�he could appreciate the boy�s looks, but only in a detached way. Sasori
had no hormonal drive, no body left to be aroused even had there been hormones
to arouse it, but he could simulate the actions of desire, if necessary.

�Let go of me you pervert! Un!� The teen�s muscles under Sasori�s
body were rigid, either from revulsion or an attempt to keep still. Since the
blonde�s erection was beginning to respond, and rather eagerly, to Sasori�s
gentle rubbing, the puppet master decided it was the latter. The increasing
pulse and respiration rate Sasori could detect through the hand around Deidara�s
throat only confirmed it.

�I�ve already informed you how you shall address me. If you
want to ask me for something, address me properly.� Sasori straddled Deidara�s
knees, pulling down the teen�s pants as the blond gasped and cursed at him. He
kept one hand on Deidara�s throat, which made maneuvering slightly awkward, but
once the trousers were pulled down, he let his fingers wrap around Deidara�s
already mostly hard cock.

The way Deidara moaned and arched his hips into Sasori�s
touch amused the puppeteer. For all his noisy protest a moment earlier, the kid
seemed to be enjoying himself. The way Deidara bit back a second moan as Sasori
began to pump his erection with long, skillful strokes was almost as amusing as
the way Deidara tried to glare and continue calling Sasori names even as those
blue eyes glazed with pleasure.

�If I had to guess,� Sasori commented, dipping his palm low
to cup Deidara�s balls, watching the way the clay user�s eyes nearly rolled
back in his head. �I�d say it�s the position. Taking that into consideration,
it�s somewhat surprising how vehemently you resist any dominance over you. Or
perhaps that�s part of the arousal?� Sasori didn�t expect an answer, and he
wasn�t disappointed.

It wasn�t long before Deidara�s hips were bucking into Sasori�s
palm. The teen head his head turned away from the much older puppeteer, as much
as he could with a hand around his throat at least, and he was biting his
knuckle against the moans Sasori could feel under his palm, rising in the
brat�s throat to be throttled back with willpower and stubbornness. A cute
effort, but pointless. Just as Deidara neared climax, Sasori clamped his
fingers around the base of Deidara�s cock, meeting those furious blue eyes
calmly when the kid turned to glare at him, panting and desperate for release.

�You� f-fuck� What are you� Un� Why did you��

�I�ve already told you, if you want something you must
address me properly.�

�Sick. Pervert� Ah!� The hand on Deidara�s cock squeezed,
and Sasori watched pain and pleasure contort the teen�s features.

�Incorrect. I hate people who don�t listen.�

Deidara glared, Sasori stared back. Once again, it was Deidara
who looked away first, shame and desire and humiliation and need making his
voice husky as he gave in. �Please� M-Master Sasori.� Deidara seemed to choke
on the words, his fingers curling into fists.

�Please what, Deidara?�

Deidara glared again, looking like he wanted to sit up and
shove the puppeteer off, but the hand on his neck restrained him as surely as a
collar. �Please get me off, Master Sasori.� The words were barely a whisper,
resentful, resigned, humiliated, and aroused beyond belief. It was acceptable
to Sasori.

Sasori finished the teen off in a few efficient strokes,
standing and wiping his hands on the kid�s pants while Deidara lay spent and
panting on the ground. Sasori left him like that, returning to Hiroku and
checking the parameter seals and alarms on the way. There was no reason to say
anything more to Deidara, and nothing Sasori had to say.

He�d made his point.

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