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Happy Valentine's Day, Brat	By : EntityLvr Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Happy Valentine's Day, Brat
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Note: Sequel to my ItaSasu ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Otouto’, but can be read on its own. The ItaSasu has no sex in it with only light kisses. This has a bit more but still no sex.
Happy Valentine's Day, Brat
Deidara glanced over to the driver. “So do you think Itachi actually confessed to Sasuke or did he pussy out, un?” He was hoping for a reaction and was not disappointed.
Sasori’s eye twitched just slightly. “Are you really talking about Uchiha right now?”
The blond didn’t know why but Sasori got pissy when he talked about Itachi during their dates. Sure he and Uchiha once dated and fucked a few times but once Itachi had fully accepted his feelings for Sasuke they broke it off. That and, while Itachi is absolutely gorgeous, he didn’t have red hair and wasn’t a pure sadist.
So Deidara rolled his eyes. “The date has not officially started until we get to the art gallery. So answer the question, yeah.” They were both going to the local college for degrees in art. Deidara for sculpting and Saso for Mannequin/Doll design. As requirement they had to take a few other courses, one of which was a history course. Neither of them were very interested in it so when Deidara realized Itachi was in the class with him he managed to convince the paranoid redhead to form a study group with him and Itachi’s best friend Kisame. The guy was a genius after all.
Sasori was currently driving them to an art show for their Valentine’s Date. Well the first part of the date at least. “Pointing out that Naruto will do it today if he doesn’t, seemed to have worked. That answer suitable for you?” The annoyance was clear to Deidara despite the still monotone voice and no real expression.
Deidara nodded and popped his gum. “Yes.” He hadn’t heard from the elder Uchiha all day so he already figured the confession went well. He just enjoyed annoying his boyfriend.
Sasori’s eye twitched again making Deidara feel pleased. “Must you do that?” He was referring to the gum.
This caused Deidara to grin. He loved being the only one to be able to correctly push Sasori’s buttons and peel off that mask of self-control he always wears. “Yes.” He blew another bubble and popped it loudly just to prove his point.
In retaliation, Sasori slammed on the breaks causing Deidara to jerk forward and smash his face onto the dash. “Then I must do that.” He immediately started driving again as if he hadn’t just tried to injure the other male.
Deidara cried out and rubbed his face before glaring. “Dick bag! What if I busted my nose, yeah?”
Sasori’s voice held a hint of amusement behind it proving he enjoyed what just happened. “Then I would have been annoyed at having to miss the show because you were bleeding due to not wearing your seatbelt.”
So Deidara grumbled and sat back in seat, chewing gum but not blowing bubbles. He knew the sadist enjoyed this submission and Deidara also knew that he himself enjoyed it as well. He decided to actually buckle the seatbelt just in case the bastard did it again.
Sasori gave off a pleased aura as they pulled up to the gallery. The parking lot wasn’t too full meaning there wouldn’t be so many people in there. They parked and got out before walking to the building.
Deidara took this time to look his lover over. The redhead was dressed in a blood red silk button up that fit him just perfectly. It was tucked into tight leather pants that hugged a firm ass and allowed just the right amount of a bulge to be seen in the front. Black boots with some silver studs completed the simple yet sexy outfit.
His clothes matched Sasori’s in a way. Well in the sense it was for a club. He had leather shorts that showed his smooth legs, black knee high lightly heeled boots with blood red laces, and a red crop top that stopped halfway down his torso. It allowed a navel piercing with a silver ‘S’ hanging from it to be seen.
Sasori paid for their tickets before leading the way through the gallery. They were given looks due to their club clothes but they didn’t care. The two were quiet as they looked at the various art pieces, giving a few comments (both positive and somewhat insulting ones) every now and then.
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Sasori led the way back to the car. “Thank you for behaving.” It almost sounded like it hurt him to say that.
Deidara merely smiled with a shrug. “An art gallery is not the place to play, un.” He then smirked. “That is saved for the club.”
Sasori nodded and started the car once they were both in. He gave Deidara a look until the blond buckled up. Finally he started driving.
“So what club are we going to, hm?” He hadn’t been told it yet despite asking so many times.
Lips twitched to a smirk. “You’ll see.” Sasori was obviously enjoying the torment of not letting him know.
Deidara figured it couldn’t be the regular club because they go there every weekend, so that wouldn’t be special. It was Dei’s idea for the gallery and Sasori’s idea for the club. “Come on Rori. Please!” He decided that maybe saying it like that might make what he wants happen.
It almost seemed to work before Sasori turned sadistic eyes to the blond. “No.” Said blond actually whined and crossed his arms to pout out the window. “Stop that brat. Open the glove compartment.”
Dei blinked before he quickly did it. He broke out into a grin at a velvet box in there, the perfect size for something that they had been talking about for a long time but never actually finalized. “Seriously?!” His excitement grew when he opened the box and saw a simple black leather collar with a gold nameplate stating ‘Sasori’ inside it. Their friends knew that their relationship wasn’t the norm but they didn’t know to what extent.
“Put it on. We’re almost there.” The order was clear.
Deidara put it on as told, loving the feeling of the smooth leather against his skin. Now he knew they were going to a BDSM club, but he was slightly confused because he didn’t think they had any around. “How did you find out about it, un?”
Sasori grunted. “I did research.” He pulled into a parking lot with some really nice cars, hinting at the status of the club goers. “I pulled strings and got us a single night entrance. If we like it we can get a membership and come here instead of that other place.”
For a second the blond looked confused. “I’ve never asked this before but now I gotta know. How can you afford all this stuff, hn?” They were in college and as far as he knew the other didn’t have a job.
“I have a trust fund,” was the simple answer.
Deidara smiled, eyes a bit soft while still excited. “Thank you, Danna.” He leaned close enough to hint what he wanted but not too close. This collar meant the play has started and the blond has never been more excited for something.
Sasori smirked and closed the distance, a somewhat tight grip on Deidara’s chin to tilt it in the way he wanted. He pressed their lips together in the only way they knew how. Hard, demanding, slightly violent, and explosive with passion. When Sasori pulled back he looked completely unphased while Dei was already breathing a bit heavier and blushing. “Slut.” He moved a thumb over Deidara’s lower lip, digging his nail into the skin for a second before removing his hand.
Deidara shivered and licked his lips to get any last taste of Sasori. “Only for you, Sir.” Which was completely true. He only ever wanted Sasori cause this man is the only one that can ever satisfy him. He had admitted early on that sex was better with Sasori than it had been with Itachi. The raven had been too much of a pacifist to really excite him. Sasori knew what he wanted and took it whether you wanted him to or not. And Deidara always wanted him to. That was why they worked out so well.
Sasori gave an approving look. “Good boy. Now get out brat.” He opened the door and got out.
Dei grinned wide and got out, making a show of it as if he’s taking his time. Let the games begin!

They walked past the main desk. Sasori had given his name and after a quick check they were allowed in. Before they went into the doors where music could be heard, Sasori pulled Deidara against him and gripped his jaw tightly. “There are rules that will be followed. If they are broken this date ends and we never return here or any other club.” The redhead only continued when he felt Dei try to nod. “Rule one. You are to stay with me the entire time. Do not wander off or go with anyone else. Say it.”
“I will not leave your side, Danna.” He felt pleasure shoot through him. Finally they were going to play a true game. He was being given real rules in the real world. And unlike other ones, he was going to follow these. Because he never wanted this to end.
“Rule two. You will keep this collar on at all times, no matter what. Say it.” Sasori’s eyes pinned his very soul and forced him to comply.
Deidara felt the grip tighten when he must have taken a bit too long. “I will never remove this collar, Danna.”
Sasori smirked but didn’t lighten up on his grip. The way he was holding the other’s jaw made him bare his neck. The neck now holding a strip of leather that showed everyone who this explosive being belonged to. “Rule three. You will leave here with bruises and a hurting ass. The bruises may or may not publicly show. And you will suffer it all in my name.” His eyes narrowed. “Say it.”
Deidara heard what was said and then really heard what was said. He whined feeling more aroused than he remembered. “I will enjoy every moment of pain, Danna.”
Sasori continued his hold, his left hand coming up to brush a thumb over the nameplate. “Mine.” He moved close so that their lips were barely even an inch apart. “Say it.”
“I belong to you, Sasori-danna.” Deidara was rewarded with another mind-numbing kiss. And when teeth dug into his lip, he opened his mouth and welcomed the other in. Their tongues battled for control even though they both knew that Deidara would lose.
The kiss broke and Sasori stepped away. Once again, he looked completely composed. Deidara took a few seconds to get himself back together before he happily took Sasori’s arm. And right before they went in, Sasori’s deep voice said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, brat.”
Note: Was going to write more but just can’t think of something. Maybe I’ll do another story of them enjoying the club.
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