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Walking through the desert always felt so horrible, scratch that, more than horrible even. You were not built to stand the heat; your clothes would get all sticky, which had to be the worst feeling ever. That led you to wonder why Pain would assign you exactly one of those Sunakagure mission? After seeing the distraught look on your face, Pain at least had the decency to let you choose who to bring with you as your partner. As much as you'd have loved to bring both Sasori and Deidara (to lessen the workload) you could only choose one. How impossible.
'Ok, how about rock, paper, scissors for who gets to come with me on that mission?' You chirped, laying on your (Sasori's) bed, your head squished against your (his) pillow. Deidara was currently at his desk, working on his new art, while Sasori was fixing up Hiruko's shell.
'Who said I even wanted to come?' Sasori raised an eyebrow, risking a glance toward you, scoffing. He did indeed want to go with you, but truth be told, Deidara would be far more useful with his enormous bird which would spare you the horrible walk through the desert. Not that he'd ever admit that though, he'd rather get killed 100 times over before saying that out loud. Besides, he had been feeling quite weird lately, it was difficult to put into words but it felt like.. jealousy somehow. No that was impossible.
You pouted at Sasori's answer, never taking his lack of enthusiasm or his cold facade too personally. It was Sasori after all you couldn't expect much more.
'Sweet. I can go with you, hm.' Deidara's head tilted slightly, a smile plastered on his face. He continued,
'Needed to test out my new art anyway, so I'll go ahead and do just that. Sucks for you to miss that Sasori-Danna'' The blonde-haired man grimaced while Sasori only lifted an eyebrow, his auburn gaze lazily looking at Deidara's so-called art. You could see the sheer disgust creep up his face, seeming to contort it into a sickened expression.
''Foolish. As if I could possibly care about your idiocy.'' Sasori's voice stayed purely neutral, yet there was venom behind his every word. As per usual, Deidara's always would get beyond reactive whenever the redhead would comment on his art. 'Hm! Your loss then!' He scoffed, exiting the room with a bang! Deidara had to resist the urge to throw one of his explosive clay on him and blast him to space and beyond. Knowing his explosive temper, he had to step back before risking blowing up the room to pieces. You sighed in defeat, these two truly would never see eye to eye.
''Danna I want you to come too though'' You lazily trailed off, extending an arm to reach out and softly touch the redhead's locks. Sasori suppressed a shiver, quickly turning to catch your wrist before you even could feel the softness of his strands against the pads of your fingers. Eyes squinting, he squeezed your wrist, before getting up and dusting his cloak. 'I am busy, can't you tell?' He paused to gesture at his work in front of him 'What could I get from joining you on that mission? Aside from getting annoyed by you and Deidara?' Emotionless face staring right into your soul, Sasori stood tall even if he wasn't that actually tall to begin with. (LOL)
You rolled on your back, staring up at him with doe eyes. ''You'd get to spend time with me'' You grinned, as Sasori's eyebrow twitched. Your remark failed as, with the most deadpan face, he stared at you. You could tell his non-existing patience was wearing thin.
''I think I'm spending way enough time with you as it already is'' His retort almost cut through your heart, but once again this was Sasori we spoke of. Whinning in annoyance, you grabbed the hem of his coat tugging him toward the bed to which he obliged, ''I just told you I'm busy, what is it now?'' His voice was harsh and cold, yet deep down he almost cursed himself for being so hard on you. He just had this heavy weight on him, and it had been bothering him. However, speaking of remnants of feelings was like admitting that he was a total failure, him and his art, so he would rather have the ground swallow him whole before admitting that.
Looking at him through your lashes, you felt your desire kind of overflow. It was as if you were struck by a daze, the dim light reflecting on his eyes that gazed at you. Sasori pursed on his lips, the silence somehow getting to him. The way you stood there looking at him was making what was left of his human heart race, pumping him with adrenaline that no battle ever could. He was about to say something to cut this thick silence when you interrupted him with a soft coo of his name. Scooting closer, your breath hit his nose; your shoulders now brushing against each other. Sasori felt like his mind was on the verge of a short-circuit, why were you suddenly so close? So close that he swore he could smell your perfume. Although, you had to admit that you truly had no idea what you were doing, just acting on pure instinct: you wanted to be close to him; to feel him. Sasori's hands twitched as if an electric current ran through him, one hand coming to grasp your hip, fingers digging unconsciously into your warm plush skin, the other gripping the bedsheet with such force that he was sure to rip them apart if this kept going on.
His brain did fully short-circuit this time when you lifted yourself up and sat on his lap. This was all going so fast, was he hallucinating? Had Itachi gotten him under his Genjutsu?
On any other circumstances, he'd have the other pinned down as they would beg for their lives, but it was you. You were sitting prettily on his lap, looking at him as if he held the universe behind his eyes. His breathing was labored as he felt his hands twitch, was it nervousness? Mind you, he did not need to breath, but his human heart was soaring, resurfarcing previous hsbits that held dormant within him. It had been ages since he last felt that way so strongly. He was transfixed on the way you gazed at him, feeling as if air itself could cut through his wooden exterior, letting his human inside flourish.
Murmuring your name, it was your first time seeing the puppeteer so vulnerable. Underneath that cold icy surface, he was quite adorable. The way his pupils dilated and warmth emanated from that sole spot on his chest implied that he was long gone under your trance. You've always wondered if deep down he still had feelings, but as you thought about it more in depth, maybe you actually wondered if he felt the same about you.
It felt so right seeing him in such a vulnerable state. Your core laid atop his lap, you slowly pushed his back against the mattress. Cherry-colored hair sprawled around his face like a halo. 'What are you doing..' He softly murmured, eyebrows furrowing. His confusion was extreme, remnants of feelings trashing around in his chest as he gazed up at you, motionless. He thought he could manage to retain a shred of dignity, but as he laid under you, feeling the warmth of your hand sprawl on his chest, he felt his human heart soar to life.
'What do you think of me Danna?' You whispered in his ear, your face flushed as you settled comfortably on his lap. It was difficult to gauge his reaction, but you knew him well. The little spark in his irises, the way his fingers involuntarily dug into the skin of your waist, and how his lips parted made you well aware of how he was feeling. However, the biggest indicator was that he hadn't sent you flying when your body touched his, staying silent as if in awe.
'What I think..' He repeated after you slowly, as if measuring his words carefully.
'I think you're annoying.' He flat-out replied, yet you didn't miss the way his fingers twitched digging deeper into your hips as if trying to mold your body against his. His lips were pressed in a thin line, but he didn't move from under you. A moment after, he turned his head to the side, seeming to need to avoid your gaze as he spoke his next words
'You're also very... dangerous for me.'
'How so?' You were quick to ask, voice coming as nothing more than a breath. His gaze met yours for a brief moment before he frowned. He felt extremely vulnerable, you could tell. It was taking all his willpower to open up, even the slightest bit, to you right now. Sasori's hands seemed glued to your waist, he was hesitant to move them, not knowing what any of this meant. After a little hesitation, he spoke
'You make me feel things I shouldn't be feeling anymore.' He was being vague on purpose. Admitting this was like a stab to the heart, yet the way your eyes shone as he said that, had him elaborate a bit further. 'It's hard being around you.'
You hesitated, you didn't want to push him too far and risk him storming off. Yet, your lips parted before you could even think.
'What do you feel right now? when I'm on you like this' You bit down on your lips, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. Sasori's head snapped back to meet yours, cocking to the side ever so slightly. 'It feels.. distant and foreign.' He paused, avoiding your gaze again. 'In a good way' He added quickly.
'I remember these feelings from a long time ago, it pains me to know that my ultimate art still retains them, yet..' He paused again, seeming as if the next words were stuck in his throat. He was panicking, he was speaking too much. He felt like he was a human again, cornered like a prey. He obviously had all the means to fight back, yet he could not find it in himself to do so.
'I enjoy it, right now... this' He gestured with his eyes to you sitting on him. He looked so heavenly under you, and for a moment you swore you saw a dusty blush on the top of his ears, but you knew it was physically impossible. You both stared at each other in silence for a moment, feeling as if time stood still. You needed to test your luck.
'Have you ever kissed someone Danna?'
His eyes widened in shock and for a second you thought you messed up everything, crossing an unwritten line between the two of you. Yet, before you knew it, his expression returned neutral before a small smirk danced on his lips 'Why do you ask?' He avoided your question, seeming to grow in confidence for some reason. 'You have been asking me an awful lot of questions, I believe it is my time now' He added, head cocking to the side.
The sight of him below you, combined with his earlier words had you feeling bolder as well. You did not hesitate as you confessed bashfully, 'Because I want to kiss you right now.'
Time actually stood still for a moment. Sasori's irises were blown out, looking at you with wide eyes. Now you had gone and done it, breaking the man under you as his fingers dug even harder into your flesh. He needed a bit of time to process what cursed through him, but he eventually spoke, a flash of annoyance now spread across his face. He could not believe that you truly wanted this, it must have been some kind of game, some dare. Anger boiled within him, his auburn eyes turning crimson.
'Don't play with me now, did Deidara put you up to this?' His voice was laced with hurt as his words stabbed you. He seemed distraught that after he so vulnerable shared his feelings earlier, you'd dare mess around with him.
On the other hand, you couldn't have been more sincere, feeling like he misinterpreted your intentions. Your eyes widened as one of your hands approached his chest, yet he was quick again to grasp your wrist, his icy-cold fingers wrapping around your flesh. He wasn't being rough, his hold was still gentle, but his mood had just turned sour.
'Danna I am being honest!' You yelped trying to get your feelings through to him. He raised an eyebrow, listening as if waiting for more explanations from you. You blushed deeply, taking his hand and bringing it to your chest where he felt your heart racing terribly fast. His eyes widened again, gazing at you in silence. Sasori knew that the human heart would not lie, yet he couldn't help but stay cautious nonetheless.
'I've always wanted to kiss you, this isn't some game, I am serious I swear' This seemed to convince him more as he released your other hand. He was still somewhat hesitant, gazing at you with an inexplicable look. His hands went back to your hips, visibly calming down as he spoke 'If you are serious then do it' His voice remained neutral and unwavering. He looked as if he couldn't care less whether you kissed him or not. Yet, hidden under these layers laid his human heart trashing around in his chest, hence why he didn't want you putting your hand there earlier. He couldn't show such vulnerability. He had to keep up the act, to retain whatever dignity he had left intact.
You leaned down, closer to his face, taking your time admiring his features from up close. It wasn't long until you were scolded. 'Don't make me wait, you know how much I hate waiting' He imagined his voice coming out as cold and emotionless, but when it left his lips it was nothing more than a breathless whisper. Sasori mentally cursed himself for how weak he sounded, almost begging for your touch. In the past, it had always been his enemies begging for mercy, and here he was now somewhat begging for your lips on his. He felt his inner resolve break. You seemed to catch on to his hidden eagerness, smirking playfully.
'Eager aren't we?' If it was anyone else, Sasori would have turned them to mincemeat the second he'd heard those words, but it was you and the comment somewhat made his chest bloom with heat. Before he could even think of an answer, you had leaned further down, your lips now mere inches away from his. Your core pressed forward, your hand on either side of his head corning him against the mattress. The pressure on his groin made his head spin, the sensations dulled but still cursing through him. You'd have expected Sasori to take control, but he seemed somewhat serene under you, looking as if he was testing your might. His crimson eyes were now half-lidded, gazing lazily at you. His irises flickered from your eyes to your lips, before he leaned closer brushing his lips against yours. 'I said, do it' He repeated in a hushed whisper, eyes now fully focused on your glossy lips. His were icy and hard, but you could feel his emotions pouring in as you deepened the kiss, his hands tangling in your hair pulling you down slightly.
His hands moved almost mechanically to your hair, holding you close as his eyes fluttered shut on instinct. The second he felt your tongue dance with his, you were flipped over, now on your back below him. Yelping in surprise, Sasori only smirked slightly, looking down at you as if memorizing this image to mind, before crashing his lips on yours again. He wasted no time in pinning both your wrists above your head, holding them down with one hand. It felt so right somehow, he thought. Although, he couldn't feel very much of the kiss since only his chest area retained a high level of sensitivity, but seeing that desperate look in your eyes was better than anything else. He needed to see you crumble and beg for him. Your little moans drowned into his lips as he swallowed you whole, his touch eager and somehow needy. Sasori wasn't a patient man, and that seemed to also apply right now as he ravished you.
You let your hands glide over his body, resting one atop his chest, where his heart was. Sasori felt a current of pleasure jolt through him, all his nerves seeming to praise just how good it would feel if he had sensations all over his body. That mantra repeated over and over in his mind.
'Don't- It's too much-' His voice came almost as a whine, feeling your fingers trace where you believed his heart to be. He felt his body get engulfed by a wave of heat, enjoying way more than he'd like to admit the way your fingers grazed his chest. You took pleasure in eliciting such pretty little sounds from him before he recaptured your lips in an even more heated kiss. Icy cold hands roamed around your body, touching every centimeter of exposed flesh. He cursed under his breath for feeling so little, grasping and groping, trying to feel the softness of your skin through the thick wood that replaced his own skin. Yet he couldn't feel much, not enough, he needed more. You moaned his name in the kiss, as he only seemed to grow more antsy by the minute. It was like he had been craving this for years, but it really wasn't enough. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He broke the kiss, forehead resting on yours as if in deep thought.
His brows furrowed, as he thought of something. 'Wait a moment' He whispered, tone gentle. an idea sparked into his mind as he looked at a particular scroll laying atop of his desk. Things would get interesting.
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