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illneverdie

But Hidan did tell him that, whether he ‘got to’ or not. There was no way Deidara could stop him from degrading Deidara, so perhaps Hidan did ‘get to’ do so. Whether Deidara liked it or not was a whole other question.

He was pushing Deidara down hard, not caring for the wounds in his body that were under pressure, not caring that he was forcing Deidara’s hips into the floor so hard that the bones were probably hurting badly. And he certainly didn’t care that he was pressing his cock to Deidara’s entrance with such strength he was forcing Deidara open. He was forcing his cock inside, even though Deidara’s body was far from willing. Hidan didn’t give a shit about that. All he wanted was to see him squirm more, to hear him whimper and suffer and beg for forgiveness, beg for mercy.

Hidan let out a loud moan when he felt the muscle finally give way, his cock pressing inside, sinking into Deidara roughly as Hidan forced his way inside. Deidara was tight and tense and a surge of immense pleasure crashed through Hidan’s body, causing him to shudder and moan and press in deeper to give the boy all of his length.

“You take this like a filthy little bitch,” Hidan commanded through gritted teeth. “You take this. Take my fucking cock.”

For a moment it looked like his body might not let Hidan have his way with him, as he was so tense Hidan couldn’t easily push inside of him, but Hidan wasn’t going to let himself be stopped by something so insignificant. Whether this was going to tear Deidara open or not didn’t seem to matter. In fact, Deidara assumed Hidan had a clear preference and it probably involved his blood.

He felt choked by the sheer force Hidan used to push him down into the ground. His hips were pressing into the rock so hard that they were bruising. But that wasn’t the reason for Deidara’s frantic motions. He was trying to twist his arm back far enough to grab hold of Hidan and stop him, while his other hand shot out to grab for thin air, as if there was going to be anything in his near vicinity he could use to protect himself with. There wasn’t.

He’d been forced before, he’d even purposely gone looking for it, but it had never felt anything like this. Okay, he shouldn’t say that, but that had been something else entirely. Equally unwanted, perhaps, but certainly not equally painful. Besides, he’d been pretty sure he’d walk away from it all that time, albeit limping, but this time... he wasn’t so sure anymore.

He gasped, though his breath didn’t make it down, and instead his body had gone rigid with the pain. Hidan was forcing himself inside, while Deidara’s body was uselessly doing everything to resist it. It felt like he was already dying, the pain so bad he could no longer breathe. He’d never felt anything like it. He really hadn’t. And he was choking on it.

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illneverdie

Hidan could see that Deidara was tense. His shoulders seemed rigid and Hidan wondered whether it was from the pain or the terror, or a nice combination of both. Either way, Hidan was looking forward to pushing that further still, pushing Deidara further still.

He moved downwards, dropping to his knees on the floor, straddling Deidara’s body, who was pressed face forwards on the ground. Hidan bit his lower lip and began to tug down Deidara’s pants aggressively, his other hand pressed firmly against the boy’s back to keep him down.

He yanked Deidara’s pants down, revealing Deidara’s ass–pale, soft, round–and Hidan’s smirk widened. “You need to be put in your place before I finish you, slut,” Hidan spoke, moving his hand to his own pants to push them back down. His cock was still hard and aching, wet from Deidara’s mouth and dripping pre-cum, which was why the moment he could, he guided himself to Deidara’s entrance. He was going to give Deidara the pain Hidan felt he deserved, the pain Hidan wanted to see, because if it was true that Deidara would explode when he died, Hidan wanted to be able to witness the boy’s pain for as long as he possibly could.

Perhaps he’d already figured this is why Hidan had shoved him onto his front, because there was a disturbing lack of surprise at the realisation of what Hidan was about to do. It seemed he’d already known, internally, that this had been playing on Hidan’s mind and that it had been a very real possibility, even if Deidara hadn’t thought of it consciously once.

Hidan wasn’t into boys. He’d made that clear on numerous occasions and he’d called Deidara a disgusting pervert on plenty of others. He’d made his viewpoints clear as day. Far too clear in stead. Deidara should have known.

The noise of protest he let out at feeling Hidan tug at his pants was more degrading than he’d ever wanted to sound in front of anyone. It was high pitched and desperate, full of fear. What had happened to staying on top of things and using reason to win time? This was certainly not going to help him and if he didn’t soon find a way to turn his panic into something more useful, he was going to want to die.

“You don’t get to call me that,” Deidara hissed between clenched teeth. “You don’t get to tell me that!”

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With his foot planted on the boy’s chest and his hand now tightly around his throat, Deidara could go nowhere. The boy was clearly struggling–panicking even–and it brought the smirk back onto Hidan’s face, albeit a conditional smirk. Things had to go well from now on, or else Hidan was going to get annoyed with Deidara and that would take the fun out of his entire ritual.

His hand tightened around Deidara’s throat and then he began to drag him back to the circle by it, his other hand moving into Deidara’s long, blonde hair to take a handful of that too.

He dragged Deidara towards the circle, despite Deidara’s responses, and dropped him down once Deidara was in the middle of it, his feet now once more in the circle, their bond reestablished.

“You know what,” Hidan spoke out loud, looking down at Deidara on the floor. He then kicked the boy in his side, before scooping his foot underneath Deidara to flip him over onto his front.

There was very little he could do about it. No matter how much he’d struggle against Hidan’s grip, there was no way to get out of it. Perhaps that’s why he barely tried. It was a waste of his efforts and he knew he was going to have to save up his strength if he wanted to make use of what he’d just confirmed. He had all the information he needed, now he needed to use it, though he had no idea yet how he’d manage to. He just had to think, which was going to be difficult, but he was going to have to find a way to do it. Just like he always did.

Hidan stepped back to the circle with relative ease, dragging Deidara all the way back there. All that effort and all the pain he’d just been through, just for those split seconds of freedom. He was going to have to find a way to make it worth it.

He gasped the moment Hidan let go of his throat, but what hurt far more than the lack of oxygen was the throbbing in his leg and shoulder. Hidan certainly didn’t seem to care much for being careful. After all, in Hidan’s mind this was all steadily leading to one conclusive ending.

Deidara groaned out at the pain in his side, but his mind was quickly focused on something else. Hidan had a plan, and Deidara had to know what it was, before something would happen that Deidara wouldn’t be able to reverse. His heart was beating too fast and it was nearly impossible to stay at all calm. He didn’t want to panic. He didn’t want to look pathetic, but he was staring at the ground with wide eyes, utterly out of breath. What was going to happen? What was Hidan going to do? He had to get up. He had to get away.

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He was playing a dangerous game. Well, not necessarily dangerous, but most definitely a painful one. He knew what was going to happen when he exited the circle and he was waiting for Deidara to act, waiting to see what he was going to target, because he knew that Deidara wasn’t going to let the opportunity to test his theory go to waste.

Hidan darted sideways when he saw Deidara thrust the blade in Hidan’s direction and he avoided the blade as well as he could. It would have been a direct hit if Deidara wasn’t weakened and bleeding heavily, but now the blade only just touched his skin, creating an undeep cut in Hidan’s hip. It stung lightly and it had a shiver run up his spine in response. Pain was just incredible, wasn’t it?

But Deidara didn’t wince. Deidara’s hip didn’t get cut and turn red like it ought to, like it would have done, would Hidan still be standing in the circle. And that had a sudden surge of anger come down on him.

He kicked his foot in the direction of Deidara’s face to get him to smack to the ground on his back and then he lunged forwards, his hand reaching out to Deidara’s throat. This bitch was going to pay for thinking he could be clever with Hidan. He couldn’t.

It had worked. Deidara watched the cut form on Hidan’s hip, but felt none of the pain himself. His hip didn’t burn and his skin didn’t open and bleed. He’d found it. This was the way around Hidan’s ritual, the way to win. It was just a shame that he hadn’t managed to drive the blade through Hidan’s stomach a little more successfully. Of course it wouldn’t have killed him, but it might’ve slowed him long enough for Deidara to come up with a better plan. Was there a way to end the ritual entirely and to break the link between them? Surely there was. Deidara just needed time--

The world turned black and a split second later there was weight on top of him and a hand grabbing for his throat. He hadn’t even seen the kick coming before it had knocked him half unconscious against the floor. He was getting really slow.

His hand moved up to take hold of Hidan’s wrist, but he knew he’d never win in a battle of strength. He wasn’t particularly strong in any sense of the word, never had been, and he hadn’t minded that for a long time, but now it got to him again. That same sensation he used to feel back in school, before he’d learned what he was really meant to do, when he’d still been convinced he’d never fight well, because he couldn’t do what some of his classmates could. It was something he’d hoped he’d never feel again, but he supposed tonight’s event was drawing it out pretty well. After all, he couldn’t pull away from Hidan, couldn’t kick him off, barely impacted his intentions at all.

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Deidara certainly had a point there, not that he liked this one bit. This was unfortunate… very unfortunate.

He looked around the place and let his shoulders drop a little. Pain would kill him if he let this place get blown to pieces–more blown to pieces as he’d just let happen, that was–and if this explosion was only triggered when his heart stopped, then that would mean he’d have to die slowly and… Ugh. Then he wouldn’t even be able to see it, because he’d had to get the hell out of there on time.

“Surely there’s a way around it,” he said, his voice casual as he stepped forwards, one foot now half out of the circle. And then he stepped out of it with the other foot too. There was no way he was going to let this boy get away from him, so first he needed that damn blade back.

This entire thing was a deadly game and Deidara realised that perfectly well. Just because it looked like he’d won the upper hand for the moment didn’t mean he was on the winning side of the board. He very definitely wasn’t. He was covered in his own blood, spit and vomit. There was no way he was winning. All he was currently trying to do was stand a chance. And he might just, if he could somehow turn all the tables in his favour. It was a shame thinking had become so incredibly hard now that his ears were constantly ringing and his body threatened to give out due to the extensive and constant pain he was in.

His eyes shot down to Hidan’s foot the moment he saw it move and he immediately found himself focused on it. He had no idea he’d still be able to conjure enough energy to concentrate, but he managed. This was the moment he’d been trying to create, now he had to utilise it.

He ignored Hidan’s words, the conversation already forgotten. Instead he turned the blade back around in a motion as swift as he could manage and aimed the blade straight towards Hidan’s abdomen. He would’ve gone for his throat if he’d been able to reach, but from his position on the floor he didn’t have the luxury of choice.

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themasterpuppeteer

Sasori watched Deidara move through the room, his eyes following the swaying of Deidara’s hair. There was so much of it, but the hairs themselves were thin and smooth and swayed so perfectly while he moved. The boy really looked after himself and his hair, which was exactly why Sasori liked watching him. He groomed himself like a doll.

“Oh?” Sasori asked, immediately curious. He supposed it made sense that Deidara didn’t want to sleep after the story he’d just told, but the fact that Deidara was suddenly certain of what he was going to do. Had Sasori inspired him? Because that was… unexpected.

“Can I watch?”

Deidara wished he could turn around, sneer at Sasori for making such a ludicrous statement, and walk off without another word afterwards, but that’d require him making eye contact and that would give it all away, because no matter how Deidara knew he could hide behind an act if he tried, he was pretty sure he was too shaken to do it now.

“For someone who gets bored all the time, you really enjoy watching... things.” He grabbed for his bag of clay, which was right besides the bed. “What do you think you’re going to see, anyway?”

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themasterpuppeteer:

Sasori didn’t understand why Deidara was getting up from the bed, rather than lying down. He’d just woken up from a nightmare and was wanting to get back to sleep, so why was he getting up? Of course he didn’t really expect Deidara to feel particularly tired after that story, but still…

He watched Deidara and then bowed down to grab the dolls from the ground. It was costing him a lot of chakra to keep them active like this, swaying slightly on their feet, very much animated, even if they weren’t moving much.

“The answer doesn’t have to be simple.”

Sasori’s dedication was admirable. Deidara had thought that from the very beginning. Ever since he’d gotten a chance to get to know a little more about Sasori, he’d at least been certain of that much. Then there was the fact that Sasori had a real eye for detail, which rivalled Deidara’s own. And the fact that he sounded almost intrigued when replying Deidara just now--The answer doesn’t have to be simple--was annoyingly right. It would’ve been a lot simpler if Sasori

“You’ll have to wait,” Deidara said, because this was going to start a conversation that wouldn’t have an end, and it was in the middle of the night, and Deidara was desperate to get some rest, even if it wasn’t in the form of sleep, because there was no way that was still going to happen.

“I’m going to work on something.” Because Sasori’s story had done at least one thing right and that was inspire him. Just a little.

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What? Why would Hidan be blown to pieces– Oh.

Wait, what?!

Hidan’s eyes widened, holding no reservations about hiding his disbelief and–frankly–his amazement regarding what Deidara had just said and what that implied. That was frankly… marvelous. Marvelous!

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” a cackle left his lips right after and he shook his head, his hand pressing to his stomach, pure disbelief on his face. “Of course you do! Of course you do!” Everyone knew Deidara didn’t want to go out without a bang, so of course he’d made sure it would be impossible.

“Oh this is… oh this is unfortunate,” he then said, lifting his hand to his chin to think about what he should do now. “How does it work? Only the heart or does it all just… go off when your heart stops? Because if that’s the case… Oh, hmm…” This truly was getting tricky.

Deidara wasn’t in the mood to smirk, or else he would’ve done. Hidan was finally starting to feel his own predicament, which was exactly what Deidara had been fishing for all this time, but hadn’t managed to set up perfectly until now. He needed it to be a reason for Hidan to move. Perhaps he had managed that now.

“Of course I do,” Deidara confirmed. “You know who my partner is. I’m sure you can figure out what might’ve happened if I’d ever get killed. I had to prevent that. Thoroughly.” That should answer all Hidan’s burning questions.

He looked up at Hidan, though his vision was blurry and the waves of pain weren’t getting any less intense. Soon he was going to start passing out, if he didn’t find a way to breathe.

“Now what will you do, hm?”

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themasterpuppeteer:

There wasn’t as much pressure behind their mission as there could be, which was exactly why he’d let Deidara sleep as long as he had, but they had to go soon. It was unlikely Deidara had gotten much sleep, after what happened yesterday, which Sasori was still desperately trying to wrap his head around. It was pretty much unbelievable, what had happened before his eyes.

Alphas? Omegas? How did that exist? Never in his life had he come across something so… surreal, and that was saying a lot, considering he’d seen a lot. He supposed that being a long term member of the Akatsuki exposed him to a whole lot of peculiar jutsus, especially after years of working alongside Orochimaru.

But this… this was different. Deidara had said himself that this wasn’t a jutsu. This was something you were born with, like a bloodline ability, except… it was nothing like that. Sasori wasn’t bothered by why it existed, because why was never the question. How it existed and how it had possibly come to be… that was that he wanted to know. Maybe somebody was responsible for this.

“We need to leave soon. Make sure not to forget anything.”

He’d lied there for what felt like hours, passing in and out of consciousness. The pain had destroyed his throat from screaming and crying. He’d vomited over and over again and then he’d lied face first in the dirt, on the verge of giving into it. He’d even begun considering whether he wanted to die, even though he wasn’t capable of it. The pain was unbearable and it had felt like his agony was just suspended in time. It felt like hell, like he was burning up. But this was not Jashin’s doing. Jashin was trying to save him through every surge of adrenaline that kept him from passing out.

And then Jashin had saved him by sending help his way.

He didn’t know how long he’d been lying there for, but the light had changed considerably, he thought. He’d never been that glad to look Kakuzu in the eyes before. He didn’t look concerned or worried. He only looked annoyed and vaguely disgusted, probably because of the mixture of dried vomit, drool and dirt on his face. But it didn’t matter, because he was found now and surely that meant he was going to be okay?

Kakuzu had somehow got him back to the lair, grunting in annoyance at all their lost time, because of what he’d done, because he was too selfish to just stick to the plan. Apparently they couldn’t leave until Hidan was able to speak to Pain about what he’d done, not that he could even comprehend what he had done anymore, with that level of pain soaring through his body. All he knew was that Deidara was responsible for this… and Deidara was going to pay with every inch of his body.

Perhaps Deidara was imagining it, but he was pretty sure Sasori’s voice had changed a tone or two since the first conversations they’d shared, and it had little to do with the fact that he was no longer hiding in that creepy doll of his. Somehow Sasori no longer held the same resentment for Deidara that he’d done since the moment they’d met. It was almost like Deidara had been wrong from the start, even before he’d said anything at all, and somehow Sasori hadn’t been able to let go of that, until last night. Deidara wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing--as it certainly meant Sasori was seeing him in a new light now--but it helped their relationship along, Deidara supposed, and if they were going to be spending the next few months, if not years, together that was going to make a big difference.

Deidara didn’t have a lot of belongings. That was to say he didn’t carry most of them around with him. But he had enough to make packing a bit of a hassle. That had more to do with the fact that he tended to leave his things all over the place, however, and not with the amount of stuff he carried with him. Most of it had either to do with his art, or his appearance.

“I’ve got everything,” he said, after pulling the bag over his shoulder. He turned to look at Sasori then, who luckily hadn’t asked how he’d slept, or whether he’d slept at all. Apparently that wasn’t the kind of conversation Deidara was going to be subject to from now on. “I’m not the one who still needs to get dressed. So to speak, hm.”

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Hidan was staring ahead at Deidara, his smirk slowly dropping from his face, but not because he was disappointed or annoyed. No, he was interested, because things like this had never happened before. People begged for their life, they didn’t threaten to take it, but of course Deidara would. He was a slut for this pain, wasn’t he? And he was terrified of what Hidan was threatening to do to him.

His head tilted a little to the side and his arms crossed over his chest, the flexing of his muscles in the presence causing more blood to seep from his wound and run down his arms. Was there really a threat to what Deidara was saying he was going to do?

He licked his lips, then bit it softly, looking Deidara up and down while he patiently waited for the knowledge he needed to come to him. And then he chuckled.

Deidara was threatening to ruin his game by threatening to take his own life, but it was a bluff, because Deidara would never decide to kill himself like that. If he wanted to die, he’d do it by blowing himself up, even Hidan knew that, so this was a bluff and nothing other than a bluff. He was buying time and hoping Hidan would fall for it.

“Oh Deidara,” he chuckled, shaking his head while looking the boy up and down. “You wouldn’t,” he started. “I know you wouldn’t because this isn’t the way you want to go. You don’t want that blade, my blade, to be the cause of your end. You’re terrified. You’re not ready.” Hidan grinned wide. “Have you any idea what it takes to push a blade through your skin, through your ribs, through your heart?”

Deidara purposely didn’t look Hidan straight in the eyes, hoping to mask whatever he was truly feeling. Hidan wasn’t exactly one of the smartest out of the lot of them, which was something Deidara was trying to play to the best of his advantage, but Hidan was certainly not as dumb as he was taking him for. That didn’t mean his game was over, however.

Deidara waited a moment, tried to let Hidan’s words sink in, while utterly ignoring their connotation. He wasn’t one for the kind of melee combat that would’ve required him to stab someone through the hard, but he had some idea.

He let out a chuckle, which was almost impossible, but somehow manageable. He was playing. He had to keep playing. Slowly he lifted his head again, looking Hidan straight in the face.

“What do you take me for?” he asked, while pulling the blade closer to the chest, his grip tightening. “The blade’s just the fastest way to do it. What’ll follow, however, might have some consequences for yourself. I don’t imagine getting blown to pieces will kill you, will it? Hm... Want to find out?”

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themasterpuppeteer:

“Goodnight, Deidara,” he replied, stepped back and through the door opening back into the hallway. He gave Deidara one last glance and then shut the door behind him, heading straight towards his own room. He had a lot to work on and he supposed he should rest his chakra tonight, before their journey tomorrow.

It was only when he had left the room that Deidara’s words actually got through to him and he felt infinitely amused by the idea that Deidara thought the only reason he’d been looking at Deidara like that was that he was thinking of what Hidan had done to him. He couldn’t quite say that he’d not been thinking about that, but it certainly wasn’t the only thing. Perhaps he was thinking of something a little more gentle.

He’d thought about Deidara all night, thought about what he’d seen and how close he’d been able to get to Deidara after. He thought about the way he’d screamed and begged and then sworn to kill the man who’d made him do that.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he likely wouldn’t have believed it to be true. But now he knew… the possibilities were infinite, right? And not just with Deidara.

He knocked on the boy’s door, wondering how he’d gotten through the night, after what had happened. “Rise and shine, Deidara.”

It wasn’t like he’d expected any better, but that didn’t make it any less frustrated. He’d spent most of the night trying to forget what had happened, and the brief moments that his mind would wander elsewhere, he’d feel too disturbed to slip asleep before the inevitable return of all those memories.

He might’ve fallen in and out of sleep a few times, but nothing lasting and nothing deep. By the time morning came, Deidara was sufficiently drained and exhausted. Almost to the point where he could no longer think of yesterday’s events as anything coherent at all.

He let out a groan at the sound of a knock on his door, already aware Sasori would be at the other end, ready to get on with the day. It baffled Deidara how Sasori never seemed to waste time on anything. He didn’t even have a morning routine.

Deidara pushed himself up, figuring it was too late to try for another five minutes now, even if he was pretty sure he might actually manage at this point. Better luck tonight, he supposed. Besides, the more time they could spent moving, the better his chances of getting away from Hidan. As it was now, they were still too close.

“I’ll be right there,” he groaned in the direction of the door, figuring Sasori was just going to keep knocking if he didn’t confirm he was getting up.

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