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Deidara’s gagging only felt good, and seeing that lovely panicked look on his face when he realized he couldn’t breathe was better.  Sasori’s blond was a gorgeous little thing who looked his best on his knees, that was certain.  “Oh, you are aching for punishment today, aren’t you?”  Perhaps it didn’t show on his face, but Sasori was certainly starting to grow annoyed by the blond’s stubbornness.  He was a man who knew what he wanted, and for Deidara to refuse only infuriated him.  “Well, pet, I’m perfectly happy to indulge.”

While he would prefer to keep Deidara’s mouth stretched around his cock where it belonged, Sasori wasn’t exactly enthused about the idea of getting bitten.  He finally pulled Deidara off his cock, allowing the blond to breathe as he wiped away some of those tears.  Sweetness and cruelty came in turns, though, of course they did, and in the next moment he slapped Deidara across the same cheek, hard enough to make his own hand ache.  “You’re a little fucking painslut, aren’t you?  Always whining when I give it to you, but still ready to disobey to get it.”  He pushed Deidara onto his back, not careful in the least as he watched the blond fall.  “If I told you I would give you whatever you wanted, I think you’d cry for more pain.”

Sasori’s weight shifted, his foot coming up to settle on the blond’s cock and balls, pressing down gradually.  “Maybe I won’t keep your cock bound.  Maybe I’ll let you come and come and come until you can’t anymore.  Wrung dry and crying would be a good look for you, sweet thing.”  His heel pressed down, applying more of his weight.

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The pleasure of those fingers running through his hair was far different from the pleasure of having it pulled on, and far more important.  It showed just how well they could fit together if only they tried.  If only they could think for a single second that they were loved and the other wasn’t making an attempt to hurt.  If only they could focus on coming to a solution rather than being right.  Such a thing directly opposed the two of them, showed exactly how dark and twisted a thing their relationship could become with the slightest push.  Sasori didn’t want to think about it.  Maybe it was better if he just stopped thinking altogether.

Sasori’s nature didn’t lend itself to relaxation, never would, and the regret in Deidara’s tone translated to displeasure with him instead.  “Neither did I.”  So soft, so soft.  The softness, delicacy in the air made him feel set up to shatter, and he hated it.  “I didn’t think you’d ever actually come over here again, though, so it seems I make a habit of being wrong.”  Sasori wanted to stay like this, wanted to spend an eternity playing with Deidara’s hair and being held like some lovesick puppy, and he was better than that.  He was tempted to shove the blond away and insist he get out, but Deidara had made up his mind and Sasori wasn’t strong enough to force him.  He hated the contrast to previous heats spent with the blond, though, a comparison between the safehappyloved of before and the hurtworryguilt of now.  Even worse was the sweet desire to return to before.

There was no doubt in Sasori’s mind that by the time Deidara left, he would be destroyed and experiencing the same broken heart all over again.

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The playful words from Sasori and the hair tug coaxed a cute giggle out of Deidara, which, honestly, if he had been shown it on a video camera, he would have cringed at. Sasori was able to put him in such a lovey, affectionate mood without really trying at all… Deidara was sure he’d end up with cavities from it one day. “Sounds like a deal, baby.” He kissed Sasori back effortlessly - it was simply second nature at this point. Deidara highly doubted there could be a time where Sasori went in for a kiss and Deidara didn’t return it without thought. “Oh, cut it out. Yes, I’m sensational and gorgeous, but that doesn’t make me the pretty one. You’re even more gorgeous than I am. Those eyes, Sasori. You could stop any man’s heart with them.” Deidara’s eyes were full of admiration and sincerity as he complimented his love.

Deidara was giggling, and it was by far the cutest thing he’d ever seen.  God, if there was ever someone made just for Sasori, Deidara would be it.  His temper only seemed to be improving with the blond around.  Today, at least.  “Don’t play coy, brat, you know exactly how beautiful you are.  Besides, yours is the only heart I want, and you know it...”  Sasori was aware that his eyes were striking, but no way was that enough to counteract the sheer beauty his blond lover personified.  “Do I stop your heart, darling?”  His fingers wove through blond strands to get a firm bit playful grip, stopping him from pressing forward as Sasori pressed kisses along the corner of his mouth.

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A content, shuddering sigh left his lips at Deidara’s hands stroking along his back, and he went with the movement eagerly.  Sasori moved as the blond wanted him to, leaning back against Deidara’s chest and letting his eyes close.  There was something so unbearably safe about being settled in his alpha’s arms, knotted and surrounded by warmth.  It was simply good.  And the hair petting certainly didn’t hurt matters, a sound closest to a purr sounding from his throat.

He didn’t want to move.  He didn’t want to think or speak, but the lack of hormones driving him crazy left him with a steadily increasing tension.  He was anxious, anxious, anxious, Deidara had been angry before and he just didn’t like it.  There was no escaping when Sasori was tied to him like this, and he didn’t want to fight anyways.  Deidara’s words let the tight muscles in his body relax, let him nuzzle against Deidara and lay his arms over the blond’s around him.  “I missed being like this... Missed you.”  He was so, so tempted to try to explain himself, to say he didn’t intend to... to trick Deidara, but he doubted Deidara would be any more willing to believe it than earlier and he simply wanted to stay for just a while longer.

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Finally getting the release he had been craving for days was glorious, but being fucked through it was better, Sasori’s body ached for it.  His body stayed relaxed and pliant even as the thick knot pulled at his rim, just a warm, wet hole for his alpha to fuck as he pleased.  God, his alpha, which Deidara wasn’t supposed to be.  Deidara wasn’t supposed to be there at all, he and Deidara weren’t together anymore, but...  Christ, if he could even think about ever being apart from him again.

Sasori’s muscles tensed reflexively as the knot finally locked inside him, eagerly pressing back to help Deidara get deeper, deeper, deeper, until he went still and a rush of satisfaction settled along Sasori’s spine.  “Yours...  All yours, yours...”  His fingers tightened and relaxed in the bedspread, kneading it not unlike a cat as he basked in the safewarmfull feeling surrounding him.  It seemed as though the buzzing in his blood, which had been present the entire time he’d been in heat, was finally sated, dulling town until it was imperceptible.  Certainly, it would be back, but he had some time to recuperate for the first time since his heat had started.  Sasori couldn’t imagine why he would ever have thought he could manage without Deidara.

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“Good, hm. If you get a call from someone, I’m answering it and saying, ‘Sorry, Sasori’s busy.. He’s my pillow’ and then hanging up. That should suffice for an excuse, right? I think your boss especially would appreciate it.” Deidara’s eyes gleamed with playfulness, and he reveled in the heart-squeeze inspired by Sasori’s kiss to his head. Deidara wanted to be covered in those forever, too, but only from Sasori. Every other high-school experience, every other hand that had ever touched his body paled drastically in comparison to Sasori. It was like the moment that they met Deidara knew they were soulmates, or something close to that, at least, because Sasori immediately knew him better than everyone else around Deidara - like he was born with a map of Deidara’s soul in his head. It would really always amaze Deidara. Somewhat awkwardly, he scooted his body up a little, enough that he could kiss along Sasori’s jawline. “Pretty… I love you.”

“Only if I get to answer your phone calls by saying you’re busy being my blanket.  No more work for you~”  Sasori tugged at blond hair playfully, but he was serious in how very tempted he was to do such a thing.  Deidara was his, belonged right where he was.  In the entire world, no one could measure up to Deidara in Sasori’s mind.  “I love you too.”  His hands threaded into Deidara’s hair, tilting his head up just enough that he could press a soft kiss to his lips.  “But are you sure you’re not the pretty one?”  Of course the question was rhetorical, no one was half as pretty as Deidara.

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Deidara’s pace was punishing, pushing him forward with every thrust but more than enough to make his mind blank, focused entirely on pressing back into it.  The stretch was glorious, ripping sounds from him that any other time he would force down.  A strong hand in his hair only felt better, holding him exactly how Deidara wanted him and letting his moans tumble out uninhibited.

Sasori’s back arched eagerly as he felt Deidara’s knot starting to swell, attempting to buck his hips against the blond’s grip to take him in deeper.  “God, you!  Fuck, it’s yours, I-I’m yours...  Fuck, please..!”  The words drew out sharply as his pleasure started to reach it’s peak, driving him closer and closer to the edge of release he was so eager for.  “Deidara!” I love you.  Sasori was coming, coming, coming, drawing an inhuman sound from his throat as pleasure shot like electricity throughout his body.

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The shirt had been forgotten in the face of how quickly he could obey, and when Deidara pulled him back it occurred to Sasori to be embarrassed about it.  But Deidara didn’t seem to care, hardly seemed to notice other than to take the damn thing off.  He just wanted, wanted, wanted, and Deidara was only focused on delivering.  Why wasn’t it always like this, why wasn’t it always so easy to let Deidara see him when he was down?

His back arched eagerly as Deidara finally started pressing in, pulling a long, drawn out groan from his lips.  It felt as though he’d been waiting for years, as though Deidara had left him decades ago instead.  And Deidara was perfect, long and thick, hitting all the right spots.  Each thrust sent a gush of fluid down his thighs and a wave of pleasure shooting up his spine.  It felt as though the blond was fucking those little bleats of pleasure from his mouth.  The pace went from rough to rougher, making Sasori give up on holding himself up to claw at the pillows as he shouted his ecstasy.  God, he had missed this, and his eagerness to force his hips back for more only proved it.

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His reputation as a fussy sourpuss was well deserved, but in that moment Sasori could think of nothing he would change.  Blood was trickling down his neck and fluid dripping off his thighs, but if anything he wanted more bites, more pleasure, everything Deidara could offer to him.  Was it dangerous to encourage Deidara’s biting him like this?  Certainly, but no one else would ever fit him better.  If Sasori was going to be bound to someone, it would be Deidara.

Sharp nails scratched at the blond’s shoulders as they kissed, sweet moans the only thing getting between their lips until Deidara pulled back.  God, it was so much easier to stop fighting, to just accept that Deidara never meant to hurt him, never intended to do anything against him.  It was so much easier than pride.

Sasori snarled as those fingers pulled out of him, leaving him empty and needy once more.  It was embarrassing, but Deidara wouldn’t care, neither should he.  “Yes, fuck...”  He paused, just long enough to strip his underwear away, and turned over, shameless as he let his legs spread for Deidara’s eyes.  It was unbelievable to think that he didn’t need to be ashamed, but Sasori knew he didn’t.

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Deidara’s reaction was unexpected, Sasori had obviously vastly underestimated the alpha’s agitation.  He had expected Deidara to growl at him, press him down, make him hold still as he did what he liked, but instead...  Instead he was a mess, letting out needy, loud cries as his nails dug lightly into Deidara’s skin.  Where was this every time he wanted to stop arguing but got caught in a spiral of hurt and pride?  Deidara’s scent had nearly disappeared from his home and it was a drug like no other to the omega squealing eagerly under him.

Sasori’s thighs hung open limply, giving Deidara access to whatever he wanted.  “Yours!  God, Deidara, yours, I’m yours..!”  Deidara wanted him still and he stayed as best he could, trying to fight down the instinctual urge to buck into each and every pleasurable movement.  He’d had offers since their breakup, people had offered so many things, but there had been no one but Deidara from the moment he’d met the man.  And god, there never would be.  “Christ, Deidara, th-...  Oh, god, there’s no one- Fuck, you know there isn’t...”  He hid his face in Deidara’s neck, making the smallest attempt to muffle the cries being pulled from him.

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“Mmmhm. Just like that. Oh, Sasori… Remind me where my place is, again? I seem to have forgotten. I actually think it might be right… here?” Ah, yes, the perfect opportunity for more relentless tickling. Deidara’s cocky grin wasn’t going anywhere, either, apparently. Or so he thought… Seeing Sasori laying back on the couch with all of that love in his eyes and that contagious grin on his face turned Deidara’s a lot more affectionate and fond than cocky. He allowed his own body to slump down on top of Sasori’s, laying his head on Sasori’s warm chest and listening happily to his heartbeat. His arms wrapped possessively and lovingly around Sasori’s small frame. Deidara would’ve been happy holding him there forever and a day. In fact, Deidara’s limitless, unwavering dedication and loyalty to Sasori could likely be considered concerning to anyone else. “Hm… Fine. I suppose, but only because your laugh is sweetening up the pot,” Deidara teased, nuzzling his nose into Sasori’s chest. “But, promise me this… I never, ever have to move from this spot, ever again, hm.”

Any response he might have made was silenced in another wave of laughter, making him kick out and wiggle away once more until his boyfriend finally stopped.  Little splatterings of giggles finally stopped, only for Deidara to slump down on him and remind Sasori once more that he would die for this man.  He’d do anything for Deidara, and wasn’t that something.  Thin fingers buried into blond hair, combing out slowly and lovingly through the golden strands as he allowed the heat and comfort of the moment to reign.  It was odd to think that it might occur to someone, I’m head over heals for this person, but it struck Sasori time after time.  He loved Deidara.  “You never have to move from this spot ever.  And you get to make me laugh all you want.”  His back curved uncomfortably to manage it, but he pressed a small kiss to the top of Deidara’s head.  “I’ll be your personal pillow forever.”

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The feeling of Deidara’s cock pressing up against him was good, far too good, and right.  It had always felt right with Deidara, every touch, every word, everything felt right with Deidara.  Even when he was angry, when Deidara did nothing but shout at him, it felt better than any time he spent elsewhere.  It felt as if they were halves of a whole, constantly circling each other to try and figure out how to fit together.  But there were so many jagged edges, and it seemed as though they both took the press of one to be an attack rather than defense.  This was Deidara, though, Sasori’s sun, the one who meant more than anything, anyone.  Deidara’s attention to his neck made Sasori keen, long, high calls of yes, please, more.  He wanted to be able to find a way to connect with Deidara without so much anger, but it never seemed quite right.  Every attempt was taken badly and misconstrued, and he didn’t recognize Deidara’s attempts either.  In the end, as always, the only thing they could do without fighting was fuck.  When Sasori was in heat, though, needed to be fucked and knotted and bred, it wasn’t a bad thing.

Especially not when Deidara was getting rid of clothes, certainly not.  As soon as his jeans were off, Sasori’s legs were spread once more, beckoning Deidara to find his place between them and arching up to meet him when he did.  His arms slung around Deidara’s shoulders to hold himself as close as possible, kissing Deidara like he would die without it even if it was broken with moans.  It was broken altogether at the feeling of Deidara’s fingers so close to where he wanted them, he used his grip on Deidara’s shoulders to attempt to shift his weight to get them inside him.  “You’re...  You’re sure you.... Fuck, Deidara....  Ah, don’t want me to... find someone else..?”  The words were playful, certainly, and his eyes were open, hiding nothing.  He didn’t want anyone else, never would.

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“You’re… magical, so I assume you can do a lot of magical things. Like, even pretend your feelings for me don’t exist. Which, that’s pretty damn magical, considering how sensational I am…” Deidara’s chuckle was a little too cocky, but that wasn’t unusual. “Not that you would ever do that, though. I know I can be annoying, but I don’t think I’d ever do something to you that warranted that, hm.” And, there it was, his blush officially renewed completely, even spreading down his neck a bit if those annoying prickles were any indication. There really was nothing like hearing something so sickly sweet from Sasori, the love of his life, who was known for his cold, detached attitude. Deidara felt absolutely dazzling under Sasori’s loving gaze; that was the truth. As he continued to tickle Sasori mischievously, laughing and managing to dodge his reflex-kick, he murmured, “I guess you’re in luck, then, because I’m hopelessly in love with you, too.” The flailing of limbs as a reflexive response to being tickled was something Deidara expected coming, so it wasn’t that hard to dodge. No, he continued to tickle Sasori’s sides relentlessly despite that, only until he himself was out of breath from laughing. “Do you know how cute your laugh is? I could kill myself. That’s how cute.”

“Magical?  Like the way I got your heart?  Don’t get too cocky, brat, or I might need to put you in your place.”  The blond was right, however.  As much as Deidara might push his buttons, he would never be so cruel as to pretend his affection was gone.  Sasori was in love, plain and simple.  But especially when Deidara was red down to his chest.  The redhead loved him far more when he looked all red.  It was so satisfying to be able to reduce Deidara to that mess with a simple ‘I love you’.  He liked that it was so different to his normal attitude that it garnered a response like this, though.  Even if it did result in tickles that made him writhe and laugh himself breathless.  “D-D-Deid-d-dar-ra st-t-toooop!”  He shoved at Deidara’s shoulders, but it would take a lot to actually push Deidara away.  By the time Deidara had satisfied himself, Sasori was gasping for breath and grinning wide, his eyes full of adoration as he gazed at his lover.  “Please don’t.  You’re supposed to stay alive with me, so you can hear it as often as you like.”

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It was obvious Deidara’s anger with him ceased somewhat with the honest apology and Sasori reached out for him gratefully when the blond bent to pick him up.  His arms settled around the blond’s shoulders, holding him close as he finally got the kiss he didn’t know he was aching for.  He whined, high and needy as his thighs hooked over Deidara’s hips, arching into every speck of attention given to him.  With anyone else, he wouldn’t be like this.  Sasori wouldn’t trust anyone to manhandle him like this, to fuck him like this, to be anywhere near his neck, but Deidara...  Deidara was different.  Deidara was the one he loved with all his heart.

Thin fingers buried in blond hair, combing through it as he bit softly at the lips pressed to his own, although it quickly devolved to outright sucking on Deidara’s lower lip.  Deidara touched him like he was starving for it, and Sasori wouldn’t mind being devoured.  He outright whimpered when he was pulled away from the blond’s body, Sasori felt hot, too hot, and the air was so cold.  Having Deidara away for a second proved to be unbearable.

Fisting his hands in Deidara’s shirt, Sasori pulled him closer with what little strength the pheromones let him access.  It didn’t matter, the blond came to him anyways, settling between his thighs and grinding against him perfectly.  “It’s been too long.  Deidara...”  His thighs were spread as Deidara wanted them, and Sasori had no intentions of moving, but he did pull at the shirt once more.  “Off.  Now.  Please..?”  It felt so good to have Deidara touching him again, grinding against him, promising everything he needed.  He would forget the fact that they weren’t together, just let the blond take care of him as they both wanted.

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“I think that, given the challenge, you could rise to it if you desired. It didn’t get to be this way immediately, after all… You’re a slow, hard nut to crack. But I love that about you… It makes reaping the reward all the more satisfying.” A cute wink followed Deidara’s speech. That hint of heat rising in his cheeks became a full-on blush as Sasori continued to rain affection onto him, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. If anything, he reveled in the fact that Sasori still had this effect on him, even after all of the time they’d spent with each other, and the things they’d been through. Their chemistry simply wasn’t comparable to anything that Deidara had ever experienced, and he wanted it to stay that way. “Your feelings for me… What are those anyway, Sasori? I seem to have, um… forgotten. Care to refresh my memory?” Deidara’s mischievous smirk told of dishonesty, but he considered himselfrightfully allowed to fish for affection and compliments from his boyfriend. “Shh… You do say them sometimes. And when you do, they’re delivered straight from your mushy parts. Those are right here.” Deidara reached for Sasori’s side and his tummy, poking at the areas in a manner that could have been called tickling. “I know he is. That’s why he’s mine.”

“I’m certain I couldn’t.  You’ve only gotten more dear to me with time, how could I pretend you aren’t?  Even when I’m angry, it’s so much more than how I feel with anyone else.”  He wasn’t certain how he felt about being compared to a nut, but he adored the man saying it, so Sasori would deal.  He’d have time for revenge anyways, sooner or later he would tickle the life out of the blond.  But in the mean time, the blush on Deidara’s face was well worth it.  “Brat...  You know what my feelings are.  If you’ve forgotten them so easily, maybe they’re not that important..  But I’ll tell you once more anyways.  Listen up, Deidara, because I’m hopelessly in love with you, and I’m not going to say it again.”  That was a lie, of course, he’d say it whenever Deidara asked, so long as they were alone.  But he could tease.  Sasori’s eyes rolled at Deidara’s next comment, but it cut off in a shriek of laughter as he started tickling Sasori’s sides and tummy, kicking out haphazardly without any real intent to hit.  He couldn’t help it.

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The sharp addition of Deidara’s pheromones to the air made every muscle in his body go limp at once, he went from shoving Deidara away to clinging to him once more.  Sasori hated this weakness, hated that Deidara had this much hold over him, but in this one instance he knew it was a good thing.  Regardless of what his pride insisted, Sasori needed Deidara to stay.

Rather than continuing the possessive, seductive touches, Deidara found a firm grip on his throat, cutting off his air and bloodflow.  Maybe it was the lack of oxygen that did it, but it occurred to Sasori, for the first time, that maybe his tendency to expect a fight had found one where there wasn't one. Deidara wanted...  But then why did he say it like that, why did he use that tone that sounded so superior, why did he need to make it seem like Sasori was admitting something to be mocked for?  It felt as if his stress and anxiety were as physical in the room as he was, how could Deidara not know?

The potent dose of hormones kept him lax and content even in Deidara’s grip, he made no efforts to move. Deidara wasn't trying to upset him. He wasn't trying for some kind of power trip. Of course he wasn't... Deidara wasn't like that. The revelation took the remaining fight out of him, and the sudden lack of support made his legs give, allowing him to crumple to the floor and knock his head against the workbench.

"I needed you- Need you. I want you."

It was easier to say wen he knew it wouldn’t hurt him later.  Surely Deidara knew that...  But Deidara hadn’t been trying to hurt him.  He had only wanted reassurance too...  “I’m sorry.”  Such a thing rarely escaped his lips, and even more rarely was truthful, this was an oddity.

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The heat of that clever tongue on his neck prompted Sasori's instincts to insist on submission, to melt into Deidara and plea for more. It felt as though his ability to think was being drained by the blond’s mouth, he wanted to spread his legs and let Deidara wreck him as he knew the alpha could.  Sasori's independence from his baser self was hard won, however, and he wouldn't let anyone take it from him so easily. "You could if you..." His head was yanked back almost painfully, but his body insisted that it felt good, that this was right. Sasori wanted to fight, to swat at Deidara until he actually left, but his fingers instead sunk into the fabric of the blond's shirt to press himself ever closer. It felt good, so good, and he desperately wanted nothing more than to luxuriate in it forever. That wasn't in the stars, though, and Sasori knew it. Deidara would be furious with him and Sasori would need to move to get away from their past together. "I don't care what you-!" A sharp moan cut his words off, his body melting as Deidara teased his hole. Everything was hot, too hot, and he was so empty, he needed...  Deidara was here, he could fix it, Sasori knew he could, knew how well the blond could fuck him.  The blond's words felt like a bucket of cold water, however, and his grip changed from holding Deidara close to trying to push him away. "I needed my alpha!  I was weak and let my heat get to me, is that what you wanted to hear?!  I’m not over you and my instincts still insist that you’re mine!”  The only thing more motivating than his heat was hurt, anger, humiliation, all of which swirled within him furiously to give him the strength to push Deidara away. “Go home. You're a fucking hypocrite, you can't think after three minutes of my heat and I've been sitting in it for three days."  This was exactly why he hadn’t texted Deidara back to tell him not to come, but if it stopped the accusations...  Sasori would do anything, in that moment.