Infernal Constellations

A place that we put little writings like a fool. Feel free to inquire. Gladly welcomes asks, RPs open. Multifandom interactions. Starting to think that sixty million isn't going to be an exaggeration after all

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

-Quick Notes (general)-

Form of address: we accept both they/them and he/him. The we/us thing is an idiosyncrasy, but if you’d rather, I can also not use it when writing with you and yours.

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[musesofchaos]

"Naruto." The Uchiha gave the hokage a suspicious glance. "What are you up to?"

(starter for @sixtymillionoverdueideas!)

[musesofchaos]

sixtymillionoverdueideas

"I am paying attention, Sasuke dear~." Naruto grinned vulpinely at him, face to face; their noses brushed. With shinobi speed, the Hokage jolted forward and bit Sasuke's cheek before withdrawing. "Ne~, what do you think I'm doing? I'm paying loootsa attention, you're just being stubborn. Use your words." A darker flicker flitted through his blue eyes, a cloud over the ocean. Not a threat. More of a... promise.

The yelp that escaped Sasuke's lips before of the sudden bit was unflattering to say the least. At least in the Uchiha's opinion.

His cheeks burned red, and in retaliation he crashed his lips against his. Kissing him roughly. Only reluctantly pulling back to whisper—

“Then pay more attention to me, dobe—“

Before then proceeding to dive back in before Naruto could attempt to answer.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Naruto growled playfully, the sound a bit more raspy, a little more... wild than people could usually accomplish. "Mmmm~~" He didn't shy away from the deep sound that emerged from his chest, arms snaking up to hold Sasuke to him. Naruto nibbled on Sasuke's lower lip, tongue pulling him in further. Deeper. "Whaddya want, Sasuke-chan~?" By the time he pulled back to speak, both of their mouths were wet and ruddy and Sasuke had somehow wound up half-kneeling over Naruto, the hokage lain down on the couch in the office... Naruto ran his hands down Sasuke's chest, but not before pinching his nipples as he passed by. "'Cause I think... that you're in a great spot to ride me, y'know?" Warm hands suddenly pulled down to grind Sasuke against Naruto's hips, letting him feel that Naruto most definitely was starting to get into it.

[musesofchaos]

The sudden closeness, the sudden warmth makes Sasuke release a breathy sound. Instinctively, he clings to the blonde. A shiver running through his body at the grinding.

He makes himself pull back. Breathing slightly hard as he whispered: “then how about I do?” Before kissing the hokage once more.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Naruto chuckled at him, releasing him to do whatever he wanted... And also so Naruto could circle his desk, pulse into the inlaid seal to give them a little privacy, and come back. Sasuke was lucky he'd chosen a convenient window in his schedule, otherwise the hokage was inclined to have him under his desk. Not as great with their bodies these days, they weren't quite that young anymore. Not too young to have some fun though... Naruto wiggled his eyebrows ridiculously at Sasuke, laying on the office couch with just a slice of chest exposed from where his daily outfit had parted. Strategic, or happenstance...?

[musesofchaos]

A breathless Sasuke gave Naruto a glare, cheeks more flushed as he wiped hair from his face.

“…What are you doing?” He grumbled, sounding annoyed… but he was still staring.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Naruto shrugged at him, the movement oh so conveniently making the slice of skin right in the middle of his chest wider. Just barely teasing the image of his pectorals, tanned and still lean muscle despite being now permanently desk-bound as Hokage. "I dunno, whaddya think I'm doing~?" He stuck his tongue out, eyes squinting shut like the fox he never stopped channelling. Naruto snickered at him, wriggling in place like a worm. "You want me so baa~a~d~~," he needled him, voice starting to take on that familiar challenging edge. "You want me so bad it makes you stupid~~"

[bladedhunter]

under the cut -->

Deidara groans, shuddering, before Sasori's hand (and the chakra threads) release his cock, pulling away and leaving it colder. Deidara almost still has his relief -- he almost still comes, regardless. But it's not to be, as he doesn't, instead gasping as his shoulders fall back down onto the bed.

Then Sasori's cool hands are cupping his cheeks, tilting his face up so Deidara looks into his eyes. Deidara's blue eyes are hazy, unfocused, darker with lust, but Sasori's eyes are bright and clear. Deidara tries to focus, to think, but it's difficult, until Sasori tells him he's beautiful.

Deidara's eyes widen, heart thumping in his chest. It seems loud. Sasori's brushing his thumbs across his cheeks. What is happening?

"Sasori no danna..." Deidara whispers.

And then he's set back down and, to Deidara's surprise, Sasori's hand returns to pumping him. Deidara gasps again, and then he's back to moaning, quickly reaching the point where he's almost about to come again.

Can he? Is Sasori going to stop him?

Deidara's hips jerk erratically as he feels himself crash into an orgasm, and he moans and groans and even whimpers, hands balled into fists.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori observed the desperate shuddering, the organic, carnal jumping of flesh and sinew, reaching, unfelt but undoubtedly pulsing hot under his clinical but was it clinical, really? touch. His smile rearranged itself naturally away as Deidara's chest rose and fell, once again a mess of blonde hair everywhere, the beads of sweat rolling down, and the remaining seed spilt in streaks over his own skin. ...This.... Now, this, perhaps was the closest he'd ever come to agreeing with Deidara's absurd claims of what was true art. He hummed faintly, sunset eyes ticking, trailing down, over the flush diffusing with blood, the (pleasant?) exhaustion of the act now settling into Deidara's bones. He left Deidara's side briefly, return a clean rag lightly brushing against the cooling fluids before they could dry, and his hand meticulously brushing the hair out of his mouth, off his cheeks. "You performed well." His voice was modulated to clean, approving, quiet. "Rest. Recover. Then tell me whether this helped you determine what you needed to. Draw your conclusions, and I can provide my data." Once Deidara was sufficiently clean to his standards, a linen shawl was negligently draped over his form, and Sasori retreated back to where he had started working, seeming to consider the act done, and all the requisite words said.

[bladedhunter]

⏳️💥

Deidara didn't hide. There was no place to hide; he was lying naked on Sasori's unused bed wrapped in chakra threads, being pumped by a wooden hand, about to orgasm.

Moaning, Deidara's hips bucked against Sasori's hand, which was pushing him down against the bed, but.... as heat rushed through his body, all excitement and pleasure, his orgasm never came.

Confused, Deidara looked up at Sasori. He looks smug, smirking. "Sa--" another moan broke through. "Sasori no danna!"

And then he looked down, saw that bright blue chakra thread wrapped around his base, and he remembered. And realized.

And he looked up at Sasori again, desperate, and moaned. "This is cruel," he whimpered. "P-Please."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Paradoxically, Sasori's expression grew warmer, and he gave Deidara a few more pumps before releasing him. The chakra-warmth left, shortly followed by the menacing blue thread. Both of Sasori's hands, free of chakra for a brief moment, cupped Deidara's feverishly warm cheeks. They tilted his face up, bringing all that hazy, pleasant desperation right up close. Amber eyes, perfectly clear, so startlingly near when Sasori was normally one to maintain distance. "You are beautiful." His voice was a melodic hum, so much richer than the usual slivers of animation he doled out. This was true expression, something unfiltered. His touch was near gentle, thumbing over his cheekbones. His stare, his touch, it all lingered for a breath too long. Eventually Sasori released him, his hand falling back down to where Deidara laid unattended. This time without the nefarious blue to keep him tethered to Sasori's control. "Exquisite...."

[bladedhunter]

!!! debajo del corte ??? (this reply is not in spanish, i just keep trying to find new ways to do this)

Deidara's head is back against the bed, and when Sasori reaches for his head, Deidara is confused, but is too much in the throes of pleasure to really worry about Sasori doing something to harm him. Besides, Sasori said he wouldn't, right?

The thumb against his lips causes Deidara's lips to immediately part, so Sasori barely doesn't have to do any more to get his thumb further inside. Deidara's tongue instantly searches for Sasori's finger, running against cold (but now damp) wood of the fingertip and the sharp nail. Deidara's gaze is focused on Sasori -- Deidara with the same expression as before, but then a little confusion at the look Sasori's giving him... almost... something positive? But that can't be.

But then Sasori's hand is moving faster, and all rational thought goes out the window. Deidara moans again, louder. The more Sasori pumps him, more the pleasure builds up inside Deidara, and the harder he gets, until he's moaning and gasping (and also throbbing), and he thinks he may have (unfortunately far too early) reached his limit.

"Sa--Sasori--" he gasps, trying to tell him.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori leaned in as he cried out, that same, deceptively small smile still in place. If anything, it curled a little wider. "Do not hide." He wanted Deidara to paradoxically lose himself in this, yet also be intimately be aware of what was going on. That Deidara had asked for this, that he was at Sasori's mercy. He didn't change his pace. Didn't speed up, didn't adjust a single thing. But he didn't need to. His frozen smugness remained fixed on Deidara's responses, waiting for him to tip, to fall. Or try to fall, anyhow. The scorpion was a cruel beast. Only blissful shudders would come Deidara's way, a body trapped by deceptive blue threads.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

mikaeli you have successfully liked my m17 posts 5 times(iirc), you get this

ask

Greetings! We are happy. Unfortunately happiness is a crime. We are heading to jail now, but that's fair enough.

:)) //a pleasant surprise of an ask! thank you!

[bladedhunter]

✨ under the cut ✨

Deidara groaned again as Sasori's hand returned, still agonizingly slow. Was Sasori trying to edge him? Was that what this was? Because it sure felt like that was what was going to happen.

Even now, as Sasori pressed his hand against his hip, holding him down, Deidara moaned loudly, shuddering -- it was everything, from the hand rubbing over his hip bone, to the other chakra-wrapped hand around his cock, to even what Sasori was saying. At the same moment, Sasori squeezed him just a bit more tightly, causing Deidara to moan once more, breath rapid, panting.

He was totally lost now, his lust-filled gaze fixed on Sasori. He didn't respond. He figured his moans were enough of a sign of how good it felt.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

The hand at his lip left its post to condescendingly thumb at lush, parted lips, the hot breath of his partner lacing the thumb with condensation. "...intriguing," a soft murmur, absently remarked like a feather falling. It pressed in a little more, the emulation of a nail flicking against the tip of a tongue. Sasori... Sasori was somewhat fascinated, by these eager, wanton responses. Unfiltered. Unrestrained in any fashion. He felt... heady. A pleasant buzzing, emanating from the very tips of his extremities. Peculiar, but not concerning. His chakra levels were moderated precisely. His expression shifted, something a little softer than ever chosen around Deidara before. Something about the slant of his eyelids, the faint smile... Sasori finally let his hand speed up to what he estimated to be a moderate pace, wishing to hear Deidara's symphony spring forth.

[bladedhunter]

V-verbalize how he's feeling?!

Deidara whines softly, both at the stimulation and at how the instruction to talk about his pleasure feels like a huge task (and a tease on Sasori's part, even though he doesn't think that's intentional).

His breath already quickening, his body tensed in preparation of what was to come next, Deidara didn't really want to talk, especially not about the way he felt. He never talked about the way he felt.

"Tense," Deidara groans out after a moment, anyway. "As if you're molding me like clay." Metaphors were easier.

And then Sasori's cool hand wraps around him, a loose grip as if Sasori doesn't want to turn him on too much, except... that doesn't work. Because Sasori's hand is coated in chakra, a buzzing, warm sensation that immediately has Deidara moaning as his hips jerk upward into the one pump Sasori gives him before he lets go.

Deidara groans at the loss of the feeling. "That was, hmph," he pants, scrambling for the right comparison, "Lighting the fuse. I want more."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori let out a flat hum, gaze calculating. "...I see." A dry reply before his hand returned, wrapping with the same looseness, but also the same chakra-glove, pumping slowly. Precisely measured millimeters and seconds. His other hand pressed against a narrow hip, almost idly rubbing at the bone below. "How am I to set a baseline for you to measure against if you keep squirming?" A faint, lazy smile teased at the corner of tile lips. Sasori tightened his grip briefly, letting the buzzing chakra linger over a sensitive vein. Rhetorical and self-directed. "But you have been doing well thus far. How charming of you."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori returned to him without preamble, amber eyes scanning him up and down. "Good." He stated simply. With a flick of his wrist, blue threads snapped forth and separated Deidara's limbs, ensuring he was nice and open for Sasori's... perusal. He climbed over him, settling with a half-hovering straddle over his partner. A wooden hand splayed over Deidara's bare chest, just below the rippling black ink of the kinjutsu sealed within. His thumb trailed over the stitches holding that mouth closed, just barely catching on the hidden seam and pushing into it. "Do not hide your reactions from me. This experience is worthless if I cannot gather adequate data from it to help you..." Sasori's hand moved on, palm just brushing over a nipple as it glided down, down...

Yet it did not close over his partner's sex. Instead, another chakra thread wound around the base, ensuring even that would be under Sasori's control, and the hand returned back up. Back to his chest, taking its time tracing the lithe planes of a shinobi specialised in long-distance combat. Like Sasori himself, though the puppet had no such equivalent proof of his fitness. Only planks and pulleys. For someone who was so impatient to get this done with, Sasori seemed unhurried. "Do not tense up. I will not hurt you, as you stated." His touch was cool. Perhaps it would warm up over time, with exposure.

[bladedhunter]

UNDER THE CUT NOW lol

It's almost a good thing Deidara's already blushing -- because, then, there's no noticeable change in his face at Sasori's praise, even though there would have been had he not already been blushing. Deidara doesn't know why the praise gets to him, but he doesn't have time to think about this before Sasori's chakra threads shoot toward him, catching his legs. Deidara yelps softly as his legs are spread, leaving him vulnerable. It's also so hot and he's definitely not soft anymore.

Suddenly, Sasori is on top of him. Deidara draws in a quick breath, tries to steady his reactions -- and then fails entirely as Sasori's cool hand brushes over the mouth in his chest, even pressing into it. Deidara trembles, groaning quietly.

And then Sasori's hand travels down. Deidara is very still, then, waiting for what he expects... but instead of touching him, he feels chakra threads wrapping around the base of his cock. It's sort of like a tingling pressure, not to mention it's hot, so Deidara can't stop the involuntary jerk of his hips, nor the little moan that leaves him.

And with Sasori tracing every line of muscle on Deidara's body, Deidara's presence of mind is starting to waver, his breath heavy...

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori pinched Deidara's areola lightly, eyes now directly focused on dazed blues. Watching without blinking, his typical manner. "Verbalize how you are feeling," he bid him, hand now resting at just over where Deidara no doubt wanted him most. Not quite touching, not yet. There was something... sweet, here, in the growing tension. In the control Deidara had granted him. Sasori's gaze grew slightly more lidded. He watched his partner, watched him attempt to squirm, the rising-falling of his chest in shallow pants, the desire dilating his pupils. Finally, after a small eternity, the touch. A descent, a loose grip around such a sensitive thing. His hand was coated with chakra, curiously enough. It buzzed warmly, only adding to the overwhelming sensations. With agonizing precision, it drew upward, once, then fell.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

"Stay there. Unclothe yourself if you wish, or remain as you are. I do not particularly care." Sasori's voice drifted over without the puppeteer even looking in his direction, red hair ducked below boxes. His voice was still even, entirely unaffected by his instructions... Much closer to the times when he's had to patch Deidara up from missions, examine him medically, detached and almost bored. Finally he straightened up, a fat unlabelled bottle of aloe extract in his hands as he turned his head to where he presumed Deidara had listened to him and kept himself. It was expedient, he supposed, that Sasori was already shirtless. All the better to move things along. "Now," his hand lifted, the blue extending delicately. "Tell me what you don't want. Be explicit." Sasori had a few predictions, of course. But Deidara could surprise him, at times. It wasn't like his young partner had ever been an avid akasen visitor...

[bladedhunter]

Cheeks burning, Deidara almost shamefully pushes and/or pulls off his clothing in as discreet a way as he can manage. Despite being attracted to Sasori, despite wanting this, all the buildup is working at his nerves. It makes him feel weak and dumb, something he typically fights like an angry wasp.

Deidara's head whirls sideways to look at Sasori when he hears the question about what he doesn't want. He should know, he really should. But Deidara doesn't have a single idea what his boundaries are.

"Uh, just don't seriously or moderately injure me, hn," he answers after a moment. That seems to cover anything that might be actually alarming. Everything else he can think of seems okay.

His eyes sweep over Sasori in the meanwhile, definitely not checking him out.... of course not....

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori returned to him without preamble, amber eyes scanning him up and down. "Good." He stated simply. With a flick of his wrist, blue threads snapped forth and separated Deidara's limbs, ensuring he was nice and open for Sasori's... perusal. He climbed over him, settling with a half-hovering straddle over his partner. A wooden hand splayed over Deidara's bare chest, just below the rippling black ink of the kinjutsu sealed within. His thumb trailed over the stitches holding that mouth closed, just barely catching on the hidden seam and pushing into it. "Do not hide your reactions from me. This experience is worthless if I cannot gather adequate data from it to help you..." Sasori's hand moved on, palm just brushing over a nipple as it glided down, down...

Yet it did not close over his partner's sex. Instead, another chakra thread wound around the base, ensuring even that would be under Sasori's control, and the hand returned back up. Back to his chest, taking its time tracing the lithe planes of a shinobi specialised in long-distance combat. Like Sasori himself, though the puppet had no such equivalent proof of his fitness. Only planks and pulleys. For someone who was so impatient to get this done with, Sasori seemed unhurried. "Do not tense up. I will not hurt you, as you stated." His touch was cool. Perhaps it would warm up over time, with exposure.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori capitalized on Deidara's shock, blue chakra weaving together into thin strands rooted at his fingertips. Just the glimmer of a promise should Deidara dawdle... Or resist. "Very well then. Go fetch my futon, unless you'd rather me prepare you here." The provided-for futon from the very beginning of being recruited into the Akatsuki was sealed into the wall next to where it originally laid. Sasori had never used the thing, leaving it in seal-space to make room for his various projects and their components. There was enough room for it to be laid down, without needing to disturb all the things Sasori so hated to be touched without explicit permission. Meanwhile, his attention slid away from the blonde, hunting for... well, the lubricants and oils that filled this workspace were never intended for such a purpose, so Sasori had to see if he had any more medicinal creams and balms.

[bladedhunter]

Here? Deidara did notice the chakra at Sasori's fingertips, and his eyes widened, though, stupidly, his pupils darkened with arousal.

But then he was told to fetch the futon (a command -- annoying) , which was... Deidara had to think for a moment as to where it was, his thoughts were so out of place. After a moment of hesitation, with Sasori looking away, Deidara hurried off to the seal on the wall, looking a little shocked that this was even happening.

Deidara didn't say anything, yet. He wasn't sure words were really useful at this point, and his heart was beating so quickly, he wasn't exactly sure he wouldn't start shouting or taking this back.

A bit of chakra and a hand sign, and the seal was undone, and Deidara folded out the bed and lay it down, setting it onto the floor, as he glanced around for Sasori.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

"Stay there. Unclothe yourself if you wish, or remain as you are. I do not particularly care." Sasori's voice drifted over without the puppeteer even looking in his direction, red hair ducked below boxes. His voice was still even, entirely unaffected by his instructions... Much closer to the times when he's had to patch Deidara up from missions, examine him medically, detached and almost bored. Finally he straightened up, a fat unlabelled bottle of aloe extract in his hands as he turned his head to where he presumed Deidara had listened to him and kept himself. It was expedient, he supposed, that Sasori was already shirtless. All the better to move things along. "Now," his hand lifted, the blue extending delicately. "Tell me what you don't want. Be explicit." Sasori had a few predictions, of course. But Deidara could surprise him, at times. It wasn't like his young partner had ever been an avid akasen visitor...

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

A slow, thoughtful shift spread across Sasori’s face - a smile. At least his partner was straightforward. No dancing around the topic, as it were. "You want me to fuck you?" His drawl deepened a little as he measured his words out. Sasori took a step forward, hand on Deidara's chest again. It was... different, somehow. The lightest push against him, nudging him backward. "Now?" Perhaps if he granted Deidara something quick, his partner would learn that his infatuations were better spent elsewhere. Normally Sasori would be irritated at interruptions... But this time, Deidara had caught him in a more indulgent mood.

[bladedhunter]

What was with that smile? The smile -- and Sasori's drawn out, enunciated, very forward question, had Deidara's eyes going wide, blush deepening. What made it worse was that Sasori stepped forward and put his hand on his chest, nudging him to step backwards -- which Deidara did.

It was hot. So Deidara blurted out, instead of denying it, like he should have. "Yes!"

His brain had suddenly turned sort of to mush, flatline, do not compute. Was this... was this really going to happen?

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori capitalized on Deidara's shock, blue chakra weaving together into thin strands rooted at his fingertips. Just the glimmer of a promise should Deidara dawdle... Or resist. "Very well then. Go fetch my futon, unless you'd rather me prepare you here." The provided-for futon from the very beginning of being recruited into the Akatsuki was sealed into the wall next to where it originally laid. Sasori had never used the thing, leaving it in seal-space to make room for his various projects and their components. There was enough room for it to be laid down, without needing to disturb all the things Sasori so hated to be touched without explicit permission. Meanwhile, his attention slid away from the blonde, hunting for... well, the lubricants and oils that filled this workspace were never intended for such a purpose, so Sasori had to see if he had any more medicinal creams and balms.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Now that his point was adequately made, Sasori stopped, leaning back to a natural stance but passively remaining within grasp of his partner. "Correct. However, if you are so infatuated that you are driven to such... experiments, I am not... opposed to assisting you. Tell me, you may be attracted to my visage," Sasori was aware of his aesthetic appeal, but with a gaping blindspot on anything beyond that that could draw others to his flame, "-but what else? What are you desiring, Deidara?" His eyes were wide, uncanny in their perfect veinless clarity. "Elucidate. I will help you learn, if you still seek..."

[bladedhunter]

Finally, Deidara is able to breathe a little better when Sasori leans back.

In stark comparison to when Deidara often acts like he's ignoring Sasori -- another rant about how art is eternal? No need to listen to that (though actually Deidara does listen so he can argue back), Deidara is now obviously listening to every word Sasori says.

But finally, Deidara has something to say! Something else he knows better than Sasori!

"Pfft, it's not about your looks," he says, with a light roll of his eyes. Then he realizes he needs to tell Sasori why he's attracted to him, and that sobers him right up.

His hands retreat into his sleeves, to hide how his hand-mouths grind their teeth in his nervousness. "It's how annoying you are, pfft." His mouth opens, and then he mumbles low, "And the puppet strings," before he snaps his mouth shut.

"If it's not obvious, hnn..." he adds, kicking his heel against the floor. "I want, ugh...." And if his last mumbling was low, this one is even quieter. "I wanna fuck."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

A slow, thoughtful shift spread across Sasori’s face - a smile. At least his partner was straightforward. No dancing around the topic, as it were. "You want me to fuck you?" His drawl deepened a little as he measured his words out. Sasori took a step forward, hand on Deidara's chest again. It was... different, somehow. The lightest push against him, nudging him backward. "Now?" Perhaps if he granted Deidara something quick, his partner would learn that his infatuations were better spent elsewhere. Normally Sasori would be irritated at interruptions... But this time, Deidara had caught him in a more indulgent mood.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori sighed, a soft huff of familiar exasperation as his eyes slid over Deidara's face. A click of the tongue, to further elaborate on what Sasori considered incredibly obvious. (Though, Suna-nin with their doublespeak and riddlery were hard to parse for people not familiar with their ways... Sasori was a prime example of his people) "Tch, clearly not listening hard enough. Do I need to give you a stronger reply?" With a slower, even more deliberate nibble on Deidara's lip, to spell it out. Sasori's tongue, a synthetic smooth thing not too dissimilar to a flesh organ, but drier, brushed against where the pulse beat in his partner's mouth, unable to feel and accidental. Sasori raised his eyebrow again, expression deadpan. "Well?"

[bladedhunter]

When Sasori sighs, Deidara is confused. What--what is he missing here? He's not listening hard enough? But... Sasori was right! Deidara didn't hear his reply -- any reply!

Also, what the hell is a stronger--

Sasori's lips are back to pressing against Deidara's now that speaking is over, and Sasori's biting on Deidara's lip again, but harder. And tongue! Deidara's feeling tongue. It feels so good, Deidara gasps slightly.

Then it dawns on him.

A yes. That's a yes.

Is Sasori serious? Never in a million years would Deidara have guessed he would have gotten this kind of yes. Maybe a reluctant one, but this? Deidara doesn't know what to do.

Then the thought dawns on him, and he squints. "Hn. You can't really be attracted to me. So why say yes? You don't know what I want from this."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Now that his point was adequately made, Sasori stopped, leaning back to a natural stance but passively remaining within grasp of his partner. "Correct. However, if you are so infatuated that you are driven to such... experiments, I am not... opposed to assisting you. Tell me, you may be attracted to my visage," Sasori was aware of his aesthetic appeal, but with a gaping blindspot on anything beyond that that could draw others to his flame, "-but what else? What are you desiring, Deidara?" His eyes were wide, uncanny in their perfect veinless clarity. "Elucidate. I will help you learn, if you still seek..."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori had inferred that Deidara was attracted to him; nonetheless... He was never one to mindlessly repeat words, abhorred it usually, but this time was an exception. "Attracted to me?" His hand snaked up with a snap, grabbing Deidara's face. No escape, Sasori had no patience for that today. His grip was precise. It didn't hurt, though firmly modulated. "None of that now." He refused to let the partnership they shared to downturn. Breaking in a new partner was tedious, and foolish feelings... Yes, those were a common cause in standards breaking down. Sasori leaned in again, pressing his mouth back onto Deidara's- but this time, his mouth parted. His alternate sets of teeth were tucked away, mouth dry and nothing more than faintly tinged with linseed soil as he barely nipped Deidara's lower lip. "You haven't heard my reply, have you?" There was discussion to be had. It would not be simple, never could be with someone, something like Sasori. This body was perfect. There was no lust, no love, no finicky emotions left in his masterpiece. If Deidara wished to tangle with him.............. He would give his younger partner some courtesy of knowing what he was trying to run into.

His foolish junior.

[bladedhunter]

--Aaah!

Sasori grabs Deidara's face, taking him off guard entirely, as flustered as Deidara is. Deidara really doesn't have any escape, no matter how much he tried to turn, back away.

To his shock, Sasori then leans in and kisses him.

What--?

Deidara's eyes open wide with shock, but as Sasori nips at his lower lip, his eyes flutter closed.

Okay, yes. This is what he wanted.

You haven't heard my reply, have you?

Deidara can't pull away, but he seems to be allowed to talk. "I'm listening, hn!" His cheeks are red.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori sighed, a soft huff of familiar exasperation as his eyes slid over Deidara's face. A click of the tongue, to further elaborate on what Sasori considered incredibly obvious. (Though, Suna-nin with their doublespeak and riddlery were hard to parse for people not familiar with their ways... Sasori was a prime example of his people) "Tch, clearly not listening hard enough. Do I need to give you a stronger reply?" With a slower, even more deliberate nibble on Deidara's lip, to spell it out. Sasori's tongue, a synthetic smooth thing not too dissimilar to a flesh organ, but drier, brushed against where the pulse beat in his partner's mouth, unable to feel and accidental. Sasori raised his eyebrow again, expression deadpan. "Well?"

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori did not blink; glass eyes with irises burning, the Suna sunset captured carefully behind shuttered eyelids now widened. He had stilled, a disconnected joint in his hands to be buffed smooth and placed back in its place. Sasori had always cared so much about things in their proper places. "..." He was getting used to this. Deidara has been starting this new behaviour a little while now, planting kisses on him as if trying to see him react. The puppeteer was playing along for now, waiting to see what conclusions Deidara would draw. What was the basis? Pure convenience by proximity? Certainly he had not stung Deidara yet for daring. He was still silent. Still watching Deidara, eyes lidding a little more as the surprise passed. His mouth was cool and hard as it moved under softer lips. "Did you need something, Deidara?"

[bladedhunter]

At the kiss, Deidara could almost sense Sasori's stillness, even though Deidara's syes were closed. It was true Sasori might see this as just the natural progression of Deidara's little tests -- "running into" Sasori in a convenient way that just happens to mean they kiss, etc. At first it really was on accident! But that first time, Deidara had felt this electric spark, just for an instant.

Intense. Fleeting. Beautiful. Deidara wanted more. Needed more.

So he kept going back for more, despite himself or his frustration that Sasori did not seem to notice.

With Sasori watching him, as Deidara's lips moved against his cold, hard ones, Deidara felt that spark again. Yes, this was art.

And then Deidara leaned back -- only to turn red at the question. "N-no, Sasori no danna!" came the knee-jerk reaction. But then he thought twice about it. "Only.... if you want to know what I need.... " Deidara averted his eyes, considering.

But, no, Sasori didn't care what Deidara needed, right? Even so, Deidara mumbled a little answer: "You."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori's brow lifted, that precisely carved tile, finely painted red notches set against the rest of his facial plating. "Me?" He pulled away just slightly, if only so he could work in an arm between their bodies. It tapped against Deidara's chest, right along a collarbone. "What about me? I'm right here." His voice was dry, but not yet tinged with ominous curtness. His tail flicked once. "Be more specific," he said, almost chidingly. It was a biteless comment.

[bladedhunter]

A light blush colors Deidara's cheek, flustering him, when Sasori taps on his chest, telling him to be more specific. "What if I don't want to be more specific, hn?!" he stammers out. His heart rate picks up, and his breathing quickens, too, ever so slightly.

After all, this is Sasori, his art rival! He shouldn't be so flustered!

So Deidara pulls away, shaking his head. "Hn, it must be the monotony of this repetitive thing you call art driving me insane and making me attracted to you," he says, wrapping his confession in an insult. He shakes his head. "I must be crazy, heh! Wanting you to kiss me..."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Sasori had inferred that Deidara was attracted to him; nonetheless... He was never one to mindlessly repeat words, abhorred it usually, but this time was an exception. "Attracted to me?" His hand snaked up with a snap, grabbing Deidara's face. No escape, Sasori had no patience for that today. His grip was precise. It didn't hurt, though firmly modulated. "None of that now." He refused to let the partnership they shared to downturn. Breaking in a new partner was tedious, and foolish feelings... Yes, those were a common cause in standards breaking down. Sasori leaned in again, pressing his mouth back onto Deidara's- but this time, his mouth parted. His alternate sets of teeth were tucked away, mouth dry and nothing more than faintly tinged with linseed soil as he barely nipped Deidara's lower lip. "You haven't heard my reply, have you?" There was discussion to be had. It would not be simple, never could be with someone, something like Sasori. This body was perfect. There was no lust, no love, no finicky emotions left in his masterpiece. If Deidara wished to tangle with him.............. He would give his younger partner some courtesy of knowing what he was trying to run into.

His foolish junior.

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Izuna's lazy smile didn't flicker, since considering this was from Reto... Yes, he did expect a more straightforward question to come from the Kazekage. "Ah, my kekkei genkai..." Uchiha eyes didn't quite reflect light, not in the same way that other eyes did. The colour was abyssal. Izuna tilted his head slightly, considering. His words came out velvety soft, measured. "It is a great power. There are some who think the cost is worth. But they are... not the majority." He blinked and the shade seemed to shift and he glanced at Chikamatsu with more levity threaded through his voice. "How should the order go, Chikamatsu-ma~? Do you want to ask one of us next~? Or should I..."

[sunagakurenosato]

Chikamatsu's laughter rang like silver bells in their room overlooking the village square. Lanterns lit up the hustle and bustle of the streets below, wide awake even at this late hour. Their own space, by contrast, was illuminated by the languid flame of a few candles scattered around the sandstone room. Between the haze of intoxication and the dappled lighting, quite a number of things could happen in the dark.

"Izuna-sama, I think you should set the next turn--- having answered the last one, after all," Chikamatu was quick to pour them another round, a sly smile playing on his lips. Reto wasted no time taking in the his cup, watching intently as the game progressed. "But I do choose dare this time."

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Despite their dark colour, Izuna's eyes were like candleflames. He blinked slowly at the two Suna-born, propping up his chin onto his wrists as he thought. "Dare, mm~...?" He closed his eyes, humming deeply to himself. Izuna drummed his fingers on the spread below him. "Chikamatsu-ma, would you kindly dress up for me?" His gaze flicked to the wardrobe. "What you would find on a more curvaceous form, please."