Poison

(A/N: Unlike the first part, this is from Deidara's point of view, so yeah. Just to clarify. Thank you very much to everyone who reviewed! I hope you enjoy this! It's not just pure smut like What I Go To School For, this continues on a few days after Toxic. Sasori and Deidara arrive back at base and Deidara reflects, asks advice and gets fucked senseless.

Apologies for the lateness of this, seems whenever I try to update on time my teachers decide it's time to give me a mountain of homework and some idiot lost my fucking coursework so chances are I'm going to have to do it. AGAIN. seethes.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!)

He'd had his fair share of poisonings in his time in Akatsuki; having puppet master Sasori Akasuna for a partner guaranteed these things. The human puppet coated each of the weapons attached to himself and his beloved creations with various poisons that did a variety of things. Some burned their victims from the inside out during the course of about a week, an agonising painful death. Others paralyzed and slowly sapped the body of all it's energy until it gave up. Not one of them killed outright. Deidara had a strong suspiscion that Sasori secretly liked to watch and hear his opponents screaming in pain and fear as the toxins seeped into their bloodstream and round their bodies in seconds.

Your cruel device

Your blood, like ice

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

Deidara had been Sasori's partner long enough to know that even the shallowest cut could prove fatal unless the appropriate antidote was applied as soon as possible. Sasori kept a number of these antidotes on his person, because, as a result of his and Deidara's artistic differences, when fights broke out, he couldn't risk losing his partner. Deidara now knew that it was because Sasori had loved him since the blond joined Akatsuki, but until that had been thrown into the open, Deidara had just believed it was because getting another partner would be too much hassle for the ex-Suna ninja. He knew somewhere deep down that harboring his own feeling for Sasori were dangerous, but since when had he cared how dangerous his actions were? All he knew was that Sasori was indeed much like a poison himself, a poison that could cause a death so euphoric, you couldn't care less that you were dying.

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't want to break these chains

Anyway, each of these poisons had a different feel as it hit your veins, some burned slowly, some fiercely, others were virtually undetectable, most of them numbed the limbs and organs they reached almost instantly. The one that Sasori had been using most recently overwhelmed the senses, robbing the victim of all awareness of their surroundings and situation, turning them into sitting ducks. The way Deidara was currently feeling, felt like the effects of that poison. Only, instead of being robbed completely of his much needed senses, they were enhanced to the point that concentration was almost impossible and everything seemed more vibrant than it had before. It was like something out of a bad romance novel, or some overly slushy poem, either way, it was very strange to the young blond artist and in the end, he had to swallow his pride and ask Konan exactly what the fuck was going on.

Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I'm caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace on sweat

He'd been worried it was the after effects of one of his Danna's poisons, but when asked, Sasori had snapped that there was nothing wrong with his antidotes. He invented the perfect poisons, so he also created the perfect antidotes. Hands down, no questions asked. The blue haired kunoichi, however, had nearly fallen out of her chair laughing (making Deidara feel very uncomfortable in the process) before regaining her composure, wiping away the tears and beginning. She started off by asking him some fairly simple questions, that slowly got worse:

"Have you been taking any hallucinogenic drugs?"

"No."

"Have you been spending a lot of time at high altitudes on those clay birds of yours?"

"No."

"Been drinking any type of disinfectant?"

"Uhh...no?"

"Pissed Itachi off?"

"Hell no!"

"Gotten laid?" Deidara had outright glared at her for that, while trying to hide the blush,

"...No.." She'd raised an eyebrow and barely managed to hide her grin, now she had the knowledge of the sculptor's intact virginity.

"Has Sasori finally told you how he feels?"

"No...wait...umm..heh.." Deidara's cheeks had ended up the same coloured as afore mentioned puppet master's hair and he let his gaze wander down to his sandals, which were surprisingly interesting after owning them for 2 years. Konan grinned,

"Took him long enough! Did you not realise!? He's been making moo-cow eyes at you since...forever!" Deidara groaned inwardly and as he predicted, things went downhill from there. Konan proceeded to gush about how cute they must look together and explained that what Deidara was experiencing was perfectly normal for someone in love. He stood there and nodded along, punctuating his silence with grunts, but when she started trying to give him sex tips, he was gone faster than you could say "Kaboom!".

It had been two long, blissful weeks after Sasori had admitted his true feeling for Deidara and vice versa, and the two had been spending a lot more time together. Well, considering they spent a lot of time in each other's company anyway, that wasn't really saying much, but they certainly did a lot more with the time. They now spent the hours locked away behind a solid oak door in each others arms, kissing and cuddling. During this time, Deidara had learned that Sasori had kept certain parts of his anatomy human, such as his mouth and cock (Deidara was secretly rather relieved, he'd had scary thoughts about his partner looking the same as the male ninja dolls his childhood friends had played with). They'd never gotten past the mutual masturbation base and Deidara knew they were going to be moving on fast, the two were far too into their relationship for it to not happen, but he was still nervous as hell. Today was no different, they'd started it as they had for the past fortnight, kissing and cuddling in their now shared bed, only today, Deidara's stomach didn't interrupt before things got steamier. Sasori was nibbling Deidara's neck, making the blond squirm and moan, and his other hand was slowly sneaking down to the sculptor's loose pajama pants and slipping inside, rubbing his cock through his boxers, causing Deidara's moans to increase in volume slightly. As always, Sasori was always the instigator of their little shenanigans and he took upon this role again as he slowly removed Deidara's pants and boxers (the only clothing he wore in bed) and threw them across the room, wrapping his hand fully around the blond's quickly hardening cock. A string of soft moans punctuated by Sasori's name followed as he began to stroke up and down, waiting,Deidara.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)

I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)

I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

As the sculptor's eyes fluttered closed, Sasori smirked slightly, and put his new plan into play. Deidara's blue eyes snapped open, wide as saucers before clenching shut again as he moaned loudly at the hot, wet feeling engulfing his lower regions. Sasori chuckled from his position between his lover's legs, the sound vibrating around the blond's cock which was currently in Sasori's mouth, producing louder moans.

Just when he thought he could take no more of the sweet torture, Sasori pulled off, Deidara whined in protest. Sasori smirked, brushing a drop of precum off his lip with his thumb,

"I have other things in store for you Dei-kun." He whispered, moving back up to kiss the blond,

"Are you ready?" Deidara didn't need to ask what Sasori was getting at. He bit his lip, took a deep breath and nodded,

"Y-yeah." The red head raised an eyebrow,

"Sure?"

"Just do it, un." He replied, closing his eyes briefly.

Sasori nodded, grabbing the bottle of lube he'd had lying around for Kami knows how long. He knelt between Deidara's legs, uncapped the bottle and coated three of his fingers in the cold substance. He glanced back up at the sculptor to see half lidded blue eyes staring down at him. He slowly positioned the first finger, and after a small nod from the blond, gently pushed it in. He felt Deidara tense and wriggle slightly, no doubt the new sensation felt more than a little weird. He cooed softly, moving the digit in and out, getting him used to the feeling before slipping another, nearly stopping the movements all together when the blond whimpered,

"Shh, it's okay, it'll get better...I promise" I hope was the phrase actually going through Sasori's mind, but it wouldn't do anything for Deidara's nerves should he voice it. Besides, thinking of the large number of men who did this on a regular basis, it had to feel good eventually, right? He tried angling his fingers differently on each small thrust, trying to find that spot that was supposedly there. Deidar's small pained noises suddenly turned into a gasp and a moan,

"Shit Danna...do that again..." he groaned. Sasori smirked slightly. Gotcha. He aimed for the same spot, his confidence growing when the blond didn't even notice the third finger entering him.

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

When he was certain that Deidara was fully prepared and relaxed, Sasori removed his fingers, chuckling slightly at Deidara's whine of protest. He quickly lubed his cock, making sure there was an even layer of the liquid covering his length. He positioned himself, looking into those blue eyes, clouded by lust and desire,

"Do it." Deidara whispered huskily. Sasori nodded absently, pushing the head of his cock past the first tight ring of muscle. Both men gasped. Deidara at the feeling of being stretched further, Sasori at the tight heat constricting his arousal. He slowly pushed in more, biting his lip when Deidara mewled in pain, but not stopping until he was fully in. Resisting the urge to fuck the blond senseless now, he leaned down, feathering light kisses to Deidara's chest and collarbone,

"Are you okay?" He managed to ask. The sculptor nodded, his eyes slowly opening and his hands relinquishing their vice grip on the blankets slightly,

"Un, just move." He replied. Sasori placed a hand on Deidara's hip and pulled out a short way, pushing back in, aiming for the blond's prostate again. Another whimpered. Missed. he tried again. A loud moan followed by Sasori's name. Perfect. Now he had his target, Sasori moved a little faster. Deidara's moans increased in intensity as Sasori's thrusts quickened and got a little harder. Each movement sending white shocks of pleasure up his spine. The blond untangled a hand from the blankets to grasp his leaking cock, stroking it in time with his Danna's thrusts. A particularly hard thrust sent Deidara screaming Sasori's name as he climaxed, coating both their stomachs in hot white liquid. This in turn sent Sasori over the edge as Deidara's muscles tightened around him. His voice reaching a crescendo as he came deep inside his lover. Exhausted, Sasori pulled out gently and all but collapsed on top of Deidara, his sweat soaked hair clinging to the equally sweat skin of the blond's chest. Said blond giggled, wrapping an arm loosely around the red head's shoulders,

"D-Sasori...that was...amazing...un.." He said breathlessly. Sasori smiled at the use of his name, not 'Danna',

"I know..."

They lay like that for some time, cuddled into each other as the sweat slowly evaporated from their bodies and their breathing returned to normal. Finally Sasori found the strength to lift his head and allow red-brown eyes to meet blue ones,

"Deidara?"

"Un?"

"I love you." Deidara smiled, feeling those butterflies, Konan's words coming back to him,

"Love you too Danna." He replied, snuggling further into the red head's shoulder as the Sandman took his hand and led him to the world of dreams. Sasori gazed at the sleeping blond in his arms before returning the affection nuzzling and closing his own eyes.

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah

I don't want to break these chains

Poison, oh no

Runnin' deep inside my veins,

Burnin' deep inside my veins

It's poison

I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

(A/N: Lyrics in italics are from Poison by Alice Cooper. Title inspired by the song and the lyrics do to an exten describe how Deidara feels. Sasori is dangerous, but he wouldn't give him up for anything.

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