▼All Time Low → Jasey Rae

Don't make this easy
I want you to mean it

"Are you finished?" Sasori drew the blonde back at arms length, holding him by the shoulders.

Deidara nodded slowly, reaching up to wipe the last of the tears away. "I'm sor-"

"I've decided we're done with the apologies."

"Does this mean you forgive me?"

"No," Sasori walked into the kitchen, running a glass of water. "Here,"

Deidara drank the water, frowning. He set the glass down. "Sas-"

Sasori pushed the blonde against the table, capturing his mouth with his own. He pulled away as suddenly as he had approached. "We're done with apologies, and we're done with talking."

Deidara eagerly accepted the kisses from Sasori, nearly shivering with excitement. But it took him a mere moment for his outlook to change. The moment Sasori broke the kiss, Deidara shoved him away.

"What are you-"

"Don't…Don't kiss me." Deidara glared at Sasori. "I don't know what you're thinking. But you're mad at me. And I'm not just going to stand here and let you vent your emotions through me like I'm so doll that you can play with and toss away."

Sasori smirked. "What are you trying to say, Brat?"

"Don't kiss me unless you mean it."

"Mean what?"

"That…That…You have feelings for me, un." Deidara sighed. "That you love me like I love you, yea…"

"Don't say that."

"Say what?"

"That you love me, Brat. It's a double standard if you think I can't kiss you unless I mean it, but you can throw around that phrase."

"But, Sasori, I do love you, un,"

Sasori placed a hand on the side of Deidara's face, tilting his head up. He claimed his lips gently, passionately. "I mean this, Brat," He whispered, before kissing him again.

The common sense and confidence
To bring an end to promises

Deidara tugged Sasori closer, his kisses becoming feverish, desperate.

Sasori kept moving closer to the blonde, until he was back against the table. He pushed Deidara against it, so he was half sitting, half leaning, his legs locked around Sasori.

The puppet's hands traveled the Blonde's body, tugging his shirt away. As he pulled back to tug the shirt over Deidara's head, his eyes landed on something behind the blonde, on the table.

Deidara pulled Sasori closer, his lips warm on the puppet master's neck, sucking, biting, licking.

Sasori bit back a moan, his nails gently digging into the bomber's back. Deidara arched away, pressing against Sasori.

The puppet's hands left Deidara's body, blindly groping along the table until…yes, his fingers closed around the sharp object. He gripped it tightly.

Deidara frowned lightly. "Are you okay, Sasori?"

In response, Sasori claimed his lips again. "Don't ask stupid questions, Brat."

Deidara smiled at him, blue orbs locked on muddy brown. "I love you, Sasori."

Sasori pressed his lips gently to Deidara's. "Let's move somewhere more comfortable."

Deidara hopped off the table, turning towards the doorway.

"Lead the way," Sasori smirked. The moment Deidara's back was to him, he replaced the object on the table.

Even with the perfect opportunity, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The kunai blade seemed to mock him, its potential laying ignored on the table.

I've never told a lie And that makes me a liar
I've never made a bet But we gamble in desire

"Kiss me," Deidara whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind kept repeating, this is real, this is real. All thoughts were silenced when Sasori's lips met his. It was like the first time they kissed, every time they kissed. He couldn't anticipate the electric shock that coursed through his body, the lack of oxygen as the older male stole his breath away.

When they broke apart, Deidara tore Sasori's shirt from his body, tossing it away. "Danna…" He took a second to stare at the toned, tanned skin before attacking it with his mouth. He sucked on his collar bone, trailed kisses across his chest, and licked the small pink nub.

A slight moan that escaped Sasori set Deidara on fire. He wanted him, wanted this. He was desperate for more, every touch setting passion into his skin, an ache that he couldn't grasp, couldn't ease. He had to have more.

"Brat…" Sasori shoved Deidara away, pushing him onto the bed and crawling on him. "I want you," He whispered breathlessly.
I've never lit a match With intent to start a fire
But recently the flames Are getting out of control

Deidara twisted his fingers into Sasori's hair, tugging him into a kiss. Sasori took this as an opportunity to remove the boy's clothing. In one motion, Deidara found himself completely naked.

He gasped as the air attacked his bare form. "Danna," He moaned, arching up to rub his erection on Sasori's clothed one.

"Brat," Sasori sucked on his neck, biting down gently before moving to give his collar bone the same treatment. "I want to hear you," He swirled his tongue around a hardened pink nub. "I want you to beg me," He kissed down his stomach. "Tell me what you want," He exhaled softly on Deidara's manhood.

"S-Sasori, please," Deidara clutched the bed sheets, wiggling his hips.

Sasori licked the tip. "More, Deidara?"

"More, please," Deidara arched up.

Sasori licked from base to tip, blowing on the wet trail softly. "Like that, Deidara?"

Deidara nodded frantically, then shook his head. "Danna, please," He whined.

Sasori arched a brow. "Tell me, Brat."

"Danna, suck me," He groaned. No sooner had the words left his mouth; Sasori leaned down, taking his member into his mouth. He moved slowly, swirling his tongue and sliding his teeth along the shaft.

"Faster," Deidara arched his hips. His fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white.

Sasori smirked, following orders, his head bobbing quickly.

Deidara's moans filled the air, accompanied by heavy breathing. "Danna…M-More,"

Sasori quickened his pace, a free hand wondering up to tweak the blonde's nipples.

Deidara arched off the bed, crying out as his vision turned white.

Sasori swallowed and licked any drops clear from Deidara's manhood.
These images that fill my head
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes

Deidara lay, shuddering, trying to regain his breath. "Sasori…" He released the sheets, tugging the red head closer weakly. He pressed his lips to the older male's, tasting himself on the bruised lips. It was salty and warm. He pulled away, licking his lips. "We have a small problem," He whispered, smiling.

"What's that, Brat?" From his view point, the blonde had been rather pleased. How could there be a problem?

Deidara shoved Sasori, quickly moving so he was on top. "I think this is the problem," He whispered, his leg gently pressing between Sasori's thighs.

Sasori arched up, a moan trapped in his throat. Deidara grinned at the reaction, pressing his partner's hips back down against the bed. "Be patient," Deidara chided, smirking seductively.

Sasori wasn't known for his patience, and wasn't about to have the brat remind him of the fact. Contraire to the demands, he arched his hips again.

Deidara slid his hands down Sasori's chest, sliding them just under the waist band of his pants, balancing on his knees. He slid the pants down to Sasori's knees, felt the puppet kicking them off.

"Excited?" Deidara teased, wrapping one hand along the pulsating member.

Sasori didn't respond, knowing a single word would be turned into a moan, and he wasn't going to give Deidara that pleasure.

Deidara smirked, almost guessing Sasori's thoughts. He moved his hand slowly, teasingly. "Watch me, Danna," He stared into Sasori's lust coated eyes.

He shifted backwards and lowered his head, gently sucking the tip as his hand continued to move, not losing eye contact.

Sasori arched his hips up suddenly, forcing his entire length into Deidara's mouth. Deidara swallowed around the intrusion.

The contraction of muscles around his sensitive area tore a moan from Sasori's throat.

That one noise was enough to excite Deidara, and his slow, teasing motions were traded for desperate, excited motions. The combination of tongue, teeth, and pressure sent Sasori over the edge, arching up and biting his lip to muffle the groan that still managed to escape.

Deidara swallowed, licking the mess clean.

Tell my voice what it takes
To speak up, Speak up

Sasori waited for the brat to crawl back up to him, locking lips again. The mixture of flavors was odd, but tantalizing. He broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Deidara smiled. "Not tired already, are you, Danna, un?"

Sasori smirked. "I don't think I was watching you right. Could you demonstrate those talents again?" He held three fingers in front of Deidara's mouth.

Deidara sucked on them gently, twirling his finger over and around the digits. When Sasori took them from his mouth, he changed positions.

"Anxious, Brat?" Sasori inserted a finger into Deidara's hole, waiting barely a second before adding another.

Deidara jerked slightly, but was calmed as Sasori's lips met his. He distracted him with kisses as he added the third finger, carefully searching for-

"Ah!" Deidara broke the kiss as he moaned. "Danna…" His fingers dug into the puppet's back.

Sasori struck the spot again, smirking at the reaction. He slid his fingers out, Deidara groaning in disapproval.

"Ready, Brat?" He didn't wait for the reply, sliding in completely.

Deidara jerked away, hissing at the intrusion and sudden pain.

Sasori brushed blonde locks away from his forehead, placing a gentle kiss in their place. "Tell me when,"

Deidara nodded hesitantly, his fingers digging into the soft skin.

Sasori slid out and slammed in, aiming for the spot he knew would take the pain away.

Deidara arched off the bed, moaning loudly. "Danna, again,"

Sasori was quick to comply, thrusting in, pulling nearly out, and repeating.

"Harder, un" Deidara panted.

Sasori braced himself, fingers digging into thin hips as he slammed in over and over.

"Danna, faster," Deidara begged, his nails digging tiny rivets into Sasori's back.

They had no pattern, simply slamming and arching, lost in wave after wave of pleasure.

Sasori released his grip on Deidara with one hand, wrapping it around his neglected manhood. With fast paced strokes that didn't match the thrusting, he slid his hand over the leaking member.

Deidara cried out in moans, breathing heavy. "Danna, un," He moaned loudly, digging his nails in tighter as he released, coating both of their sweating bodies.

The muscles contracting around Sasori was too much, and he followed quickly, filling Deidara with his seed.
That my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath
And my words are as timed as the beating in my chest

Sasori pulled out of Deidara, dropping, panting, beside the blonde.

"Danna…" Deidara ignored the mess, cuddling close to his partner. "I love you, un" He whispered, pressing his lips to Sasori's throat.

Sasori tilted the bomber's face up, kissing him gently. "I love you, too, Brat."

Deidara smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling. A stabbing pain in his leg stole his attention, and he stared in confusion at the kunai, dripping purple, half dug in his leg.

"But I can't forgive you." Sasori whispered. He pressed his lips to the blonde's one last time, pulling away in time to watch the light fade from his eyes as they fell shut.