I OWN NOTHING, DAMIT
SASORI x DEIDARA
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It was late, and Deidara was horny as hell. He rolled on to his side, trying to sleep. It didn't work. He sighed. Walking to his bathroom, he stripped down.
Sasori sat on his bed, trying to figure out what to do about his new partner.
~*Flashback to earlier that day*~
As Sasori walked by Deidaras' room he could hear him muttering. Sasori heard his name and stopped walking when he heard his name. He leaned closer to his door.
"I wonder…Sasori real form…if…show… I'll ask…"
~*End of flashback*~
Sasori smiled a very evil smile. He knew how to deal with Deidara.
He heard the shower go off next door. Sasoris' eye twitched. He could hear moans from the other side of the wall. He heard his name, and something inside him snapped.
He would kill him tomorrow. He was sure of that, or at least he'd hurt him to never do it again.
Deidara placed a hand on his mouth to cover up his moans. He kept moving his hand up and down his shaft.
"Sasori, ah ah ah, Sa-Sasori. Faster, fa-faster Sasori, faster. Mh, harder. Ah, ah, ah, SASORI!"