So I'm really trying to avoid studying at the moment, so I finished this.
This started when I got the very strong urge to write this after seeing Maleficent and I wrote most of this in one sitting, but the rest later.
This story has two parts!
Warnings: ... Dudes doin' it, perhaps age difference, but nothing illegal.

Enjoy!

The sound of hurried footsteps bounced off the walls of the small cottage, followed by some swears as the owner of said feet tripped over some books left out. "Damnit, Deidara," the man muttered as he kicked the tomes away to get through the narrow hall, his arms filled with scrolls.

Once he got back to his scrawling desk, he put down the scrolls and took out his pocket watch to see the time. He tsked his tongue and put the device back into it's respective pocket. Just as he opened one of the large scrolls, he smelt something burning and paused before heading to his kitchenette to see if his elixir was burning or not.

In the end, the man had to pour a bucket of water into his cauldron to cancel the elixir and prevent it from blowing up. He grimaced as he looked inside, seeing that his ingredients were wasted. Not even bothering to clean it up, he went back to the main room to plop down into his chair and wait for his familiar's return.

The man's name was Sasori Akasuna, a witch at the age of twenty-two who was behind on all of his orders just because his familiar had given him the wrong list of items required to make his commissions. The familiar had promised to get all of the items needed in time for Sasori to turn in all of the elixirs and potions to the person who requested them, but it was already midnight and the orders were due in six hours.

The witch blew his blazing hair out of his face, his dull brown eyes sweeping across the room to see if he had anything to help him finish his commission. Nothing.

Groaning, the man buried his face in his hands and wondered when he put so much trust in that familiar he called his only friend.

–Years Ago–

Sasori stared at the gilded cage and then back at his parents, with an expression that could only be read as contempt. "It's a bird," he stated it as if it was the most conspicuous thing ever and his mother gave a sigh.

"It is, Sasori and because you're eight now, you get your own familiar."

Sasori's lips went into a tense line. "I thought that the familiar chooses me?"

"Oh, he has, Sasori, back when you were a baby," his mother explained gently as she leaned down to talk to him, brushing against the bird's cage to do so.

"This familiar is very special, Sasori," his father said to him, placing a hand on top of the cage. "The last person he served was Granny Chiyo, and before that the First Kazekage. He's was found by our ancestor Gaara and made a familiar, and that was thousands of years ago. And now he's yours. He will help and protect you and do what is necessary for your success."

Sasori scoped out the white bird in it's cage, narrowing his eyes and examining it as if it was another mere object. When he grew older he would find that the bird looked like a kestrel except that the chestnut color was replaced with white and that this bird had blue eyes.

"What can a bird do?" he asked, crossing his arms and his mother smiled gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"This is more of a hawk than a bird, Sasori. Communication and observation are his specialties, but like all familiars he can transform into a human and help you that way, but for the moment, it's important that he stay in that cage so he stays a hawk. Once your father and I make a charm for him he won't be able to change even when he leaves the cage. You're still very young so it's important that you become stronger until you let him transform."

Sasori eyed the bird again and it tilted his head cutely, making him scowl. "So it's dangerous?"

His father gave a small chuckle. "He can be a bit rowdy and has a tendency to run off is what your granny has said, at least until he gets to know you."

"So I have to train it? I thought it's as old as dirt, so why do I have to–"

"Sasori," his father interjected, his countenance stern. "This isn't just something to help you with your studies or make them do nilly things for you, this is a Rite of Passage for all witches. He will help you understand your responsibilities and make you a better person altogether. This isn't a choice and you should be grateful when not all children your age get a rare and powerful familiar like this."

Sasori looked at the ground from being admonished. "I understand. When may I be able to let it out of its cage?"

"Him, Sasori," his mother corrected. "And not until the charm is completed." at that moment, a large black dog entered the room, a great dane, his ears pointed and alert to his surroundings. The woman turned around and flicked her hand, and the canine turned into a man with spiked up black hair and yellow eyes, shining against his darkened skin. "Did you find it, Sandaime?"

"Yes, ma'am, it's on your desk. Is there anything else needed?"

The woman pondered on it. "We're low on milk, could you pick some up?"

The familiar nearly deflated, as if he were expecting a greater task. "Of course, will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you," she said, smiling before turning back to Sasori who scowled at her and she sent him a stern look. "When you understand the responsibilities of a familiar, then you can have them do things like that."

He gave a petulant sigh and turned back to his new familiar. "What do I do with him?"

"For now, keep him in your room," his father said, now turning to leave the parlor room.

Sasori nodded and picked up the cage by it's base, the familiar inside not moving from his hanging perch even as it swayed. Sasori continued to stare at it, wondering if he would be the one to name the familiar because he didn't bother to ask for his name.

He set the cage down on his crowded desk and his chirped at him, flapping his wings gently as he moved a step to the left on his perch, towards the small door on the cage. Sasori scoffed and sat down at his desk where he had a kit opened up filled with crystals, a paper laid out by it.

He picked up one of the clear unmarked ones, ignoring the cracked ones, and held half of it in his hand so he could just see the top of the crystal. Concentrating, he put a bit of his own magic into the rock and it lit up. He tried to imagine the force inside the crystal, making it something new, but as soon as he put more force behind it, the crystal cracked and was once more unusable.

He heard a squawk from the cage and he sent a glare to the familiar who was flapping his wings in humor. Giving a pout, Sasori picked up the next crystal and began trying again.

This was a task given to him by his father who said he was not allowed to advance until he could successfully transform the crystal. This was the one task that took him more than a day to complete and it was nearly killing him to be stalled.

After his next crystal failed, Sasori heard his familiar chirp at him and he give him a sideways glance, now noticing that the bird was off his perch and was now on the base of the cage. The bird tried to stick his head through the bars and only got so far, but Sasori saw what he was pointing to.

He glanced at the paper seeing the unclear instructions that he had tried to follow. He narrowed his eyes at the familiar before looking over the paper again to see what he had missed.

When he finally got a translations book from his father's study he found that there was only one part of the instructions he was supposed to follow and that was to change the color.

"This is a child's game," Sasori exclaimed as soon as he turned three of the crystals blue. "They should really be more clear when they say transform," he muttered.

He eyed his familiar but didn't give any thanks, instead going to his father for his next task.

–One Week Later–

He had been advancing once again in his studies, and Sasori was finally going to be getting his own spell book.

"This is a family heirloom, Sasori, so be very careful and for the first few weeks it cannot leave my study, is that understood?"

"Mhm," Sasori replied nonchalantly as he began flipping through the large tomb. "This even has potions and elixirs? What about other mixtures? Do I get to use your alchemy station?"

"For now," his father replied as he shut the book and Sasori frowned. "But for the moment, it's bedtime, so get ready."

Sasori pouted and muttered something petulantly as he went back to his room, walking by Sandaime who called a goodnight to him. He even saw his father's familiar, a lynx, lounging in the den, but she offered no words to him, instead peering at him with her slitted yellow eyes.

As soon as he got to his room, he heard Deidara, as he found out the familiar did have a name, squawk at him loudly and he shushed him. "You're going to wake the whole house," he said, as he went to his closet to find his pajamas. He frowned down at them. "The maid didn't iron them," he complained once he got in them and tucked himself into bed.

He turned down the lights with the magic he learned at the age of five and Deidara began chirping at him again, jumping around his cage.

"What do you want?" Sasori groaned as he got up to see what the familiar was trying to get at. After a minute he scoffed and went back to bed. "I can't understand you, but if you keep freaking out then Mom and Dad won't let you out." After a moment the familiar quieted down and went back to his perch. Sasori stared at him began pondering to himself.

"Are you an old man as a human? They say you're thousands years old, so are you eternal? How do you become eternal? My friend Itachi's dad's familiar died of old age, so why don't you?"

The bird gave no answer and instead looked out the window, the moon shining into the room as soon as the clouds moved.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Sasori said as he began to fall asleep.

–

Sasori's eyes began to twitch as he inhaled something rancid. He gave a cough to clear his throat but the offending scent just increased and he was forced awake with another hacking cough. He could hear Deidara squawking away in his cage while he flew in the small space, making a ruckus.

Sasori opened his eyes groggily to see but his vision was hazy. When he got out of bed and walked a few steps, he realized it wasn't his eyes, but his room. It was filled with smoke.

He felt fear clench his heart and his stomach dropped, making him feel like he was about to throw up. He walked to his door slowly and was about to open it when he heard shouting on the other side.

"Find it, I don't care if you have to kill all of them, just do it."

Sasori's hand froze above the door handle and he moved away from the door, now noticing that Deidara was silent. He moved to the cage that held his familiar picked it up so he could take it to the window. He opened the glass window and the cage door before he shook the object, trying to get Deidara to fly out. He knew that he couldn't carry whole cage out of the window with him and he just hoped that the bird wouldn't leave him as soon as he got out.

Deidara squawked at him again just as the door opened and Sasori was pulled from the window, the cage falling down as the familiar cried from inside.

"I got their kid," the man holding him said and Sasori struggled against him as he was pulled from his room, yelling at them to let him go.

He was pulled into the den where he found his mother bound and on her knees, her familiar by her, unmoving. As soon as her eyes found him she cried out and began speaking a spell but she was soon knocked down by one of the men that invaded their house.

Sasori didn't know how to react as he watched his mother get beaten. He was almost completely unaware of the fire that was engulfing the other side of the house, the part that contained his father's study.

Soon, the man left his mother alone to search in another part of the house, walking through the flames with no hinderance. Then Sasori noticed that he was being dragged towards the fire but he couldn't find himself to do anything.

That was when he saw a large shadow move from his room and run towards the man who was about to toss him into the fire. The man was tackled and Sasori tumbled to the floor, unsure of what was going on. The shadow fought off the man and Sasori felt himself come back to life just in time to scamper away from what he distinguished as another man. Though before he could make two steps, he was picked up and held by his waist, his body tucked by the man's hip.

When he looked up at the stranger, he saw long blond hair that shined in the firelight, his skin golden. When the stranger's azure eyes turned to his, Sasori couldn't place where he saw them before but he got the innate feeling that they were safe.

He was being carried past his mother who looked up at him with tired and pain-filled eyes. She didn't look at him after that, instead choosing to peer at the man who held him before she gave a definite nod. That was when Sasori realized that they were leaving her.

"No, go back!"

The man ignored him and began running back to his room as someone shouted that they were escaping. He kicked the birdcage away as he jumped out of the window and landed on the ground so gently that Sasori was barely jolted.

At that moment, the boy scrambled out of the man's grasp and tried to go back to the burning house but the man grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him back.

"It's too dangerous, un."

"But my mom–"

"She's gone, un," the man snapped. "Your father as well. Their familiars did not do their job, but I intend to do mine, un." The man's voice was deep and commanding but Sasori couldn't stop starting at his house which blazed into the open sky. The man pulled him away and they began walking through the woods, Sasori compliant as he could not cope with what had just happened.

After ten minutes, he pulled away with tears in his eyes, his mouth set into an angry frown. The man stared back at him and that was when Sasori noticed that he was naked.

"Who are you telling me what to do when you just let my parents die and-and," Sasori said, sniffling, almost unable to keep up the fire of rage in his body. "Why did y-you only h-help me?" he said, his voice breaking on every other word.

The man's countenance was immediately empathetic at that point and he kneeled down to Sasori. "At the moment, my only goal is to keep you safe. I am sorry that I was unable to assist your parents but I could only move so quickly while I was already helping you."

Sasori couldn't stop the sobs from escaping his mouth and he wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands in a vain attempt at stopping the tears. "I-I don't even know," he paused to hiccup, "wh-who you are."

The man gave a lopsided smile that seemed too sad to be even considered a smile. He put a hand on Sasori's head and the boy finally looked up to see why those eyes were so familiar.

"I'm Deidara, un."

–

"This was the best you could do?" Sasori asked as he eyed the dingy, stone cottage that Deidara led him to. It was only a month after his parents' death and he had been in the care of his familiar ever since, the creature taking him to strange places to live, but this was supposed to be their final destination.

Deidara frowned down at him. "You aren't going to get anywhere with that attitude, Danna, un."

"And I told you to stop calling me that," Sasori hissed as he walked the path to cottage, opening the wooden gate that crumbled as soon as he touched it. He sent a glare to the familiar who just grinned at him as he walked by, patting his head as he did so, which only infuriated Sasori further.

He looked around the cottage and it's overgrown flowers, his grin taking a mirthful tint to it. "I think the place is great. It has a creak, so easy water access, it's secluded, which will be great to keep you hidden while you study, and it was cheap too, un. Your parents only left so much money incase something every happened to them, and you know how much books are, let alone spell books." he turned back to Sasori who just stared back blankly. "Or not. Listen, I'm not really here to raise you, I'm just here to help you along your way, at least for now, un."

Sasori groaned and walked up to the cottage. "Well?" he asked with a shrug. "Show me around."

Deidara huffed down at him. "Attitude, Danna, un. If you keep acting like that, people are going to think you're just a brat."

–

"Brat, get these out of here before they shit everywhere," Sasori exclaimed as he opened all the windows to chase all of the birds out that Deidara had attracted for fun.

"You don't even understand how pretty they are, Danna, un! And do you know how long it took to lure all of them here?" Deidara said as he cooed at one bird that was perched on his finger. It began to tweet and Deidara sighed at it's song before Sasori swatted it away so it would go towards the window. "Hey, un!"

"The only bird allowed inside is you, you brat, and even then it's bad," Sasori said as he chased the last bird away, this one a raven. With a flick of his hand, all of the shutters in the cottage slammed shut and Deidara pouted at him.

"You need to loosen up some, Danna, un," Deidara said, letting his whole body fall into the long couch that took up most of Sasori's den.

Sasori scowled down at his familiar. "The last time I loosened up, you left for a whole month and came back with a whole hoard of witches chasing after you, all claiming that you had stolen from them."

Deidara shrugged as he stared at the ceiling. "It's hard to not steal shiny things when you're a bird."

"You're not a magpie, you're a bloody hawk," Sasori said as he kicked Deidara's foot which hung off the sofa, making the familiar stare at him questioningly. "And I've told you five times already that we need to go to the library to return some books."

Deidara sigh sounded like a birds coo before he finally lifted his head to eyeball his master. Sasori didn't blink as he scowled down at the familiar. The contest went on for about a minute before Deidara groaned and got up. "Fine, let's go, un," he conceded and Sasori smirked in triumph before going to grab his book bag.

They left the cottage, Deidara making sure to close the now-fixed gate behind them, before heading out to the city that was only a ten minute walk away. Though it was through some of the thickest forests that Sasori had ever seen.

Sasori was now sixteen, though he had been taking care of himself ever since he was nine. After Deidara deemed it possible for Sasori to make himself three meals a day, buy his own groceries, books, and generally make sure he didn't die, he stopped taking care of him. Sasori could still tell him to do stuff, but Deidara tried to make it as difficult as possible.

Most of the time, Sasori used Deidara to help him tote books or fetch ingredients for when he wanted to experiment with a new mixture and he didn't have anything in their garden. Sometimes Sasori was able to make his familiar do a reconnaissance on some of the underworld dealings of gangs and used it to his own advantage. Most of the time it was blackmail, other times, he just sold the information to the authorities. He had to make a living somehow and Deidara didn't seem to be wanting to help if it didn't benefit him greatly.

As soon as they entered the huge gates that was Konoha, Deidara ran off to some vender on the side, probably because he saw something shinny. Sasori just ignored him, knowing that he would be close by if he needed something.

The library was another twenty minute walk, nearly in the center of the city, but Sasori liked to sightsee; it was wise to keep your eyes open in such a chaotic environment.

"Sasori!"

The witch turned around to see Karura running up to him. The girl was someone that he met once when he went to a pub to get some lunch. She had noticed the advanced book he was reading and had struck up a conversation. Ever since then, the girl had tried to keep in touch with him with a pigeon for messaging but Deidara was a little more than reluctant to be a carrier bird for something as trivial as a girl.

"I didn't know you were in town," she said as soon as she caught up to him. She looked at the large bag slung over his shoulder and giggled. "Back to the library?"

Sasori nodded his head and peeked at the clock tower over her shoulder, noting the time and how much daylight he had left before he had to head home. He adjusted his bag. "Yes, I left later than planned to and I lost Deidara again which just adds to my ever expanding list of things to do. Would you like to walk with me?"

Karura nodded, her head of short brown hair swaying lightly, her bisque colored cheeks becoming flushed. They walked and the conversation between the two of them was mild, that was until Deidara caught up with them.

"Ne, Danna, aren't we just going to drop off books, un? I thought you didn't want to socialize with your fans," Deidara said and Karura just giggled awkwardly before making a cheap excuse to leave.

Sasori didn't even bother on scolding Deidara because he knew it was just a waste of time. They reached the library soon enough and Sasori turned all of his books in before getting some that were put on hold by Deidara.

Once he had checked them out, he put them into his book bag and they left the large, ancient building. Deidara was mostly there to annoy Sasori, but over the past eight years, the random rambling became the norm and almost of a security blanket for him. He knew that if Deidara stopped talking that something was wrong. Like a cannery.

They got back to the cottage as the sun began to set and Sasori just set his bag down when Deidara faked a loud yawn and headed to the only bedroom of the house. Deidara slept in many strange places, so Sasori finding him in his bed was not a peculiar thing.

He made himself some dinner of lettuce from the garden, and some meat that Deidara had picked up from a stall while they were in town. Deidara managed to feed himself, even though the food he usually picked up was for the witch.

As soon as Sasori was done with dinner and the sun had long gone down, he changed into comfier clothes, lit a candle with a flick of magic, and took a small alchemy book out before he started reading at his desk.

It was around midnight when a shadow moved from his room and Sasori felt a presence standing behind him.

"You should go to bed, Danna, un."

Sasori felt Deidara place his hands on his shoulders, before moving forwards to close the book.

"Aren't you supposed to listen to me, brat?"

Deidara hummed and pulled the chair from the table easily. "Not unless you're harming yourself. Come on," he said, heaving Sasori to his feet as if he weighed a ton. "Off to bed, un." he pushed Sasori to his room, and the witch accepted his fate as he got onto his full-sized bed.

He lay on his stomach, his face smothered in the pillow when he felt Deidara fall onto the bed next to him with a loud thump. "Why don't you go sleep in a tree or something." Sasori said into the pillow, his voice muffled.

"It's dangerous out there, Danna. Do you know how many animals can climb trees at night and get sleeping birds, un?"

"I was suggesting you stay in this form," Sasori said, moving his head out of the plush pillows so he could breathe, coming face-to-face with his familiar who just grinned lazily at him.

"Silly, Danna, un," he muttered, bopping his nose with his finger, making Sasori blink. "Sleep now, un."

He couldn't keep his eyes open afterwards.

–

Sasori was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings as he was being pulled away from his dreams that he would rather not think about. He was under the comforter, probably due to Deidara, and he was burning up, but once he shifted his legs to kick the blanket off, he hissed when his crotch rubbed against the mattress. He was hard.

Sasori felt his face flush even further and knew that he had to go take care of himself or else he wouldn't be able to sleep. And if he did manage to fall asleep, he would just make a mess of himself and he didn't want to ruin his clothes again. Groaning quietly, he turned onto his side and pushed the comforter off of his body before he stuck a hand down his pants. Most nights he couldn't even bother going to the bathroom for this and he had tissues next to his bed to take the mess away.

Panting softly into his pillow, Sasori quickened his tempo and squeezed his hand a little tighter around his cock, his eyes closed as he was brought back to his dream before he had woken up. He bit his lip to stifle his whimpers and was just about to finish before he heard a sigh from beside him.

Sasori froze and his heart beat erratically, his sweat cooling as his body filled with dread.

"No, no, don't stop, you didn't wake me at all, un," Deidara said from the other side of the bed and when Sasori finally pulled his hand away from his cock, he looked over his shoulder to see Deidara staring at the ceiling with his hands resting under his head, his body covered by the comforter. When those azure eyes locked onto his brown, Sasori was sure his face had caught fire. "Aren't you going to finish, un?"

By now Sasori was appalled. "What the hell, get out if you think I'm going to be doing that," Sasori exclaimed and he tried kicking Deidara from his bed, but the familiar just chuckled before sitting up.

"I know for a fact that you will be doing that, Danna, un. You have been since you were," he pondered it for a moment and Sasori was so close to throwing a spell at his face. "Fourteen, I think, un."

Sasori's face should have been the same shade as his hair now, but he wasn't sure if it was from anger, or embarrassment. Good guess would be both.

"Pervert," was all Sasori could say and Deidara raised a brow at him before moving in closer to his master like a predator.

"I'm not a pervert for noticing things, Danna, un. In fact I would say that you are the pervert," Deidara said, grinning playfully and Sasori was too shocked to even reply but when he opened his mouth to do so, Deidara leaned in closer, nearly making him lay back down. "I've seen the way you look at me when I have to transform back into a human and I'm not wearing anything, un. You never seem to complain that the clothes you give me always vanish when I transform," he said, his grin turning sly and Sasori could only stare up at his familiar. "Or when we first met you didn't care."

"I was eight and my parents had just died; I didn't really think a naked man was a concern," Sasori said automatically and Deidara just chuckled before moving lower so Sasori's back was now flat to the mattress.

"Fair point, un. But that doesn't give you any excuse for eyeballing me whenever you think I'm not looking. But you must not need much if you've already gone this far, un." Deidara's eyes wandered to Sasori's crotch where his cock was tenting his pants and Sasori followed his gaze before he glared back up at Deidara.

"So what? If you're just teasing me then get out of here, brat." Sasori tried to sit up to dislodge Deidara off of him but the blond just moved in closer, putting his hands on either side of his master's head.

"I'm not teasing, Danna, un," Deidara said softly, lowering his head so that his lips just hovered over Sasori's, the sixteen-year-old staying still as he watched him. "I'm offering my assistance, but only if you want it, un." Deidara was watching him with half-lidded eyes and the proposition didn't seem to be a joke, so Sasori didn't know what to say.

Doing this with a familiar was… Wasn't it taboo? He had never heard about it and had never read about master and familiar relationships becoming intimate. Did Deidara do this with all of his masters? Why was Deidara doing this in the first place…?

Deidara must have read the thoughts on his master's face because he sighed in impatience. "You're answer, Sasori. I won't do this without your consent, un."

"Yes," Sasori answered breathlessly and Deidara's smile wasn't unkind or mocking.

The familiar pecked the corner of his mouth, one of his hands going to the bottom of Sasori's shirt, his fingertips sliding under the material. "Is there anything you don't want me to do, un?" Deidara asked, his lips moving to his master's neck, and Sasori tried to control his panting as he became more aroused.

"No sex," he said, his voice shaky and Deidara got up to look at him in the eye.

"Clarify, un," Deidara said.

"Penetration," Sasori replied easily and Deidara nodded.

"Anything else, un?"

Sasori shook his head, unsure if he was making the right choice at the moment, but he needed to chase the fire and desire from his body.

Deidara leaned down to his neck again, nipping gently as the familiar's hand rucked up his shirt. Deidara placed his knees on either side of his hips to support himself as the blond's other hand went straight to his crotch, palming his cock through the thin material of his pants. Sasori couldn't stop his hips from bucking while his mouth opened to release a choked moan.

Sasori had never had another hand on him before and the feel of it shocked him more than anything else. It was different, having someone else touch him and Sasori was almost sure that he would come within a minute and he couldn't even find himself to be embarrassed.

Deidara's lips on his neck were gone in a flash and before Sasori could ask what he was doing, the familiar moved down his body, his lips skimming the skin. Sasori hissed as his body was being teased and he sent Deidara a pathetic glare, but the blond just grinned before moving further down. Both of Deidara's hands went to the band of his pants, his thumbs massaging his visible hipbones softly.

"Is my mouth okay, un?" Deidara asked as he fingered the band.

Sasori knew what oral sex was, but the thought of Deidara doing it to him, made Sasori squirm. He wasn't sure if it was from arousal or just being unsure of the whole situation, but he nodded his head in the end.

Deidara smirked and began mouth the skin near his hips, never breaking eye contact with his master, his hands finally going down to pulling his pants down just enough for Sasori's cock to spring free from it's confines. Deidara gripped him at the base gently and Sasori tried not throwing his head back in pleasure. He kept his eye contact with Deidara as the familiar gave a slow lick to the head of his cock.

Sasori did his best to not grind his hips but all Deidara was doing was teasing him with long licks along the side of his cock, making pre-come dribble onto the top Deidara's fingers. This went on for a minute and Sasori couldn't keep his head up anymore, his back arching as Deidara finally took him into his mouth fully, nearly to the base. Deidara slid back up, his tongue licking thickly against the underside of his cock, teasing a vein and Sasori choked on his breath, his hands by his sides clenching the sheets tight as he sent his familiar a pleading look.

Deidara smirked once more before taking Sasori again, his hair falling around Sasori's thighs as he began to bob his head slowly, altering between different paces of licks and sucks. Deidara's hand still gripped Sasori's cock at the base and with the saliva produced from his mouth, he managed to stroke him while he sucked and Sasori saw white.

His breath hitched and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking. He knew he was close, but this finish was nothing like he had ever anticipated. He felt like he was going to leave his body and Deidara was the only thing holding him down. The familiar didn't quicken his pace a bit and Sasori was slowly brought to his zenith with a chorus of groans leaving his throat, his body twisting and spasming, but Deidara's hands held him down well enough to let him finish.

Sasori's whole body twitched as Deidara continued to suck and he couldn't even find himself to be disgusted as Deidara drank all of his spunk. The witch was practically gasping at the end of it, his eyes barely open as Deidara had tucked him back into place before adjusting his clothing.

"There you go, un," Deidara said cheerfully as he kneeled next to his master. Sasori didn't respond, still out of breath, but suddenly exhausted. Deidara quirked his head. "It was that bad, huh, un? I guess I am kind of out of practice," he muttered to himself and Sasori shook his head.

"You were... fine," he said sleepily.

Deidara scoffed and finally lay back down. "Just fine, un? Some appreciation, Danna." he turned his head to look at his Danna who was nearly on the verge of sleep. "Care to return the favor, un?"

Sasori moaned out a response in his half conscious state, and he didn't even know what before he finally fell asleep. He was sure Deidara was laughing at him at that moment.

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