AN: Just a warning, there are sexual themes and mature content in this and later chapters!

You Have Been Warned

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Carry on!

Chapter 1

A warm masculine hand glided up the blonde's thigh, sending shivers through his spine and eliciting a soft moan.

"Mmmm, what was that Brat?"

The blonde bit his lip and swallowed hard, as if to swallow his moans and calm the raging erection held tightly in his jeans.

"D-Danna~… un…" The blonde whimpered helplessly - the older man nibbling gently on his earlobe.

"Yes, Dei-chan~?" Deidara squirmed, "Be a bad boy… tell Danna what you want~" The older man cooed in Deidara's ear, now tracing a single fingertip along the head of the younger's penis. Deidara's back arched and his eyes shut tightly. His mind fogged over causing his thoughts to mesh together.

"I-I want-"

Deidara was abruptly awoken by the shrill sound of his alarm.

Shit… That dream again…

The blonde dragged himself out of bed, wiping the drool from his chin and looked at the clock.

8:15…I guess I didn't finish.

He looked down at his laptop that had only two words written on the screen: "Deidara Iwa"

Sensei is going to be so mad…

"Over slept again, didn't you?" Deidara's roommate sat on the adjacent bed, staring at him curiously. "Looks like you didn't even finish your-"

"Yea, yea! I know! Way to point out the obvious, Itachi!" Deidara cut him off abruptly, rolling his eyes as he looked for a clean pair of pants.

I guess I'm doing laundry tonight.

"Why not just skip and do your paper now? Or after a few drinks! I've got some rum, maybe a little vodka – Ooh! We can make Cape Cods! Do you still have some cranberry juice?" Itachi jumped up excitedly and started rummaging through Deidara's fridge. Normally the mere thought of Itachi touching his stuff would send Deidara into a fit of rage. But Deidara was not in the mood and proceeded to smell check his jeans.

"These don't smell too bad..." Deidara mumbled to himself. "Some Cologne should cover it up."

"Are you even listening to me Dei? I'm trying to help you out here!" Itachi tugged on the blonde's hair. Deidara whipped around and lashed at his roommate.

"No I'm not listening to you, un! All you want me to do is skip classes and get drunk. What's the point in coming to an Ivy League school when I could easily do that at home and save a shit load of money!?"

Itachi turned and sat on his bed, his head hung low. "Didn't have to yell…"

Deidara finished getting dressed and fixed his hair. He looked like he had stuck his head out the window going 90 down the highway and his eyeliner had smudged. Deidara chewed his lip in thought.

Ugh… I look like a raccoon! I need a shower, to brush my teeth and…

Deidara sighed deeply.

And maybe I do need a drink… I'm going to get chewed out for not doing this paper… Might as well lessen the blow…

He sighed again. "Fine. Pour me one." Deidara held out a thermos to
Itachi.

"Yes! I'm rubbing off on you!" Itachi practically ripped the bottle out of Deidara's hands and began to pour the mixed drink. "Here you go! 3 parts vodka and 1 part cranberry juice!"

"Are you trying to kill me? I'm going to be drunk by the time I get to class!"

"Light weight!"

Deidara glared at the raven haired man and stormed out of his dorm room taking a long swig of his drink- bag swung over on one shoulder.

I am not a light weight! I used to drink all the time! I'll show that dick!

The walk to the science building took 45 minutes, leaving Deidara with 15 minutes to work out an alibi.

I could say I had work late last night and couldn't finish it. That doesn't explain why it wasn't done 2 weeks ago when the paper was assigned, though. Dog ate my homework? No, that's way too cliché and no one believes that one anymore. Would 'I forgot' be a valid excuse? Could lie, say my Grandma died and I've been mourning. Well she did die, but that was 2 years ago…

Deidara furrowed his brow and took the last swig of his drink.

I'm definitely buzzed if not a little drunk… This is no good… No matter the excuse, Sensei will smell the alcohol and bust me for underage drinking or fail me or both! Damn Itachi…

A loud bang jostled Deidara from his thoughts. Looking around, confused, Deidara locked onto the source of the sound. A tall thin but rather muscular man stood at the front of the class. His hair was a deep red, almost the same color as his eyes. The man wore black dress pants and a navy blue blazer with a light yellow dress shirt. His shirt was open a little, showing off part of his milky smooth chest.

Glad I came to class… Deidara caught himself staring at his professor's body admirably. A light blush swept over is cheeks as he quickly stared into his empty mug.

Damn… Deidara's pants grew a little bit tighter. Quickly he shoved his hands in his pants pockets, concealing the ever growing bulge.

"Okay class, time to pay up!" The professor slammed a folder down on his desk. "Bring up your paper due today and put it in the folder."

With a groan everyone rustled through their bags and pulled out the work. As more and more people stood up to hand in their papers, Deidara began to realize he was the only slacker in the class. He sunk further and further into his chair, trying not to be noticed.

Maybe if I hide, no one will notice I'm even here… Maybe I'll be marked absent!

Just as he started to believe this a loud voiced echoed throughout the room."Great! Everyone is here!"

Nope, I'm dead.

"I will not be taking in any late work nor will I do any extra credit. " The professor looked Deidara directly in the eye, holding his gaze there as he spoke. "Your grade is based off of whether or not you do the work and how much I like you." His lips curled into a sly smile. "And I'm very hard to please."

Shit. I'm fucked.

Class went on as usual, dull and uninteresting. Deidara stared at his laptop screen, only half listening to the lecture on the Freudian Theory of Psychology.

15 more minutes. Just 15 minutes until I can get out of here and forget this whole thing!

"I want an 8 page paper on Sigmund Freud's contributions to the field of Psychology."

A student in the front row's hand shot straight up "But Sensei we just wrote a paper on Freud!"

The professor glared at the girl. "Due Wednesday. Class dismissed!"

The girl hung her head as the rest of the class groaned out of the room.

"Should have kept your mouth shut, Sakura." One student mumbled.

It's Monday… I only have 2 days to do this paper…

"Deidara. Come see me." Deidara stuffed everything in his bag, including the thermos from earlier, biting his lip nervously.

Guess I'm not off the hook…

Walking tentatively, Deidara made his way to the front of the room.

"Um Sensei… You wanted to see me..?" Deidara spoke gingerly, trying not to breathe too much. As the last student left, the door to the room swung shut with a loud click. The red head sat down on his desk, leaning towards his student. His cologne gently embraced Deidara's nose, sending his heart into a rhythmic frenzy.

"You're shaking. Why are you so nervous, Deidara?" His deep voice got soft and low, sending a chill through Deidara's entire body. He remained silent. "Do you know why I called you up here?" Deidara shook his head slowly. "Out of the 30 students in this class, you were the only one to not do the assignment." Making eye contact he asked, "Why?"

Deidara struggled to form a coherent sentence. His professor was staring at him, watching his every move, twitch and breath he took. No matter what he said his professor would know the truth, he was a psyche teacher after all. But those muscles, how Deidara longed to have that body on top of his, abusing his body and marking him as his own.

No! This is not the time. He's a man and my professor no less! I can't be attracted to him… can I?

A soft blush caressed his cheeks. Taking a deep breath, Deidara mumbled softly, "I-I…" He looked at his shoes, staring at them as if they were the most interesting things in the world. "I don't have… an excuse… I forgot until last night and then fell asleep…" Looking up, Deidara's eyes met with his professors once again. "I-I'm sorry, Sensei…"

A soft chuckle echoed through the silent room. "You forgot? Is that the excuse I get?" The professor stood up, face to face with Deidara, their noses almost touching.

Deidara began to step back, only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled forwards.

Chuckling again, the red head smiled. "I like you Dei. So I'll cut you some slack. Pass in the paper assigned today to my office by 9 tonight and I'll excuse the last assignment."

Deidara practically squealed with joy. "R-really? You'd do that for me? Thank you so much Sensei!"

Wiggling out of his professor's grip, Deidara started for the door. But before he could get very far the blond was pulled back and into a soft set of lips. A muscular arm wrapped around the blonde's waist, pulling him deeper into the kiss. In shock Deidara just stood there, unsure of what to do.

"Call me Sasori. And Dei-chan," the man whispered in his ear, lips grazing the outer edge, "next time you decide to have a few drinks before class, don't forget to bring some in for me. I'll make it worth your while." With that, Sasori left the room, leaving Deidara to 1. Question his sexuality and 2. Wonder how he's getting back to his dorm room with a massive erection.

AN: HI! Sorry if this is a short chapter! I didn't want to make it too long and jump right into things. This will be an ongoing project for the next few weeks/months. If you like it and wish for me to continue, write a comment/favorite this story and I'll be sure to update as soon as possible!

Just a warning – if it's not obvious, this story will have lemons and all that lovely stuff! If it's not your thing… then I suggest reading something else.

Love you all!

Jess