WDdtT4
What Deidara didn’t tell Tobi
corresponding chapter of Sculpting here
(previous part)
Part 4
Deidara didn’t tell Tobi which of the other Akatsuki members he’d slept with. He figured Tobi knew about Sasori-no-danna, but he wasn’t sure about the others. Deidara wasn’t about to tell the masked man that he’d slept with all of them.
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Pein, the Akatsuki leader, had been the first. It was a one-time thing, Deidara’s initiation to the organization. Deidara didn’t think any of the other members had been ‘initiated.’
It might have had something to do with the fact he hadn’t wanted to join. Deidara, unlike the rest, who had undergone great trials to win a spot in the group, was dragged kicking and screaming into Headquarters. He had never functioned well under authority. Pein learned that when he tried to shake Deidara’s hand and ended up with a palm full of exploding clay, which detonated a moment later.
Deidara still wasn’t sure how Pein escaped with his hand intact. But however his method, when the smoke cleared, the leader was whole (though very pissed). He growled at Deidara and shoved him face down onto his desk.
“Right now, Deidara-kun, you are beneath all of us here. In time, you may be able to prove your worth and become an equal with the rest of them. But remember, I am your leader. You will never reach my level, never be anything other than my servant. You belong to me now,” he told the blond as he pinned him down with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other.
He’d taken him right there, bent over his desk, with no preparation. Afterwards, Pein had tossed him a red and black cloak and a ring.
“Put these on,” he’d ordered. Deidara had complied, only because he could see he wasn’t strong enough to stand up to him yet. One day he would be, he promised himself, and then Pein would see who was serving who.
“Welcome to the Akatsuki,” Pein mocked, as he tossed Deidara out of the office.
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Sarori-no-danna was the next, and the most frequent. Deidara hadn’t planned on seducing him, but…he found artistic talent incredibly sexy. Sasori was a very talented artist.
On their first mission as partners, Deidara witnessed Sasori’s puppets in battle. They weren’t the style of art the blond preferred, but there was no denying they were brilliantly made and used with amazing skill. Deidara watched Sasori fight, nearly got himself killed because he was so distracted, and all he could think was, ‘I have to make him teach me.’
What better way to manipulate the strange, hunched-over man than to seduce him? Deidara was willing to overlook physical deformities in order to improve his art. That didn’t mean he wasn’t relieved when he found out that hunched-over body was only shell, but he thought he would have fucked the other man regardless.
Well, not regardless, because when Deidara found out there was a fucking kid inside that shell, finally coaxed out of his puppet by the lure of sex, Deidara had firmly changed his mind. He could find a way to manipulate a kid without sex. Hell, he could probably offer him candy, he looked so young!
Sasori’s personality hadn’t changed with the shedding of his puppet-shell, though. He didn’t handle Deidara’s rejection as well as Deidara would’ve liked. By didn’t handle, Deidara meant he didn’t permit. Their first time together, Sasori ignored Deidara’s protests and bound him with chakra strings.
When the puppeteer finished and crawled back inside his scorpion shell, Deidara resolved not to sleep with him again. There were other ways, better ways to learn from him and improve his art that didn’t involve being tied up and humiliated by a child.
The next battle came and went, and Deidara was so hypnotized by the beauty of Sasori’s creations that he let the redhead fuck him with only a few token complaints. The truth was, he envied Sasori’s art, the power that it held. He wanted that for himself and his clay creations. So he let the puppeteer claim him. He called him ‘danna’ and craved his attentions. If Sasori would acknowledge his art, then Deidara would know that his dream to create the perfect explosion was possible.
When Sasori fell in battle and Deidara survived, Deidara made a snide remark and laughed at his master’s foolishness. ‘If he was as powerful as I thought, he wouldn’t have lost to an old lady and a little girl,’ he told himself. With that in mind, it was easy to put aside the longing he felt, easy to pass off the pain as disgust at having followed so weak a man. It didn’t matter that he’d never gotten Sasori’s approval and never would, because Sasori couldn’t even judge the strength of his own puppets. Easy to say Sasori’s death didn’t matter, because Sasori was nobody special.
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Kakuzu grossly underpaid him. He’d been summoned to the old man’s room when he’d come back from a mission having exceeded his budget.
“What did you spend that much money on?” Kakuzu had demanded to know.
“A statue,” Deidara replied truthfully. Kakuzu waited.
“Well…” he said, “can I see it?”
“Why?”
“Because I need to appraise it. If it’s a valuable investment that will gain worth in time, I can write off the expense. If it’s some cheap knock-off, I’m charging you for the difference.”
Deidara shrugged. “I blew it up.”
“You did what?”
“I blew it up. It was a pathetic excuse for art, so I bought it and blew it sky-high.”
Kakuzu rubbed his temples beneath the cloth covering he wore. “You do know I’ll be expecting you to fully reimburse the organization.”
“Whatever. I’ll collect a bounty or something next time I’m out.”
“You just got back from a mission. You won’t be going ‘out’ for a month at least. That is unacceptable,” Kakuzu complained.
Deidara shrugged again. “There’s nothing I can do, unless you’ll accept services for payment.”
Kakuzu did. They came to an agreement, and a short while later Deidara limped out of Kakuzu’s room, debt-free.
He found out a few days later that the statue he’d destroyed had only put him a hundred ryou over budget. Kakuzu, that cheap bastard, had gotten him for a discount price. That being said, Deidara figured his eventual death at the hands of a bunch of children was karma coming back to haunt him.
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Kisame was the most considerate of the Akatsuki. On the battlefield, he was a pure fiend, but in everyday life, he was polite and could even be nice. He was sensitive about his blue skin because he had been rejected because of it in the past, although he would never have told anyone that.
It was strictly a business deal. Deidara had been trying to work out a way to counteract the sharingan, and he needed some information about how it worked. The blond couldn’t walk up and ask Itachi about it, so he settled for the next best thing: his partner. Kisame would tell Deidara what he needed to know about the eye jutsu, and Deidara would let Kisame do what the prostitutes in the town wouldn’t because of his abnormal color.
It was enjoyable, certainly. Deidara learned first hand that Kisame’s large sword was certainly not compensating for anything. He was sore for days afterwards (not to mention the insides of his thighs had been rubbed raw by Kisame’s rough textured skin), but the memories of the encounter made up for it. Besides, Kisame was mindful of his sharpened teeth when he kissed and licked, and he was one of the only ones to stop and prepare Deidara before sex, so there wasn’t any real damage done.
Deidara found himself in need of more information during his quest to defeat the sharingan, so he ended up trading with Kisame a few more times. If Itachi glared at him more than usual the days after, that was just an added bonus.
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Fucking Zetsu was a momentary lapse of judgment on Deidara’s part. One day, he just happened to look over at him and wonder where the hell those leaves came from. Were they attached to his shoulders? Did they wrap around him like a corn husk? Was it some sort of protective gear he wore? His curiosity was killing him.
The artist decided a reconnaissance mission was in order. He waited until the plant-man was in the shower and snuck in to try and catch a glimpse of what was under that cloak.
“Would Deidara-kun like to join us? He’d better not be spying!” Zetsu had said, making Deidara jump. Deidara wondered what he should do. In the end, he figured joining Zetsu in the shower would at least answer his question about Zetsu’s physical make-up. He stripped off his clothes and stepped inside.
“Deidara-kun has been a naughty boy. We punish naughty boys,” Zetsu informed him. Deidara ignored the talking and observed the cannibal’s body. The green leaves were still attached, but they disappeared into Zetsu’s shoulders (one black and one white, split perfectly down his line of symmetry).
Since Zetsu seemed to want it, and because it was easier for Deidara to comply than it was to explain the real reason he’d wandered into Zetsu’s bathroom, Deidara turned his back the black-and-white man and let him enter him. He refused to kiss Zetsu, though, knowing what the plant-man liked to eat. Not only was there the nauseating thought of Zetsu’s cannibal spit, there was a likelihood that if he stuck his tongue into that mouth, he might not get it back. Even without kissing, he stepped out of the shower feeling disgusting. Sex with the plant-man was not an experience he’d be repeating.
Zetsu was creepy, after all. It was no wonder he was the only one in the organization to not be paired with a partner.
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Deidara almost didn’t survive his encounter with Hidan. It happened a few days after the religious freak joined the Akatsuki, before Deidara was aware of the man’s fighting style.
The platinum-haired man found him out in the shed behind the Akatsuki headquarters (after numerous fires and damage from explosions, the leader told Deidara he was only allowed to practice his jutsu out there, not in the building), tweaking a C-3 spider.
Hidan paced a wide circle around him, dripping blood all the while. Once he completed the circle, he came close and leaned over Deidara’s shoulder.
“You’d better not bleed on my clay, newbie,” Deidara warned, not looking up from his art.
Hidan began his pacing again. He dragged his feet and made a blood triangle that connected to his circle. “If I were you, it wouldn’t be my blood that I’d worry about.” He drew a kunai and stabbed it into his hand. Deidara cursed as his own hand tore open and gushed blood.
“What the fuck?” he yelled. He looked up at Hidan, whose skin had become black with the outline of white bones. He drew the blade up his arm lightly. A tiny red line appeared on Deidara’s arm as well.
“Isn’t the pain exquisite?” Hidan asked. He ran the knife teasingly over his throat (Deidara gulped nervously), not quite cutting the skin. “Jashin-sama delights in it.”
Deidara formed the seal for the dispel jutsu, but the mysterious link between them refused to be banished. Hidan licked blood off of his fingers and Deidara felt the wet warmth of a tongue, tasted the same coppery tang that Hidan did. The servant of Jashin slid a hand over his bared, discolored chest and down below the waistband of his pants.
“I’m going to fuck you raw, you fucking arrogant asshole,” he whispered to Deidara as he pleasured himself with a bleeding hand. Deidara felt the conflicting sensations of pain in his hand and pleasure in his cock. He reached for his clay to put an end to the religious fanatic.
“I wouldn’t do that, unless you want to blow us both up. Maybe you should…I bet it would feel fucking amazing,” Hidan said with a groan. He grabbed Deidara and flipped him over. A small cut on the small of his back that dripped blood down into his entrance was the only preparation he received before Hidan shoved in.
“Oh, Jashin-sama!” Hidan moaned. He drew the blade up and down his black-and-white leg. Deidara felt it all. He avoided pain whenever he could, but now it was inescapable. His body couldn’t help but respond, though. Because he was somehow linked with the other man, he was feeling the twin sensations of taking and being taken. It was too much to ignore.
Deidara was dizzy from blood loss and from Hidan’s rough treatment when the platinum-haired man finally came inside of him and pulled away. He bit Deidara’s shoulder forcefully. “Now I’m going to kill you for Jashin-sama. You should be honored, whore,” he whispered as he lapped up the blood. He reached outside of the blood circle and retrieved the long bladed staff he’d left there before the ritual started.
The tail of Sasori’s Hiruko puppet stabbed Hidan’s hand and made the blood-covered acolyte drop his weapon. The puppet broke the connection of the circle with one leg as the tail wrapped around Deidara and lifted him off of the floor.
“The leader already told you other members are off limits. Find someone else for your ritual,” the puppet growled. He left Hidan writhing on the ground from the effects of a poison that couldn’t kill him.
The Jashin priest didn’t bother Deidara after that, but Deidara’s hatred of him never faded. He had no doubts that Sasori-no-danna had saved his life that day. When the news came that Hidan had been buried alive by a fifteen-year-old, Deidara had tilted his head back and laughed. He thought about going to the site to dance on the grave, but figured it would be overkill. He settled for praying fervently that an army of fire-ants would use his head as a nest.
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Konan was one of the only females he’d ever slept with. She walked up to him one day at headquarters and told him she wanted to fuck him.
“It seems like everyone else around here has. I’m feeling left out,” she explained. Deidara told her he didn’t see what he had to gain from it.
“Sleep with me and I’ll tell you something about myself. You are curious, aren’t you?” she said. Deidara was. Most of the members of Akatsuki didn’t even know her name. All they knew was she was the leader’s partner, and off limits.
“Fine,” he said. The blue-haired woman led him to an empty room, pushed him to the ground and straddled him. “My name is Konan. I could disembowel you twelve different ways using nothing but this flower,” she told him, gesturing to the paper flower she had pinned to her blue locks.
She didn’t let him do anything as she rode him. She made it clear that she was in charge, and he was expected only to lay there and let her have her way with him.
Neither was particularly impressed by the encounter. Konan remarked that she’d ‘had better,’ and Deidara felt no sudden desire to sleep with females. He salvaged the situation by teasing the other Akatsuki members with the information he’d learned about the elusive Konan. It wasn’t his first meaningless fuck, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last.
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Deidara still wasn’t sure if he’d slept with Itachi or not. He preferred to think he didn’t. Stupid sharingan. He fucking hated that bloodline limit!
It happened (or didn’t happen) the day he’d returned to headquarters after Sasori’s death. Kakuzu reattached the pieces of his arms, and the first thing he’d done was start blowing up Sasori’s room. It was Sasori’s own fault for dying and leaving him to almost get killed by a team of Konoha nin. Eight to one, those were the odds that that puppeting bastard had left him with!
The former Sauna shinobi’s room was in flames when Itachi showed up. “Leader orders you to stop blowing up our headquarters,” he deadpanned.
Deidara threw an exploding centipede at him. The Uchiha deflected it easily. “He thinks you might be having trouble coping. I’m supposed to come and give you closure.”
Deidara looked up to ask him what the hell kind of closure Itachi thought he needed (he wasn’t upset by Sasori’s death, he was pissed off!), but he met swirling red eyes before he could even think to activate his left eye.
Suddenly, Itachi was gone, and in his place was Sasori-no-danna, alive and sans puppet-shell. “You’d better enjoy this, Deidara,” he said gruffly as he removed the blond’s clothes piece by piece. “This is our last time together.”
Itachi’s illusion made a few mistakes (he kissed him, first of all. Sasori never kissed. His puppet’s tongue was in working order to facilitate speaking, but it lacked body temperature and felt wrong, so Sasori never kissed him after the first time), but it was easy to fall into the genjutsu and allow himself to be fooled.
Deidara didn’t know if Itachi could read his mind, or if the sharingan was broadcasting his inner desires, or if that bastard Uchiha could just read him that well, but as he finished, Sasori whispered in his ear, “Your art surpassed mine.” Then, the illusion shattered and Deidara was lying on the ground with Itachi staring down at him from above.
He didn’t know if Itachi had actually done anything with him while he was under the illusion. He felt the ache in his backside, tasted the hint of another on his tongue. Maybe it was just the effect of the jutsu. Deidara still wasn’t sure. Itachi walked away before Deidara could even stand up.
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(Deidara didn’t sleep with Orochimaru. That evil snake bastard was gone before Deidara ever joined Akatsuki, but he wouldn’t have touched the man even if he’d still been around. The sannin fucked and fucked up boys, much like the men in Iwagakure had done to him, and Deidara hated the mere thought of the man. He heard Orochimaru had no taste, but he’d always thought that if he ever got near enough to the man to shove an exploding clay bird down his throat, the snake might learn to appreciate a true work of art.)
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Deidara didn’t tell Tobi that of all the Akatsuki members he’d slept with, Tobi was the one that was the most disconcerting to him. He couldn’t figure out why at first. It only came to him later on, when he stood up from the floor of his art studio where he’d retreated and sat for hours, just thinking. When he went to stand up, he braced himself for a twinge of pain that never came.
Of all the people he’d ever had sex with, Akatsuki or otherwise, Tobi was the only one that hadn’t hurt.
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AN: Ok, a quick note on Kisame and Itachi, and my characterization of them. Apparently my writing of them in this SfD (and probably in this chapter of this fic, too) confused some people.
Kisame may be a crazy fiend in battle, but there is evidence to suggest that he’s a nice guy otherwise. He speaks very politely, he listens to and watches out for Itachi, and he is the one who notes that Tobi brightens up the Akatsuki (before he goes all Darth-evil on us). In one of the short after-episode things, he and Deidara sit down and have a friendly conversation about Itachi’s abilities (and he is dreadfully sensitive about his blue skin).
Itachi: I know he killed his clan and all, but I don’t believe there wasn’t a reason. Note, he has spared Sasuke’s life numerous times, because he has no reason to kill him (he even seems to be encouraging him to grow stronger in order to protect himself). He walks into Konoha before the time skip not to cause trouble, but to peacefully gather some information. He only ever fights when provoked, and while he is pretty emotionless, he doesn’t come across to me as a homicidal freak. So sue me.