2.

Monsters

"Get out of my way!" Sakura roared as she dispatched several of her enemies who had been charging at her from all angles. She set a flurry of punches and kicks into various body parts and she admittedly relished in the sound of bones breaking as she sent them flying with her monstrous strength. But as soon as she took care of those ninja, at least six more came out of nowhere and attacked her, but she was fast and countered quickly by punching a crater that spanned at least ten feet in diameter and destroyed everything in her path. Her enemies were now buried underneath rubble.

Deidara watched from the sky on his giant clay bird as the kunoichi with the pink hair made quick, dirty work of the ninja that Deidara was assigned to assist. How could anyone be that strong? With only the use of her fists, this woman had caused the kind of destruction equivalent to that of his C2 bombs. He watched with fascination as another group of ninja charged at the pink haired woman, throwing punches and weapons at her, but she easily evaded their assaults and threw her fist into the ground once more and obliterated them. The resulting boom of her attack reverberated inside of Deidara's chest and he felt his eyes dilate with excitement.

"Such…art." He whispered to himself before swooping down towards the woman. She was most definitely worthy of his art. The woman caught sight of him easily and adopted a battle stance before the mouths on his palms parted and dropped bunches of explosive birds on her. The birds swooped and swirled around her, but she twisted and flipped out of their way, avoiding the radius of their blasts. Acrid black smoke now covered the battlefield, and Deidara flew upwards to avoid it. He scanned the smoke with his scope to see what had become of the woman and came up short. Where the hell did she-?

Deidara's thought was interrupted as he saw a flash of pink out of the corner of his right eye. He whirled on her, only to see that she had disappeared and then reappeared on his left with her fist wound back as she prepared to strike. Deidara banked hard to the right and instead of her deadly fist connecting with his face, it connected with the right wing of his bird and obliterated it, sending him plummeting to the ground. He considered detonating the bird, but he was far too close and he would be caught up in the blast if he did so, so he prepared to form another bird to catch him in midair or at least cushion his fall, but the kunoichi was too fast for him, and she materialized right in front of him and slammed her fist into his gut.

The air was knocked out of Deidara's lungs, and blood ejected from his mouth and splattered on her face as she effectively smashed five of his ribs into splitters. The force of her blow sent him rocketing to the ground, but not before he crashed into several trees, destroying them all, before he skidded to a painful stop on the unforgiving surface of the earth. His lungs were full of blood now, and his whole body was in a symphony of agony.

Sakura landed on the ground in a crouched position before she rose and began cautiously walking over towards the blond haired man with the full intent of finishing him off. Her attack definitely incapacitated him, but she knew he was stronger than the other ninja she had faced, so it would not have been enough to kill him. She stood over his crumpled body and raised her chakra-infused fist to finish the job, but something in his eyes gave her pause. He should have been begging for his life, or at least have some hint of fear in his blue eyes, but instead what she saw was…excitement. Despite being face to face with his imminent destruction, this man's blue eyes were bright with anticipation and…was that…admiration that she saw?

What the hell? She thought as the man continued to stare at her, now smiling. Well that was certainly disturbing. She would put an end to that.

She coiled her fist back once more and brought it down on his chest, but before she could make complete contact, she heard her captain call to her from behind.

"Sakura!" Yamato called. "We've got to go. He's as good as dead. Don't waste your chakra."

Sakura blinked a few times at the dying man below her, who now had a somewhat disappointed look in his eyes. What a fucking creep. She righted herself and backed away, glaring at the ninja, before taking to the trees with Yamato.

So that's her name, Deidara thought as he watched her vanish from his sight. What a delicate name for such a monstrous woman. This was the last thought he had before the darkness that had been lurking at the edge of his vision devoured him.

Deidara was out of commission for almost a month after his encounter with Sakura, much to his leader's chagrin. He'd probably be dead by now if Sasori hadn't come looking for him once Deidara failed to show up at their designated meeting place. Deidara was drifting in and out of consciousness, but he recognized Sasori's chakra signature as his ugly puppet stood over him.

"Deidara, you worthless brat." Sasori grunted. "You know I hate waiting." Without saying much else, Sasori hoisted up Deidara's crumpled, bloodied form and brought him back to one of the Akatsuki's numerous hideouts to be nursed back to health.

Deidara wasn't surprised that it took him so long to get back on his feet—five broken ribs, a ruptured lung, a minor spinal injury, and a concussion could take quite a toll on one's body. He knew he should've been mad to be so completely outdone by Sakura, but Deidara was anything but. In fact, he felt a rush of adrenaline and awe whenever thoughts of the pink haired kunoichi entered his mind. How could he be mad at almost being killed in such an artistic fashion? Deidara lived for the destruction that his explosions brought upon the world and Sakura's power was an exquisite compliment to his own.

Oh yes, Deidara thought about that dynamo of a woman many a time during his recuperation period. The other members of the organization berated him for being so damned infatuated with a woman who had tried to kill him, but Deidara couldn't help himself; she was wonderful. If only he could meet her once more and tell her how he felt about her and her superb power…

It was three months later when Deidara got his wish. He was on a solo reconnaissance mission in the east to gather information on a warlord there who was a danger to the Akatsuki's far-reaching interests. Deidara was to stay in the village in which many of the warlord's soldiers resided and see what he could scrape up about his target before dispatching him. He was seated at a small restaurant across from the tavern that the soldiers frequented, in his street clothes and not wearing his scope, eavesdropping on their none-too-subtle conversations when he spotted her.

She was milling about at a vender's stand, one that sold overpriced jewelry and other knick-knacks. She was wearing a simple outfit, just a red tank top and a black skirt with shorts underneath. Deidara couldn't help the huge grin that cracked his face in half as he watched her bargain with the vender as she made easy, languid movements as she spoke. Deidara shuddered as he thought of the massive amounts of destructive power she hid away in that rather small body of hers.

Apparently she couldn't strike a reasonable enough deal with the vender, because she turned on her heels and began leisurely walking in the opposite direction. Deidara threw some money down on his table and hastily made his way out of the restaurant before he began to follow Sakura from a safe distance. He was sure to keep at least six people between her and himself, but this became increasingly difficult as Sakura walked on towards the less crowded hotel district of the village. Sakura made a sharp left into an alleyway and Deidara followed; however when he entered the dimly lit passage, Sakura was nowhere in sight.

"What?" Deidara barely had time to say before a heavy weight crashed down on him from above and sent him sprawling to the ground. Whoever it was quick, and before he could get his bearings he found himself rendered immobile with both of his arms pinned painfully behind his back.

"If you like your shoulders in their sockets, I suggest you tell me why you're following me. Now." Sakura growled before sharply tugging at his arms, making him gasp with pain.

Deidara figured struggling would do him no good, so he went limp. Sakura didn't loosen her grip. "Tell me what the hell you want!" She barked.

Deidara chuckled uneasily when Sakura squeezed her thighs around his rips as she straddled his back. "I just wanted to meet the woman who nearly killed me outside of the battlefield, yeah."

"What?" Sakura questioned, caught off guard. And then, when Deidara managed to turn his head enough for her to see his face, she gasped. "You! I thought I—You should be dead!"

Her recognition did not result in Sakura granting him with mercy—no quite the opposite. The kunoichi strengthened her hold on Deidara, causing him to grunt with pain. "I almost was, Sakura," Deidara told her in a strained voice. "I would've been if my partner hadn't found me when he did, yeah."

Sakura glared at him hotly. "You fucking creep! I knew I should've finished you off when I had the chance. You're a fool for following me. Now you die." Deidara saw Sakura pull back her fist and begin to charge it with her devastating chakra, and while dying in such a wonderful display of raw power would be an honor, Deidara was not ready to die. Not today, anyway.

"Wait!" He shouted. "I'm not here to fight! I just want to talk to you, yeah!"

To his relief, Sakura halted. "And what could you and I possibly have to discuss?"

"It's just that…" Deidara started and then a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "You're a living, breathing work of art!" Sakura gave him a quizzical look and Deidara went on. "I'm an artist, you see, and my medium of choice is explosive clay. My art is something that only lasts an instant, but it marks the earth forever, and so does yours, Sakura, yeah. True art is an explosion!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sakura hissed.

Deidara's smirk grew into a huge, maniacal smile as that feeling began building up inside of him. That delicious rush that poured into his veins when he thought about what true art really was. "Your power, Sakura! It's exquisite!" He was breathing heavily now, he couldn't help himself. He was sure his pupils were dilating. "You are so explosive! With one punch, you can create an entire shockwave of carnage and destruction! Just like I can with my clay bombs, yeah! It's absolutely magnificent! You're absolutely magnificent!"

Sakura's gripped loosened without her knowing it as she listened to Deidara talk about her like she was some sort of idol. This guy was…crazy! He didn't even know her and yet here he was, frantically proclaiming his infatuation for her. "What…what do you want from me?" She questioned, almost at a loss for words.

"I want to worship you!" Deidara exclaimed. "Worship you for the goddess of destruction that you are! A goddess of destructive art of the finest quality!" The words caught Deidara slightly off guard, as until this moment when he finally met Sakura face-to-face, he didn't know what he wanted to do with his admiration for her. At first he thought maybe he would convince her to join the Akatsuki and be his partner so that they could make beautiful, explosive art together. But now, oh but now he realized what he really wanted. He wanted to ravish her in the most indecent fashion. He wanted her to make a mess of him, all bruises and bite marks. He wanted her to destroy him in the most pleasurable ways. He wanted her to make him submit to her every whim, he wanted to be brought to his knees! The realization made his groin ache.

Sakura blinked at Deidara and looked at him steadily. He was a panting, horny mess, she could tell. And somehow she wasn't disgusted by his obvious obsession with her. No, she felt…pleased. Pleased and incredibly flattered that he admired her so. She could…No. No, that would be entirely unethical. Obviously there was something wrong with the man. It wouldn't be right to let him "worship" her, as he called it. But then again, maybe nobody had to find out…Sakura took a deep breath before releasing her grip on him completely and asking,

"What's your name?"

Sakura isn't sure how she and Deidara ended up in her shabby hotel room, clawing at each other's clothes like animals. Sakura took the lead, throwing open her room's door and shoving Deidara inside the darkness. She slammed and locked the door behind her before whirling on her willing victim and slamming him into a wall as she attacked his lips with hers. He moaned desperately when she did that, and soon his hands were all over her; in her hair, on her breasts, yanking her hips towards him, shamelessly squeezing her ass. They were both stripped bare in a matter of moments, and Sakura took a moment to appraise Deidara's well-toned form, especially the aching, flushed erection he sported between his legs.

Sakura took a handful of his blond hair in her fist and yanked his head towards hers. "On your knees, pretty boy." Deidara groaned and obeyed, falling to his knees and desperately gripping her thighs with his large hands.

"Now then," His goddess purred above him. "What was that you were saying earlier about worshipping me?"

Deidara didn't waste any time and soon his lips and teeth and tongue were all over her lower torso and her legs. His hand mouths opened and began licking hot trails just underneath the swell of her breasts, and he shuddered as Sakura moaned. She tasted so good, so electric. Deidara could almost taste sparks of desire flying off of her body, and she was ready to detonate. Just as Deidara was about to delve his tongue into Sakura's soaking wet sex, she shoved him onto his ass. Deidara watched in awe as she sauntered over to the bed sat down at the edge.

"Come here." She commanded, but as Deidara began to stand, she stopped him. "Crawl."

Holy shit. Deidara thought as a jolt of pleasure made his cock twitch at the thought of this woman humiliating and dominating him. He obeyed, crawling over to Sakura slowly on his hands and knees like a cat in heat. When he finally positioned his practically drooling mouth over the apex of her thighs, he gave Sakura a pleading look.

"What a good little boy you are, Deidara, waiting for permission to eat my pussy." Sakura praised him with a sexy smile on her lips. She ran her lithe fingers through his tangled blond locks and then dipped a finger of her unoccupied hand between her legs before presenting it to him. Understanding what she wanted, Deidara parted his lips and sucked Sakura's liquid sex from her digit rather enthusiastically. Deidara moaned and swirled his skilled tongue around Sakura's finger.

"Mmm, so eager," Sakura chuckled and slid her finger from his mouth. Deidara watched as she leaned back on her elbows and wrapped her long legs around Deidara's shoulders so that her cunt was mere inches from his face. "Go on."

Deidara didn't need to be told twice, and in a split second his tongue was buried in her sex. Dear God, she tasted heavenly! Deidara began to use his entire mouth to please Sakura, and he felt her shuddered as his lips suckled at her labia, his tongue teased her opening, and his teeth ground pleasurably against her throbbing clit. At the same time, the mouths on Deidara's palms licked hot trails all over Sakura's body. Fuck, he was practically purring now.

"Shit!" Sakura hissed at a particularly hard drag of Deidara's tongue. Deidara may be a bit mentally unstable with the whole obsessing over Sakura after she turned him into a bloody pulp, but damn he was good with his mouth. All three of them.

"Sakura," Deidara rasped between her legs and he continued to pleasure her. "Sakura, you taste so good, yeah." Staring into Sakura's eyes, Deidara slid his index finger into her quivering heat and began to languidly stroke the walls of her sex, all while dragging his tongue and lips over her clit.

Sakura felt herself clench around Deidara's digit as a whole new sensation of pleasure began to build up inside of her. Fuck, she wasn't going to last much longer. She sat herself up on her elbows so that she could look into Deidara's flushed, desperate face. "I want you to make me come, Deidara. Do it now," She commanded.

Sakura didn't think Deidara could get any more excited, but he did and she moaned deeply when he slid another finger inside of her and began to pump them both in quick succession. Deidara moaned into her pussy as he felt the beginnings of Sakura's orgasm pulsing around his fingers, and he frantically suckled at her lovely clit. Sakura reached down between her legs to take hold of Deidara's head and shoved his face deeper where she needed him most. She began grinding against his lips, his tongue, and his fingers as her orgasm hit her full force.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, ugh-!" Sakura groaned as she felt herself let go completely. Deidara moaned with her and rode her through it, and damn he was so hard. He had never been this hard in his entire life! It was almost painful.

Deidara gently slid his fingers from her and sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth. He stared at Sakura with a heated, dazed look on his face as she lay sprawled out on the bed, panting hard in the afterglow of her orgasm. After a few moments, she sat back up and gave Deidara a satisfied smile.

"Would you like me to take care of that?" Sakura pointed to his cock, which was flushed, veiny, and twitching with his need.

Deidara nodded dumbly and gazed at Sakura as she lowered herself to the floor in front of him. Deidara spread his legs and leaned back on his elbows to make room for her to place her head between his legs. He whimpered when he felt Sakura wrap a delicate hand around his manhood and begin to pump slowly. "Oh God," He gasped despite himself. "So good,"

Sakura chuckled and rubbed her thumb across the slit of his head and smoothed out the precum that had beaded there. "So sensitive," She deliberately whispered this a mere inch from his head so that her breath would ghost across his heated skin.

"S-Sakura!" Deidara gasped and started to shift his hips in an effort to get more friction. "P-Please!"

"Aw, poor baby," She teased. Perhaps she should be nice.

Without warning, Sakura sunk her lips down over Deidara's head and all the way to the base of his cock, where her nose met the wire-like blond hair there.

"Fucking hell!" Deidara shouted and threw his head back as Sakura began to harshly suck at his length. His hips began to move of their own volition and thankfully, Sakura let him. She began to quicken her pace while using her hand to play with his balls, which felt fucking amazing. Deidara suddenly went rigid and choked on his moans when Sakura took his cock into her hand and began to suck and jerk him off at the same time.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" Deidara gritted his teeth and began to urgently try to pull her face from his groin. "S-Sakura, you're gonna make me…" But she wasn't having any of it, and she used her immense strength to pin both of his hands to his sides as she continued her assault on his cock.

Deidara let out a stream of curses as he felt that familiar feeling stir in his balls and then rapidly climb up his shaft. He shook with wordless pleasure as he emptied himself into Sakura's welcoming mouth, and she swallowed it all greedily.

Sakura chuckled as Deidara collapsed onto his back, his legs shaking with aftershocks. "I'm sorry," He panted.

Sakura arched her eyebrow. "Sorry for what?"

"I feel like I'm a fucking teenager."

Sakura was about to ask him what he meant, but then it dawned on her, and she held back a laugh. "Oh, because you came so quickly? It's fine, Deidara, really. Don't sweat it."

Deidara slung his arm over his eyes. "Just give me a minute, yeah?" Sakura nodded with a smile and began to gently kiss and nip at Deidara's inner thighs. "Mmm," He moaned as his dick began to twitch back to life. A few minutes of that, and he was ready to go.

Sakura dragged him to her bed and all but threw him down onto his back before she straddled his hips. "Ready, pretty boy?" She smirked.

Deidara lubed up his index finger with some of his saliva and slid his hand between them. He rubbed his fingers between Sakura's folds and felt how wet she was. "Ready when you are," He grinned.

Without hesitation, Sakura slammed herself down on him and immediately set a fast pace. Both of them began to moan loudly, and Deidara cupped her breasts in his palms and his mouths began to lick and suck at her nipples.

"How's that feel, pretty boy?" Sakura panted as she rode the rouge ninja below her. "As good as you imagined?"

Deidara smiled shakily at her and grabbed a hold of her hips—not to guide her, but to steady them both, as Sakura was riding him so hard that he feared she would fuck them both right off of her bed. "Even better. So much better, yeah,"

Sakura gave him a smirk accompanied by a harsh grinding of her hips. "Glad I didn't disappoint." Deidara saw her hand shoot out, but his reaction time was slow, and soon enough Sakura once again had a chunk of his long blond hair gripped in her tight fist. "What pretty hair you have," She then dragged Deidara's face to hers by his hair and kissed him ferociously, biting and sucking his lips and tongue.

Fuck, if that wasn't one of Deidara's weaknesses. He began to moan wantonly as Sakura continued to dominate him, impaling herself on his rigid length over and over again until he was seeing stars. He wasn't a virgin, but God did she ever make him feel like one. Already, he felt that familiar stirring in his loins. How long had she been fucking him? Fifteen minutes? Fuck!

Deidara dug his nails into her hips and tried to make her slow down, but he was a weakling compared to her, and she kept up her relentless pace. "S-Sakura, hang on, yeah!"

Sakura chuckled at his obvious distress. "Again? Already?" Deidara blushed with embarrassment and looked away, only to have Sakura pull his face back to hers by his chin. "Well then, I guess I better hurry up." Deidara watched as her hand travelled between them, through the course curls that marked both of their sexes, and began to work her clit in tight circles. The action made her tighten around him and Deidara bit his lip to keep himself from screaming and thrusted his hips upwards to meet her. He was close, he was so so close!

Sakura panted even harder. "You want me to come for you, Deidara? You want me to come all over your dick?" She asked him as her thrusts got sloppy.

Deidara's head began to spin. "Yes! Fuck yes, Sakura! Please!" He wasn't above begging, not when it came to this woman. She so easily bested him at everything; he was nothing compared to her. And she knew it. And he loved that she exploited that fact so entirely. "Ah! I'm coming!"

Sakura replied with a quickening of both her thrusts and her fingers and soon enough she was quivering around him. "Deidara!" She screamed and came with a hard, satisfying gush, which Deidara met with his own spurts of hot, thick release. He came with a sob of indescribable pleasure, followed by a grunt.

Sakura slumped over him and tangled her hands in Deidara's disheveled hair, panting. Deidara weakly wound his arms around her waist and focused on figuring out how to breathe. After a few moments, Sakura stirred and looked at Deidara, who met her gaze and gave her a charming, lop-sided grin. They lay like that in silence for how long, neither of them knew. Deidara glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, which read 2:35 PM.

"Hey," Deidara rasped, his voice hoarse from his moaning. "You wanna get some lunch or something?"

Sakura gave him a surprised look before she too glanced at the clock. "Yeah, as long as you're buying, pretty boy." She playfully poked him in his cheek.

Deidara barked a laugh and ruffled Sakura's pink hair. "Anything for you."