Late in the night, stars twinkled between fluffy drifting clouds and brilliant firework displays danced against the moon's reflection in the sky. The sound of people crowding the streets escalated in volume as children laughed and played. The delicious aroma of food filled the atmosphere and confetti littered the ground. Vendors advertised and offered merchandise to sell for all passerby. Spirits were high and faces were smiling as the festival drove on.

There was one person in particular, however, who was not the least bit interested in any of the activities taking place. Sticking to the shadows and dark alleys of the streets, he avoided unnecessary contact whilst dragging behind him something large and bulky. The thick, black combat boots he wore scraped against the concrete as he walked; the rest of his body was just as dark as the vicinity in which he traversed. He sought only one destination on this night. The place he most often found himself going to.

Behind the abandoned brick house on the right, take three steps, open the wooden door and head down the stairway to a basement. The corridor leading to the dubious entrance was ominous and uninviting, but that did not scare him in the least. Once he reached the door, he announced his presence by kicking it open and marching inside.

"Holy shit!" A man said startled as he jumped from his chair. He had a brown goatee and a yellow bandana tied over spiky hair; he was about in his late thirties and dressed kind of plainly.
"Hmph." The intruder snorted and threw the object he was handling against the wall. It was a person; more specifically a dead person.
"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not enter like that! I thought you were the fucking cops or something!"
However, the other person showed no interested in his startled demeanor. He sat down on an old, worn sofa and crossed his legs. "You got the money?"
"Thats real fuckin nice, Deidara." The man sighed. "You wont be happy til I fucking get a heart attack!"
"Hn?" Deidara tilted his head. "Or I could just make it easier for you and kill you right now."

"Don't fuck around!" He turned to observe the person Deidara brought in. After a quick examination, he marked something down in a profile book. "Nice! This one's worth a pretty penny, but try not to smash him up so much next time. Can barely even recognize his face; this could be anyone!"

Deidara rolled his eyes. "I could fucking care less how they look. As long as I bring them in, you better have my money ready!"
"Here." The man tossed him a bag.
Deidara caught it in his hand. "Huh? You're not skimping out on me, are you, Suien?" Deidara asked as he began counting the bills.
"Oh grow the hell up! Don't expect big rewards for the small perps."
Putting the money away, Deidara stood up. "Alright, give me my next assignment."
"Jesus, take a break!" Suien mused. "Eventually I'll have no one left! Why don't you just go out and enjoy the festivities instead?"
"Not a fan."

Expecting no less of an answer from the assassin, Suien flipped through a binder. It contained information of people from criminals to families involved in the yakuza and other valuable, confidential material. Humming to himself as he flipped through the pages, his motions suddenly stopped. He looked at the profile of a man with long, black hair and yellow eyes. Previously, the person was involved in medical research and other things that benefited the human body, but since his death three years ago, his true intentions and sick habits came to light. Under the picture was his name: Orochimaru.

"Hey! I ain't got all day, un." Deidara frowned as his patience grew thin.
"Yeah, yeah..." Suien answered him, but his face stayed glued to the page in the book. Then a curious question suddenly appeared in his mind. "Hey, Deidara, didn't you used to work for Orochimaru?"
Deidara gave him a sideways glance, but did not reply.
"What was the whole thing with his experiments and stuff about? Did he have a reason behind it?"
"Hell if I know."
"What?"
"Like I said, hell if I know. All I did was the same thing I'm doing for you. Kill people to make money." He glared a blue eye at the man. "And if you insist on trying to pry in my business, should I remind you that you're a wanted criminal yourself?" When Deidara slightly moved, a quick twinkle came from one the daggers on his thigh.
"Hey hey, calm the fuck down!" Suien said in a surrender-like fashion. "It was just a question." He continued looking through the pages. "I heard the Akatsuki were involved with him, too. But it looks like not long after their leader was killed, they disbanded. Too bad; they were worth some good money if captured!"

"Look," Deidara replied. "None of this has to do with me. If you don't have anything else for me to do, then I'm going!"
"Wait. I might have something interesting for you..." Suien grinned.
Stopping right before he got to the door, the sudden tone in Suien's voice piqued his interest. "Oh? Something fun for me?"
"Yeah! I got em right here!" Suien walked over to Deidara and showed him the profile. "Check out the info on this guy. It says he likes to collect things for a hobby, but he's also mass serial killer. Not much else on him except for the fact that he can show up in two places at once."
"Yeah, so?"
"So? SO?" Suien laughed. "Kid, you might want to look at what this guy is worth. Easy 20mil right there if you manage to bring him in one piece!"

Deidara's eyes filled with greed. How many zero's was that? Enough to fill his pocket and probably keep him hooked for life! "You've got five seconds to tell me where he is."
"Heh. Thats the problem." Suien closed the book. "No one can keep tabs on the guy because one minute he's there, and gone the next! Plus, he ain't very kind to strangers, believe me! The officials can't even take this guy down; thats why he's worth so much."
Deidara frowned. "Thats not what I fucking asked! Tell me where I can find him!"
Suien threw one arm around Deidara. "Ok, look. Originally I wasn't gonna assign you to this dude because well.. you're my best guy! What am I gonna do if my prized assassin gets all cut up?"
"Believe me, you have nothing to worry about." Deidara removed Suien's arm.
"Alright so..." he looked at a map pinned to a billboard. "Last place he was spotted was here. It aint too far so traveling shouldn't be an issue. Still, gives me the creeps that he's so nearby especially when everyone's all carefree this time of year. Anyway, just take him down and-"

Suien turned around only to see Deidara walking up the stairway. Of course. Once there was money on the blonde's mind, nothing was going to stop him. Suien laughed and sat down in his chair. "Just watch your back, kid."

Making his way unnoticed through the crowd filled streets of the town, Deidara couldn't stop smiling to himself. This was going to be the easiest and biggest reward he's ever gotten. And since his tracking skills far surpassed other ninja, finding this guy would be a piece of cake! 'Heheh. 20 million yen here I come!' His thoughts were interrupted when someone bumped into him; it was a young boy with orange hair and blue eyes. Irritated, he growled, "Hey, watch where the fuck you're going!"

"Eep! Mommy, mommy!" The startled child ran away and tugged on a woman wearing a white yukata. "Mommy, that man scared me!"
"Huh?" She turned around; her dark blue hair almost blended in with the night itself. However, she couldn't make out anyone suspicious in the crowd. "Yahiko, there's no one there."
"But he was really scary! And he was all dressed in black!"
'Dressed in black?' She found that odd, but decided to disregard the notion. "Don't worry about it." She smiled. "Why don't we go find an offering for your father?"
The boy grinned and nodded. "Ok!"

Finally making his way away from the noisy people and cramped confines of the village, Deidara was now at the edge of the forest. Closing his eyes for a bit, he remembered where Suien pointed on the map. A few miles North; maybe a yard or so East. "Ok." Wasting no time, he hopped to the treetops, darting through the air looking like nothing more than a black blur. It shouldn't take him long to reach his desired target's location.

Sighing, he began picking up speed, letting the moon guide his way through the night. Come to think of it... Wasn't it a night just like this when Orochimaru gave him the mission for the Akatsuki? It was cool and breezy; silent and serene as he traveled through the dense woods. Back then he was more anxious and impatient when it came to his work, but after certain circumstances took hold of his life, he quickly learned the importance of bettering himself to face the odds. He dropped the cocky and egotistical attitude he once withheld in favor for a more straight-forward approach. After all, it was him who taught him that. Before something nostalgic resurfaced in his mind, he jumped to the ground landing silently on the soft grass.

He viewed his surroundings. This was definitely near the spot Suien had pointed out. Cautiously, he walked forward, looking in all directions. This was definitely enemy territory now; there were a lot of people and other bounty hunters who sought whoever they could kill to earn an easy buck. A faint wind blew by. Distantly, fireworks from the town lit the sky a few miles away. After they faded, everything was quiet again. 'Hmm.. Nothing here...' He thought. Just as he turned on his heel to leave, the faint sound of someone's voice caught his ear. Instinctively, he hid behind a tree and peeked around.

There was a light flickering through the dark brush; presumably a lantern. 'Hm?' Deidara carefully followed the dim light. Eventually he was close enough to see the silhouette of a person, but no other features stood out. They entered a dark, shoddy looking building closing the door behind them.

Naturally, Deidara followed behind them, entering the building without hesitation and making sure he made not a sound. 'This is going to be too easy!' The inside of the place was even darker than the outside, and there were doors everywhere. Trying to find out what room this guy was in was going to be tough. Then, the foul smell of blood reached Deidara's nose. No doubt he must be storing bodies in here somewhere.

"Wh-what are you going to do with me?" Someone's voice pitifully spoke from further in the place. Curious, the assassin trekked forward. The place was probably rigged with traps so of course he tread carefully. Eventually light gleaming from a door met his eyes. Careful not to creak it open too much, he peeked inside. His eyes widened at the sight he saw before him.

There was a cold draft emitting from the room lit with three or so lanterns. Black splatters and dingy smudges decored the walls and ceiling. Hooks, knives, and chains hung from the walls. A desk nearby was littered with scalpels, needles, and other utensils. But the real horror was the sight of a man hanging by his wrists from the ceiling, completely naked. He was pale and extremely emaciated. His body was shivering and he muttered words incoherently. Then, there was the sound of footsteps.

"No, please! Let me go!" The man violently started to shake at his bound hands, but there was no escaping. "Please, no! Just let me go! Just let me go!"
A chuckle. Footsteps. Begging and moaning. Then finally, coming into view of the light, was a person dressed in a long black cape and hood. Deidara couldn't see any of his facial features, but there was no doubt that this was the person he was looking for. He continued to watch the eerie scene.

The hooded man brought one of his hands up to touch the naked man's chest and skin. He seemed to find bemusement as the man shivered under his touch. "Such beautiful skin." He murmured. "You would be a fine addition to my collection." His fingers continued to caress the man's body, from head to toe. "But I'm sure you're hiding something even more voluptuous underneath." He turned to the wall where the various weapons hung. From it, he grasped a rusted hook. He smiled, giving the object a soft kiss to his lips before turning back to face his "subject."

The man cried out again. "Please don't do this!"
But the man in black only chuckled. Without warning, he took the hook and slashed it across the other male's chest. A scream of sheer pain and agony tore from the person's mouth. But it still wasn't enough to satisfy this sick collector. Again and again he mercilessly brought the hook down onto them, until blood pooled to the floor and their insides hung out. Shaking and coughing up blood, their breathing became weak and in less than a minute, their head dropped down, dead.

"Heheheh!" Another eerie smile played on the hooded man's face as he brought the hook up to his mouth and licked the blood dripping from its sharp, metal tip. He admired his work in front of him. Hanging there so helplessly, screaming, begging, pleading. It was a sickeningly, sweet sound to his ears, and even more of a treat to his eyes.

Deidara backed away from the door, putting a hand over his mouth. The graphic images kept replaying over and over in his mind. Fighting to hold onto the contents of his stomach, he leaned against the wall as a cold sweat went down his temple. Now isn't the time to get sick. Actually, it was probably the perfect opportunity to ambush this sicko! After regaining his composure and pushing the abhorrent thoughts beside, he turned around and kicked open the door, doing a tuck-and-roll on the floor.

He pulled out two daggers. "Alright you psycho! I'll try to make this easy for you!"
The hooded man was now seated in a chair, legs crossed, and head propped on his hand. "It seems more rats have gotten in."
"Tch!" Deidara stood. "Yeah, and this one's about to kick your ass!"
"Hmph." When the man tapped the arm of the chair with his hand, thats when Deidara heard something and jumped out of the way.

'What the?' He dodged again as a hook swiped threateningly at his face. "Damn it! Get away from me!" He bent backwards, evading the weapon and leaned back up with a kick that sent them flying across the room. He smirked. "Your little gimmicks wont work on me!" He cracked his knuckles as he approached them. "Now, lets make this quick and easy!"

Deidara picked the man up by the scruff of his cloak and held a dagger up to their neck. 'Wait a minute...' He pulled the hood back, and what was revealed in front of him wasn't a human at all. It was some sort of large doll. 'A decoy?' He threw the thing aside and looked around the room. The man fled down the hallway. "Oh no you don't!" There was no way in hell he was letting twenty million yen get away!

Going down the long, dark hall again, he heard the door slam. He picked up speed. Once outside he looked around for the man, only be attacked from behind. They rolled on the ground before coming to a pause, with the culprit on top and Deidara on bottom. "Get the fuck off me!" He punched him in the face, but his hit doesn't seem to do anything. Suddenly, something sharp jabs him in the side and he swears as the person in question jumps from on top of him. "Dammit..." Deidara weakly gets up, holding onto the deep penetrating wound. Blood continuously flows from it, but he can't focus on that right now. Rather, his eyesight was locked on the person in front of him.

"You're an annoying one." they commented. "And you certainly have some nerve to intrude on my valuable time."
"Tch." Deidara scowled. "You really think I give a damn about that? You're just a fucking sick bastard! I can't wait to kill you!"
"Kill me when you can barely even stand?"
"Don't test me!" he growled.
"Well then..." the man grinned. "Bring it on." Suddenly, someone else appears beside him.
'What? Theres two of them?'

But he had no time to think as they both dashed towards him. He was able to counter one of them and push them away, but he quickly found himself face up against the next. They remained locked in this position, exchanging cold, blank glares. Deidara still couldn't see their face properly, but with a glimmer of the moonlight, he could make out a scar going across the left side of their forehead. Too bad it'll only get uglier by the time he was done with him! He grinned. Kicking the person back, and leaping away, he snapped his fingers. "Katsu!"

An explosion goes off and the person is blown back. He hits the ground hard; his cloak tears along the surface and with it his hood comes off. Deidara grins, but it quickly fades when the man gets back up. Breathing heavily, they groan in agitation. "I've had just about enough of you!" Their face turns, and eyes of fury glare at him. "You fucking brat!"

At that moment in time, a weird sense of deja vu strikes Deidara. His eyes widen and his jaw slacks. 'No... it couldn't be!' That voice just now; those words! Deidara continued to stare at the man with disbelief. Locks of crimson danced against the reflection of the moon and brown eyes filled with rage. There was no mistaking it. It was him. "Sasori!"

The man curls his left hand and a figure appears before him. "My patience has grown thin. Now it is time for you to die!"
Instead of being astonished by the sudden turn of events, Deidara simply smiles. "Looks like..." His body begins to shake with anticipation. "I'm going to get my revenge after all!"
"Hm?" the person raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb! All this time you've been hiding out! But now, I'll finally get to kill you!" He laughs, a twisted smile appearing on his face. "You're mine now! And this time, I'm not letting you get away!"

Deidara then charges at Sasori who calls his puppet in front of him. But Deidara foresaw the technique and maneuvers around it. He clashes against Sasori who uses his hands to hold him back. "Hmph. Don't even try it!" Deidara chuckles. "I know all your tricks!" Frowning, Sasori jumps away from the blonde, once again manipulating his puppet to fight. But Deidara beams as he flawlessly manages to avoid it.

Amazed at the assassin's skill, Sasori watches with interest as Deidara and the puppet scuffle. 'He's able to see through all of my attacks.' He then studies his body; moving so skillfully, swiftly without a single fault. An unsettling smile goes across the red head's face as a sudden feeling of excitement and hunger stirs within him. 'I see now...' He waves his hand and the puppet retreats away from Deidara; it lands on the branch of a tree.

Confused, Deidara glances to Sasori, who stares at him with inclined eyes. If it were just simple bloodlust, Deidara would have noticed, but no. There was something else completely different in those brown pupils. They looked starved, deprived; as if seeking something to quell their thirst. Or rather, they had already found their target.

"I don't know who you are," the man casually retorts; his voice uncomfortably calm. "But I assure you, you don't know all my tricks!"
Deidara made a puzzled look. "What the hell do you mean you don't know who I am?!"

There was no response, only a powerful gust of wind that blew forth leaves from trees. Clouds in the sky drifted in front of the moon, blocking its lunar glow of light; the entire area was now pitch black. Deidara had his face covered to prevent anything getting in his eyes, however, that proved to be his greatest mistake as something struck him hard from behind.

"Agh! Damn!" He quickly turned around to confront them, but once again something struck his vulnerable point. He nearly toppled over, but managed to hold his own. When he reached for his dagger, he found it gone. 'Dammit!' While distracted grabbing for another weapon, he felt a powerful blow to his shoulder. All he could do was defend. Each time, his body felt lighter. He was sure that one by one, his weapons were being plucked away; making it easier for his opponent to attack. Suddenly, two shadows honed in on him; one from behind and one in the front. He could only brace himself as they struck, sending his body twisting partially in the air before falling down. Knowing that he was vulnerable, he immediately tried to get back up, but something prevented him. When he tried to move, his muscles tensed and joints locked, almost as if they were refusing to obey him. 'Wh-what?'

As the wind continued to blow, the clouds followed its pace; the moon's glare was able to reflect upon the land once again. As he was still being forced to lie on the ground, footsteps approached him. He didn't even have to look up to know who it was. "Damn you! Let me go!"
Another smile as the man simply looked at him. "It seems you have lost. So, accept your fate to me." With a whisk of the man's fingers, Deidara felt something bluntly stomp against his head. Darkness quickly followed after.

~:::~

Something dim flickered behind his closed eyelids, and strong fumes tickled the nostrils of his nose. Slowly rising from his blackout, something he thought he wouldn't have the chance to do again, an off-white ceiling greeted him. Something soft cushioned his body and he shivered feeling colder than usual. After his mind started coming more into focus, Deidara sat up and the sound of metal jingling all around him reached his ears. 'What?' His eyes were half-lidded, almost as if he were in a deep trance; he couldn't get them to open any wider. When he moved, again the sound of jingling metal greeted him and there was a continuous-like pressure on his throat.

Senses still not completely caught up, he began to feel around his body; he was completely naked. He touched his neck and there was something clasped around it; a collar. There was also something fastened around his ankles and wrists; shackles. He had been chained up like a caged animal. Feeling sudden fear, questions began to surge through his mind. Was he going to die? Be tortured to death just like the man he saw? He faltered upon hearing a deep chuckle echo in the dim room. "You are finally awake."

Deidara looked up. The person took a few steps forward into the light. They were dressed in a black kimono with red tiger lilies intricately designed on the base; long regal sleeves hung off their arms and a traditional pair of sandals adorned their feet. When Deidara looked back up to the person's face, they smiled; brown eyes calm with red hair swept across their forehead. He knew exactly who this person was; Sasori.

Once again taking steps forward, Sasori sits down on the bed beside Deidara. He cups his chin; his hand is cold, but for some reason Deidara's body gets warmer at the foreign touch. Sasori grins. "Your body has already succumbed to the effects?" He inquired.

Deidara was confused by the man's words. Effects? What effects? When he tried to say something, it felt like something choked him and nothing but a breathless cough escaped his mouth. Why? Why couldn't he say anything? He put his hand on his throat instinctively. He remembered that he was wearing a collar. Thinking it might be the thing interfering with his inability to speak, he looked back to Sasori who only kept an amused expression on his face.

"That choker, it puts strain on one's vocal chords preventing them from speech." He gently caressed it, and stroked the chain connected to it with his fingertips. His hand then went back up to cup Deidara's chin. He reached behind him and grabbed a bowl of incense that was burning on a nightstand. It had a strong medicinal smell to it; so strong that it made Deidara feel dizzy. "This incense contains herbs that affect's a person's body and mind." He brought the bowl to his face, taking in a small whiff of it. His shoulders quivered as another unnerving smile crept over his lips. "The more you take in, the stronger its effects. You have been inhaling it for about three hours."

He then brought the bowl to Deidara's face who immediately tried to turn away, but Sasori's hand forced him to breathe it in. The fumes were intoxicatingly potent and he jerked away with rough coughs; saliva dripping from his jaws. His spine tingled and his mind became even murkier as a tantalizing heat brushed through him. 'What... what is this?' His body felt weak; he was barely able to hold himself up.

Setting the bowl of incense back down, Sasori lightly strokes Deidara's hair; the long, blonde strands entangle around his fingers. "I suppose I should answer your question from earlier." He looked at the blonde, who's face had become flushed and body temperature rising. "You obviously know who I am, yet I inquired earlier that I do not know you." He closed his eyes as if in thought before he continued explaining. "A few years ago, I awoke inside of a puppet. My body had been heavily damaged and nothing that took place before my awakening I could not recollect." He solemnly stroked the scar going across the left of his forehead. "I have retrograde amnesia. I do not remember anything that happened before a certain event."

'A-amnesia?' Deidara's mind tried to keep up with what Sasori was saying, but he found himself hardly able to believe the words themselves. It probably made sense that somehow he was still alive, but for him to just completely forget everything that happened?! Now the battle between them suddenly made sense. 'But... why am I like this?'

Almost as if he read the blonde's mind, Sasori smirked. "I'm sure you've noticed... My love for experimenting with the human body?" His hand glided across Deidara's back. "While my memories were gone, my abilities and obsessions still remained. I guess you could say, it thrills me. But you, however..." He grabbed Deidara's chin with his other hand, making direct eye contact. "You are much too special for me to cut up and discard."

The metal chains clattered as he pushed Deidara down to the bed. He crawled over him, admiring the beautiful form before him. Just as he did with the stranger before, he touched and caressed every single part of Deidara's body. "I think I'll make you a permanent part of my collection." He smirked, bringing his lips to Deidara's neck. "Just for me. Only for me..." he whispered. His tongue licked over the smooth skin and hands glided over the blonde's chest.

Deidara, unable to fight whatever was poisoning his conscious, wrapped his arms around Sasori. He didn't why, but it felt like a sudden instinct. Sasori grinned. "Good boy. I am your new master from now on." He bit down hard on a sensitive spot of Deidara's neck and the blonde whimpered. Deidara didn't know what he was doing anymore or where his thoughts went, but his body only craved and desired for one thing at that moment. And all of it, was the man on top of him.

Sasori then moved down to Deidara's chest, brisking across the firm skin with his lips. He brought his hand up and plunged a few of his fingers into Deidara's mouth. Deidara began to suck on them, lathering the appendages with a coat of saliva. He gagged a bit when Sasori pushed them further to the back of his throat. Nonetheless, he eagerly took them in while his torso was teased. He flinched when he felt a bite to one of his nipples. Sasori then withdrew his fingers from his mouth. The saliva coated digits made way their way downwards. Shortly thereafter, Deidara felt something force inside of him. He shivered as an intense heat went through his body to his head. Unable to moan due to the choker, all he could manage was a breathless gasp as he gripped Sasori's kimono.

Sasori's fingers continued to delve into the tight heat, until they were to the knuckle. The pleasured expression on Deidara's face filled him with even more desire to dictate the blonde. The hungry look in his eyes returned, almost giving a red glint to his brown irises. The way Deidara squirmed under him; his muscles tense at first but then softening. His body able to withstand his previous attacks, yet look as if nothing had happened afterwards. He was a strange occurrence; a truly rare thing. And he was going to make it all his.

He scissored his fingers apart, a delightful squelching sound reaching his ears. Deidara's fingernails dug into his shoulder blades tighter, almost poking through the silk fabric of his kimono. The way he had so easily manipulated the blonde into such a susceptible state made the passion within him flare more. He finally removed his fingers and then sat up. He took off the kimono, revealing nothing but his own bare-naked body glistening in the candle light. He took both of Deidara's shackled wrists and hooked them together to the bed's headboard. With a malicious grin, he was ready to indulge in his treasure.

A gasp escaped Deidara's mouth when he once again felt something enter him, only this time it was larger. Due to the effects of the incense, he could feel no pain; only heat and pleasure. His mind couldn't comprehend anything other than those two things. He had long lost his will to resist and the attitude that kept him afloat. Somewhere in the corners of his mind, his true self had been restrained. He only saw lust and flickering images of the man in front of him. He had been in this situation many times previously, but it was different this time. The person controlling him was not the same as before. His views and dimensions were different; corrupted in their way of thinking. And Deidara would probably be trapped in that vortex of despair forever.

Sasori planted one kiss on the blonde's forehead before putting his hands on his hips and beginning to move. With the choker restraining his voice, Deidara could only let out breathless moans and gasps as the red head assaulted him. His arms shook and toes curled; chains clanged and clattered above him. Eyes closed, he had been swept away into an endless world of bliss. Sasori chuckled.

"How interesting to see you like this compared to what you were before." He mused. He picked up the rhythm of his hips. Deidara's head tilted back. "To think you could become like this in such a short amount of time. Your body must really love it." If Deidara's sense of reasoning were there, he'd retort and say that he hated it, however, he remained silent. As Sasori continued to thrust, a tingling sensation began to course through him. His back arched and body tensed; he felt his hips tremble. Before he knew it, he had come; he quivered while he breathed shakily. Fresh spurts of the white stickiness coated across his stomach.

"Tsk." Sasori grimaced. "To cum before your master. How selfish of you." Sasori paused the movement of his hips. He flipped Deidara over who grunted as his arms were twisted with the chains holding him in place. Though it looked painful, to him it only felt like a slight prickle. Not soon after, Sasori continued pounding into him relentlessly. He clenched his teeth, drool dripping from his maw and tears of pleasure pricking at the corner of his eyes. They could have been from pain, but he was no longer able to tell. Another sharp wave of ecstasy rushed through him as Sasori continuously slammed into him all the way up to the hilt. He then felt a hand slide under his chin.

"Let me hear your voice." He touched the choker Deidara's neck; with a soft click it came off. He coughed as the pressure was relieved from his throat and more air allowed to travel through. "I want to hear you scream." Sasori's grip tightened on his hips and he slammed into him with a ruthless force.

With nothing able to keep his voice down any longer, a pleasured moan resounded from Deidara. His fingers curled and heart raced. "Hah...ah..!" His voice was fragile, but to Sasori, that broken tune sounded absolutely enchanting! It was enough to fill his twisted heart of lust and drive him even further. He praised his precious pet and offered more hard thrusts. His hand slithered below Deidara and began to stroke him. There was already a thin coat of precum covering it as he neared his second orgasm. Sasori, too, felt himself nearing his climax. He leaned down, turning Deidara's face to his; they kissed. Almost as if that was the trigger to set him off, Deidara moaned into Sasori's mouth as he came again. His body trembled and quickly after he felt something hot and fluid filling him from the inside.

His strength gone, Deidara's head dropped as he breathed harshly trying to reclaim his breath. His body numb from all the pleasure, he didn't feel Sasori slip out of him; he just simply lied there. His body temperature still remained hot as he closed his eyes, slowly beginning to fall unconscious from the overexertion. His wrists were unhooked though the individual shackles around them still remained. Sasori then covered him with a bed sheet. His fingers combed through his blonde hair while he stared at his sleeping face. 'Yes, you will be my most precious item.' He grabbed Deidara's limp hand and brought it to his lips. 'My possession.'

Thank you for reading! I wanted to be as descriptive as I could with this chapter, but I think I got waaay too much into it! However, I would like to thank all my readers for taking the time to read/review and motivate me on this fic. It was a lovely idea and I wanted to go all out with it til the very end! So thank you!

Other Stuff
1. I know some of you are curious about Itachi and his brother. Well, thats something I'm leaving up to you to decide! (However, he did in fact kill Orochimaru.)
2. Yep. That woman at the festival was Konan and her son, Yahiko. I dropped a very, very tiny hint about this in the 13th chapter.
3. Reason why Deidara didn't answer Suien's question was pretty obvious; he's still considered a wanted criminal even though he kills other criminals. And given his job, he can't just carelessly give away information about being involved with other people.
4. Originally I wasn't going to give Sasori amnesia. He and Deidara would reunite and become partners in assassination together if Deidara lost against him, but I dropped that idea because it didn't seem like it would give a proper outcome, especially for the type of characters they were. I instead went with a much more darker ending.
5. I'd like to wish Sasori a happy birthday today! ;)
6. Sequel? Noooooooo. I'm sorry, but no. This was a really big project for me and just no. This is how it officially ends, but I hope you still had fun reading it!