Spitfire

Then again, he probably looked similar. 

Vanitas groaned. This was the part about sex he didn’t like: getting cleaned up afterwards. Deidara looked as if he was going to fall asleep on top of him and he wasn’t in the mood to play Mr. Nice Guy and clean him up.

Fuck it. He would wash his sheets tomorrow.

❝Get off,❞ he grumbled. There was no sign of the sexy, sweet-talking charm that had been in his voice earlier. Their lustful night was over and being inside of Deidara was starting to hurt his softening member.

“Ah--! Hidan!!”

The name, an unfamiliar one, reverberated inside his head.

Who the hell was Hidan?

Deidara’s shout had distracted him from their messy fuck and as a reaction, the rhythm was broken. His partner didn’t seem to mind when the pounding came to an abrupt end; he had started to grind his ass into Vanitas’s cock instead.

This motion was just as satisfying... and the change in pace was a nice distraction. He ignored the strange twinge in his gut. It was just an unsettling feeling from hearing Deidara moan another guy’s name. 

Hell, he didn’t care if Deidara screamed for the Pope. He was the one with his cock buried inside of him, not Hidan. 

Vanitas reciprocated by moving his hips in a circular motion. It pushed the head of his cock deep against Deidara’s swollen prostate.

❝Gonna fucking cum soon,❞ he hissed between clenched teeth. ❝Gonna fucking-- ah!!!❞

Vanitas yelled and thrust his hips upward in a final attempt to pound Deidara’s prostate. The pressure in his abdomen released and he filled Deidara with his hot cum. At the same time, with a hand that was too disoriented to give a proper hand job, he grabbed Deidara’s dripping cock and gave it several quick pumps. 

If he didn’t help move Deidara up the length of his cock, he wasn’t sure if the blond would be able to keep the breathless pace he’d set. Vanitas also wondered how quickly the boy would climax if he started to pump his cock. He already looked as if he was about to break at any moment. 

Deidara rose up and Vanitas caught sight of his glistening cock before it plunged back into the other boy. The gesture was slow and unbelievably sexy to watch. With a nod of permission from Deidara, he repeated the motion for a second time: lifting his feather-light body by his hips and then rocking him back onto his cock. 

❝So tight,❞ he repeated. The rest of his words were lost in a blur of pleasure as those tight muscles clenched around him.

After a few awkward, slow attempts of rocking his hips into Deidara, Vanitas picked up the pace. It was easier, using gravity and the strength of his hips, to bounce Deidara against his groin. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin was accompanied by heated gasps from Vanitas and muted cries from Deidara; each sound was more racy than the last.

❝There you go,❞ he soothed. ❝Feels better now, doesn’t it?❞

He lowered his hands to Deidara’s hips. The way his hipbones stuck out from his flat stomach reminded him of a girl (there were a lot of things about Deidara that reminded him of a girl) and he found himself admiring them beneath his sweaty palms. Deidara was so fucking pretty. 

The raven held onto him firmly and started to move his hips. Slowly. Gently. Even the slightest movement inside of the blond felt ridiculously good against his cock but he knew the other man was still adjusting.

❝You’re doing so good.❞ 

He forced Deidara’s hands aside and held the boy’s chin between his fingers, forcing him to look down. That pitiful trembling and nervous cry made him more aware of the boy’s fragility. He had no choice but to be gentle if he wanted to continue.

He would proceed with caution. 

❝Look at you... taking all of my cock like a good boy...❞

Every word was exhaled, and he hadn’t yet started to move his hips. The pressure of Deidara’s muscles around him was enough to steal his breath away. He didn’t want to start thrusting until Deidara could adjust to the sensation of a dick in his ass- otherwise, he was likely to give up before the real fun started.

Eyeliner was smudged in the corner of those eyes like a girl that had been crying. Deidara was a mess. He was a mess that was slowly coming undone on top of him with every inch of his thick cock and it looked as if he was about to burst into tears.

❝It won’t hurt much longer,❞ he muttered. ❝You’ll get used to it.❞ By this point he had such a tight grip on Deidara’s slender hips that he was nearly leaving bruises; he was halfway inside of the squirming blond.

Vanitas groaned and pulled the boy towards him with a swift, steady motion. Just like that, Deidara’s tiny little entrance had been stretched to its limit and he was full of Vanitas’s throbbing manhood. Every inch of it.

Vanitas collapsed onto his side, panting hard from the physical exertion. His cock was aching from the violent friction of raw sex and his heart felt as if it were pounding out of his chest. It was no comparison to Marluxia’s breathing, which was still staggered from being choked so violently. 

He glanced over at the pinkette, briefly locking eyes with him. Such ruthless, violent, drugged-up sex... he wasn’t ashamed of what they’d just done, but he was surprised at how dark it had gotten, and so quickly. 

It also gave him the opportunity to see the blonde’s flushed, embarrassed face when he fucked him. It felt good to be able to shove someone’s head in the mattress and pound them from behind, but fucking someone like this was a little more... intimate. Still stroking himself with one hand, Vanitas used the other to run his fingers through messy, tangled hair that fell around the other’s shoulders.

So soft... 

Deidara looked so naive and innocent and sexy. Vanitas touched his heated cheeks and brushed his thumb across those plump lips. 

❝You ready?❞

He could feel himself close to the climax of his orgasm. With every thrust of his hips, and every pained gasp from the man before him, he was growing more and more desperate for that sweet release. His fingers fluttered across Marluxia’s neck, tracing the bruises of his fingerprints and the redness of his skin. 

He stopped after only a few moments; it had been enough to give Deidara a taste of what it was like to get his ass eaten out, and simultaneously enough time for Vanitas to sneakily remove his own boxers. With his cock bouncing free, he gave Deidara a pat on the ass and straightened up.

❝C’mere.❞ 

He climbed onto the bed and moved up until he could set his head in the comfort of his pillow. One hand moved to touch his own cock, slowly stroking its hardened length, while the other beckoned Deidara to climb on top of him.

❝Choke me what,❞ he snarled, sinking his thumb deeper into Marluxia’s throat. He was going to humiliate him; the pinkette had enjoyed his raunchy tactics so far and Vanitas had a hunch that he would like this as well.

Deidara had shifted when he wasn’t paying attention. The blond was on his knees now, legs spread and completely spread for Vanitas’s convenience. He straightened up and watched his glistening fingers slip in and out of that tight entrance, mesmerized by the way it pulsed and clenched on its own. With Deidara’s legs spread as they were, it gave him a perfect view. 

❝Mmm... look at you.❞ He spoke under his breath, studying the way that Deidara tightened around his digits. ❝You’re such a pretty little boy.❞

The filthy remark about his size brought a twisted smirk to his lips; he was cocky and knew very well the size of his manhood was built to please.

❝Yeah,❞ he hissed. ❝You love my big cock, don’t you?❞

He was cruelly violating the man before him and Marluxia was enjoying every second of it. Golden eyes fixated on the sight of that thick cock bouncing shamelessly in front of him. With every thrust of his body, more pre-cum glistened on the head of Marluxia’s cock. Vanitas growled in an animal-like way. Instead of reaching for the pinkette’s manhood, he grabbed his throat and gave it another squeeze.

❝You can barely take this,❞ he teased with a snicker of doubt. ❝But it’s cute how you’re being so desperate.❞

A wave of dizziness washed over him. The heated moment had been so consuming that he had forgotten about the acid they had popped earlier. How many hours had it been since they were tripping on the second floor of that old building? It seemed like decades had passed, but here he was getting another splash of heavy colors behind his eyes, blinding him.

Vanitas lowered his head, resting his cheek against the other’s spine. The sheen of sweat from Deidara’s skin felt cool against his face. A quiet sigh escaped his mouth and he struggled to concentrate on the boy beneath him. Deidara was eagerly awaiting the best damn sex of his life and he was having a trip to Wonderland.

A second digit began to tease the hot muscle of Deidara’s entrance. As most of his hand was slick with lubricant, he slipped in his ring finger with ease. The two fingers together gave more pleasure than a single one, and he quickly alternated between pumping them inside and scissoring them. 

He also knew from experience that many people were turned on by the filthy, blunt observations of sex. When he mentioned the tightness of Deidara’s asshole, he hadn’t missed the flush of embarrassment that crossed his cheeks or the slightly higher pitch to his voice when he called him a jerk. Deidara was stubborn, but it was easy to tell that he liked the way Vanitas was talking.

❝ I’m serious. ❞ He leaned over Deidara, molding his body over the boy’s spine and speaking low and close to his ear. ❝ I don’t know if your tight little ass can handle the size of my cock. ❞

Nor could he get enough of the high-pitched whines that escaped Marluxia’s throat, a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a cry of pleasure. 

Vanitas echoed the other man’s voice with a husky gasp of his own. The friction of his cock pounding into Marluxia’s tight ass made him feel filthy. 

Everything about fucking Marluxia made him feel filthy.