My first full fledged fanfic. Hope you guys like it. Typing this happily as I eat dinner (peanut butter, lol) ^-^

'Kay, so I'm obsessed with the story. Oh so very much. And the two main pairings that shall be in here. So, I turned it into this. Feel free to check my other book 'Anime one-shots' as for the one-shot of this story and a preview of a chapter later on (lime filled). So yeah. Check it out if you want. Without further ado...

Warnings (whole book): Guy on guy, colorful language, angst, drama, perhaps some ooc-ness, lime and lemon and me, writing.

Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns the charecters and *some* of the plot, since I'm drawing from some of the Shippuden series plot.

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"Now, this is your room. That's your side," He pointed to the right side of the room, Deidara's gaze following his finger, where an unoccupied bed, blue covers smooth and untouched, his Akatsuki uniform neatly folded on top of them, an empty mahogany desk next to it, "And that is Sasori's." he pointed to the other side of the room, where Deidara found a bed cluttered with half-carved wood blocks, a couple screws here and there and a stray bottle of oil, the desk on the verge of breaking down with all the dents and scratches and wood and tools pilled on top. More tools and more wood, some unfinished puppets and a few shurikens, kunais and senbon needles scattered upon the ground, and yet, somehow giving the room an artistic ambience, "Don't touch his stuff."

Deidara only glared at the black haired, red-eyed member besides him, his sharingan spinning lazily. Did he hate those eyes with a burning passion.

"And right, I almost forgot." Uchiha Itachi spun around to face the blonde teen, seemingly unfazed by his extremely intense glare, as he reached within his cloak, pulling out a small silver ring, a blue gemstone attached to the silver circle with the kanji for 'blue' hacked in black at the top, "Wear this at all times. It signifies that you are a member of the Akatsuki."

Deidara glared at Itachi even more, even taking the risk of looking straight into his eyes as he snatched the ring out of his hand and shoved it into his pocket, folding his arms.

"Is that all, mm?" he said, the flat edge in his voice evident. He narrowed his one open eye and frowned the slightest bit, trying his best to intimidate the Uchiha. Itachi only studied him momentarily with a stoic expression on his face as he sighed, turning around and walking away slowly.

"That'd be all. Stand by for leader-sama's orders." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair, striding away, picking up the pace.

Deidara rolled his eye, adding the pleasant "My ass" in his mind, making a mental note to ask for a rematch later, as he studied the room once more, taking it all in. Just a few hours ago, he was heading up to a temple in Amagakure to do a job, just to be beat by the Uchiha and dragged to this hell hole filled with psyco S-ranked criminals.

He placed a hand on his forehead, frowning. No, a bunch of idiots that didn't understand what art was. That's what it was. Right. And his partner, that hunched over...thing, was probably just another moron who didn't get what it was.

The blonde stood up straight, shuffling to his soon-to-be bed and plopping down on it momentarily before lying down on it, exhasted after his long journey, undoing his slashed Iwagakure forehead protecter and tossing it onto his still-folded uniform. Well, at least the bed was rather comfy, and the sheets were soft. They smelt like lilacs, making him want to bury his face into the covers and sleep for an eternity.

Wait...lilacs?

He snorted before he turned over, smiling slightly as he curled up on his bed, rubbing his cheek against the cheeks. He hadn't had the luxury of a bed for a long time. Perhaps a short nap wouldn't kill...

Deidara opened one eye lazily, finding himself face-to-face with the white wall his bed was pushed up against. He studied the white wall intently, poking it with his finger as if to see if it were a wall or not, pushing his fringe behind his ear. The blonde soon felt restless sat up, leaning against the soft, now warm pillow for support as he looked around his side of the room with half lidded eyes, noticing a soft light coming from behind him, illuminating the dark room and giving a warm ambience, almost cozy, even. Deidara blinked several times, trying to get his eyes to open completely, but it was like there were magnets attached to his eyes, pulling the upper and lower lid towards each other. And it wasn't like the soft bed wasn't still inviting. Now, in fact, since it was warm...

"Are you finally awake, brat? Do you realize that you've been sleeping around five hours now?" Said a completely unfamiliar voice, making him lie down again and roll so he was facing the opposite direction, finding himself staring at a figure siting at the desk on the other side of his room, his red hair almost auburn in the poor lighting.

"And you are...?" he replied, rubbing one eyes as he yawned. Then realization dawned on him as he snapped out of his drowsiness and jumped to his feet, shinobi instincts taking over, tackling the red head, knocking the poor thing out of his chair and hitting the ground with a thud, Deidara hovering over the mysterious boy, who was sighing, eyes shut as he place a hand over an eye, mumbling about a 'stupid brat' and 'probably cracked my head open'.

"Who are you and what have you done with Sasori?! Where is he, hmm?" snapped Deidara, studying the rather handsome teen-looking member in front of him.

The red head removed his hand off his eye, letting it drop onto the ground next to him as he opened his eyes, revealing two big, brown eyes catching Deidara's cerulean blue ones and making the bomber's heart beat much faster than usual. He found himself staring into the mysterious boy's eyes, finding himself much too close as he realized he was no more than a few inches away from his face. Deidara's breath hitched in his chest as he felt a blush creeping on, feeling the urge to face palm for being immediately attracted to a stranger. And a guy.

The red head's eyes narrowed dangerously and suddenly pushed the blonde off him, sending Deidara to the ground and to the bomber's surprise, finding the red head hovering above him, having switched positions. Deidara tried to worm away, pushing himself away from the red head, which only succeeded in his hands being held above his head, an iron grip circling his wrists and pressing them against the tile ground, the red head's knees pressed to either side of his ribs, keeping him from moving excluding his legs and pretty much sitting on his chest.

"Brat, I am Sasori. You only saw me in my shell, Hiruko." sighed Sasori, still staring into Deidara's eyes. Deidara bit his lip, hoping he wasn't blushing as hard as he thought he was and nodded.

"Sure, Sasori no danna, un." he squeaked, slightly intimidated and turned on at the same time. He saw confusion flash in Sasori's brown eyes (which contrasted perfectly with his almost-scarlet hair, Deidara noted.)

"Sasori no...danna?" repeated Sasori slowly, a brow arched as he stared down at his partner, who looked completely nervous and uncomfortable. Deidara smiled nervously and shook his head frantically.

"Danna, un."

"You do realize that wives sometimes call their husbands 'Danna' and such, right?" sneered Sasori, now smirking as he saw Deidara turn absolutely red as his eyes widened. He nodded the slightest bit.

"Un..."

Deidara felt the grip around his wrists weaken and the pressure inflicted upon his ribs by Sasori's knees weaken as Sasori laughed genuinely momentarily before rising to his feet and stepping over the blushing blonde towards his desk.

"You're something, else brat. I don't think I've seen anyone like you before." Sasori sat down on the chair behind his mahogany desk, and for the first time, Deidara noticed that his partner was wearing an Akatsuki cloak and a ring on one of his fingers. He face palmed before using his elbows to prop himself up, half sitting, half lying down as he stared Sasori, a small smile finding it's way onto his lips.

Sasori looked over at Deidara, frowning and smiling the slightest bit at the same time. "I think I may grow to like you, brat."

As Sasori turned around once more, leaving the 'brat' to do as he liked, Deidara smiled softly and returned back to bed, whispering a soft 'me too' before curling up onto the bed once more, drifting off into sleep.