Being lonely is one thing while being alone is another. You can be alone and feel happy, but you can't be lonely and feel happy at the same time. It just doesn't work that way!

Pouring himself a glass of water, Sasori made his way back to his bedroom. It was just his second night alone since his Granny Chiyo left for a week long, Christmas Cruise - and he still couldn't sleep from the stress.

The trip wasn't a complete surprise, she had actually been planning to go with her younger brother for a long time now. Years even. Still, Sasori couldn't help but feel paranoid about being all alone for, what he thought, was a long period of time. It was embarrassing. He was far too old to think like this! Heck, it wasn't as if he hadn't been left home alone before. Sure not often and not for very long...

All his peers were in the loop of being a delightful mixture of mischievous and rebellious; and here his little Granny was trusting him to take care of the house. A big empty house, one that was just begging to host a party!

Wait, hold on...

Of course he wasn't going to do that! He wasn't anything like his peers. That's not to say Sasori was a dork or a nerd. No, instead he had something rather special about him that just seemed to give people the creeps. What was it? Was is because he blinked less than normal people? Maybe it was his undying love of the doll and marionette-arts? Or perhaps it's maybe his lingering fascination with beautiful people.

Ah yes, it might be just that one there.

Sasori only wanted to associate with the attractive people of the world. Highly attractive. Unbelievably attractive. Friends never did stay friends for very long... As they would immediately run to the hills, far away from the scrawny, nonthreatening yet somehow incredibly disturbing redhead.

That and he wasn't supposed to host a house party.

Of course though, he never told these people about the prior situations with old friends. Each new friend fell for the trick of; he's being bullied and/or ostracized for no real reason. He just needs my help! I can change him!

Boy oh BOY, would they learn their lesson quick. Like a bee sting Sasori was. Of perhaps like his name sake, a much more dangerous scorpion sting.

Snickering as he climbed into bed, he took one last drink of his water and put in on the side table. "Imagine me, throwing a holiday party filled to the brim with sweaty attractive bodies...All while the old gal is gone. Yeah right." He muttered, turning in for the second time that one night.

Lightly thinking of the raging thoughts about a dream party filled with beautiful dream people, finally he began to drift off. His heartbeat began to slow, his breathing got a little deeper. Sleep was on the brink of taking him away to dreamland.
That is... until there was a loud thud.

His eyes shot open and he jumped up to his bedside. THAT was a new noise. Perhaps the big'old house was just creaking with brand new sudden non explainable thumps? Oh, but a quick look wouldn't hurt though, right?
Carefully he climbed out of bed, being as quiet as possible. "What am I doing, it was probably nothing!" He whispered to himself as he sat back on the bed.

"Achoo!"

In an instant Sasori was back on his toes and across his bedroom. There he grabbed a large, unused puppet arm, holding it as if it were a weapon. Too bad he took all his sharp carving tools downstairs since there wasn't a grouchy old lady in the house to tell him otherwise. Waaait. Even if he did have a knife, what was he going to do, stab someone tonight?

"I'm not crazy, old houses don't sneeze!" Sasori whispered frantically as he picked up a hand mirror and slid it under the door, peering for the obvious intruder.

The felon was no where in sight. Both the thump and sneeze had been relatively quiet, so Sasori easily concluded that they were still downstairs. Opening the door slowly, he held the arm tightly as he made his way down the hallway. He froze as he saw a shadow of a figure slinking their way up the stairs, causing the wooden floor to creak. Panicking, he rushed into the doorway of the nearest room to hide.

There really was someone in his house! Too bad for him his only plan was: when the person walks by, whack!

Things got worse. Sadly, the figure of the burglar ran by far too fast for Sasori to swing at. This person knew exactly what they were looking for - the master bedroom. Sasori swallowed the lump in his throat and followed the thin male who was cloaked in tight black clothing.

He had to admit it was kind of unfortunate. The outfit. Not being burglarized this quickly into being left home alone. This little getup was a problem of its own. It was the cliche burglar costume, even including the ski mask. How inartistic - just dreadful!

Sasori silently thanked his mother and father in heaven. He had always been embarrassed about his lithe figure and short stature. Now it was nothing but a blessing as his catlike movements went unnoticed by the intruder. Slowly, slowly, he crept up on the male who was bagging his Granny's jewels.

Slowly, slowly, THWACK!

He brought the puppet arm right on top of their skull, sending them crashing to the floor, just like a puppet who had their strings cut. Instead this was a human - a human who was now completely unconscious of course.

"I, I did it!" Sasori cheered, pumping his fist into the air, grinning at the lump of a figure. Dropping to the floor he got started on what would be his next brilliant plan. "Now let's get you tied up."

Grabbing the mans foot, he started dragging him down the hall to his bedroom. On his way out, his Granny Chiyo's knitting box caught his attention. "I can use the yarn to tie him up!" He said using his other hand to reach for a couple bundles, tucking them under his arms and in the waistline of his pajama pants.

Dragging the man, Sasori was courteous enough to be careful of his head. The head that he had already smashed, because you see his Granny didn't raise no rude boy.

The figure wasn't the tallest, nor was it the biggest, but it was still heavy when being held by his scrawny arms. The next pull by the arms this time yanked the bottom of the burglars black shirt up, giving Sasori a view that was of the highest beauty.

He blushed a bright scarlet at the sight of the muscular stomach and chest he had exposed. Any other response would be unnatural in this situation, but that was a hella fine body down there.

"W-wow, that's so hot!" He squealed in a whisper at the sight of the fine set of well defined abs. "Oh my gosh, I wish I could keep you as a pet or, or smother your abs with my lips!"

First things first, he was on a mission.

After the man was safely in his room, Sasori got started in binding the wrists and ankles of the burglar in the yarn. "What's that one other thing they do in the movies..." He mumbled as he looked at the bound man. He snapped his fingers. "Oh! Pillow case over the head! I think?"

While putting the thin fabric case over their head, Sasori's eyes wandered back over to the still exposed chest. "I should...probably cover him back up." He mumbled as he reached for the bunch of shirt that had collected near his collar bone and neck.

Right before he grabbed it he retracted his hand. "Well, he did break into my house." He started reasoning with himself. "And I do enjoy the sight of it... I enjoy it a lot."

Looking around the room, Sasori smiled wickedly. Scooting foreword on his knees, he pressed all his finger tips against the soft skin. "Do I dare?" He sighed, taking one last look around. "Yes, yes I do."

Pressing both hands against the fantastic pectoral muscles, he dragged his hands down to the incredible six pack and back up the sides, returning the the chest and grazing the others perk nipples. Goosebumps formed on his skin - Sasori's skin. This was such a thrill!

Right as he went to do it a second time, the body began to stir sending Sasori scampering back, the puppet arm returning to his hand.

"Ow, my h-head, un." The burglar groaned as he squirmed in the bindings. "Wh-what the hell? What's on my head!?"

"A p-pillow case!" Sasori yelled raising the arm even higher, scared that the now conscious man could somehow break his way lose in any second. Which would be unlikely since Sasori did a good job tying him with yarn.

The burglar groaned loudly and arched his back at the pain throbbing through his head. "Dammit, I got caught? I thought the house was empty cause the old hag left!"

Sasori shook his. "No! I'm her grandson, I live here too."

"Ah...And I bet you already called the cops?"

"No! Not yet!" Sasori said shaking his head again, the arm waving a bit as he trembled.

He completely forgot about calling the police. Curse that distracting and gorgeous body!

"Wait, why is my shirt pulled up, un?" The burglar muttered, noticing the cooler air on his chest. He moved his body around as he still tried to get up, even with his hands tied behind his back and legs bound together. At least pulling his shirt down would be nice.

Sasori on the other hand wasn't going to have any of that. This burglar wasn't going anywhere. Raising the puppet arm as high as possible, he brought it back on their head, yet again knocking them unconscious. This guy was going no where - and how dare he try to cover that beautiful chest back up!

Sasori needed restitution!

Moving towards the figure, Sasori went after the pillowcase. One thing he thought he should at least know was what the intruder looked like. Taking the pillowcase off, he went to remove the ski mask next. Slowly and carefully he peeled the mask back. Goodness gracious! He gasped and then moaned lightly. The face was just as magnificent as the body!

Before his Granny left, she told him how to generally handle a burglar or any similar situation where an oogly-boogly entered the house. She however didn't tell him what to do if the oogly-boogly was drop dead gorgeous! It honestly could not be dealt with the same way he was taught, right?

The Police come and take this handsome, High Lord of Beauty away? No thank you! This was no regular oogly-boogly. This was going to be HIS oogly-boogly.

Removing the rest of the mask he made a disgruntled noise at the thick blond hair that slipped its way down around his neck and face. Sasori just adored blonds. Looking further he noticed the hair was tied back. "Long hair?" He questioned curiously as he went to untie it.

There it all unfurled and Sasori grew absolutely giddy at the sight of the long, oh so long, blond locks. He had seen cute men in his life, sure, but never had he see one that looked like they could rule the universe, adorned in gold and jewels. Let alone be in his bedroom, bound and tied on his floor.

This one was all for him.

Adding more bindings, this time to the arms and legs, Sasori grabbed his blanket off his bed and curled up on the floor. "Goodnight, Handsome." He giggled darkly as he pressed his lips against the unconscious males. "See you in the morning~"

happy december. welcome to my torture-y fic that will last through the month. ok bye