Sasori was a great man whom had everything. A dream job, B celebrity fame, a gorgeous husband and great health. And his life would have continued to be amazing if it wasn't for his sudden down fall. A back injury was all that was needed for him to lose his job. For months all he could do was stay in bed and people started to forget about him. With the bed rest came the pain killers and the alcohol, and soon enough even his husband wouldn't look at him. He made excuses about having to work overtime for financial reason but they both knew that they could live pretty easily on his normal salary. Sasori had chosen the perfect husband after all, and that package included money.

Sasori started thinking now that he got all this time, and that thinking led to drinking. He started questioning his existence and for the first time ever he started fearing what would happen if he were too happened upon death. He was scared of being forgotten but also wondered what the meaning of this rotten world could be. And why where they put there to work like slaves to please a never satisfied crowd? Life was cruel, and he finally had the time to realize it.

When life seemed as darkest he found what he thought could be his salvation, the perfect lover, someone with low standards and in close range. He was quite the interesting man, who also happened to be their furniture salesman. It was a discreet love affair and for the first time in forever life seemed exiting again. Not meaningful but at the same time not pointless. But when his lover decided that he no longer needed the washed up man everything came back. The feeling of being forgotten and no longer wanted.

"I'm breaking up with you" was all that needed to be said for Sasori to snap.

Deidara was rubbing his temple, frowning slightly at the smell of blood and gunpowder in the apartment, which the latter was a smell he usually enjoyed. Sasori was standing slightly behind, taking another sip of the bottle of sake he was holding and drying his lips with the back of his hand. They hadn't said a word since the blond had come home, when he got an odd text from his husband with no explanation he had rushed home, and their usual greeting had been replaced with Sasori opening for his husband and Deidara throwing the door shut when he saw the gun loosely in his man's hand.

"What about gunshot? Hm" Deidara suddenly asked, putting the drifty mind of Sasori back on earth.

"I was blasting music, if anything the neighbours should be thinking that it was part of the song" he muttered out, staring at the lifeless body with eyes just as dead and cold.

Deidara sighed tiredly before turning around to face the wreak of a man he had. He had made sure to get rid of the weapon but had let the alcohol be since he didn't want Sasori to cause a scene.

Pushing away his red bangs sheepish the fragile man looked away.

"I've been cheating on you"

"yeah I noticed that, hm"

Sasori looked back questioning, "So you're not mad?"

"Right now I'm more upset about you committing murder, hm" Deidara snorted irritated, Sasori laughed agreeing, but his expression soon changed.

"I guess so…" he replied almost angry and the blond raised an eyebrow questioning. As the hardworking man loosened his tie his husband came close, hanging himself around the others neck. With a breath of alcohol he started to whine. "This wouldn't have happened if you would just pay me some attention from time to time. Don't you realize how lonely I've been?"

Deidara sighed once again but embraced his weak man, rubbing the sore back through the thin layer of fabric of his silk robe. "Don't try and make me pity you, you're the only one to blame for your position, hm." He was frustrated to say the least. "You've had plenty of time to get back on your feet but all you've done is to feel sorry for yourse-". This was all he managed to get out before his lips where blocked up by his husbands.

The bottle of sake dropped to the floor as the red head dug his nails into his husbands back, kissing his passionately like he needed those lips to live. The almost empty bottle didn't break but instead poured liquid out as it rolled across the floor, mixing sake with blood of the departed. Once they broke lose Sasori looked up for comfort.

"I don't care anymore…" he said with lifeless eyes. "I just want you to take me, and then I'll do whatever you think is best".

The blond was confused by the promise none the least, but realized that it might be best to just let it happen. His husband was not only drunk but probably very tired. If he could get him to fall asleep he could try and deal with this mess in peace.

Deidara scoped up Sasori and carried him about five steps to the bed, during this action Sasori never let go of his loved ones neck. His will seemed to be the only thing giving him strength to hold on since his fragile body could fail him at anytime. Another thing Deidara had to count for.

Once the red head was on his back Deidara started to unbuckle his own pants, slightly annoyed that Sasori wouldn't let him go. He grunted and tried to buckle his shoulders to make him lose up but Sasori were staying where he was. When Sasori had his mind set on something there wasn't much to do then to let him do it. Both men were stubborn but Deidara was usually the one to bend. Some would say he was a push over, others would say he was doing it out of love. Maybe they were both right or maybe he was just so tired when it came to all the fighting.

With one hand in his pants and one brushing the blood red hair gently the blond bent down for another kiss. Sasori moaned, giving him access to explore his mouth. Once again Deidara were put off guard when Sasori let him top so easily. But then again, he had just killed a man so nothing should be surprising.

Deidara managed to get hard fast, not knowing when they had done it last time. Well, Sasori had had his share of love making for a while, but Deidara had been working so much that he hadn't even had time to take a quickie with himself. He twisted himself out of Sasori grip and finally Sasori let him. He pulled his man's underwear completely off, not caring about where it had been he took as much of the limp member into his mouth as he could. Sasori growled and buckled up to meet the warmth of Deidaras mouths, letting his erection slowly grow as his man sucked. He twirled his fingers in the blond locks much like his husband had done on him. A found action they both loved and shared. When feeling he had done enough, Deidara pulled away to wetted his fingers so he could prepare Sasori for the input. Slowly stretching and massaging his entrance.

Sasori who was twisting in ecstasy groped the sheets to get a hold of himself. "Fuck! Just-just get on with it!" he pled with a harsh tone. Normally Deidara wouldn't let him have his way when he was this rude but things were different this time. With ease the blond pushed into the thigh gap, gaining a loud gasp from the man under. He started moving right away as instructed, and actually enjoying it even with all that was going on. Sasori changed attitude when getting penetrated and started giving out compliments for his husband. Something that Deidara very much appreciated.

The blond man had taken a secured position with his feet on the floor and hands gripping the bed just on the sides of Sasoris head. His knees where just meeting the edge of the bed as he moved his hips back and forth. Sasori wrapped his legs around Deidaras hips and his arms back around his neck, panting hard when his insides where being slammed.

"You're beautiful my man" Deidara moaned to give back for his partners sweet words, it wasn't till later he realized that he might should have stayed quiet.

The red head nodded in agreement. He was indeed beautiful, maybe not in his prime right now with his dark circles around his eyes and thinned down body but he was way too good to be treated like trash by everyone! "I am aren't I?!" he exclaimed when he was hit with an extra hard thrust against his prostate. "I'm great! Perfect in fact!"

Deidara slowed down thinking that something was off but was too afraid to stop completely. "Maybe we shouldn't do this? Hm" he asked but Sasori just gripped him tighter. The blond shrug and got back into it, going back to his original plan.

Sasori continued to mumble, but suddenly he change tracks. "I was great" he whispered, really focusing on the past tense. "I was wonderful! I-! I was unstoppable…" At the last word his eyes started to fill up and Deidara stopped completely when the small man started to shake in tears.

"Danna…" Deidara said. He really wanted to console his partner but everything was so wrong. And how could he talk with Sasori when he was like this. He shushed him sweetly while continuing his thrusts and dried the tears gently with his hand, telling him that things would work out like he was talking to a child. Things got even weirder this way but Sasori wasn't complaining, he was actually welcoming it. The loving touch form the only man he cared about was apparently enough for him to calm down.

Deidara gave it his all so they both would reach their orgasm faster. Sasori whined again when his husband exploded inside of him and came right after, both moaned as they road it out. Still crying quietly the red head made a weak complained sound when Deidara pulled out, but the blond barely had time to close his pants before Sasori were asleep. He took a blanket and covered up his man for now, still catching his breath after their intense love making.

After a short break of thinking and drinking some water Deidara had formed a plan. He was not a big fan of the idea of his husband in jail and even though there might be a change for them to come up with a cover up story, maybe about this man being an attacker or something, it seemed very unlikely that they would get away completely without punishment. So his plan was to hide the body and then leave to start a new life far away. It might even do Sasori good to start over.

He took a big black trash bag and emptied their fridge from food and shelves. After that he wrapped the body in towels to avoid getting blood everywhere. The wrapped body was then put in the fridge and he spent about an hour cleaning everything up.

Once the scene was fixed he packed clothes, emergency money, medicine and other useful things in two travel bags. He cleaned the gun and placed it in one of the bags, who was stupid enough to leave the weapon at the body anyways? After that he went out to the dumpster to throw out the trash bag, went back up to get the bags and threw those in their car and lastly he grabbed his husband and forced the lifeless man to put on some clothes. He brought out Sasori to the car and put him in the front passenger seat, making sure he had his neck rest and that he was sitting straight for his back sakes. When everything was fixed he got himself in and drove out of the garage and out on the open road. Not really knowing which way to go, he drove out on the high way and went south. Hopping that his choices had been the best he could do.