"Deidara!" Hidan yelled, "Wake the fuck up!" Telling by the tone of his voice he had probably been screaming at me for a while now.
"Mmmnn…" I groaned, "Just a few more minutes, un." I turned to bury my face in my pillow.
"No! Your waking up now!" On his way out of my room he slammed to door, ruining any hope of going back to sleep.
I groaned again. I somehow managed to get myself to sit up. I looked into the mirror overhanging my bed. My (usually) perfect hair was all mussy – like a tornado had hit it. I began to brush it into place. My attention turned away from my reflection to the door as the knob began to turn. I ducked my head incase it was Hidan coming to scream at me again, but instead it was Sasori. My Danna.
"I'm guessing Hidan was here?" He said as he ran his finger down the wood trails of the door.
"Uhm, yeah, how'd you know, un?" I looked at him with an arched gaze.
He simply pointed to the almost broken hinges of the door. If that thing took anymore abuse, it looked like it might fall off the wall.
"I've been telling that damn zealot not to slam it." He said irritated.
I stared at him for a while. For some reason, I felt hot in the face. I couldn't remember what had happened that night before I slept, but I felt it had something do with Sasori. I turned my head to an empty bottle of sake just lying on the ground. It sort of brought something to mind…
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"U-UN! Naa…Mmf!"
"Why did you stop screaming my name?"
"Ah! S-Sasori Danna! My Danna! A-Ah! Nnn!"
Oh shit.
"Something wrong, Deidara?" He had a smirk on his face.
"Uhmm…Danna?" I began, feeling a little dizzy, "What did we do last night, hm?
"Each other." He said with a laugh.
So, it wasn't just a dream. I clutched my hair tightly. I moaned in pain from a sudden headache. Were the hell did that come from? It felt like someone bashed it against the wall.
"Don't tell me you have a hangover." He sighed
"Is that what it is, un?" I tried to hide the sound of pain in my voice.
Sasori walked into the kitchen. Hidan sat on the counter doing nothing.
"Hey, Sasori." He said.
"Uh? Oh, hey." Sasori replied.
"Holy shit!" Hidan perked his head up and looked at Sasori weirdly, "Did you just actually reply to me?!"
"I'm feeling a little happy today, that's all." He chuckled loosely.
The truth is, that wasn't the first time I had done such a thing with Sasori. We've fucked the living shit out of each other before. Though…it's nothing special. All we actually do is just play.
And I'm starting to get sick of this game.
"Great." I said out loud to myself, "I've got no more sake, un."
"It's not healthy to drink too much alcohol," I heard Sasori say outside my door, "you're going to make yourself sick."
"Like you care, hm!" I grunted.
"Hey, can I come in or not?" He sounded like he had been asking multiple times.
"Yeah, I guess." I said.
He walked in with handcuffs around his wrists. He was half-naked and had a smirk on his face. I felt something drip down my face. I couldn't tell if it was sweat, drool, or blood from a nosebleed. I wasn't paying attention to that. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't think of what to say.
"Danna...you...un?" I actually meant to say Danna what are you doing, un but I stuttered over my words so much.
"I was seme last time. Now I'm the uke." He still had that smirk on his face. It was to tempting to say no.
Me? Seme? I felt another liquid run down my face. This time I think it was tears of joy. Me...screwing the living shit out of my Danna. Huh...I think I had a dream of that one time. He started to glare as if he was telling me to hurry up and do it already. I was to lost in thought to hear anything but I knew what he was telling me.
I pounced on him from behind. I wasn't exactly sure how to start it, so I just started to undress.
"Huh?" He gasped, "Who just sticks it in? At least do something kinky first!"
"A-Ah! Erm..Sorry?" My face felt like it was lit on fire.
"Don't apologize, just do." He sighed.