Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warning: Yaoi, but not SasoDei ... :P


Magic Moments

Deidara muttered curses to himself as he rummaged through his partner's belongings, trying to find the screws Sasori no Danna had ordered him to retrieve.

The ordinary ones just wouldn't do - no, the infuriating puppet-man just had to have the special sparkly ones that he 'forgot' to get himself that morning. His danna was probably just punishing him for not sharing his opinion of art, the bastard.

Coming upon a chest of drawers, Deidara yanked it open, and a sheaf of photographs fell onto the floor. Perfect, now he'd have to spend extra time tidying up.

He was about to put the photos away when something caught his eye. Was that a puppet? Wait, it was Sasori-danna in a lot of these pictures. And in a lot of them he didn't seem to have his trousers on. And there was someone else, too, someone with deathly pale skin and dark hair, and eyes like a snake's ...

Deidara went beet red. It had to be Sasori-danna's previous partner, Orochimaru, who was posing with him. And from the looks of it, they had been considerably more than just that. They were really ... going at it, according to these! His danna wasn't just a bastard, he was a kinky one, too! The photos were all scattered on the floor, and Deidara couldn't help but see picture after picture of wood next to pale skin, ecstatic expressions, and -

Holy crap, could Orochimaru really do that with his tongue? And Sasori no Danna apparently had loads of 'extensions' and 'toys' he wasn't sure he wanted to know about ...

'Oh, so you found my momentos, did you?'

Deidara stiffened, dread filling him. He turned slowly around. There was Sasori no Danna standing in the doorway, wearing his usual impassive expression.

'M-momentos?' Deidara stammered. 'You just leave these lying around?'

Sasori stared him down, not ashamed in the slightest. 'Of course. I like to keep them on hand ...'

'Sasori no Danna, you have no sense of decency, un!'

Sasori was unimpressed. 'Who would have thought you'd be concerned about that?' He walked over and knelt on the floor. He traced a finger over one picture, a grin forming on his face. 'Oh yes, I remember this ... mmm, you see, sublime moments like these ... it wouldn't do to forget them. So one needs souvenirs of a sort - precious keepsakes that will last forever. That is true art.'

Seeing Deidara's horrified expression, he chuckled. 'You'll understand when you're older. You can go now. I'll get the screws myself.'

Deidara hurried out of the room. Sasori smirked at his retreating back. The kid would probably never understand the beauty of this particular kind of art. Well, that couldn't be helped. Gathering the photos into a neat pile, he settled in for an evening spent enjoying his favourite porn.


Ha, I love this pairing. If people think Orochimaru's a pervert for hopping bodies and performing grotesque experiments, then Sasori killing people, taking out their organs and making puppets out of them means he's one, too. Their shared creepiness makes them a perfect couple, really. Anyway, I've participated in a forum story, but aside from that this is the first Naruto fic I've posted! XD