I pulled this off of my dA, and it's been almost a year since I wrote this. I did edit a couple things, but I most likely still missed a few. I'll also try to get the second part edited and put up in the next day or two.

Warnings: AU, two-shot, SasoDei, mention of SasuNaru, onesided ItaDei, onesided ItaNaru, rated for language and implied situations...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto characters.


"Wake up."

"Hmm?"

Blinking awake, Deidara opened his eyes to see Sasori watching him blankly. Almost immediately after seeing the redhead, the blonde closed his eyes and rolled over in an attempt to hide.

"Why do you insist that I wake you up when you're clearly not a morning person?"

Deidara grumbled and curled up as tightly as possible, only to have Sasori push him off the bed a moment later.

"Hey! What was that for, hmm?!"

"You need to get ready for work," was the simple reply.

Sending Sasori a glare, Deidara got up and went about his usual morning routine, which involved shutting himself in the bathroom until he looked slightly more 'alive' before even daring to take a glance at the sun.

The light knock at the door didn't even faze the blonde since that was also a normal part of the morning routine. Not a moment later, Sasori opened the door and crossed his arms while watching the blonde brush his teeth; this caused Deidara to muse that their mornings were a well rehearsed scene…the same thing every morning.

"How late are you going to be at work today?"

Pausing for a second, Deidara spit out the toothpaste before giving Sasori a reply.

"I have a few hours off in the afternoon, but I'll be working late tonight, un."

Deidara resumed brushing his teeth while Sasori simply stood there and watched the blonde for a second later. Seeing the redhead start to turn away out of the corner of his eye, Deidara finished up quickly.

"If you want, you can show up in the afternoon so we can spend some time together, un."

~*~*~*~

"I thought you loved me," a dark voice stated while standing chest to chest with Deidara.

"I do, I swear."

"Then leave him."

"Huh?"

"Leave him, do I really need to say it twice?"

"But I can't just—"

"If you really love me, then you'll leave him. Once you realize what's best for you, come find me."

The dark-haired man stepped away from the other and quickly left the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving the blonde to stand there in silence.

"And…end scene. Okay, Deidara, you're on break, and we'll call you when we get to your next scene in a few hours," the director announced.

Deidara calmly made his way off of the set to see if Sasori was there; however, before he could get too far away, his co-star, Itachi, blocked his path.

"Ironic, isn't it?"

"What, hmm?" Deidara questioned.

Now, while the blonde was able to keep from adding 'hmm' or 'un' to the end of his sentences while working, that didn't mean that he completely stopped his habit; it was like a child speaking "properly" while in school, but reverting back to how they want to talk while away from picky teachers. There would even be the occasional slip while filming and then they would have to do the entire scene over again, but Deidara really didn't care too much about it; that was just how he was.

"That our scene calls for your character to leave his boyfriend…."

"Not happening, un," he retorted with a blank look.

Deidara found this was like 'cat and mouse' and it was annoying. The Uchiha knew that he was taken, but he never gave up. It was like a game to Itachi. One that involved trying to get into his co-stars' pants as quickly as possible only to then move on to another, and with Itachi's reputation, he always got who he wanted in the past…except once. It was something that only those who knew what happened "kindly" dubbed the Uzumaki incident. That was an interesting blow to the Uchiha's pride, but that was something very few could mention and get away with.

"Why not? It only makes sense if we would get together. The public just loves to hear about romances that sprout up on set between two actors," Itachi stated while inching closer and closer to Deidara.

"I see you have a thing for blondes…. Am I right, brother?"

Deidara turned his gaze to the familiar voice to see Sasuke, Itachi's younger brother and the reason why Itachi failed getting what he wanted before.

"Only those that belong to others, Sasuke," Itachi murmured. "Especially ones with blue eyes…."

The younger Uchiha glared at his brother, causing Deidara to realize that it had to be a family trait passed down from Uchiha to Uchiha…the ability to send convincing death threats through a single glare.

"Yes well, I saw Sasori a few minutes ago, and if you don't want to deal with a possessive boyfriend, you'd better get out of here."

And there was a matching glare coming from the older Uchiha. It made Deidara wonder what sort of people could raise an Uchiha…. However, he really didn't have a lot of time to think about that when Itachi turned to leave, while "accidently" grazing Deidara's crotch in the process, and don't forget the look in the Uchiha's eyes that the blonde managed to notice.

"I really don't understand him," the younger brother muttered.

"He's a control freak, un."

"I'll say…. He likes trying to feel like he's in control over something, but in reality he has control over nothing."

Deidara simply nodded to the comment. It was true, in their profession, control over things in their own lives was rather limited, and to add on that Itachi was an Uchiha…well, there was hardly any personal control over his own life. It was an existence of following orders and doing what others expected out of you.

"Well, as fun as it is to make fun of Itachi, I have to find danna, un. Thanks for earlier, and bye."

Without glancing back at Sasuke, Deidara went in search for Sasori.

~*~*~*~

Noticing a blonde, but the incorrect one, Sasori sighed. It was frustrating him how many blondes there could possibly be in one place. Sure, he was aware that Deidara's hair was long and was a certain shade of blonde that only he seemed to notice—not that he would admit to ever looking that closely to Deidara's hair—but it was still annoying to think that his search was finally over to see that some other person was where he wanted Deidara to be.

With what seemed to be a permanent scowl on his face, Sasori decided that the blonde could find him. He already tried to find his energetic boyfriend, and despite how much he hated waiting, the redhead knew that there was nothing else he could do.

"Danna, un!"

Ah…there he was….

"Deidara."

"Don't blame me for having to wait, un,"

Sasori just gave the blonde a look and shook his head. He knew that Deidara was busy, and filming of a scene could run anywhere from half an hour to all day if things came up, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.

"Well, since you managed to get me out to this hellhole, what do you want to do until you're called back?"

The sly grin on Deidara's face immediately told Sasori what his boyfriend wanted, and if his boyfriend wanted it, then who was he to deny the blonde? He just wondered what the people would do if they would hear how…vocal Deidara could be. Snickering, Sasori dragged his boyfriend off, not wanting to wait much longer.

~*~*~*~

"How dare you?!"

Storming up to the dark-haired man, the blonde glared as much as one could with tears in his eyes.

"Trying to make me leave the best thing that has ever happened to me…for you."

"I thought you loved me," came the simple and emotionless reply.

"I thought so too, but you know what, you're a jerk! A complete and utter—"

The blonde was suddenly silenced by a pair of lips descending on his own.

"CUT! Itachi, that's not in the script! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" the director hollered.

The Uchiha simply shrugged after pulling away from Deidara. The blonde in question was glaring at Itachi, his fist ready to make contact with Itachi's face, only to have someone else beat him to it. Blinking for a second, Deidara was somewhat disappointed that he didn't get to hit the dark-haired male, only to then notice that he was being dragged away from the set and the director was shouting something. Whether it was at Itachi for his stunt or Deidara to come back, the blonde didn't know. All he did know was that he was being pulled away by a furious looking Sasori.

"Hey…you can stop pulling my arm, un," Deidara growled while trying to get his boyfriend to loosen his grip.

"I can't stand that Uchiha," Sasori muttered darkly to himself. "Thinking he can touch what doesn't belong to him…."

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Sasori was ignoring him, and although he was amused that the redhead didn't want to share, he still had his job to do. Despite what his boyfriend might want, Deidara couldn't think about that. Besides, Sasori knew what came with his profession.

"Danna, let go, un. I have to go back and redo the scene."

The sudden stop made Deidara think that Sasori would listen to him for once, but the glare that was directed toward him was confusing.

"Oh, so you liked what that bastard did to you?" he asked with a creepy sort of calmness.

"No, but—"

"No "buts", Deidara, he kissed you!"

"I know that, un!"

"Then why are you defending him?!"

"I'm not!"

"Then why don't you leave?" Sasori demanded.

Deidara just stood there and frowned at his boyfriend. What the hell was going on? Did he really not trust him? Was that the problem? How could he seriously think that he liked Itachi's advances? The older Uchiha was a fucking man-whore!

"I have to go back to work, un."

He nearly flinched at the way Sasori was looking at him. It was a mixture of disbelief, anger, and the need to kill something. Despite that, Deidara stood his ground. It didn't matter what Deidara wanted to do—which was to walk out of there with Sasori because of what Itachi did—but he had obligations.

"Fine," Sasori muttered while turning around, "but if you stay here, don't come home tonight."

The blonde just stood there blinking as Sasori walked off. What the hell…just happened? Confused and trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his chest, Deidara turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the redhead. He had a scene to finish.

~*~*~*~

Holding a bag of ice to his jaw, Itachi couldn't help but to smirk slightly. He managed to get a kiss from the blonde, even if it wasn't consensual, but when did he ever care about that? Sure, the look Deidara gave him made him feel an ever so small twinge of guilt but it didn't last long. However, what was he supposed to do after seeing Deidara come back to the set with a rather interesting flush on his cheeks and ever so slightly swollen lips? It wasn't hard to guess that the blonde had been with that boyfriend of his, but it didn't make the sight any less erotic to the Uchiha.

"Itachi."

Glancing up at the director that was glaring at him, Itachi's smirk grew a bit more.

"Yes?"

"We can't exactly continue the scene with your face swollen and bruised. Makeup might help the color, but the swelling will be obvious. We'll just do it when the swelling goes down, so until then, go home."

With a curt nod, Itachi got up to leave.

"And you better learn to follow the script as is. Although it might be a difficult thing to do, you can't just go kissing whoever you want. Remember what happened with your last co-star…."

Growling, the Uchiha stormed off. Yes, he remembered, and if his brother hadn't shown up when he did, then he would have probably seduced the younger blonde. Probably being the key word…. That Uzumaki was rather devoted to his brother, much like Deidara to his boyfriend, but he was cocky enough to think that he could break that bond.

To his luck, while he was storming away, he saw Deidara walking toward him, and the blonde looked upset. This could be interesting….

"We're not going to finish the scene."

"What? Why not, un?" Deidara questioned.

"Because my face is swollen, thanks to your boyfriend."

"Sorry about that, un…."

"No you're not. You looked like you would have done it if he didn't get to it first, but that's not an issue right now. It looks like you're troubled."

The way that Deidara stiffened at the comment, Itachi knew that he hit a button. Well, this could work to his advantage with the blonde.

"No thanks to you, danna's mad at me and told me not to come home, un."

"Ah…well…how about, as an apology, I let you stay with me?"

The glare that was shot at him was nowhere near the level of an Uchiha glare, but it made him smirk a bit. Well, there was not harm in at least trying was there?

"I'd prefer to stay in a seedy hotel, un," Deidara grumbled.

"And that would give the media a field day once they found that out."

"Better than if they found out I was staying with the "playboy of the century", hmm…."

Deidara was slipping out of his grasp rather quickly, and Itachi didn't want to lose this kind of opportunity.

"Fine, what if I promised not to do anything?"

It nearly caused him to laugh—the idea of him keeping a promise and the look that the blonde gave him—but Itachi had better control than that.

"Where else do you have to go? And you know that all you'll do once you find somewhere to stay, you'll just drown in self-pity."

"Will not, un…" Deidara muttered.

"You're already doing it."

The huff that came from Deidara was kind of cute, but it wasn't until the blonde sighed out of defeat that Itachi mentally cheered in victory.

"Fine, but no funny business, un, or I'll give you a matching bruise."