"Piss off, hm."

"Deidara, wait! Don't—"

Slam!

The young blond stood outside of the bedroom, bristling with fury, the door shut behind him. His fists were clenched tightly at his side. Taking a sharp, stiff turn to the side, the terrorist walked briskly away. Away from that door.

Now, just because he was fuming, Deidara knew better than to walk blindly. So, before he turned, he peered around the corner, shrinking back in an instant. He leaned his head back around and glanced down the hall, staring in utter disbelief. Okay, so the Akatsuki was sexually active; that was understandable. But Deidara had never thought he would see what he was seeing now.

"Ah! Not so hard," the pierced auburn that was the leader of the organization moaned, his fingernails clawing at the wall that his back was pressed to. A thick and spreading blush ran from cheek to cheek over his face, and he had never looked so vulnerable in Deidara's eyes. His head was tipped to the side, eyes closed and lips parted with a silent moan of pleasure as the tall and armored body of Tobi, orange mask pushed to the side, hovered over him, head bent to Pein's neck.

"I'm sorry, Pein," Tobi purred, nuzzling the auburn's crimson cheek. "I just got a little excited."

Pein jerked and gasped in a jolt of surprise as Tobi's hand quickly ducked between his legs, his exotic eyes snapping open. He bit his lip, reaching up one hand and wrapping it behind Tobi's neck. For a second, Deidara was almost positive that Pein was going to throw Tobi away like he usually did when the other man was in his space. But Pein proved him wrong by pulling the man's head down and slamming their mouths together.

Turning away, Deidara decided not to wait around. He didn't need to watch live gay porn. Walking in the opposite direction of the adulation taking place, the terrorist trotted down the stairs that lead to the living room. He slid silently through the room and began heading for the door to leave when a familiar voice stopped him.

"Where you off to, brat?"

Deidara glanced stiffly over his shoulder at his teammate, Sasori. "Out," he said flatly, and opened the door. He didn't bother to close it behind him, knowing that Sasori had stood up and followed him.

"What's wrong, Dei?" he asked.

Deidara looked down at the redhead's large eyes that stared up at him through thick lashes. "I don't want to talk about it, Sasori no Danna," he said softly, as if someone would hear.

Sasori squinted. "Is it Kakuzu again?" he asked.

Kakuzu and Deidara had been lovers for six months or so now. Sasori had been there for the blond terrorist through the bad times of their relationship. "He's such an asshole," Deidara muttered.

Sasori halted the blond by grabbing his arm. "What did he do this time?" When Deidara's only response was a flick of his hair, Sasori repeated himself with more force.

"Same as last time," Deidara said quickly, watching as anger crept into Sasori's eyes. The redhead let go of Deidara and turned away quickly, his sights set on the headquarters behind them.

The blond desperately reached out and grabbed Sasori's shoulders before he could storm away. "Please don't do what I think you're going to do, hm," he pleaded.

Sasori slapped his hands away. "He can't keep hitting you," he said sharply. "It's not right."

"Yeah, well, I'm a grown man," Deidara protested. "I can handle this myself."

"For now," Sasori retorted, "but what will you do when you think he's done and he decides to slap you around again?"

The terrorist dropped his partner's shoulders and looked down at his feet, and after a few seconds of hurtful silence, Sasori let out a long breath. "I'm sorry, Dei," he said gently, tapping under Deidara's chin with the side of his knuckle. "I know you love him, but I'm worried he might do something really bad to you."

Deidara tipped his head back, blinking back tears that he didn't even expect to form. "He was apologizing when I left the room," he said.

Sasori lifted his brows. "He said sorry this time?"

Nodding, Deidara sat down in the grass with a heavy sigh. Sasori sat across from him, crossing his legs comfortably. Deidara covered his forehead with his hands. "But I wouldn't listen to him. I was so angry that I just left."

"And that's what you should have done the first time it happened," Sasori said.

"But I love him!" the blond protested. "I can't bring myself to end it with him, hm. I'll just end up forgiving him, and it'll all go back to normal for a while. Hell, maybe he'll even stop hitting me."

Just then, the front door to the Akatuski headquarters opened and Kakuzu stepped outside, cutting Sasori off just as he was about to speak. The tall man spotted them in a heartbeat and ran over. Just the sight of him reminded Deidara how angry he had been.

"Deidara, please listen to me," Kakuzu said as he came over. "I'm sorry, my temper just got ahead of me."

"Your temper seems to get ahead of you a lot," the blond hissed.

Kakuzu paused, hurt in his emerald green eyes. "Dei, I—"

"No," Deidara interrupted, standing up. "I don't want you to talk to me right now, hm. Just piss off like I told you, and leave me alone."

Turning, Deidara bolted away, heading deep into the forest that surrounded the Akatsuki headquarters. He could hear Kakuzu begin to give chase, but Sasori stopped him, telling him that he should probably listen. Deidara just needed to be alone. He wanted his own company to himself.

Coming to a halt, the blond found himself atop a boulder that was one of many next to a stream, panting heavily. He sat down, leaning forward and dipping his fingertips into the cold water, wishing that his anger could freeze away.

"You sure can run."

Deidara jumped and turned his head. Sasori stood a few yards away, leaning against a tree.

"I want to be alone," Deidara said softly, looking back to the water.

Sasori's reflection appeared beside his own. "No you don't," he said, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "You've been alone too long, Dei."

Deidara dropped his head, shrugging Sasori's hand away. "Just go," he muttered.

He thought Sasori had left. But suddenly he was pushed from behind and he tumbled into the water with someone right behind him. Twisting mid-fall, Deidara managed to land on his back, fighting to keep his head above the water.

"Sasori!" he screamed, thrashing.

"Stop," the redhead hissed.

Deidara obeyed, staring confusedly at his partner. "What are you doing?"

Sasori blinked, staring back without answering. Then he leaned forward, caressing the blonde's cheek and nervously brushing lips with him.

"I don't want you to be upset like this," he whispered. He moved his hand to Deidara's neck and pulled his head closer, pressing their lips firmly together.

Deidara didn't even think to hesitate to return the gesture. He wrapped his arms around Sasori's neck and pulled him close, closing his eyes and welcoming the familiarity of gentleness that Kakuzu used to show him.

When the two broke apart, they were both gasping for air. Deidara stared up at Sasori and tried to think of something to say, but only came up with a quiet, "How long?"

"Before you and Kakuzu got together," Sasori admitted, knowing the depth of the question.

"That's why you were so supportive?" the blond asked, a blush creeping to his cheeks.

The redhead nodded. "I love you, Dei. I don't want Kakuzu hurting you anymore."

"What do I do?" Deidara asked. He felt the words choking him and tears welled in his eyes. He truly loved Kakuzu, even when he feared that he would hit him. Kakuzu always had had a way to make it up to him, whether it be just a simple night of laying in peaceful silence, gentle caresses, or a night of sweating and moaning, bodies rolling together.

"Leave him," Sasori suggested. His words were like shards of ice piercing the blonde's heart, and he felt the tears finally break free from his bleary eyes.