A/N: I do not own Naruto, or these characters. Now Shut up at read.
They both had entirely different views on art.
But when they were both in the bedroom together, Deidara's views merged in with Sasori's. Sex to him was like an exhilarating, long lasting moment between the both of them, which always ended with a bang.
Sasori, on the other hand, saw something completely different.
He saw beauty. Complete, utter beauty. The way Deidara's hair billowed down from his high pony tail, resting neatly on exposed shoulders.
It was absolutely breath taking.
He loved the way that his cloak slid easily off his body, falling onto the floor, his fishnet top clinging just the right amount to his body, exposing the bit of muscle he had beneath it, before relieving him of it, placing soft kisses down his neck as his hands slid down his narrow waist, resting gently on his hips.
He loved the way that Deidara would allow himself to be lowered onto the bed by him as he slid on top, gentle kisses turning into rough, dominating battles as clothes were shed.
And then Sasori would look down at Deidara's naked form, taking in every detail, chuckling quietly at the blush that would spread across his cheeks, blue eyes averting away from burning red orbs. Sasori would only grin, before leaning down, taking one last kiss, before replacing his mouth with three fingers, allowing Deidara to lap at them, coating them just the right amount.
But then, the true beauty began as he would thrust gently into the body under him, endless moans emitting from the blondes mouth as a crimson blush stained it's way onto his face. His body rocked in unison with Sasori, icy blue eyes fluttering shut, hands gripping tightly to the sheets under him as one last scream left him spent, limp, and panting.
Sasori collapsed next to his blonde lover, staring up at the ceiling as they both took time to regain themselves. But then Deidara would always fall asleep first, in a way that he made Sasori swear not to tell the others about. They'd never let him live it down.
He would curl up against Sasori's chest, letting the beat of his heart lull him slowly to sleep as the red haired man would pull one arm around him, stroking idly at matted, sweaty golden hair. He'd trace one finger down the blondes' neck, making a small trail down his side, resting at a sharp hip bone protruding beneath pale skin, tracing small circles around it. He'd take in the way an almost silent moan escaped from the sleeping mans throat as he shivered slightly, his body subconsciously pressing into the touch.
But then Sasori stopped as he pulled the blankets up to the blondes' chin, his arms wrapped protectively around him, not disturbing him from his sleep any longer. He closed his eyes slowly, as one thought ran through his mind.
You're a true work of art indeed, Deidara…
Hooray, I believe this is defiantly one of my favorite pairings. Review please, and no flames, they make Deidara a sad, sad artist.