a/n; Hey, guys! Yeah, I know, it's been a while. And I really need to update Blood Red Roses - I'm working on it, promise. I want to make that fic exceptionally good with lengthy chapters.

Anyways, this story is a continuation of Anthraxy's 'Picture This'.

You'd definately have to read it before you read this if you want it to make sense. It's a fantastic fic, I assure you. Cx

disclaimer; Please. If I owned it, DeidaraMadaraZetsuPein orgies would be canon. xD

But, for the sake of copyright;

Roses are red, violets are blue.

I don't own, so you don't sue.

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Deidara was so shamed, he could barely bring his gorgeous sky blue eyex to meet anyone elses. From the corner of his eye, he could see a majority of the Akatsuki group staring on in shock. Konan used her amazing feminine abilities and started shooing everybody off to class, shooting one last worried glance at the pair left behind as she turned the corner.

With everyone gone and the bell ringing, the blonde finally brought his gaze up to Madara, who was staring silently at the space that was once occupied by Pein. Deidara'd never meant to tear the Uchiha and Zetsu apart like this; he'd acted upon his feelings rather than using his brains to tell him right from wrong. His small crush on Madara was never supposed to develop into anything more than just that, but the Uchiha had an uncanny ability to tell where he was wanted and pry his way into hearts.

"I'm sorry-"

Snapping his head up, Madara interrupted the blonde. "No. We knew the consequences when we started this."

Deidara remained silent, his one visible cerulean eye staring straight into Madara's one visible crimson eye, both testing the other. Seeing that neither of them were faking the words, they both relaxed. A small silence flitted between them, not nearly as tense or awkward as either would have suspected.

Madara reached out and lightly jerked Deidara's ponytail, entangling his fingers in the soft and sleek blonde tresses. "Would you like to come over tonight?"

Dei pondered the words for a few moments, before nodding. "Yeah. Alright."

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Later that night, the two were seated on Madara's couch. The tv was off and the only sound was the icemaker softly humming in the kitchen freezer and the heater kicking to life and blasting warm air into the room. It was quiet - but peaceful.

Deidara was sitting straight up, but his head was angled towards his lap, his hair falling like a sleek sheet to follow his head movements.

Madara was stretched out the length of the couch, his head resting in Deidara's lap. He was on his side, nuzzling his face against the soft fabric of Deidara's shirt. The blonde ran one hand through the Uchiha's thick, shaggy obsidian hair repeatedly, enjoying the feel of it. His other hand was gently resting at the top of Madara's head. It was quiet for a long while, before Deidara spoke up.

"Are you sleeping?"

It was a reasonable suggestion, considering the man in his lap hadn't moved for a while.

Yet, it was a wrong assumption as the forementioned male reached up and gently tugged Deidara's ponytail again. "Nope." He tilted his head so it was looking up, pushing himself up on one elbow. He tugged Deidara closer to him, gently pressing a kiss to his lips. "Why, was it getting uncomfortable?"

Deidara shook his head, responding with a quiet, "No."
He reached back and disentangled the Uchiha's pale hand from his hair, intertwining their fingers instead.

Madara gently brushed his thumb over the back of Deidara's hand, the smooth surface a little different from most of his own, scarred skin. He leant in for another gentle kiss. Then another, and another. The kisses kept getting more agressive and more dominating, and all Deidara did was lean back and slip a hand up the side of Madara's shirt, running his fingers over the physical scars that ran all across the moon pale skin.

Madara took that as an invitation, pushing Deidara all the way down onto his back, slipping the blondes shirt off, gently massaging the lightly toned torso. He felt the moan from his partner rather than heard it, a small exhale of air against his lips. He used the opportunity to manuever his tongue into Deidara's mouth, meeting no resistance as he explored the now familiar territory.

The blonde jerked Madara's shirt off with some difficulty, unwilling to break their contact to get the shirt over his head.

The Uchiha started attacking Deidara's neck with his addicting lips and tantalizing nips, drawing more moans and groans the harder he worked for them. As the sounds grew heavier and Deidaras groping more careless, the nips deepened into bites, the tender skin on the blondes neck already blossoming with bruises....

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When Deidara awoke, he was curled up next to Madara, a typical couch afghan blanket draped over the two of them. He reached out and brushed some of Madara's hair out of his face, fingertips lightly brushing the Uchiha's cheek. He wasn't sure where things were going to go after this, he'd just have to sit through the ride.

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a/n; Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I would've added more to the sensual scene but, I was lazy. And tired. And I fail at them. xx

Plus, I wanted to get this up soon. xD So. You get to witness my failure. Be sure to review and tell me how much I fail - it's always good to know.