"Damn you."
Sasori was silently cursing his partner. Sasori had been gracious enough to let Deidara stop at a roadside teashop for a snack before continuing with their unusually long mission. The two sat on a rotting log a considerable distance from the small shop. Sasori was pretending to do maintenance on Hiroko as Deidara ate his dango. He honestly tried not to stare, but… Sasori couldn't recall a single moment, in the short time when he had still had a sense of taste, in which he had taken that much pleasure in eating a simple stick of anko covered dango.
Dei took the second dumpling into his mouth before chewing noisily with those little appreciative sounds that were already beginning to drive Sasori insane. Finally, Deidara slid the last dumpling off its skewer using his teeth to seal it gently inside his mouth.
"You've got to try these, Sasori-danna. These must be the best dango I've ever had!"
They had better be. Any better and the blond would probably be having an orgasm. Sasori growled to shake off the thought. "Don't talk with your mouth full, brat!"
Deidara rolled his eyes and stuck the dango stick into his mouth, practically deepthroating the thing as he licked off the last off the anko. Deidara casually withdrew the stick and threw it aside. It bounced off Hiroko's back and landed among the tall grass.
"Whatever, Danna." The blond drew a small plastic box from his clay pouch and withdrew another stick of andango. Sasori felt his eyes widen the tiniest bit.
"More?"
"Yeah," Dei seemed slightly confused by Sasori's frantic tone. "They came in a pack of four." He opened the package to prove it. Sasori flinched at the troublemaking snack. Sure enough, there were two more sticks in the container plus the one Deidara had yet to even begin eating. Nine. Three down and still nine dumplings to go. Then there were the sticks…
"Well, you'll have to eat them as you walk," Sasori snapped at his partner. It wasn't likely to make much difference in the blond's enjoyment, but at least Sasori could focus on controlling Hiroko and not the obscene fantasies Deidara's mouth was conjuring up. Deidara blinked before shoving the package back into his pouch.
"You said we would rest while I ate!"
"We don't have time for that." Sasori climbed back into Hiroko and quickly sealed himself inside so he wouldn't have to see the cute little pout he knew was on Deidara's face.
After nearly an hour of walking along the same dusty road, Sasori turned to speak with his partner. "Remember, Deidara, when we reach Sunagaku-"
Deidara's arms we're clasped casually behind his head and a dango stick hung limply out of the side of his mouth.
"Hn? Something wrong with you, Sasori-danna?" Deidara's lips clamped the stick tightly as he spoke. Sasori was thankful that his groan was muffled by Hiroko's thick armor.
"Yes, there is," he thought. "There most definitely is."