And here's the second part with some edits from the original on dA.

Warnings: Same as before.

Disclaimer: I still do not own the Naruto characters.


One week…. It had been one week since Sasori told Deidara to not come home, and when the blonde hadn't been there in the morning for him to wake up, he was lost. They had a routine and it was thrown off, and it was his fault. No, it was the Uchiha's fault. If he didn't kiss Deidara then they wouldn't have this problem, but what made it worse was that he heard rumors that his boyfriend was actually staying with the bastard. That was enough to make his blood boil, but what could he do? Apologize? No way in hell.

The redhead was a rather stubborn person, and he didn't want to be the one to beg to get Deidara back…even if another man was moving in on his territory, and the blonde didn't even seem to mind! Well…Sasori had seen Deidara's fist clenched and ready to hit the Uchiha…so maybe he overreacted…but he was defending the asshole! Not exactly…the blonde did have a job to do….

No matter how he turned the mental argument, Sasori only felt worse. He was the reason that Deidara wasn't in bed with him right now. Had he kept his mouth shut, then the blonde would have been back a week ago, not staying with the cause of the problem. Growling, Sasori threw the covers off of himself and stormed over to his closet. He was going to get his boyfriend back, and he wasn't waiting anymore.

~*~*~*~

With an unsure glance at the glass in front of him, Deidara wondered why Itachi was giving him alcohol. It wasn't like he was a light-weight or anything—he already had a few glasses before this—but he was still suspicious.

"Why are we drinking again, hmm?"

"It's in celebration of your one week away from the jerk," Itachi informed him.

Frowning, Deidara didn't really think that being away from Sasori was an occasion to be celebrated, but at the same time, the drinks were making him a bit numb toward the pain he still felt when the redhead was brought up.

"Why don't you get over him already? If he really wanted you back, he would have come for you, right?"

Apparently Itachi could see that he wasn't happy about being away from Sasori, but the Uchiha made him think. If his danna wanted him, then wouldn't he have come for him? Especially when rumors got out that he was staying with his co-star…Deidara was almost certain that Sasori would have come demanding that he leave the Uchiha's beachside house.

"I…guess…but I still think that he'll come for me, un…."

"Give it up, Dei. Sasori let you go, and now it's your turn to find someone better than him; show him that you don't need to put up with him," Itachi purred into Deidara's ear.

Deidara only now realized how close Itachi was to him. It was uncomfortable, but—maybe it was the drink talking—the Uchiha did look good at the moment. He couldn't deny that the dark-haired man was gorgeous, especially with the stars glittering and the sound of waves crashing in the background. Things were getting hazy, and a moment later Deidara realized that there was a warmth against his lips. It wasn't…that bad…considering that he had to admit that Itachi was a good kisser….

~*~*~*~

"In a hurry to get somewhere?"

Sasori turned to see an Uchiha, but not the Uchiha he was seeking out, which was obvious by the blonde at his side—it wasn't Deidara. It hadn't been long after he left the large apartment that he shared with Deidara to realize that he wasn't sure where to look for Itachi. He had places all around the city, and that was just assuming that he was even in the city.

"I'm looking for your brother. He took something that doesn't belong to him," Sasori growled.

"Ah…Deidara, right?"

Glaring at Sasuke, Sasori wished that Itachi was there to rip out his intestines, and even then he wouldn't feel satisfied; however, he had to hold a leash on his temper…for now.

"Yes," he replied shortly.

"Itachi's up to his games then," the other blonde cut in. "I suggest you look at his beachside house."

Both Sasori and Sasuke turned slightly surprised looks at Naruto while the blue-eyed male simply shrugged. Sasuke looked like he wanted to question his boyfriend, but Sasori sent a look of thanks before pausing. He didn't know where Itachi's beach-house was, but apparently Naruto realized this and handed him a slip of paper with an address that had been quickly written.

"Thank you."

"It's not necessary to thank me, just get over there quickly."

A quick nod was all that Sasori sent before quickly heading toward the address that Naruto gave him.

~*~*~*~

Pushing Itachi away, Deidara tried to catch his breath, but it seemed that the Uchiha had other plans before quickly kissing the blonde again. However, Deidara wasn't too pleased with the attention he was getting, not to mention the nauseated feeling that he was getting the more Itachi kissed him. With a hard shove, Deidara pushed Itachi off and sent him to the floor.

"That's enough, un."

The glare that Itachi sent him was unnerving. What the hell was the Uchiha thinking?

"You sicken me."

"I sicken you, un?! What the hell are you trying to do, hmm?!"

"Heh, I thought you wanted to get over that damn boyfriend of yours," Itachi sneered while standing up and towering over Deidara. "But apparently you're nothing but a little whore."

"What?! I'm the whore, hmm?! What about you, un?!"

"Ah…but I don't still have a relationship going while kissing someone else; however, you're still supposed to be dating Sasori."

Deidara froze. What had he done? Sasori would explode…and as much as Deidara liked explosions, that wasn't one he was looking forward to.

"That's right…you technically cheated on your boyfriend, and do you think he'll take you back now?" Itachi hissed. "You might as well forget about him since he won't want you."

A look of pure hatred was directed at Itachi, and Deidara wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but sending Itachi to the hospital sure sounded like a good idea.

"Even if he doesn't want me now…it's better than being with the likes of you, un!"

Then, without giving the Uchiha any warning, Deidara sent his fist into Itachi's face, going through with the promise of giving him a matching bruise if he tried anything. Deidara then stormed off, leaving the house as quickly as possible. Even if the whole reason he was at Itachi's place was because of Sasori, Deidara was willing to be the one to go back if it meant finally having this whole problem with Itachi over with.

Unfortunately for Deidara, he decided to go down the street in the opposite direction that Sasori was coming from.

~*~*~*~

Banging on the front door, Sasori could only wait for a reply…even if he despised it. It wasn't until what felt like minutes later, when Itachi opened the door and glared at the redhead in his doorway.

"Where's Deidara?" he demanded.

"Oh, looking for your little whore, Sasori?"

Growling at how the Uchiha was referring to his boyfriend, Sasori was mentally telling himself that if he killed Itachi that he wouldn't be able to find Deidara.

"I swear if you don't tell me where he is—"

"I don't know where he is, so good luck finding him. He probably ran off to see who else he could try to cheat on you with," Itachi stated with a smirk.

If Sasori hadn't caught the newly darkening bruise on Itachi's face, he might have put some thought into what the Uchiha said.

"What did you do to him?" Sasori growled.

"Nothing."

"Liar," he hissed.

"Regardless, you better go find him before he jumps in someone else's bed."

Without caring what would happen, Sasori sent his fist into Itachi's stomach. He was sick of the Uchiha and his degrading comments about Deidara.

"Fine, I'll find him myself."

~*~*~*~

Putting the key into the lock, Deidara opened the door to find that the apartment was dark and empty. Frowning, the blonde wondered where Sasori was. His redheaded boyfriend hardly ever went out so late, and whenever he did go out at such an hour, it was with him. Unsure if he should even be there, Deidara went to inspect the bedroom, just to make sure Sasori hadn't moved his things out in the week that he hadn't been there.

Carefully opening the door, as if something was going to jump out and attack him, Deidara straightened up when nothing happened. He then made his way toward his closet and saw all his things still inside. With a sigh of relief, Deidara shut the closet door and sat on the bed. Even if his things were still there…he was still wondering where Sasori was.

As he sat there in the darkness, Deidara wondered if he should change into some different clothes…or better yet, take a shower. The clothes he had on were borrowed from Itachi, and he really didn't want to have Sasori come home and find him in the Uchiha's clothes; though, they both could have fun burning them…. Even if Sasori thought that he was a pyromaniac, Deidara was certain that he would agree to let him burn those.

Wandering into the bathroom, Deidara quickly shed the clothes borrowed from the bastard and threw them into a heap, not caring what happened to them. All he cared about was washing away the creepy feeling that was left from Itachi.

~*~*~*~

Opening the door and letting out a sigh, Sasori was worried…not that he would ever admit that out loud. He couldn't find Deidara anywhere, and gave up simply because it was getting too dark, and—as much as he was reluctant to admit it—the blonde could take care of himself.

Making his way to the bathroom, Sasori paused when he heard the water running from the shower. Could it possibly be that Deidara made his way back home? Well, it couldn't really be anyone else in the apartment…seeing as the only keys belonged to the blonde and himself. Well, if the blonde was home, he might as well welcome him back.

Sasori slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible, trying to go unnoticed. This was probably the only time that he wasn't cursing the dark shower curtain that prevented peeking. Quickly undressing, the redhead then made his way over to the shower and snuck in. He was then greeted with the rather interesting sight of Deidara's backside, but there were other things to do first, such as apologizing to the blonde.

Wrapping his arms around Deidara's waist, Sasori waited for a second when his boyfriend tensed in his embrace.

"Danna, hmm?"

"Yes, Deidara?"

Now, whatever Sasori was expecting at that moment, it wasn't the blonde turning around and smacking him. Had he really screwed up that much? However, a second later Deidara sighed and looked guilty.

"You're a jerk, un," the blonde muttered.

"I know…."

The surprised look on Deidara's face was worth the slight blow to his pride to admit such a thing.

"Huh?"

"I shouldn't have told you not to come home," Sasori admitted. "You had a job to do, and I knew that…but Itachi just—"

"Are you apologizing, hmm?"

Stopping himself from flinching at the word, Sasori took in a deep breath and nodded. He was trying to apologize without admitting it, but it seemed that Deidara was going to make his pride take a bit more damage first. However, he suddenly had a naked boyfriend clinging to him and muttering apologies, and as much as he would like to give Deidara his own time to apologize for whatever the blonde thought was necessary…Sasori really couldn't concentrate on that at the moment.

"Deidara…" Sasori growled lightly.

"Yes, danna, un?"

"Save your apologies for later."

The confused look that Deidara sent him was soon wiped away when Sasori kissed him. There would be a time for explaining why each was sorry about the last week they were without each other, but now was not the time. No…they were going to be a bit busy for a while…especially since they had a week's worth of sex to make up on, and besides…people say that make up sex is the best sex there is; they just decided to test out that theory.