"I think they got in a fight."

"Don't' worry about it, they just need to cool off a bit."

"But I kind of want to know what happened, they both seem a bit more upset this time."

"It's only a little tiff. How about we leave them alone for a while?" Itachi stared earnestly at the empty popcorn bowl he and Kisame had brought into the kitchen together to get away from the TV room full of deathly aura.

Kisame picked up some of the kernels and tossed them in his mouth, chewing heartily. "But I don't think I can handle being in the same building as them. It bothers Samaheda too."

"Well the rest of the Akatsuki are out. Why don't we just get away from here for a bit? It doesn't matter where. The solitude will do them some good." Itachi smiled as Kisame nodded and the two of them went into the hallway.

As he passed the TV room entranceway, Itachi waved to Deidara and Sasori who were on opposite sides of the couch watching two in the morning infomercials at ten. "Kisame and I gotta go run some errands. We won't be back until later so you two will have the whole place to yourselves. Don't start any fires."

The two didn't even give a sign of apprehension as Kisame fallowed behind Itachi and whispered. "I don't think you have to worry about that. No poor fire would have a chance of surviving in that arctic room of bitterness."

A half an hour later from hearing the door slam a 'Magic Bullet' commercial appeared and Deidara stood up and exited the room. In any other account he would've announced to the whole world that he was going to take a shower but in this case the band-aid on his cheek reminded himself that he and Sasori were on no-speaking terms.

Over Nick and his British accent raving about how the Magic Bullet made a smoothie in JUST five seconds, Sasori wasn't aware that the water started to run.

Upstairs, attached to every bedroom, was a set of large bathrooms. Deidara entered his and Sasori's room and opened the side door leading to the tiled bathroom floor.

He stripped and looked at the one ceiling to floor mirror. His fingers brushed by the stitches concealing the other mouths on his body and he saw the face in the mirror take a forlorn expression.

"What I said to Sasori-danna… Was it unfair of me to judge him in his form? I am… Not a masterpiece. This body is deformed and repulsive. His is in his own right beautiful. Even if he can't perform…" Deidara shook his head. "It doesn't matter what he can or can't do. His appeal is somewhere else…"

A few minutes later Sasori got up and turned off the TV. He was lost in his thoughts and all his motions were automatic. There was no perceiving in anything he looked at. His mind wasn't necessarily on Deidara but just floating above him. It was as if he was jumping above the physical world of here and now and landing in the past of what Deidara had said. That same feeling he had dismissed before as frivolous toke itself up again and he wandered through a shadow of questionability of why he was feeling this way.

And that was why as he walked into their bedroom he didn't notice the light on in the bathroom nor the fact that it was polite to knock even if you thought no one was inside a room.

So he walked into the bathroom just as Deidara turned around and his trance was immediately broken.

Deidara stepped back on the soapy floor, the showerhead falling to the ground beside him and he turned around, trying to hide the body he thought was an abomination.

"What the hell are you doing here, hm?! Get out!

Sasori only stood motionless, staring at Deidara from across the room. His mind was fixated to later that day.

"'But you're heart is still a human form, hm. We all –even those with permanent bloodstains on our hands- have certain urges that need to be met, wouldn't you agree?'"

Deidara looked over his shoulder and was almost in a panic. "Is sawdust clogging your ears?! I said get the hell out!"

"'You're useless in the pleasing section of social interaction, hm.'"

Sasori's hand crept behind him and clutched the doorknob, finding the lock.

"In fact, Sasori-danna, I'm sure that even if you found someone to cherish, their appreciation for your art may not grow so much after they've realized your limitations, hm'"

"'…Who wants a man who isn't really a man at all?'"

He turned it.

His metal tail emerged from behind his clothes and cut down the back seam of his Akatsuki cloak. The material gave in to the sharp blade and fell apart beside him. Now he was only in his pants and the 'tail' tucked itself back into his chest hollow and he closed the opening.

A blank stare passed across his face as he took a step towards Deidara, whose eyes widened.

"What… What are you doing…?" His voice cracked as Sasori took more steps towards him. "Don't-Don't look at me!" He turned back around and stared at the wall, unsure of what to do.

"I'm going to-" Suddenly, Deidara felt Sasori's hands on his back. "-Show you that my limitations are broader then you think.

Deidara felt himself becoming afraid. Not because of Sasori's unknown future actions, but because he was close to him. He could see him. And this was something very scary for Deidara, whose self-loathing of his physical was unnatural.

"Please go away… I don't want you to see me like this…" Deidara had been reduced to mere mumbling.

Sasori slammed him up against the tiled wall bit his shoulder. But there were no words running through his mind. He was blank. A shell.

And then Deidara felt it –burning, pounding inside him as if Sasori was digging for a spot in his heart but never getting there. He cried out and it sounded dry and breathless. As if he got punched in the stomach. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be anywhere but here. He didn't want Sasori to see his disgusting form. He didn't want Sasori to think he was ugly.

But over a matter of moments his fears started to materialize. He started thinking about the here and now and realized as he looked down he had a stiff boner. He could feel himself blushing but didn't know if Sasori had noticed.

The strangest thing of all was there was something building in him. Filling up his body and he could feel it reaching the top. Whatever was filling up, he didn't know what but he was scared-because he had this feeling-that it would overflow.

"Stop-!" He managed to gasp in between pants. He didn't want to overflow in front of Sasori. Something was telling him it wouldn't be good but he couldn't hold his filling down. Sasori went harder and faster and it hurt and felt good all at the same time. "Stop or I'm gonna-"

But he cut himself off, crying out to an almost moan. He gave way and overflowed, cum spurting onto the tiles in front of them. Exhaustion came over him and he fell to the floor, limp, looking at what he'd made.

Sasori stared down at him, dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand what he'd just done. His gaze slowly turned to Deidara's white substance and he gave a puzzled look like 'What the hell is that?'

There would've been a silence through the bathroom but Deidara's harsh panting disrupted it. He tried to look at Sasori, but the puppeteer seemed almost torpor and this made Deidara very embarrassed. He didn't really have an idea of what to say or do. It seemed as though they were stuck in a time warp and he was only vaguely aware that the showerhead had been on for some time.

Sasori's face turned to him but the movement was short and detached, he had become aware of what he had just done. His body moved by itself to the only safety, the door. There was an almost fear in his heart as he staggered towards it. Fear of himself. Fear of what he'd caused.

Deidara's eyes filled with light tears, the kind that wouldn't last. In a way he felt like garbage, something used and then thrown away. And this hurt. But as Sasori reached for the door handle and unlocked it, Deidara remembered something he had planned on saying to him after his shower. His lips parted and trembled, he was scared no sound would come out. But as he provided the air his mouth shaped the words.

"I'm sorry."

Sasori left the room.