CHAPTER 2

Soft. I can feel it, Gaara's lips are roving throughout my skin; his tongue is tracing so nimbly, he touches every angle, treasures every piece of this body. His cold fingers are slowly drifting along me, trying to dig so vigorously, intend to find more sites to place his passion. How can I deny, he fills all my body needs. He really did all amazingly.

I sense it, more than using my eyes and my feelings, it's all warm.

They're rushing over my blood, flying for I can't help for this inebriating enthusiasm. His delicate and passionate breaths are now barely hurtling break through every layer of my fortress. His hands, Oh, I can't help it, slowly groped my entire cover. He made me so sensitive! And I'm totally defeated.

Even the grass where we both laid on felt so comfortable like I never have this before… He shows me what I've been searching for so long time. If I just could find this thing so early before…

Honestly, I want him to hear this, how I truly felt sorry when I complained too much about today, but I can't hold out when I received all those invidious manners all this time, even you.. Even you…

How suppose I react for now.. Gaara-kun…?

The leaves fell down on Sasori's head, tried to calm his confusedness, tried to return him into his pleasure, a new pleasure which brought him a new bliss of heaven satisfaction, brought by someone he never expect before; someone who even never came into his mind, someone who shouldn't bring these afterall...

"I want more…." Sasori groaned as he opened his eyes. Blurry saw a strange experience for he could felt another aura, but Gaara wasn't here anymore. He rubbed his eyes to find a better sight. It wasn't the previous garden or the rug of grass where he laid before. It was even colder there. Quiet and cold, and there wasn't the remaining scent of Gaara.

"What's more?" Obviously changed. It shouldn't be where Sasori in, he looked at this wide spacious room; broken white decoration, clean and calm. The smell filled up of medicine, felt as the whole air is something similar to disinfectant. Sickroom?

He stared at himself, sat on the bed with his kinky shirt, soaked skin; the sheet which covered him back then already left dowdily on the side of the bed. It's not the point, anyway. Something annoying when Sasori found another boy with squiggles along his face just sat beside his bed calmly and looked at Sasori with strange way; he was the man who spoke earlier.

"Wet dreams, huh?" The person continued his words unresponsively as he threw his sight into midst of Sasori's body part, he smiled as reacted for something attractive.

"What..?" Truly, nothing could make Sasori felt more ashamed even greater than having his own turned on in front of other. How disgraceful to have it seen by other, moreover strange guy that he just known for a couple while.

"Sht!" Sasori blushed as he tried to pull the sheet to cover his groin and placed his both hands to push his arousing member. It was hurt but it couldn't be help. This is sck! He looked down as felt so shameful; having a new one watched him in his very private state, for the god sake! Even his grandmother never saw his erection. The man chuckled so derisively which made Sasori even felt so resentful.

"Ah, c'mon, that's normal, I may have it too if I were you.. Yeah, you know.. Chicks, boops, and we're 17," The squiggles chuckled teasing the red haired boy who even looked more desperate, trying to hide his anger while turning off his head so the other man couldn't see his nauseated face, "I dream about having sex everyday, three some, orgie.. And it's all hot! Hehe, just relax,"

"Stop that nonsense, Squiggly," Sasori moved from his bed, placed his every toes inside his shoes quickly intended to leave that unknown room (and that noisy guy) sooner. He staggered to reach the nearest door thought it might be the only way to move out, his head still felt so dizzy when he touched it, but it was better to leave this place sooner. Just a simple slight thought, how could he was here? But he didn't care bout it.

"My name is Kankurou, you jerk!" He yelled, felt aggrieved with sudden react, but the other boy already handed the door-handle and was to open it.

It happened too fast and only took a second when there were already another two persons came into the room; one of them was running into the surprised red haired who got blank at a time.

A tall lady wearing white coat with her one tailed green hair was standing at the door step, her red lipstick looked too bright on her thin lips. There was a boy behind her– red haired boy with the same school uniform, somehow Sasori couldn't see him clearly, but seemed his face was cognizable.

"Do you feel even better, freshman?" Rather than saying sorry, she asked Sasori with her straight face while taking her right palm on Sasori's forehead.

"Ah, Tsunade-sensei," Kankurou stood up reverently while holding back his titter for watching Sasori's foolish mimic. He tried to see who was another boy behind her, Ah, he noticed then, it was Gaara.

Heh? Gaara? What the heck is he doing ?

"Gaara-kun was the one who brought you here and seemed you have such anemic or something, it was shocking when found you collapsed in the garden while ago. So let's have him to take you home," She still kept her intention toward the young boy who stood so lumpish in front of her.

"So - sorry…?" Sasori's got rattled hearing her last word which quickly regained his total consciousness. Gaara will take me home?! Yeah! Take me, fck me! He made his move and tried to collect his thoughts, He looked at Gaara and planted some respect face on him, "Thanks," He smiled shyly toward Gaara hoping a nice respond given from his words.

Gaara looked plainly, showing his cold and usual stony shape. "Oh, ok--…"

"Excuse me, but let me take the rest," Someone interfered those conversation. Someone was walking toward the room-door, a light step but quiet dazzled for everyone who was staying with their own stiffness. A weird black yukata with red petals pattern drawn on it, white ponytail hair and he looked into Sasori with warm sight. On his back, he was carrying (Sasori noticed it…) Sasori's bag.

"Dei-Deidara," He rose his tone. Hell! What crap like him doing here! Ghezzz Sht ! You are lame, Deidara! You're shtful! You clipped the wings! Sasori lost his control, he threw all swears upon his mind. He couldn't say anything other than frowning and frowning, and more fed up when Deidara drew his hand, let his master walked beside him and accompanied him leaving all the rest people who still kept seeing them.

"Let's go, Master…" Thought, that he had made a perfect moment. He smiled. Not knowing that his master still paid his sight into the distracted red haired boy.

"Is it hurt?" Deidara rubbed Sasori's spinal cause his fallen down back then. Sasori lay on back while letting his assistant were taking care of him, "I'm sorry…" He heard his master hummed for something while continuing to spread the balsam through the red hair's back. Something perturbed his mind when he watched his master's face, gloomy and spaced out.

Like the other nights he had spent with his master. It always felt silent and quiet, but not too peculiar to be enjoyed. Just like this time. In this spacious room; his master's room; only two of them on the bed, he sat on the bed side while caressing the white slender body who was bed ridden before him.

He kept massaging Sasori's back. Somehow, it wasn't his first time, Sasori is entrusted to only him and he quiet sure that no one ever touched this fragile skin as intense as he does,

For a moment, Sasori writhed as he felt Deidara hardened his stroke; he reversed his body quickly and sat on the bed where they were about. He looked toward his assistant's guilty face who already subjected and frightened while looking at his master.

Their eyes just met each others. No words. It's just like him. He was the person who wouldn't say 'it's hurt' easily; and Deidara was pretty experienced to face this kind of situation. The fact, it'd be Deidara the one who thought lots about his young master, never know what is in Sasori's mind, what he was musing about. Wondering it days and nights until they finally became a habit.

"I'm done," Sasori took his shirt which put on Deidara's lap and wore it off hand, he then clapped his pillow to soften it and was about to lie down and sleep, ignoring the confusion on the ponytail's face.

"Are you mad at me, Master? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sasori avoided to meet those eyes. He knew it; how he hates the way Deidara's looking at him. It always painful but somehow it's warm. He lay facing the other side of his room while hearing Deidara sighed softly on his back.

"Just forget it, Master.. Everyone often gets bad day on their first day school. Nothing to be ashamed of," He tried to cheer his master, though he wasn't quiet certain was it thing he should do…

But afterall, it always thing he could do. Sasori was superior and pretty sure that whatever words wouldn't do him better, Deidara knew it. Sasori loved to hear Deidara's voice; because he loved to demean him, so every word that he spoke would be all mere formality. It's apparently for his fake consolation and Deidara was used to. In the end, he still didn't know how to read his master's mind.

Moreover it's not that accident, you fool! You made me lost my chance for being with that guy. Lame Sasori directly decried Deidara for what he's doing that afternoon, but simply, it just not him to able revealing his uneasiness straightaway.

"I don't get any points with all of this. I hate to spend my time in this indefinite activity, I can learn more from my home-schooling; I guess my previous teacher could do all even better," Sasori tried to find another subject to be effused. He knew it was wrong, he's been so untrue to his feelings for so long, but this is too much… He wasn't at the state that he wanted to complain much about his current life; at least, ever since having that person came to his dream. So, he lied.

"Um, well.. I guess there are more things than knowledge that you'll get from school," Deidara answered carefully. He didn't take any formal school before; he was just a clodhopper and had been living with his instinct. His meeting with his current master has changed his thought a bit, bit logic but less than make sense.

Sasori turned his back and stared toward the ponytail who still sat calmly in his position.

"Like, something called obsession?" He continued it, smiled slightly as he was saying something attractive.

"Obsession, huh? As expected from an idiot like you to say thing injudiciously," Sasori turned off his head again and started to close his eyes.

"Oh, no.. Please spare me," He laughed, "Even slaves have their own obsession in order to create a better life,"

"Slaves don't get school," The young master sighed as he know the result of this fabricate conversation, tried to pull his blanket but afterall still have his ears to listen to his only assistant, "Obsession causes covetous, you should know that," He inculcated within his low voice.

"It's more than acknowledgment; bit less than your buffetings. It acts more aggressive than your perfect art, but still need more of your persistent and confidence," For a while he could see Sasori frowned listening to his last words, "Like you, in your own aviary, where you've been living in, things come and go but you'd straightly sure they're still your possession. But this current living is when you are thrown inside a jungle with more than many birds, which at the same time they'll grip your things and the other will become unfaithful, you'll no longer own thing you did. And here's 'obsession', it encourages your will and spirit; Kinda life which consist the art of living and defense, there is a gold string which connect between this 'obsession' and future," He spin a yarn with his own thoughts. However, listening to Deidara's blind story is similar to kinda folk tale. Way easy to be heard not to be thoughts.

"And the points are….?" Hurried jump to final conclusion, this was Sasori would do when he already got bored and sleepy. He was about half sleep and hardly tried to not fall asleep.

"Friends, rivals, challenges, joyful, where you'll find none in your private school," Deidara smiled with his contented aura.

"Deidara, you're too wiseacre, keep in mind that I'm years older than you and don't you ever dare to pry about my perfect art! I'm genius and my life is well-planned, all my futures are arranged, that's why I don't need all those trivialities to intrude my ways. You should call grandma soon to omit my school and ask her to bring my previous teacher!" Sasori ordered explicitly, he couldn't help it, he didn't intend to say this but no matter what, he couldn't let Deidara to find out his true feelings. Afterall, he was too sleepy and moreover, he still felt stiff in his butt.

"Nah, you just try to escape from one of challenge from your new life,"

"That school is too plain, insipid," he answered scornful. Five minutes ? No, he only could endure for another two minutes…

"Hahaha, but still you couldn't manage yourself with your sciatica while ago, I was a massager minutes ago," Deidara reminded, didn't care whether it would allude his master or not. With his master's sleepy face, Deidara didn't scare to get scolded, cause he won't, or unless it'd delayed until the next morning.

"Don't get so cocky, I just want to make sure that I didn't give you unemployment pay," Sasori couldn't stay more. He needed sleep for then.

"Oh, my, that's really you, Master," Deidara was about to stand up and turned off the wall lamp for leaving his master's room

"Deidara…" Sudden Sasori spoke with his drowsy voice through his backpart still facing his assistant from the bed. He was half sleep, but he knew there was still something that his assistant –only him— should do.

"Yeah?" The ponytail held his step from the threshold, glared toward the hidden body under the red garment, walked returning to the side bed, stood perceptively saving his smile.

There was ritual. A ritual which only could be done by this entrusted person, since first time he was chosen to be the red-haired private assistant. The duty to expel all the loneliness and sorrow, duty to bring him lights and chase away all of his burden, duty for all, it's only given to this man with his black yukata.

Or probably, it has to be him… for this time.

Deidara crouched his body as reaching the laying body, he spreaded his arms and infolded him with all his care. He held him gently, the very most person in his life, a very precious treasure as he had considered it since he had been chosen for this job.

As if he could admit it… Someday.

"Good night, Master," He whispered through the boy's ear, brought him to enter his dreams.

"I think that new student is quiet interesting, don't you feel it ?" There were miles away from the previous mansion. It was in another room, another room among the thousand flat-units available in a medium apartment building. Kankurou sat with his legs crossed facing the table where he did his homework in his livingroom, beside him, Gaara was sitting on a sofa paying his attention to the television which placed several feet from him.

"He looks simple, but I guess he's kinda artful," Kankurou continued his words, he turned around the pen between in his right hand, play it so it swirled through his fingers.

"I don't know," Gaara answered, he stick at nothing other than the TV programs. He played the remote to search another film that may attract him in this late at night, whatever films as long it could feed his insomnia.

"But, really… I was so surprised for knowing that you were the one who brought him to the medical room," The squiggle boy threw his pen toward Gaara, unfortunately, the red haired was able to catch it nicety.

"Tsk, you were there too, weren't you?" He threw the pen away from him so it collided the wall, made his opponent yelled dejected, "And the way Temari got wrath was annoying, she was the one who asked me to observe what was inside the bushes while we're eating and I found that helpless kid blacked-out,"

"Ah, so the noisy thing was him…" Kankurou mumbled randomly tried to take another pen from his pencil-case, "And you carried him… ? How sweet….," he found one and began to write something in his book.

"Is there any point that I'd drag him? You're getting pretty annoying lately, huh," Gaara moved from the living room, started to walk to another side of the room; walked loftily toward a white door in the right side. "G'nite," He spoke indolently without appropriate intention to face the other boy.

"Sasori, huh?" The squiggle boy scratched haphazardly in his sheet book until he ended up writing something on it. Clear and obvious. It was written 'Sasori'.

(to be continued)

Tried to dig more about Sasori n Deidara personalities (I know it was long conversation…) XD I'll come next with Gaara Hope you enjoy it :D