Akio Rambles: So here Sasori is taller than Deidara because this takes back to when Dei was forced into the Akatsuki.

Ages: Sasori (32) Deidara (16)

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KISHIMOTO-SAN AND SAORI! (NOV 8) I'M SAD THAT NARUTO HAS ENDED (-cries-) BUT IT'S BEEN A GOOD 15 YEARS!

Day 2 First Mission

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up…Sasori resisted the urge of strangling the little menace that was named Deidara. It was bad enough that he was forced to be partners with the brat. He was honestly insulted when he was introduced to him. Sure, he was impressed that a brat like him could reach S-rank criminal at such a young age. Even more so that he had managed to catch the attention of Pein. But that still did not excuse the fact that he, Akasuna No Sasori, was to be paired up with him. He was not a babysitter dammit! But no, here he was traveling to the Land of This with the boy ranting on about how fucking weird he looked (he was currently inside Hiroku) and that he should either retire, get plastic surgery, or just hit the dust already. He was just about ready to snap.

"Damn, I hate this mission, un! I didn't even want to be in this fucking cult anyway and now I have to go all the way to Yugakure with you! Ugh, how much longer will this take anyway? Hey, are you even listening to me, un!? Don't you fucking ignore-"

"WILL YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP YOU GOD FORSAKEN BRAT?" yelled the puppeteer successfully cutting off the blond, "I would have killed you already if I wouldn't get any shit from Leader-sama for it…" All was silent and Sasori mentally gave a sigh of relief. But sadly for him, not all good things last.

"WHAT THE HELL, UN? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU AND NOW YOU'RE THREATENING TO FUCKING KILL ME? WHAT IS YOUR DAMN PROBLEM, YOU FUCKING OLD BASTARD?"

Well, there goes Sasori's patience. Before the other could even register what was going on, the red head wrapped Deidara in Hiroku's tail and used chakra strings to halt his actions. Right as the teen was about to scream out all bloody Hell, the older male slapped on a seal over his mouth.

Quite pleased with himself, Sasori walked the rest of the way with a furious, (yet silent), male being dragged behind him. Finally, the duo reached the Yugakure gates and went in to search for an inn. After spotting one the puppeteer paid the terrified woman at the counter and dropped the boy on the hard, wooden floor.

Deidara sat up while rubbing his back, ripping off the accursed seal, pouting childishly and was about to rant complaints but settled with a short, "Old bastard, un," instead. The blond got up and walked to the bathroom, eager to wash away the dirt and grim from their traveling. He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow once he turned toward the shower, slightly surprised on the excellent condition and cleanliness of the bath considering how cheap and old the rest of the inn was. Quickly stripping him of his clothing he turned on the water to his liking and gave a sigh of relaxation as he felt the warm water caress his sore back and shoulders. After a few moments, he reached for the shampoo.

Sasori's POV

The redhead opened the hatch on Hiroku's back and allowed himself to stretch. The brat will most likely be in there for a while so I guess I can relax for a bit. Sasori walked towards the bed and slightly twitched his eyebrow when he saw that there was only one bed. Shaking his head he lay on the bed and sighed in content. I guess a little nap before the brat gets out wouldn't hurt…

Deidara's POV

He turned off the shower and ringed his long, golden locks before stepping out to dry himself. The teenager looked at his reflection on the full body mirror with a thoughtful look. He didn't consider himself ugly but never thought of him as attractive or pretty. I wonder if Sasori no Danna thinks I'm pretty…Deidara felt a light blush creep onto his face. He wouldn't dare call his partner that to his face. Nobody knew about his little crush on the puppeteer and wanted to keep it that way. Of course it wasn't due to Sasori's looks - oh hell no, the face of the man was fucking hideous- but instead on the fact that he actually acknowledges the boy. Even back when he lived in Iwagakure he had been an outsider.

He gave a sigh of sadness and rested his forehead the mirror. He didn't know why he always pestered Sasori; it was just instinct to him. I bet he hates me…He was brought back to reality when he felt something wet roll down his cheek. He was embarrassed that just the thought of something as trivial as that was enough to make him cry. Why am I feeling like this? I feel so…vulnerable because of him. Bastard… Shaking his head of his thoughts, Deidara put on the clean clothing he brought inside the bathroom with him and opened the door.

Normal POV

Azure eyes widened. Some redhead was sleeping on his bed! He blinked at the man. "Who the fuck are you?!" he shouted and reached for his kunai pouch when the handsome man opened his eyes to reveal two large, muddy orbs.

"Why are you always so fucking loud, Brat?" said a smooth voice. Deidara froze as he heard the pet name. Blue eyes darted to the corner of the room to see 'Sasori' with a hatch open from his back. He realized that it was just a puppet. It didn't take long for the bomber to put two and two together. With a gulp, Deidara faced the redhead on the bed.

"S-Sasori, is that y-you?" he whispered. An eye roll and nod confirmed it. The blond eyed the man before him. He had short, messy crimson hair (almost a blood red); fair skin with no visible flaws; deep, brown eyes where outlined by long dark lashes and ironically enough, looked kind and inviting rather than cold and menacing.

Taking a deep sigh, Sasori decided that he should explain everything before the boy started blabbering out useless questions and nonsense. "Yes, it is me. That puppet in the corner of the room is Hiroku; one of my most prized puppets. And before you start commenting on my age, I am indeed 32. I turned my body into art for eternity." Muddy, brown eyes narrowed in annoyance, "And can you shut your mouth already? You look like a damn fish, Brat."

Deidara's face flushed and quickly shut his mouth. He was speechless. So this is Sasori…Damn he is sexy! The pyromaniac's inner fangirl, I mean fanboy, was close to being let loose. His heart started to pick up pace and he felt his face burning up. It was pathetic in his mind; how he is acting like a school girl who ran into her crush in an empty hallway. The bomber began to nervously shift his weight from one foot to the other, unsure of what to say. If he can even speak, that is.

The Puppet Master smirked as he noticed the blond's inner conflict. He had to admit that the boy was very attractive; flawless as if sculpted from the finest materials known to man. Sasori also quite enjoyed the bomber's personality and his ability to brighten up the once silent Akatsuki base with his explosive personality (quite literally) although his pride would never let him to admit it out loud. This could be fun.

Sasori stood and slowly, almost teasingly, made his way towards Deidara, enjoying the way his blush deepened with every step. Soon his face was but a mere few inches from the others and stared into the azure eyes of the Iwa-nin. "Is something the matter Dei-da-ra?" he asked in a gentle voice as he tucked the blond bangs behind his ears, reveling that hidden diamond. The boy shivered at the touch, mesmerized by the taller man's bedroom eyes, nearly moaning as he heard his name being said with a voice filled with lust and breathing in the other's fresh breath.

"D-danna~" the boy said in a soft voice, not realizing his mistake until Sasori slightly backed away from him. His blue eyes widened with fear and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, un! I didn't- mmph!" Once again he was cut off mid sentence as he felt a pair of soft lips meeting his own. Deidara let his eyes flutter shut as he responded to the kiss, their lips softly caressing the others. When they pulled apart Deidara noticed that his arms wrapped around the Sasori's neck subconsciously while said male had his own around the boys slim waist.

"So I'm 'Danna', huh? I like it~" the redhead purred as he sent butterfly kisses down the younger male's neck, nipping softly at the other's collarbone. Deidara blushed in embarrassment but couldn't help it as a smile formed on his face. Both Akatsuki members that the same thing…

This partnership can definitely work out.

Um, review? ._.