Sasori and Deidara were still curled tightly around each other on Deidara's single person mattress. The sound of the slap that Sasori received from Pein echoed in Deidara's head. Sasori had his arms loosely coiled around Deidara and tried to console him. Deidara had stopped crying. His body still throbbed from the rack. That medieval torture device did a number on him that he was beginning to think was too high from him to handle. Sasori had helped him lay in a supine position so he would not strain any of his joints.

Sasori shifted so he was laying next to his roommate propped up on elbow. Sasori looked down at Deidara and gently pushed a lock of blonde hair from electric blue eyes. They smiled slightly at each other and after a few seconds. Sasori leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Deidara's mouth. Deidara bit Sasori's lip and made him groan softly which gave Deidara the perfect chance to slip his tongue into the other's mouth.

Sasori angled his body closer to Deidara's until he was practically on top of him. Deidara's injuries became second thoughts to the lust that was started to cloud the red head's mind as he deepened the kiss.

"We shouldn't, un. We'll get in trouble."

Sasori smirked and kissed Deidara again. "So?" Deidara smirked back. He did want to be close to his danna again. He moved to lace his fingers in Sasori's hair. The pain was immediate and breathtaking. Deidara gasped against Sasori's mouth which caused Sasori to push off his lover quickly.

"Deidara!" Sasori felt his eyes go wide. "We...you can't handle this right now." He shook his head.

"Danna wait! I'm fin-" Deidara tried to reach for Sasori who had slide off the bed as carefully as possible. Again the pain shot through his arm. He started to feel like he might pass out. The room spun a little around him.

"No," came Sasori's smooth gentle voice. "You stay here. Do not move, I am going to go find Chi." He turned quickly and crossed the broom closet sized room. "Do not move, gaki," he added a tone of sternness to his gentility. Deidara clinched his teeth and watched his lover leave the room.

Deidara hated being left alone. Even though he knew Sasori was going to come back, the thought of not being near him hurt almost as much as the physical pain he experienced in his body just moments before. He let out a sigh and managed to roll over on his bed and position himself to lay comfortably until Sasori's return. With nothing much to do other than stare at the walls, ceiling and door, he drifted off into sleep to temporarily forget about the pain and wait for Sasori.

Sasori shut the door behind him before he stepped out into the dingy corridors of their home. He sent the door a concerned look as he curled and uncurled a fist. Damnit! One day he would kill their owners' punk asses! Then he would take Deidara and they would finally be free to make as much art or do whatever the fuck they wanted.

'Wishful thinking.' He scoffed at his own thoughts as he proceeded down the hall. 'Shit...are those two out now?' He turned a corner to another hall with various doors. He stopped in front of one with a haphazard sign taped to the front with scrawling handwriting. There were ugly scars in the wood of the door from numerous fights and angry outburst that took place in front of and behind it. On the frayed paper sign the word "Infirmary" was barely legible. He tapped the old door with his foot it nudged open.

"Uuh...Uchiha?" Slowly Sasori edged into the dank room. It was pitch black. "Fuck she's not here." A frown pressed between the red head's brow. He stared hard at the little sign and tried to think if the resident medic was out or not. For if she was, then where was she hiding?

"What are you doing here?" a cold low voice snapped the former artist from his thoughts. His head whipped around to face dreadfully frigid eyes. Brown met black and instantly froze to their level. "Usually when the door is shut there is a reason." A slender hand reached out to pull the door shut. Sasori glared and snatched the wrist of said hand.

"Where is she? If you're here she can't be that far behind." Tension filled the area, so much unneeded tension. This was another person he would not mind right hooking in the jaw.

"We all have our problems. Have you considered the punishment she takes? Just for helping you and the others." If Sasori did not know any better he would dare to say the man before him growled. The other eased his hand out of the red head's grasp gracefully. He really did not have time for the pretentious airs these assholes seemed to like. Black eyes roamed over him for a breath or two more before he gave his catch phrase "Hn."

"She's getting ready for a client." He turned and gave a silent indication for Sasori to follow. Falling in step behind the taciturn nironett they turned down yet another hallway that had equally dim lighting as the rest of the shit hole the resided in. There might have been a level of elegance to the building at one time, but that had long faded. The facade gave way to what really lay beyond its walls.

There were only four doors down the particular corridor, They were substantially spaced out and gave the inclination that two of the rooms must have been huge. The pair stopped in front of one of the doors on the left towards the end of the hall.

"Tenshi," the previously cold voice turned smooth, almost welcoming. A tone all the whores would quickly recognize was reserved for the one that held their sanity. Sasori stood quietly just behind the other man. It was not often he came this far into the building. None of them really wondered beyond their own rooms and common areas they had set up for themselves to all interact.

"Just a minute." There was shifting from inside the room before it cracked open. "You're early niisan," a cheerful voice seeped through. Sasori noticed a semblance of a smile creep onto the stoic mans face. He murmured something that caused the woman behind the door to laugh lightly. It was inaudible to Sasori and he could feel his impatient tick setting in.

"Oi! You going to tell her I am out here or not!" he snapped. Black eyes again landed on him.

"Niisan! Why didn't you say someone else was here!" The door opened and revealed a particularly busty woman dressed in perverse black Chinese dress with delicate red flowers in the right corner. The slits on the sides split up to her hips and left her legs near fully exposed while the fabric strained over her chest. Black straight bangs hung over her eyes and came down to frame a pale face. She pushed the other black haired whore out of her way to take the shorter red head's hands. "I heard them. Is he alright? How bad are the injuries? He is not moving is he?" The questions came rapid fire. If Sasori knew what it was like to have someone genuinely concerned for someone else's health this was the closest he could get. A hard line pressed between her brow and plump lips set into a firm line. The longer he took to answer the harsher the line became. "Take me to him." The cheer in her voice gone.

"Thank you," he whispered as he turned back down the hall. He could hear the pair speaking as he turned the corner towards the infirmary.

"Don't forget, Tenshi," the smooth voice held a tone of worry.

"I won't be too long. But you know how it is niisan." Sasori waited until the click of her heals joined his own muted breath in the hall. "I hate it when they use the rack. Really it is one of the worst!" She rushed ahead of him, slightly surprising the redhead.

"He has a lot of bruising," Sasori risked. His throat suddenly felt increasingly dry. They soon stopped in front of his door. As she stepped inside, the makeshift medic found a battered Deidara asleep on his small bed.

"My..." she breathed, the dim light in the room aged her face. "I will see if I can talk Kakuzu into giving me money for at least ice...or a salve if we are lucky," she told Sasori softly. She walked over to take a closer look at the damage. The bruises had swelled and were darkened, and there was minor pooling elsewhere along his arms and legs. "God..." Sasori could see her jaw clench.

"Ayo bitch! Let's go! You got an appointment 'cross town!" Hidan wrapped the door harshly and shocked Deidara out of his sleep.

"Argh!"

Sasori lunged at the silver haired foul-mouth the second the words left his mouth.

"Sssh Deidara. Take this." Chi quickly slipped a pill from God knows where into the blondes mouth. "I'm coming, you shit head," she growled after she eased her patient back onto his pillow. She strided past the two men she grabbed Hidan by the ear. "Let's just go. Where's niisan?"

"Let the fuck go, you bitch! Your bitch ass has no right to treat me this way!" Their bickering faded as they left the building. Sasori was left in the quiet of his and Deidara's room. He turned to find the blonde in a deep sleep again.

"We're going to get the fuck out of here," he resoluted as he shut his door and sat on the bed adjacent to his lover's.