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Deidara woke up and rubbed his forehead. He had the strangest dream.
His danna had been fixing a puppet and Deidara had walked in and knocked over puppet parts again. His danna didn't get mad at first, he just continued working but then he'd came gone over to Deidara and knelt beside him.
"You're my finest art." He'd whispered and Deidara looked at himself in a mirror (conveniently placed mirror!) and to his horror he was a puppet. He was about to scream and then his danna kissed him. He'd woken up after that.
It had been a pretty short dream but it had scared Deidara quite a bit. He couldn't start feeling for Sasori. It just wouldn't turn out well. It hadn't the first time and it wouldn't with Sasori. Deidara had finally been accepted and had friends. He couldn't risk that again.
"I should probably apologize to him for knocking over his stuff." Deidara wrinkled his nose at that. He shouldn't be the one apologizing. Sasori was the one who'd been rude and decided Deidara was a brat…
He slipped out of the bed and stretched. His back cracked and he groaned.
"I'm turning into an old man, un." He shook his head and smiled.
He walked sluggishly down the hallway and down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Danna!" He yelled and stared at Sasori who was almost falling off his chair and continuing to drink.
"Brat! What!" Sasori yelled right back and hiccupped.
"What are you doing, un?" He rushed forward and grabbed the bottle and glass from him.
"Hey, I was drinking that!" Sasori slurred and attempted to stand up and grab them back but he had to lean against the table for support. The room was spinning.
"Come on. Let's get you to bed, un." Deidara placed the bottle and glass on the other side of the table and grabbed the older and larger man by the waist and started to drag him through the house and up the stairs.
"Let go… of me, brat!" Sasori started to squirm and tried to push Deidara away when they had only reached the fourth step.
"Stop danna! You're going to fall, un."
"Ahh." Sasori continued to try and pull away. Deidara kept his grip on Sasori but in the end they both tumbled to the floor.
"Ow, un." Deidara hit the back of his head. He attempted to sit up and only came face to face with Sasori who had fallen over him and was now crouched with his arms on either side of his head. They both blinked a few times. "Umm…"
"You're very beautiful Deidara." Sasori tucked a strand of blond hair behind Deidara's ear and rested his hand on his cheek. Deidara was slightly shucked that Sasori had called him by his name and not as "brat".
Deidara's eyes went wide and Sasori kissed him deeply forcing his tongue inside the other's mouth.
"No!" Deidara pushed him away, got up and ran up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.
"Not again! Please not again!" Deidara curled up on his bed and cried his heart out. He didn't want to be hurt again. His heart wouldn't be able to take it again.
Sasori stumbled around and attempted to climb the stairs. Why had the brat run away from him? It was only a kiss!
"Brat." Sasori slurred and pulled himself up a few steps. His legs didn't seem to want to cooperate but he managed to get up the stairs. By the end of that, walking seemed extremely easy for Mr. Drunk.
He grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open.
"Deidara?" He questioned the lump under the blankets on the bed.
"Go away, un." A muffled voice came from the lump.
Sasori sat on the bed and pulled the blanket away to reveal the tear stained face of Deidara.
"Deidara." Sasori pulled him up and hugged him. "Don't cry." (we all know Sasori's going to deny this happening).
Deidara couldn't help but feel comforted in his danna's arms. He relaxed and leaned against his broad chest. Sasori petted Deidara's head and kissed his forehead.
"Why did you run away." Sasori's excitement had worn off and was relatively calm and oddly loving. Deidara's heart was beating faster than usual. "Won't you answer me?" Sasori asked concerned.
"I was… um, just shocked. I guess, un" Deidara was suddenly pulled into Sasori's lap. "Eh! Danna!"
"Let me hold you." Sasori whispered into Deidara's hair. He inhaled Deidara's scent. He would never know why Deidara like to use pomegranate scented soap that women used but it suited him. It was sweet.
Deidara grabbed onto Sasori's shirt and closed his eyes. He was comfortable wrapped in Sasori's heat even if it was only because he was drunk. That really hit Deidara hard. Sasori really didn't think this way. It was only the alcohol talking but Deidara allowed himself to feel loved for the time being even though it'll probably hurt later. Sasori could never love someone like him. Deidara didn't think someone with such different view on something as important as art could ever come to love him. It just wasn't possible.
He could wish the past would disappear for his whole life and it would never change. Maybe if it hadn't have happened then there might be the chance for love but…
Deidara actually ended up falling asleep and Sasori laid him down on the bed again.
He was about to leave but decided against it. He went and joined Deidara in the bed and held him again. It just felt so right.
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