A/N: This is generic fluff that I had the idea for. It's more humor than anything else. I'm personally a fan of it.
Disclaimer! I, unfortunately, do not own Naruto.
The boys had just returned from a long mission and were resting in their room.
For once, silence wrapped around them.
Sasori didn't know whether to be thankful or to be worried that this silence was, perhaps, the calm before the storm.
Deidara sat up from his bed and headed for the door, "I'm going to get something to drink. Want anything, un?"
"Anything is fine with me," Sasori replied simply.
Deidara nodded and snuck down into the kitchen, grinning evilly to himself.
While out on their last mission he'd managed to sneak his way into a small shop.
He'd managed to buy a love potion of sorts.
The lady had explained that it didn't matter whether they loved you or not, it simply made them act on their true feelings for you.
Deidara had questioned how that qualified it to be a love potion (Wasn't it supposed to cause the drinker to instantly fall madly in love with the first person they saw?) and she responded with a simple "It only makes them act on their romantic feelings. Or lack there of. Nothing more."
Knowing it was really his best option (as pathetic as that may be), Deidara bought the small bottle from the woman and plotted to use it against his partner.
In the kitchen, Deidara poured two glasses of Orange juice.
Sasori's favorite.
He carefully emptied the contents of the bottle into the orange juice and stirred.
As he headed back to his room, he made a point to remember which hand had which beverage.
He reached his room, somehow managed to balance both glasses between his arm and his chest, and opened the door.
Once inside, with the door safely shut, he walked over to his partner who had moved to their shared desk.
He placed the glasses between Sasori and his seat, making sure to put the one with the potion on Sasori's side.
"Thanks," Sasori muttered, lifting the glass to his lips.
Deidara could barely hide his devilish grin.
Sasori sipped the drink before setting it down.
Immediately he recognized that it tasted a little off.
Surely Deidara couldn't be attempting to poison him.
He, daringly, lifted the glass back up to his lips and took another sip, trying to identify the odd taste.
Upon that second sip, Sasori immediately knew what was going on.
He, after all, was a poison and potions master.
He knew all the tricks.
He sipped the drink one more time.
Honestly? A love potion? How jejune.
Deidara turned his attention away from his partner, drinking some of his drink and trying to hide his sheer excitement.
As he set his glass down again, Sasori had an idea.
He knew it was already too late to stop the potion from effecting him, so why not get some fun out of it, too?
While Deidara had his attention averted elsewhere, Sasori quietly switched their glasses.
Without looking back, Deidara picked up the glass and began to drink from it again.
After a few gulps, he realized that it didn't taste the way it originally had.
He turned back only to see Sasori staring intently at him.
"U-un?" He hoped Sasori hadn't figured it out.
"It's too late, brat," He chuckled lowly to himself, "We've both had a decent amount of that stupid love potion of yours. There's no avoiding the effects now."
Deidara stared at his partner quietly, not sure what to think.
This could all go downhill for him now.
In a matter of… minutes, probably, he'd be on the ground spilling his guts to Sasori, declaring his undying love.
Sasori could either return his undying love (although he would present it in a much more stoic manner) or reject him on the spot.
Either way, both were stuck with their feelings.
Both were going to share them soon.
And, unbeknownst to them, both were about to be very happy.
Sasori felt the effects first.
His head got light.
His stomach felt full of butterflies.
He could feel his lips loosen as his deepest feelings began to emerge.
"Deidara, i-" He cut himself off, trying to keep his secret safe.
Deidara stared back at him with half-lidded eyes and a goofy smile on his face, "You what, danna?"
"I love you," The words slipped out of his mouth before he had a chance to realize what was being said.
"Danna, I love you more!" Deidara exclaimed.
"No. No, no, no," Sasori responded, "That's not possible. I put up with you blowing up my items, always getting us into unnecessary trouble and asking me questions you already know the answer to, and I still love you. I obviously love you more."
Deidara stared at him, "But I deal with you intentionally insulting me, ignoring me or trying to leave me behind."
Sasori stood from his chair and looked over at Deidara.
He felt drunk.
His legs wobbled.
He knew that, when he spoke, his words would begin to slur.
He was moments away from falling over.
Yet, he was in the best mood he'd been in in awhile.
"How is it that you always blow up my things? And only my things?" He asked, forgetting their previous topic of conversation.
Deidara stared up at his red headed partner.
He wanted to tackle him to the ground.
He wanted to pull him into his lap.
He knew that, if he were "sober", he'd never do any of these actions.
He was moments away from simply reaching out and grabbing his partner.
"I don't know, un. Because it's the only time you ever pay attention to me."
Sasori wobbled a little, then stumbled over to the bed.
Deidara stood up and followed him, laying on top of him on the bed.
"I pay attention to you all the time, you stupid, beautiful brat."
"I dream about you sometimes," Deidara threw out.
"Really?" Sasori looked into his partner's eyes, "I dream about you, too."
Their faces were mere inches apart.
Deidara hovered above his partner, not sure why he hadn't kissed Sasori already,
Sasori laid underneath Deidara's entire body weight, wondering why he never knew how warm Deidara was.
They stared at each other.
Suddenly, Deidara smiled a very broad, excited smile, "I've got a wonderful idea, danna."
"What's that?"
"Let's push our beds together!" He motioned with his hands.
They both looked across the room to where Deidara's bed was.
"Genius," Sasori muttered.
"We can have a sleepover!" Deidara declared, standing from Sasori's bed (and Sasori's person) and walking to his bed.
Together they pushed their beds together into the middle of the room.
Sasori laid down on his bed.
Deidara laid down on his,
The boys faced each other and fell asleep whispering sweet nothings (and their deepest secrets) to each other.
