A month. It had been a month since Sasori decided to break the bond. It had also been a whole month since he locked himself into the library in his mansion (only coming out to feed from the blond). And still he had nothing more but a name. Marvin Blake; one of the eldest vampires still alive.
The problem was that no one, not a single vampire, knew where that old geezer was. He had even been forced to ask some humans. They, of course, had only shook their heads and told him that no, they hadn't even heard of a man by that name.
Sasori had met Blake four times in his long life. The first time was not really supposed to happen; he had just gotten his powers and Marvin accidentally stumbled- well, actually the man came through his window… and through the glass- with a couple of serious wounds. He had treated them simply and apparently caught Blake's interest.
The second time was completely different; Marvin Blake had actually contacted Pein and arranged a meeting. His auburn haired brother had been watching since he had gotten his powers due to the fact that they were very powerful for newly created ability. That, and their mother and father had passed away (his parents hadn't been vampires like).
That second meeting of theirs had been quite interesting. Blake had talked with him, given him hints of how he could make his abilities even stronger and other stuff like that.
The third time wasn't exactly very pleasant; Marvin hadn't been eating for a little while and gotten quite angry at Pein for some fucked up reason. When Sasori tried to defend his brother he'd gotten himself a pretty scar from his left shoulder and all the way down to his right hipbone.
And because of that happening the fourth time was… not supposed to happen. At least that was what Pein had said. It did though. About fifty years later.
Blake had then learned him how to make his strings bold and sharp enough to cut through metal. Before this meeting he had just been able to attach his strings to others and control their every movement.
After that the old man just disappeared, not leaving any trace of where he could have gone to.
Sasori sighed and let his head fall onto the desk in front of him, the book in his hands falling to the floor; he was sick of reading. Sick of searching for clues. Sick of everything that had with the bond to do. Too bad Deidara was living in the same house as him now, reminding him of the stupid bond every time he had to feed.
It was kind of nice having the blond around to though. Deidara kept him company in the nights he sat up reading even though the blond had no clue of why he was reading. His guest was also very quiet at times and always helped him when it seemed like he needed help (Sasori was too proud to ask for help).
He got up from the chair a few minutes later and walked out of the library, heading for his room; it was late and he was starting to get tired. Once he entered his room Sasori was met by the sight of Deidara sleeping on his bed.
Not bothering to move the kid he just took his shirt off before getting under the quilt, covering the blond with the large blanket as he did so, and closed his eyes. It didn't really take long for him to fall asleep. Staying up many nights reading in a row did that to people.
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The next morning he woke up to find himself- or rather, he woke up to find Deidara sleeping on top of him, head resting on his chest and arms around his waist. Sasori really had no idea of how this could have happened and ended up lying still trying to figure it out.
It wasn't before the blond stirred slightly that he actually began to understand this wasn't quite normal; vampires didn't share this kind of affection with humans after all. At least not that he knew of anyway.
Sasori sighed heavily and rolled over so the two switched positions. He didn't really care if this woke Deidara up; as long as he could get off the bed and into the shower he was happy.
And with the shower in thought he got up from the bed- well, he tried to get up; unfortunately for him though the blond wouldn't let go of his waist. Wasn't he the lucky one?
Really, if he had known that Deidara was such a clinger he would never have slept in the same bed as the boy. But what is done is done and he couldn't do a shit about it. Well, he could always let it irritate him (which it already was) and yell at the blond or he could lay down and relax.
This, of course, wasn't a difficult choice at all.
"Brat, you better wake the fuck up before I spit on your face" Sasori growled angrily, letting the irritation and annoyance be heard in his voice.
Deidara didn't even stir. Hell, the boy didn't even move an inch (not included Deidara's rising and falling chest).
He grinned and was about to spit, but stopped himself as he noticed Deidara's parted lips. Oh God this was tempting. His grin widened as he gave in and leaned down, stopping just above the blond teen's slightly pink lips.
He parted his own lips the second Deidara opened his eyes slightly. Seeing this, Sasori quickly spit into the blond's mouth and got away the second the boy let his grip loosen.
He walked out of the room hearing the blond coughing and yell at him, "what the fuck, un?!".
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After waking up like that Deidara was pretty sure he would have to puke. The only good thing about the vampire's actions was the fact that he didn't oversleep (it was Monday).
He sighed and got up from the bed and walked out of the room before he made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and walked in, quickly taking off his boxers and white, baggy t-shirt, not noticing that the shower was on at all.
Deidara yawned, looked down at the floor and slipped past the curtain separating him from the shower.
It was first when he felt water drops hit his skin he registered that he wasn't alone in the bathroom, or alone in the shower. He quickly looked up and his eyes widened; before him stood Sasori. Body wet and shampoo in his hair.
The vampire didn't seem to know he was there so Deidara began making his way towards the curtain again as quietly as he could.
Unfortunately for him though, luck wasn't on his side today. He slipped and landed on his ass, letting out a squeak as he did so.
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Sasori blinked as he heard the small sound behind him and turned around, finding a certain blond sitting on the floor only a few inches away from him. Why hadn't he noticed that Deidara had entered? It wasn't like the blond's smell and aura was hard to detect. Must've been because he let his guard down or something.
"What are you doing?" he asked as one of his eyebrows arched.
Deidara looked up at him with wide eyes and with a small blush on his face. Sasori couldn't help but to smirk slightly; either the blond was embarrassed of being caught in a blonde moment´ or he was gay… maybe bi and liked what he was seeing. What straight male got embarrassed when seeing another male's naked body?
After a few seconds it was pretty clear to him that the blond wouldn't answer his question, nor did it seem like Deidara wanted to get up from his place on the floor, so he did the only thing he could think of; taking the blond to the other bathroom two or three doors down.
Sasori sighed and bent down, picking Deidara up bridal style before getting up again and out of the shower. The blond squeaked and gave words in protest (mostly because Deidara didn't want to be carried around the mansion naked by another naked man), making him grin and walk slower.
After about ten minutes of bickering, slight fighting and several smacks on the head he entered the second bathroom still with the teen in his hands; the boy gave up half way and began sulking instead. He had informed the boy that it didn't work, but Deidara refused to listen and pouted as well, making himself look pretty childish in Sasori's opinion.
Before letting the blond down though he let his fangs pierce the skin on Deidara's neck and ate slowly. He didn't take very much, just enough to keep himself from feeling dizzy and weak later on.
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After about an hour Deidara was sitting in his classroom, waiting for the math class to start. He had a test today and he had to admit that he'd studied quite hard the past days, surprisingly enough with Sasori's help.
The vampire had proved himself to be quite good at math, which was quite amazing cause he hadn't thought the redhead was taught these things back when he was still a student. Apparently he had been wrong.
Deidara usually thought very wrong when it came to the vampire; when he thought he'd get yelled at Sasori would sigh and pat his head instead before walking away. And when he expected this to happen the next time he, of course, got yelled at.
There was this once though when he had been walking around in the forest outside the redhead's mansion, checking things out and just looking around. He somehow managed to walk straight off a cliff and fall down, damaging his left arm in the process. Luckily for him though it wasn't very far down, but still enough to keep him from getting up.
Due to his damaged arm he wasn't able to climb very well and he didn't exactly want to fall deeper down. Deidara tried calling for help a few times, but found out that he was too far away for even Sasori to hear him, which only made things scarier.
He guessed an hour, maybe two, passed before the red haired vampire finally came for him. Sasori had jumped down and picked him up bridal style (as usual) and jumped back up. Once on top of the small cliff the redhead had brought him a little closer and told him to never go around the forest alone again.
Deidara thought that the vampire was afraid to lose his only food source, but quickly changed that to worry after seeing Sasori's face.
So even though the two had their… bickering moments, they also had the sweet and worryingly one called friendship. At least he thought sweet and worry was two words to describe friendship; that was what he felt for Tobi and Subawe almost every day.
Deidara turned his attention to the teacher as he- or rather it (many kids in his school had decided that the teacher were without gender)- walked inside, demanding everyone's attention.
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"What are you doing here again?" Sasori asked with one of his eyebrows arched as he stared at his brother.
"Just came to see you, baby brother"
A glare.
"The day you just come to see´ me is the day I finally find a mate"
Then a smirk.
"I think you're right about that, Sori"
Followed by a sigh.
He shook his head in disbelief before walking into the living room, seating himself on the largest couch, Pein following him and sitting down next to him.
It was silent for a good while, nether bothering to speak or look at anything else than the thing in front of them; in Sasori's case it was Deidara's white shirt and red hair tie. Pein was watching the dead clock on the wall. He hadn't bothered to change batteries on that one yet; he'd used enough money on the brat and he didn't have a job to get more than he already had.
The last time the two of them sat like this was when their parents died. It had also been quite silent then and they had both been staring at nothing at all. But he guessed this was a little different. They weren't sad or angry right now, at least he wasn't.
"How's it going?" Pein finally asked, breaking the silence around them.
Sasori was very aware of what his brother was asking, but he wasn't sure if he could tell the man; Pein wasn't always to be trusted and the auburn haired vampire hadn't known how to break the bond anyway so what would it help if he told?
"I'm fine, thank you" he replied dully, still staring at the blond's shirt with bored eyes.
"You know what I fucking mean, bastard… what about the kid, how's he?"
Sasori grinned slightly and turned his head to meet Pein's dull, grey eyes.
"The brat's fine as well"
"Good, now will you answer my question?" his auburn haired brother asked, using up the last of his patience.
Damn. The man was even more impatience than he himself.
"Marwin Blake- that's all I've got" he sighed and leaned back into the couch.
Sasori waited a few seconds, letting the information he just gave Pein sink in. He was pretty sure his brother had forgotten all about the old vampire and had to dig up some memories from the past.
"I'll see what I can find out, baby brother" the other vampire stated, grinning proudly of himself. He grinned some himself, hoping that Pein would come visit again soon.
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Deidara got home (he was now referring Sasori's mansion as his home) just in time to meet Pein in the door, biding goodbye to his beloved baby brother.
He was still a little uneasy when it came to that man and couldn't help but to stay right beside Sasori all the time; he just couldn't trust the auburn haired vampire for some reason, but it was pretty clear that the redhead did… well, kind of. Pein and Sasori fought very often, the latter always losing when they dropped the insulting words and instead moved to kicking each other's asses.
Deidara was once left to clean a pretty nasty wound on Sasori's back and he was very sure that the scar hadn't moved an inch; it went from the redhead's left shoulder and straight down, stopping by his left hipbone. The wound had also been very deep and he was forced to sit up all night trying to stop it.
The vampire had told him many times already that he wouldn't die anyway, but he just replied with a glare and a simple question, "do you want to get it infected, un?!".
"Hello, Deidara" Pein greeted him as he tried to get into the house. Unfortunately though, the auburn haired man was blocking his way.
"Pein, un" he nodded slightly as he finally managed to get through, only to trip on something, sending him straight for the floor. Luckily someone caught him. Looking up he saw Sasori looking down at him, smiling slightly.
"School any fun today, brat?" he asked and closed the front door once he had pulled Deidara back to his feet.
"Yeah right, un" he pouted, thinking back to the history test he had forgotten all about while studying for math.
Deidara sighed and walked up the stairs, turning towards Sasori's bedroom and walking towards it only to stop by the door next to it and walk in that one instead.
The redhead had cleaned the room for him (and killed hella lot of mice in the process, something he hadn't told Deidara), brought in a bed and other useful stuff.
It was small, but big enough for him; there was a double bed in the left corner farthest from the door, a nightstand next to it and a closet left from the door, also standing in a corner.
He walked over to the bed and lay down, but not before throwing his bag in a random direction. Deidara closed his eyes and sighed in annoyance. How could he forget the history test?! Eugh, he was so stupid! Sitting up he met a pair of deep, brown eyes and yelped, scooting away slightly. He hadn't been expecting Sasori to visit him in his room.
"What do you want, un?" he asked, voice cold and a pretty much emotionless; he was still mad about the spitting in his mouth thing. That had just been plain gross! The redhead seemed to read his mind or something and smirked, licking his lips in a hungrily matter.
"If you want food just take it and get out, un" Deidara muttered, still looking into Sasori's eyes.
"Actually I just wanted to ask what you wished to eat for dinner, but seeing as you're in no mood to eat I'll just leave" the vampire said and turned to do just what he had said he would.
Deidara stopped him by grabbing his wrist, making Sasori turn to look at him with a small smile. That guy always managed to manipulate him somehow, only this time it was for his own good.
"Chicken and rice, un?"
"With sauce?"
He nodded, smiling slightly. This was the first time Sasori wanted to cook him dinner. Sure, the vampire made lunch and breakfast, but that was only in the form of a disgusting, redish soup. A very thick, disgusting, redish soup. It didn't taste very good either, mostly like seawater and sometimes like dirt.
Maybe this was Sasori's way of apologizing for spitting in his mouth or something? Deidara giggled at the thought of that. Like that would ever happen. Just then the redhead popped his head back into the room, wearing a serious expression.
"I'm sorry, brat"
