Morning After

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Deidara was half-awake, but he didn't open his eyes; he had been having a rather interesting dream, and he was trying to remember it. He had been captured along with his crew by an enemy pirate, and he was currently tied to a cannon, about to be hauled overboard.
But there was a voice...a voice that sounded oddly like Elton John...Deidara...Deidara...Wake up, retard!

Deidara opened his eyes. The 'cannon' he'd been tied to turned out to be a bit of wood between his shoulderblades. He rolled off of it, and sat up, his head spinning a little. He looked down at the piece of wood, blinking in the blinding light.
He wondered how a bit of wood had gotten into his bed. Shaking his head at the mysteries of the world, he turned around, and saw that he was not in fact anywhere near his bedroom. His sleepy brain strained itself as he looked around the tiny room, trying to remember just where he'd fallen asleep the night before.

There was clay on the shelves, in large slabs. There were smears of clay on the floor. There was a small lightbulb above him, which was giving off the brutally blunt light. And there was a body next to him. Deidara, instantly (albeit with a sense of regret and irritation) recognized Sasori's hair, and rolled him over roughly.
Sasori groaned, still asleep, and Deidara frowned down at his sleeping face. There was a smear of clay on his cheek. At the sight, Deidara remembered suddenly making that smear...

With a horrible sense of dread, he glanced down...and breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was still wearing his pants. He had been so...out of it the night before that he could have done anything. Sasori was also still wearing his pants, but they were undone and down to his knees.
Deidara shook his head and tried not to think about it. His hair was disgusting, full of clay and dirt and who-knows-what, and he cringed as a muddy-brown strand fell into his vision. He would have to do something about that, and soon.

The door to the storage room swung open, and Deidara jumped to his feet, panicking and trying to think of anyexcuse that could possibly explain why he was in a storage room, covered in clay, with another mostly-undressed, sleeping male.
But it was Pain.
He was holding two towels, and three cups of coffee. He raised his eyebrows at Deidara, who fell upon the coffee like a starving animal.

"Do you know anything?" he asked Pain after gulping down half the mug in one go. Pain sighed and prodded Sasori in the stomach with his booted foot until the redhead gained some sign of life.

"You disappeared off last night looking for Sasori, remember? He was having his detention here. Anyways, this morning I thought I ought to look for you guys. You're lucky though," he said as Sasori rubbed his head and rolled over with another groan,

"It's a Saturday. No classes. If it was a weekday, though...you two would've been found at seven in the morning, and probably given detention for the rest of the term." Pain said, sipping his own coffee with an amused expression as Deidara began to towel himself off.
He had a fixed expression of disinterest on his face, but his heart was pounding, his mind full of memories from the night before; Sasori's eyes, the fuzzy radio...the smell of clay, the taste of cherry lollipop in Sasori's mouth, the feel of his hair and skin...and oldies music. He blushed and cleared his throat as Sasori sat up, guided by the smell of coffee.

"Well, I'm gonna go shower. Thanks for the coffee, un." he said to Pain with a rather forced tone of nonchalance. He left, flouncing away out of the art room and down the hall. Sasori sipped his coffee and looked at Pain, who had his eyebrows raised, still looking at the door through which Deidara had just left.

"So...how'd it go this time?' Pain asked finally, and Sasori shrugged, but couldn't hide the grin from his face.

"Well, he wasn't drunk this time," he said, and Pain high-fived him.

"But...why do you think he left?" he asked after a pause, and Sasori drank more coffee before answering, sitting up properly.

"Most likely he's freaking out because he wasn't drunk and he still came onto me." Sasori said with a wider grin as Pain began to help him clean up the room.

Deidara was sitting in his bed, wearing his Ghostbusters tanktop and jeans, freaking out. He hadn't been drunk, and he'd come onto Sasori. He could clearly remember being perfectly aware of what he'd been doing when he'd let Sasori kiss him, even kissed him back, even...
He shook his head grimly, reached over the side of his bunkbed and stole one of Sasori's lollipops. They helped him think, but he knew that secretly...he loved the cherry taste.

Just thinking about what they'd done the night before was enough to make Deidara go red, and not even reading his book would take his mind of things.
Finally he reached over the side of the bed again and stole Sasori's ipod; his own had never been the same since he'd accidentally dropped it in a puddle of lighter fluid. He put the earphones in his ears, and pressed shuffle, closing his eyes.

When your baby leaves you all alone/ And nobody calls you on the phone/ Don't you feel like crying?

Deidara glared at the screen as yet more memories of exactly what he'd done while the song had played in the art room filled his mind. He pressed skip, but his finger slipped. He tried again, and missed. He snapped his eyes open looked down at the screen, but his eyes were caught by a flash of red.

He looked up.
Sasori was looking up at him from below, his eyebrows raised. Deidara sat up. Sasori smirked slightly as he saw one of his lollipops sticking out of Deidara's mouth and his ipod in Deidara's hands.

"Dirty thief," he said teasingly before reaching up and taking the lollipop out of Deidara's mouth. He put it in his own and winked. "That's gross, un." Deidara commented after a moment, but Sasori just smirked. "So...do you wanna go out with me?" Sasori asked after a pause, leaning against the bunkbed. Deidara looked down at him. His mind was a desert; he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Speechless. That's good. Has my sexiness finally shocked you into silence?" Sasori asked, and Deidara scoffed, regaining his voice.

"Of course not. If anything could shock me into a silence, it would be your fat head, un." Deidara retorted as he climbed down the side of the bed.
He pressed pause, then dropped Sasori's ipod onto his bed and faced him, his arms crossed. Sasori leaned against the bed, sucking his lollipop and watching Deidara as he spoke.

"I do not want to go out with you, and I never will, un. You'd better get used to that sometime soon." Deidara said angrily, the words spilling out of his mouth even as his mind filled with the smell of Sasori's breath, the taste of his mouth, the feeling of his lips on his chest...

"It's pathetic that you had to seduce me just to get your kicks. Are you that much of a pervert that you're willing to aggressively force people to give you five minutes of their time? Honestly, you disgust me, un." he said, though his hands shook.
Sasori was expressionless and didn't say anything when Deidara grabbed his back which he still hadn't unpacked, and stormed out.

"Another week?" Tsunade asked suspiciously, and Deidara nodded.

"Yeah. My parents want me to visit. There's a fight and stuff, and-" "Please, no details. I don't need to know, and I don't want to know about your personal stuff. But you've already missed a lot of school, Deidara, so you'll have to catch up during winter break." Tsunade said and waved him away.

Deidara took the bus back home, sitting in silence as he looked out the window. He tried to relax, but he couldn't stop thinking about his most recent bus ride...when he'd been drunk, with Sasori. And then he'd think about last night...or the first time he'd met Sasori...
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he couldn't. Finally he gave in and put in his ipod earphones.
Not that it would work, but he imagined it did, and sent himself to sleep with the memory of the old fuzzy radio, and the oldies it had played the night before.

"He's gone?" Pain nodded, just as confused as Sasori was.

"Yeah, Tsunade mentioned that he had gone home for a week or something. Did you guys have a fight? He seems to go places after you guys argue, so..."

"I asked him out." Sasori said flatly, and Pain stared at him. They were sitting on Pain's bed, facing each other. Even if there had been any classes, they'd've skipped them.
This issue was, in Sasori's opinion, more important, and in Pain's, more interesting.

"You asked him out? What did he say?" Pain asked, and Sasori ran a hand through his hair and leaned back against the wall.

"He...well, he didn't say anything at first. Then he got mad and started accusing me of 'seducing' him." Pain laughed.

"He what? Seriously?" he said, and Sasori nodded.
It was funny, but to Sasori it meant that Deidara would go to any means to avoid facing his feelings. Pain stopped laughing and stretched.

"Well? Aren't you gonna go after him?" he asked, knowing exactly what Sasori was thinking. Sasori shook his head and sighed.

"I might," he said slowly, "But...I dunno. What do you think? Do you think..." he didn't even know how to phrase what he wanted to ask. Pain understood, though, and looked directly at Sasori.

"I think he likes you. But I also think that...I think he's afraid or something. For some reason, he doesn't want to like you."

"...That doesn't make any sense, Pain." "Whatever, you asked. Your ipod's still on, y'know. Oh, happy early birthday. If you go and see Deidara, I'll just leave your present here for when you get back. I'm gonna go and see Itachi." Pain said, and strolled out of the room.

Sasori stood up and picked up his ipod. He looked at the screen, and his eyes widened. It was on the Dirty Dancing soundtrack playlist. It was paused on Cry to me.
Sasori stared down at the screen for a few minutes before closing his hand around it grimly, and walking out of the room, headed for Tsunade's office.

"Hey, Dei! What're you doing here?" Deidara walked past his brother up the stairs.

"Just hanging here for a week or so, un." he said, walking into his room. He looked around approvingly, seeing that nothing had been touched since he'd left, and dumped his bag down before flopping onto his bed. Jedediah followed and collapsed onto a wheeled desk chair, spinning around on it.

"Okay. Mom and dad are fighting, by the way. So you might wanna stay up here for most of the time." he said casually, and Deidara rolled his eyes; his parents were always fighting.

"So have you got laid yet?" Deidara glared at his brother, and pointed at the door.

"Out."

"But-"

"Out, Jed." His older brother smirked and strolled out before slamming the door behind him.

Deidara rolled over and looked up at his ceiling, where flecks of residue from some of his art projects were scattered, among all the yellow 'Caution -Danger' tape he'd tacked up. He closed his eyes as the angry voices of his parents echoed up from below his floor.

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