Hello, everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter! Your reviews were both expected and a little surprising, but all in a good way! We also gained a new follower, so welcome to the family, friend! Be prepared for a lot of emotional roller coasters for the rest of the journey. Anyways, so this chapter's title speaks for itself, obviously. What will happen? Who will cry? Who will scream? xD Enjoy it, my darlings and, like always, R & R, please! ^_^
The first thing Deidara noticed when he awoke was the bright sun shining in through the windows.
The second was the pounding headache.
Feeling the intense pulsing against his temples, he groaned loudly and rolled over until his back faced the intrusive rays, pulling the sheets and comforter up over his head.
What the hell had happened last night?
He didn't remember much, other than spilling his guts to Sasori and drinking most of three bottles of Jack Daniels.
But what had happened after that?
He took a deep breath, taking in the familiar scents of his – wait.
The comforter didn't smell like it usually did, which was the smell of lavender and honeysuckle from the fabric softener.
It smelled like musk and honey.
This smelled just like…
Whipping his eyes open, and not caring how bad his head felt (and it felt like a bitch), he sat up abruptly, gaze scanning the room.
The dozens of large, life-sized marionette dolls hanging from the ceiling gave him the hint that he was not in his own room.
He was, instead, in Sasori's room.
Why the hell-?
Why was he in Sasori's room?
Burying his face in his hands, he delved into the night before, trying to figure out exactly what happened after he fell under the influence of alcohol.
He had told Sasori his past...while drinking whiskey.
He groaned loudly at the irony.
Okay…he remembered that.
But what else?
Sasori had told him something…
…But what had it been?
Heaving a deep sigh, he thought harder, much to his brain's protests.
What had he told him?
Some words began popping into his mind, which he concentrated on.
'I'm' and' you.'
'Love' and 'in.'
'Gay' and 'with.'
Clenching his teeth, he urged his brain to put the words together into a coherent sentence.
Come on…come on…what was it?
And without warning, it hit him.
Like a freight train.
"I'm gay and I'm in love with you."
Holy shit…that was it.
Sasori had told him that he was gay, and in love with him.
Deidara nearly screamed into his palms.
Why was he in love with him?!
Why?!
Why, why, why, why, WHY?!
He's straight! He was a straight man! What had he done to the redhead in order to make him fall in love with him?!
It's not like they'd kissed or anything-!
Wait a minute…
A new memory surfaced.
Of them…drinking more Jack.
Of them…getting drunk.
Of them…staring into each other's eyes.
Of them…kissing…making out.
Of him…moaning, gasping, and mewling underneath Sasori, who gazed down at him with a lust-filled stare.
Oh God…
Deidara felt his face flush in embarrassment at the words he suddenly remembered saying to the puppeteer.
Why had he done that?
He was straight…he knew he was straight!
SO WHY THE FUCKING HELL HAD HE MADE OUT WITH SASORI?!
And enjoyed it?!
Wait…
After that memory, he couldn't remember anything else?
Had anything else happened?
He was in Sasori's room, after all.
No…oh God no.
Not that…anything but that.
Scanning the floor, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw his and the older male's clothes lying in a heap together.
He gulped, fear rising like bile in his throat.
It was then that he also realized that his back hurt…a lot.
No…no, no, no, no, no, no, no, fucking NO!
"SASORIIIIIII!" he suddenly yelled, throwing the sheets and comforter off of him, sprinting towards the door and throwing it open with a loud bang, fast-walking down the stairs until he made contact with the first floor, glaring at the redhead who was busy flipping pancakes. The latter turned his head to look at the raging blonde over in the living room. "Yo."
"'Yo', un?! After what happened last night, all you can say is 'yo'?!" Deidara nearly screamed, anger swelling into his face from his jaw. Sasori cocked a confused eyebrow. "What do you mean, brat?"
"I'm fucking talking about the part where we got drunk, made out, and had sex, un!" the sculptor yelled, receiving an incredulous stare from the older male, who suddenly burst into laughter.
This only angered the younger male more. He growled low in his throat. "Why the hell are you fucking laughing, un?!"
"Cause you're hilarious, brat!" the puppeteer cackled, throwing his head back for emphasis. He caught his breath and continued flipping pancakes. "Why the hell would you think we had sex?"
"Then explain why both your clothes and mine are on the ground in your room, un!"
"God, you're clueless," he heard Sasori mumble. He was about to reply with a smartass remark when the other slammed the spatula onto the counter, his demeanor changing from happy to angry. He craned his neck to give an equally death-baring glare. "Let me ask you this, brat: what the hell do you remember from last night?"
"I remember us telling each other our whole life stories over three bottles of Jack Daniels, un," Deidara started, not really giving a damn if his roommate was pissed at him. "I remember getting drunk and then whatever happened shortly after that, I can't remember, but we kissed."
"And that's all you remember?" the glare was still etched on his face.
"AND THEN YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MY STATE AND HAD SEX WITH ME BECAUSE YOU'RE GAY AND FUCKING IN LOVE WITH ME, UN!"
"GO TO HELL, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" without warning, the spatula was being chucked through the air and barely missed the blonde's head, who ducked in mere seconds in order to avoid it. Shock rang through him as he turned his attention back to Sasori, who was still glaring, but looked on the verge of tears. "Never in all my years have I ever taken advantage of someone! All we did last night was make out! THAT'S FUCKING IT! If your damn back is hurting, it's because you fell on it while we made out! And our clothes being on the ground? You stripped down to your underwear and fell asleep on my bed while insisting I join you! THAT'S IT! And yes, I am in love with you, Deidara, but you can rot in hell if you think I would ever take advantage of you while you were DRUNK SHIT-FACED AND COULDN'T REMEMBER A DAMN THING THE NEXT DAY!"
"Sasori, I-"
"And don't you dare act so damn fucking innocent when you were the one who was moaning that damn nickname you gave me while grinding our fucking erections together!" the older male continued, his face near the color of his hair. "No straight guy does that to another guy!"
"DON'T YOU DARE QUESTION MY SEXUALITY, UN!"
"I WOULDN'T HAVE TO QUESTION IT IF YOU HADN'T DONE THE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT!"
"AND WHAT DID I DO, EXACTLY, SASORI, UN?! FUCKING ENLIGHTEN ME, PLEASE!"
"YOU FUCKING KISSED ME BACK AND GOT A HARD ON!" Sasori screamed, looking about ready to throw another dish at the younger male. "CORRECT ME IF I'M FUCKING WRONG, BUT I DON'T REMEMBER ALCOHOL TURNING SOMEONE GAY!"
"I'M NOT GAY, UN!" Deidara screamed. They stayed silent for a few minutes, one just glaring at the other, until Sasori turned back to the stove. "Whatever, brat, I'm through arguing with you. Believe whatever the fuck you want to believe, but we didn't have sex," he turned a smirk towards his roommate. "And besides, if we had…you wouldn't be able to walk right now."
Feeling a blush beginning to form in his cheeks, the blonde swiveled on his heel and trudged back up the stairs with a grumbled, "I'm going to take a shower, un."
Stripping off his boxers, Deidara stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run through his hair and down his body, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.
Okay…so they hadn't had sex.
But they had made out.
And according to Sasori…he had enjoyed it.
He clutched his hair in his hands.
God, why could he not remember more?!
Right…the alcohol.
That was another big reason as to why he quit drinking.
He enjoyed actually remembering everything the next day. He had had one night back in college where he had woken up on a Sunday morning next to a naked girl only to realize that they had had sex and he just couldn't remember it.
It wasn't until after his accident that he had finally decided that being in control was where he wanted to be.
But he remembered being the one to finish off most of the other two Jacks.
So it wasn't a surprise that he couldn't remember every single detail.
Concentrating on the night before, he faintly remembered pulling on something…but what had it been?
It had been soft…and red…
It had been Sasori's hair.
Pulling on the strands to bring the older male closer to him.
God…why had he done that?!
He was straight! He was straight, he was straight, he was straight –
(But what if you're not?)
Shut up! Why would he enjoy making out with another guy?!
(But you did)
Fuck you! He was straight, damn it!
(So why did you get a hard-on with him?)
That was because of the alcohol!
(Alcohol doesn't make you horny, it - )
Shut up.
(It brings out - )
Shut up!
(The - )
SHUT UP!
(Truth)
Without warning, Deidara screamed as he threw his fist out into the air, the middle knuckle brushing the tile across from him.
He stared at it in shock.
He had been near millimeters away from breaking his hand just now.
Feeling a weight suddenly drop onto his shoulders, he fell to the ground, the hot water disappearing on his now numb skin.
He wanted to cry.
He wanted to cry so damn badly.
For everything that had changed and for everything that will most likely change in the distant future.
But his own stupid ego wouldn't allow him to cry.
Instead, it allowed him to curl into himself, the water hitting his face.
In the fetal position, he sat there, drowning in the hot steam that was beginning to form.
But he didn't care.
Curled up, he let his mind go blank, like he used to. He let every memory – whether it was happy, sad, funny, mournful, etc. – go, become the grey space that meant nothing.
Because even if he didn't want to admit it…
His life was about to change.
And he wasn't too sure whether it was going to be good or bad.
Sasori was more than pissed.
He was straight livid with anger.
Even as his roommate was going up the stairs, he was tempted to throw the skillet at the back of his blonde head.
But he held back, not wanting to cause more drama than had already happened.
He definitely had not expected Deidara to freak out like he did.
Sure he had been expecting questions, like why he had been in his bed, but surely hadn't expected the younger male to jump to the conclusion that they had had sex.
At first, he had found it funny the brat would jump to such an extreme conclusion, but he immediately grew angry at the fact that his roommate was suddenly accusing him of taking advantage of him while in his drunken state.
Sasori had to fight the urge to throw his recently made breakfast across the room.
How dare that asshole…how dare he think that.
Why the hell would he jump to that conclusion?!
Did he really think that way about him?!
He heaved a deep sigh.
Though he was fuming, he was also hurt. While he had been screaming at his roommate, it had taken every ounce of his being not to start crying.
To be accused of taking advantage of someone…
All his life, he had always been dealt the underhand, always being kicked to the curb and expected to figure things out on his own. And once he had figured things out, people would often take credit for his work, and then he would be left with nothing.
So to be thrown such an accusation was a clean blow to him personally.
However…he was still in love with Deidara.
He couldn't help it; there was just something about him that prevented him from staying angry at him.
And with the kiss…
Sasori felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine.
God, that kiss was like electric fire. As soon as their lips had connected, the redhead had felt like he was burning up from the inside out. Every moan the blonde had given sent another wave of flames down his spine, every gasp had sent another spark through his nerves, and every mewl had sent his head reeling.
No kiss he had ever received or given before had felt so tantalizingly pleasurable.
And he knew, without a doubt, that Deidara had paralleled the same feeling, otherwise he wouldn't have had such a prominent erection in his pants.
Yet, the blonde had remembered the bare minimum from last night, so Sasori felt he was in a losing battle.
A loud scream from upstairs suddenly interrupted his thoughts, along with a tiny thud.
The redhead gazed up at the closed door leading to the younger male's bedroom, smirking mischievously.
You starting to break, brat?