"Mmmm..." Kakuzu slowly opened his eyes and waited for his vision to come into focus. "Why does my neck hurt?..." It was around that time that he realized that he wasn't in his bed.

He sat up, popping his back and yawning. He'd fallen asleep doing paperwork. That wasn't unusual. What WAS unusual was waking up with a blanket over him. How did that happen……the realization suddenly clicked, and he smiled. Well well. Apparently the little Jashinist had a compassionate side.

Grabbing the blanket, he walked to their bedroom. Sure enough, Hidan was curled up in the bed, shivering beneath the thin sheets. Kakuzu threw the blanket over the bed and crawled underneath the covers, pulling Hidan close to him. "Cold?"

"What the fuck do you think?" Hidan muttered, shivering and scooting closer to his partner. Kakuzu rolled his eyes and intertwined their legs, trying to give his boyfriend as much heat as possible. "You wouldn't be cold right now if you had just gone to bed and kept the covers where they belong."

"Excuse me for acting like I fucking care about you, next time I'll just let you be the one freezing your ass off all night instead of the other fucking way around," Hidan muttered, burying his face in the crook of Kakuzu's neck.

Kakuzu gently kissed the zealot's head. "Thanks."

"Don't get fucking used to it. And you're welcome, asshole."

Silence

Kakuzu gently began running his fingers through Hidan's silver hair, making the Jashinist smile against his will. "Hey, 'Kuzu?"

"What?"

"How come you're not fucking making me get out of the damn bed?"

"I doubt you slept at all last night, so I thought we could sleep in for a little while." Hidan pulled away and looked at his partner; this was a first. After deciding that the banker wasn't kidding, he returned his head to its previous position, and Kakuzu felt a soft pair of lips press against his neck. "You're welcome," he whispered.

"What the fuck do you think Sasori and Deidara are doing now?" Hidan mumbled, eyelids drooping.

"Not sure. Why do you ask?"

"…"

"Hmm? Hidan?" Kakuzu looked down and sighed. "Of course you'd go back to sleep as soon as you got warm enough."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Louvre, Paris, France~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sasori and Deidara were staring at a small painting, heads cocked to the side. "I say she's smiling, un."

"And I say she's frowning."

"Why do people care? It's not like this is true art or anything, un."

"It's been preserved for hundreds of years, Dei, so it's pretty close to being true art."

"Says you, un." Deidara looked thoughtful. "I wonder what would happen if I blew that up, un…"

"Excuse me miss, but did you just threaten to destroy a national treasure?" An angry security guard walked up to the two artists, a frown across his face.

"No un!" Deidara squeaked, panicking. "I just-"

"She was just telling me how this painting looks like something blew up on it," Sasori quickly interrupted, saving Deidara and himself from certain doom.

The guard didn't look entirely convinced, but nodded and walked away. The two artists breathed a sigh of relief, and Deidara began to pout. "What is it, love?"

"You just called me a 'she', un."

Sasori chuckled and kissed Deidara gently on the cheek. "With all due respect, Dei, you asked for it this time. Just look at you."

Deidara was wearing low jeans and a tight fishnet shirt, both of which were black. Add that to his long hair and slim figure, and he looked every inch a girl.

Deidara hmmphed. "That's no excuse, un." He grabbed Sasori's hand and began pulling him down the hall. "I wanna eat, un!"

"Deidara, we just got here!"

"If nothing's going to explode, we're wasting our time, un."

"Deidara…"

Deidara turned and gave Sasori his chibi-ish uke look. "Please, danna?"

Sasori felt all will power within him disappear. Dammit, the brat had him wrapped around his little finger! "Alright, but you better eat something besides junk food."

"Thank you danna, un!"

"Will you quit calling me danna?"

"No, Sasori danna." Sasori smiled. He was never going to be rid of that nickname, and they both knew it.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the artists began talking about the Louvre, which inevitably led to an argument about their art. "Art is a brief blast, un!"

Sasori shook his head. "How can anything brief be considered art? Art is eternal, and that's all there is to it."

"Art isn't meant to last forever, un!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not, un!"

"Excuse me, but may I take your orders?" a smiling waitress asked.

"Art is instantaneous!"

"No, it lasts forever!"

"Sirs?"

"Just bring us anything," Sasori muttered absently, returning immediately to his argument. The waitress shrugged and walked off, returning ten minutes later with two steaming plates of food, only to find the artists still arguing. She set the plates down and backed off, waiting to see if they enjoyed the food.

Deidara finally looked down and noticed the cuisine, halting the fight long enough to eat some of the food. Sasori mirrored his actions and began eating. "This is pretty good," he said quietly.

"Yeah, but my food tastes kinda funny, un." Deidara turned to the waitress. "What exactly did you bring us, un?"

"You have es cargo, and your friend is eating cuisses de grenouilles."

"Huh?" Deidara turned to the red head. "Danna, do you speak French, un?"

"Not a word." The sculptor looked back at the waitress. "Would you mind translating?"

She thought for a moment. "I believe you refer to the dishes as snails and frog legs." The artists began choking, and Sasori quickly slapped some money down on the table before dragging Deidara out of the café.

"This looks safe," Sasori muttered, handing the ice cream to Deidara. They'd managed to find another café (for some inexplicable reason, Deidara was still hungry) and ordered dessert. Sasori watched as Deidara began eating his treat. Suddenly, he felt his body heat up as Deidara's tongue flicked out, lapping at the sweet treat. He couldn't keep his mind from wondering what would happen if that tongue were put to better use…"Dei, can I have some?"

"No, mine, un!"

Sasori frowned. "Brat." He thought for a moment, and an idea came to him. Smiling evilly, he grabbed Deidara's chair and pulled it close to his own, before grabbing the blonde and moving him into the puppet master's lap. "Do you know what a messy eater you are?"

"Hmm? Danna, what are you…" Deidara's voice disappeared as Sasori's tongue flicked out, licking his cheek. He blushed, making the red head chuckle as he licked the ice cream cone. "Danna, that's-" another sweep of the tongue across his cheek and lips silenced him.

Sasori alternated between the ice cream and Deidara, as if unable to decide which taste he liked better. When the dessert was gone and Deidara's face had been licked clean, he ran his tongue over the blonde's lips, eventually gaining entrance and exploring the blonde's moist cavern. Deidara pulled away, blushing madly. "Not in public, un!" he hissed.

Sasori rolled his eyes. "I can't French kiss my one true love in Paris. What's the world coming to?"

"An end." Deidara slid off Sasori's lap. "Can we go back to the room, un?"

"Sure."

Deidara was stretched out on the bed he and Sasori shared. The red head was taking a shower, having been kind enough to let Deidara go first.

The blonde couldn't help look around the room. He'd never been in a hotel before, and this place was beautiful. He was grateful he'd been able to talk Sasori into coming here; anything fancier would have made them both uncomfortable.

Still, Deidara had nearly fainted when he saw how much the room would cost, never mind the plane tickets and vacation. It was a good thing Sasori's parent's had had all that life insurance, or they'd never have been able to come.

"He wouldn't let me pay for anything. Not that I could have given him much money," Deidara thought, eyes traveling to his wedding band. He smiled as he fingered the ring. He didn't have an engagement ring, mainly because of how Sasori had proposed…

Deidara was lying in bed, head pressed against Sasori's chest. He could tell from the heart beat and breathing pattern that the red head was still awake. "Danna, why aren't you asleep, un?"

The red head's pulse quickened; he must have thought his boyfriend was asleep. "I was just watching you sleep," he whispered.

"And?"

The red head sighed and hugged Deidara tightly. "You're much smarter than people give you credit for, you know?"

"Yes, and you're avoiding the subject, un."

Sasori nuzzled Deidara affectionately. "I've just been thinking. Deidara, you know that I love you, right?"

"Yes, and I love you too, un."

"How much?"

Deidara gave Sasori a quizzical look. "Danna, I love you more than life itself, un. You're the only one I've ever wanted, and the only one I'll ever want, un."

"In other words, you'll never leave me."

"This is the only thing that I don't want to be brief, un."

"Deidara…" the blonde could hear Sasori's heart racing."Yes?"

"Will you marry me?"

Deidara froze. "What?"

The red head gently used a finger to tilt the blonde's head up. "You heard me. I want you so badly it hurts. I want you to be mine, and only mine. So I want to be your danna for real, Deidara. What do you say?"

Sasori was gasping for air as Deidara crushed his chest in a hug. "Yes, Sasori danna, yes!"

"I'm glad to hear that," Sasori gasped. "Now I may I have my lungs back?"

"No," Deidara giggled, releasing his hold on Sasori. "Danna, when can we have the wedding, un?"

"How about over summer break?"

"But won't you get hot in a tuxedo then, un?"

"What do you mean, 'won't I'? you'll be in a monkey suit too."

"No I won't! I'm wearing a wedding gown, and that's that, un."

"………You're kidding me."

"What? Don't you think I'll look hot in a dress, un?"

Sasori paused to think about that. The next instant he was out of the bed and running towards the bathroom to stop a nosebleed.

"And that settled that argument, un," Deidara thought to himself. He heard a door open and looked up; Sasori had just walked out of the bathroom. Deidara crouched down, and before the red head could react he was glomped by the blonde.

"Deidara, get off." The red head managed to sit up, Deidara still clinging to him. The blonde moved around slightly, and was now straddling the red head. "But danna, you look so hot, un." The red head felt his face turn red and mentally cursed himself. He'd walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on, and his hair was messy and damp. "Danna…"

"Yes?"

Deidara captured Sasori's lips in a kiss, legs spreading further apart as he pushed against the puppeteer. Sasori returned the kiss eagerly, biting Deidara's lower lip. This time the blonde didn't protest when Sasori's tongue wrapped around his own, and actually moaned in pleasure.

Their kiss ended all too soon, and they broke away for much-needed air. "Danna," Deidara panted huskily, "don't make me wait anymore, un."

Sasori picked up the blonde and moved him to their bed, kissing him forcefully. Between moving Deidara into his house, getting used to being bi, and preparing for the wedding and honeymoon, they hadn't had a single chance for sex. "Well," Sasori thought as he ran his tongue over Deidara's, "that issue will soon be resolved."

He pulled away and grasped the hem of Deidara's shirt, slowly pulling the clothing upwards and kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. Once it was off he returned his lips to Deidara's mouth, fingers traveling upwards and removing the blonde's hair tie.

The red head pulled away and kissed down to the base of Deidara's throat, biting the tender flesh. Deidara gasped and moaned at the sensation. "Sasori danna…"

The red head hooked his fingers into Deidara's pants, sliding the jeans and boxers off the blonde. Once Deidara was completely naked, he sat up and looked the blonde up and down, making the sculptor blush and squirm. Sasori chuckled. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" Deidara nodded. "Don't worry, I'll soon fix that." Deidara blushed a deeper red as Sasori kissed him again, hands running up and down his sides, memorizing the shape and feel of his body.

Sasori's lips were soon replaced by three fingers. "Suck," the red head commanded, using his other hand to remove his towel. Deidara did as ordered, taking the three fingers in and wrapping his tongue around each one, making sure that no spot went untouched. Sasori felt his body heat up rapidly at the sight; Deidara needed to hurry up.

The blonde finally opened his mouth, and Sasori wasted no time in sliding the hand down to the sculptor's entrance, quickly thrusting one finger into Deidara. Deidara gave a small cry and clenched his teeth. "Danna, it hurts, un."

"I know, but it will get better," Sasori promised, looking into Deidara's eyes. He refused to break eye contact as he inserted the second, then third fingers. Deidara was able to quickly adjust and began squirming, indicating that Sasori could continue. The red head hooked his fingers, looking for that certain spot…Deidara's eyes widened and he cried out, throwing his head back. Sasori raised a brow, moving his fingers over that spot again. Deidara gave another scream, and the red head knew he'd found what he was looking for.

Sasori slid his fingers out, only to replace them with his cock. "You ready?"

Deidara looked uncertain but nodded, and Sasori quickly thrust in. Deidara screamed in pain; he hadn't expected that much of a size difference. "Sasori danna…" he whimpered, tears in his eyes.

The red head leaned in and kissed them away, softly muttering words of comfort to the blonde. Deidara relaxed and wrapped his arms around Sasori's neck, and the puppet master knew he'd been forgiven. He slowly slid out, only to thrust back in.

Deidara cried out again, but this time it was from pleasure. Sasori soon developed a rhythm, slamming hard into the blonde and making Deidara dig his nails into the red head's back. Deidara was panting, trying desperately to catch his breath as a fiery coil tightened in his stomach, pushing him closer and closer to that blissful edge. He was losing, and finally came on their stomachs, screaming his danna's name.

The scream set off the puppeteer, and he climaxed deep within Deidara a moment later, collapsing onto the bed with Deidara still pinned underneath him.

The two artists lay there, both trying desperately to catch their breath. Sasori moved so that his head was directly over Deidara's heart, and listened to the rhythmic thumping. The heart was pumping fast, but gradually slowed down, returning to a normal pulse after a few more minutes. "Sasori?"

"Shh." The red head pressed his ear firmly to the blonde's heart, concentrating only on the sound of the beating muscle. "It's beautiful," he muttered.

"What is?"

"The sound of your heart. I can't get enough of it." Sasori smirked as the heart sped up; this must have been what his own sounded like the night he proposed. Sighing contently, he got off the blonde and lay down on his back, pulling Deidara onto his chest. "I love you, Dei-chan." The blonde stared up at the puppet master, watching him intently. "What?" Sasori asked playfully.

"I love you too, un." The blonde shut his eyes and rested his head against Sasori's chest, body shaking slightly. A moment later, Sasori heard a tiny sob.

"Hmm?" Sasori looked down at the blonde. Instantly his eyes filled with concern. "Deidara, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

The blonde looked up at the red head, tears running down his face. "I was so scared, un."

"Of what?"

"That you'd reject me, un. That you'd decide you'd made a mistake, or that you'd realize you didn't really want me, or-" Sasori silenced Deidara with a kiss. "How could I ever do that?" Sasori asked as they pulled away. "You're my everything, Deidara. And don't ever forget that."

The blonde sniffed and smiled. "I won't, Sasori danna."

"Good. Now please stop crying. With all the noise we've been making, people walking by are going to think I raped you." Deidara laughed and buried his face in Sasori's chest, blonde hair falling away to reveal both eyes. "Goodnight, Sasori danna."

"Goodnight, my love."