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A/N: Guys… I was going to leave a really distressed and anger filled A/N. And I'll tell you why. Someone had stolen from me. Like, completely took my first chapter and only changed it a little to fit their story. The fic was called Virgin Hotline. And I was going to tell you my frustrations, but for some reason, like a day later I found out about it, the story was deleted.

Now I don't know if any of you read it *cough* SS *cough* before it was deleted in all. But I wont be mad at any of you *cough* 97 *cough* if you did. Though, I would be a little upset towards anyone *cough* N *cough* that didn't notice it was my work in the first place. Though I will forgive if you apologize if that applies to you. Sorry if any one of you guys was singled out in this, I just looked at a few reviews the story had and… one of the reviewers stood out to me…

BUT. The story is gone and I can let you guys enjoy this chapter with no angry rant. So enjoy the chap (I know you will cause I added something in there that originally wasn't supposed to be there, but oh well!).

From the author that should probably be in a straight jacket-!

Teiden~

DAY 56 - SATURDAY - 2:34 A.M.

"Looks like I'll be seeing you soon enough Danna, un."

"You'll be seeing me now brat."

Deidara felt his back slammed up against the brick wall, his clay creation knocked out of his hand. Cold metal wrapped around him and covered his mouth. He knew it was Sasori, meaning that he had been unsuccessfully in tiring to kill the other and now was going to get yelled at. It wouldn't matter though, it wasn't like his existence mattered. He might as well… get it over with.

The blonde started to struggle, his fingers twitching towards his clay creation. Sasori noticed this and looked to where the other's eyes were wandering. The bomb. From within the puppet, Sasori growled. Dropping the younger with his tail and moving it to grasp the object, he threw it high and far away, knowing that destroying it would do no good since the tiny devices in the medium could still be activated either way.

Once the sculpture as gone, he looked back to the other stunned artist, emotion making his teeth grit.

"Brat, didn't I tell you? I said I'd never forgive your sorry ass if you died."

The blonde rose and stood across from him, only five meters away, his look dulled with a frown. His eyes were dim of light or any form of expression. Sasori then felt as if he was he was looking in a mirror. The redhead guessed this was what he was like, void of feeling, and presence always foreboding and cold.

"But how is that fair Danna, when you're already dead to me, un?"

His breath caught with confused shock. What did the blonde mean…?

The stoic state of the other gave him no clue, the blank eyes hardening each second.

This sight enraged him though. Deidara, his Deidara, was not supposed to be like that. Deidara was supposed to be filled with life, a temper, a sadistic humor, a passion for art, a self conscious state of mind for his looks, an ego bigger than the state, and a depressing subconscious that was starting to fade. Those were just a few of the younger's traits. All of them annoying, but… Sasori had fallen in love with said person of those traits. And so, even though these things and more were a hindrance, he wasn't sure what he'd do without Deidara anymore. If wasn't like the blonde tried to leave, he in fact kept him despite the trouble. Sasori had helped the teen even though he actually really had no obligation to do so.

And now they were like a magnet, the blonde trying to pull from the attraction. But Sasori would rather be locked away then never see the man before him. So how was he to show that?

Wait… locked away…?

Sasori opened up Hiruko to face Deidara, the blue eyes not even blinking. "Dei, come here," the redhead gestured with his fingers, but when his lover did not move, he used his tail and grabbed the blonde around the waist. The blue eyes widened a little as he was brought forward, a slice of fear showing in the other's expression.

Deidara stared as the tense moment passed, but when the tail let him go, he was surprised further to have arms hold him.

"Dei, I think it's time I told you about my past."

"I already know plenty of your past Sasori, un." Deidara spoke coldly, all the while wanting to cry and embrace the elder back with all his strength. But he wouldn't let himself get hurt again.

"No, you don't." The redhead made the two artist's lower into the puppet, Hiruko shutting and clicking closed quickly.

Now of course there was enough room for the both of them to sit away from each other, but Sasori held on to him as they laid themselves down against the wood. And even though he couldn't get away, he did turn from the other so he wasn't facing the brown eyes that could break him so easily.

"Dei," the arm around his waist tightened. "I don't know what happened when I blacked out at the factory. But after you left, my… childhood, I suppose, came back to me. I had forgotten that part of my life for a reason, but now I dare say that the only people that know of those things are myself, my grandmother, and the white haired fuck."

"Land your plane, Sasori, un."

The grip tightened again and he swore the elder was going to squeeze all the air out of him.

"My parents were mercenaries and I was with them when they were killed."

Well... that really shut him up.

"Will you listen now?"

He nodded, slowly and with a stiff neck, but it was a nod all the same.

"Alright…" the redhead took a breath in, his past flooding him once again. "My parents were mercenaries as I said. They were constantly away and my grandmother would have to watch over me. I was a very lonely child. I never made friends and usually stayed to myself in school. My grandmother became worried and taught me how to make puppets which eased me to an extent. But… I was happiest when my parents were home, their jobs took them months to complete sometimes, I remember even once waiting an entire year before they came home…"

FLASHBACK - SASORI - AGE 7

A little redhead boy looked out a second story window, his eyes dazed. A storm had started up outside and he didn't want to get wet. Each day had gone slowly since this little boy's parents had left. He worried about them everyday, and everyday he would ask his grandmother if she had heard from them. And yet nothing came.

"Tomorrow…" he whispered. "It'll be a year since they left."

He turned away from the window and looked at the empty room. There was a bed, a dresser, and a chest that held of few of this things. But there was also a bedside table. It was small to where it could only fit a lamp and a picture frame. The picture inside that frame though… it was of him and his parents when he was a baby. It was the only picture he had of them, well, it was the only picture in the world of them. The little boy didn't know why his parents didn't like taking pictures, or why they were always away for so long. But he was content with the picture, and when he was able to see his mother and father… they were always happy moments.

A few good memories lulled the little redhead on the windowsill to sleep. His dreams pleasant and comforting, for his parents were in them. But when someone started to shake him, he didn't want to come out of his dreams. He didn't want the truth to come to him. He didn't want to be lonely.

"Sasori, wake up sweetie."

A voice so warm made his eyes want to open then. And when they did, there were his parents…

"Mom! Dad!" He jumped into his parents arms, happy that they were home again.

END

Deidara curled up a little at the end of Sasori's words, his back now lightly touching the other's chest.

"I'm sorry… for that… un…"

He didn't want to speak that much, because his own guilt was hitting him hard. He was pathetic, he realized. The blonde got to see his parents everyday at least, and yet he moped about his life. Sasori had it much worse when he was younger. So why did the other seem to take pity on him so much…?

"Listen to me now Dei." Lips brushed past his ear. Oh how much he wanted to kiss those lips… "Uragirimono is a big part of my past, and no matter how much I regret that, I cant change it. I wouldn't tell you what I'm about to unless I was worried, and I am. I don't want you to face him again and be unaware of what happened. I don't want him to trick you, and I don't want him to lie to you. So I'm going to tell you the truth. Will you hear me out?"

"Un…" The blonde curled up tighter, trying to resist the urge to lean up against the warm chest of the puppeteer.

"Hn… let's see… where to start? I think I met him when I was nine years old in the summer. I went to school like everyone, but never talked. My grades were high so the teacher's never paid much attention… Then he came along. He was a grade above me so I never cared to notice him. But it seemed he noticed me…"

FLASHBACK - SASORI - AGE 9

Under a large tree that cast a perfect shadow against the heat, a redhead boy was laying his back up against the rich bark. A book in his lap, it was a peaceful day. The wind would blow his hair carefully across his face, while his brown eyes moved slowly, taking in the black and white words. He was in the park, a quiet and serene place that had trails to walk, a field to host gatherings and a playground for children to explore. It was a good place, full of innocence and happiness.

So how come he still felt alone?

The boy did not pay attention to the steps that were approaching him, he thought it was just someone passing by on the trail. So it wasn't until a figure was standing right above him that he did look up.

It was another boy. The redhead had seen him before in school, and as far as he could tell, the boy was also very popular. He had white hair and gold eyes that many girls adored, but what he was most famous for, was his cat like smile that made most people very aware of him one way or another.

But the redhead just found the boy an attention seeker and so never gave him a care… that was, until the boy actually started talking to him.

"Ne, you're Sasori right?"

The redhead looked up briefly, then went back to reading.

The boy sat next to him, offering his hand to shake. "I'm Uragirimono."

The boy snapped the book shut and started to walk away, the white haired boy jumping up in confusion.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"Away from you," the redhead stated.

"Huh? … Wait!"

The smaller boy was tackled from behind, his impatience growing.

"Get off of me." He demanded.

"Not until you become friends with me!"

"…What?"

"I want to be friends with you Sasori-kun."

The redhead pushed the older boy off him and stood up, glaring down. "Why would you want to be friends with me?"

That cat like smile formed on the other's lips, it's appearance untrustworthy. The redhead did not like that smile, it seemed twisted to him. All the more reason to not let the older boy get the better of him.

"But you're always alone."

Now those words were just unfair play.

"And I thought it might be nice to be with someone you like you, since you seem more… oh, what's the word? When your more adult like?" The boy scratched his white head, almost looking like a monkey with his puzzled face.

The redhead snickered.

"Mature?"

"That's it!" The boy popped up from the ground like a fire cracker, his eyes sparkling none the less. "See! You're even smart Sasori-kun!"

The smaller boy sighed. How was he supposed to argue?

"Fine, you can be my 'friend'." The smaller of the two started to walk away, his air quotes not even fazing the older.

"Can I call you Sori-chan?"

"Don't push it…"

END

It was quiet for a little while. Deidara absorbing all of it at a steady pace.

"How… close of friends… did you become, hn?"

The blonde felt the arm around his waist go across his torso diagonally to grab his shoulder. He was then pulled tightly against the broad chest behind him. Deidara may of had the will power to move for a moment, but that changed when Sasori's forehead rested against his shoulder.

"I'll tell you. Just let it catch up to me first."

The elder was really weary of this next part. There was a good chance the blonde might get mad or become suicidal once again. But if he didn't tell him, what if the younger were to face the white haired man and he tell him? Sasori didn't know how his regular would react, but it certainly wouldn't be good… His hand was grabbed. The redhead could tell Deidara was being hesitant, but even still, the light squeeze given relaxed him.

So, taking a deep breath of air that smelled like his Deidara, he spoke again. "Over the years, we actually became very close friends. At first he was just annoying when he tired to talk to me at school. But I suppose I got used to him to where he was tolerable. And just like your association with your brother making you popular, once people noticed how fond of he was of me, I also became popular in a sense. Though I rarely spoke to anyone but him, he kept my mind off my parents."

"Did they die?" As soon as those words fell out of his mouth, Deidara mentally slapped himself. Honestly, how much more of an insensitive question could he ask?

"I haven't gotten to that part yet."

Deidara's breath hitched. It took him a second of thought now, but he turned around to face the brown eyes. They weren't blank to his surprise, though. They were filled with emotions such as regret, desolation, revulsion and apprehension. And yet they seemed so fragile. So vulnerable. And so he moved his hand to cup the pale cheek below those sad brown eye's, his mouth forming words even though his throat was dry.

"I'm sorry, un."

Sasori sighed. "I was going to tell you anyway, and it's not your fault, you weren't even born yet when they died."

"Still… I brought it up."

"Didn't I just say I was going to tell you?"

"Un, but… it must be painful… to remember such a thing."

Sasori chuckled, his hand now starting to run through his gold locks. "That's why I have you to hold on to."

Deidara cringed. It was becoming harder and harder not to break down and cry in Sasori's arms. He was trying to stay calm, but the soft velvet voice passing his ear, the subtle heat mixing with his, the faint smell of a foreign spice. It was all so drawing, so inviting.

But he didn't want to be hurt again.

"Dei, I have a few more things to tell that will not be pleasing to hear, but I'd prefer you know these things. So nothing catches you off guard. Or so no lies can trick you."

"Oh… Kay… un."

He couldn't cry.

Not yet.

"I think I was thirteen when things started to change between us. Most boys were starting to go through puberty by now and were taking an interest in girls. It was also vise versa for the girls too, some of them taking an interest in me, but I never cared for them and their useless needs and whines. But the white fuck though, he had many admires and didn't even give them a second glance. He was often rude to any girl that would approach him with a smile. And he would show even more distaste after I turned a girl down."

"He had a thing for you even then, didn't he, un?"

"Unfortunately."

"Hn. Did he… Do… anything to you?"

"He actually stole my first kiss."

FLASHBACK - SASORI - AGE 13

A petite but deceivingly strong redhead was laying on his stomach along his bed. His best friend sitting up against his bed board. The younger boy invited his friend over for two reasons. The first was his parents had left last night to go on their next job, and he could already feel the loneliness seeping into his attitude. And the second? Well, it probably wouldn't be good if he threw himself into building the fifth puppet of the month. So he decided to bring his friend over for company. But this wasn't just about distracting him, it was also about distracting the white haired boy from going to some party they were invited to. He wasn't the social type, even though his friend was. So this little study session was for the both of them really…

Okay, no. This was basically just all for him.

"Hey Sasori, you sure you don't want to go to Jinku's party tonight?"

Damn.

"No Uragi. I do not want to go to any party."

"Aww! Why not?"

The redhead looked up from his homework, the gold eyes sparkling. The younger became tense, he had known, for three years now, that the white haired boy had a split personality that was just horrid with a wicked temper. And it was easier to trigger than anyone would think.

"I don't like people Uragi, you know that."

"And how come you can call me Uragi but I cant call you Sori-chan?"

"Because you allow me to call you that, and I don't allow you to use idiotic pet names against me."

"I would never use something against you!"

"Of course you wouldn't…"

Silence. The redhead felt the mattress shift. He looked up again to see the white haired boy only a few inches from his face. Though he did try to hide his blush, it didn't work out so well.

"What?"

"If you wont go to the party with me…" the older boy got closer. "At least let me do this."

The gold eyes closed and the distance between them no longer existed. The redhead felt something cover his lips that didn't seem right. Then said thing that had covered them started to move. The younger boy was completely shocked.

So this was what people called a kiss? But why was Uragi giving him one?

The older boy moved away, that cat like smile still on his lips.

"Aw, you're so cute when you blush Sori-kun!"

END

Hiruko was quiet. Deidara had grabbed onto his arm halfway through his small tale and now was silent also…

"Dei?" He asked softly, now looking at the other.

"That bastard…"

"Hn?"

Nails started to dig into his arm and the blonde was scrunching up tighter with a trembling figure.

"You let that bastard kiss you, un?"

By now, Sasori could easily register the younger's murderous energy and the hate behind it. But he was unable to tell if the other was angered by himself, or the white haired man's actions. Possibly both.

"I became very annoyed with him after that, he never went for my lips again. Don't worry."

Even though he tried to sound reassuring, it seemed the blonde's fire grew.

"You say he never went for you lips again, un. Did he go for anything else?"

"…"

"Danna," the blue eyes were narrowing dangerously, their hate and rage becoming vibrant in the dim light of the enclosed space. "What else?"

"…He often kissed my cheek after that at random times. Though he would find excuses to go for my lips as many times a day as he could think of."

Deidara's boiling point seemed to hit then, for he moved up fiercely, flattening the redhead to his back. Sasori was a little dazed for a second with the blonde on top of him, but when the younger smashed their lips together, their kiss instantly began to burn and scorch with a spicy taste. The redhead moved up against the back of the wood, groping the fine tight ass before him at the same time. Then he tried to get his regular's tongue to come out and play, but the other simply growled and pushed him back and began to catch his breath.

"You better fucking tell me I'm a hell of a lot better kisser than that nut bugger, un."

Sasori stared at the other artist, completely turned on. Who knew an aggressive partner would be so god damn sexy?

"Don't worry Dei," he chuckled while starting to lean towards the blushing, yet still glowering, blonde. "Your kiss is a poison," he whispered with a harsh breath. "It's addicting… an intoxicating drug," he was now making the younger lean against the wood, the redhead hovering closer each second. "And it never fails to melt my cold heart, and steal my attention away."

"So…" Deidara spoke quietly unsure of himself. "I'm a better kisser than him, un?"

He chuckled warm air past the reddening ear, Deidara's face was almost a complete cherry. "Yes… And far better in bed."

Oh Sasori, you were so close… up until you said that little sentence, that is…

"You slept with him, un!"

So close…

"Hn?" He backed away, almost unnerved by the new out burst.

"You said, 'and far better in bed', un. How would you know unless you've slept with him?"

He stayed quiet, his calm composer rising again and his emotion draining. These next few things, they were painful. He could see why he had suppressed all of the memories now, they were strong with vivid remembrance. And even if he wished them away again, there was no doubt something would come up to the point that he would once again see them in his mind's eye, and relive it all over again. It would only cause more pain to suppress such powerful things again. So he decided against it. Now if only Deidara would calm down so he could explain.

"-Fuck it! Just let me out of here, un!" Deidara started to bang on the top of the puppet. He had to get out of there before his anger burned out and his tears flooded whatever space he was in.

He had to get out…

Even though arms wrapped around him, he didn't care. Sasori was the reason he felt so weak. The reason why he wanted to scream and be swallowed by darkness. It was all because of him.

"Sasori, let me out of this piece of shit now, un!"

"No."

"I said let me out!" He started to bang harder, his knuckles stringing, they were only a few hits away from bleeding from the hard metal.

"You're angry because you love me, don't you?"

Deidara's blood ran cold. The bastard… He turned around slowly, his glare now showing a true sense of loathing for the man before him.

"Fuck. You. Un. Because right now, I despise you to hell."

The redhead raised an eyebrow, silently challenging the other.

Deidara growled, his fists clenching. "You ass. You tore my heart out and cried out to that white haired fuck all in the same hour and I still love you. And you go and ask if I still do, un? I wouldn't be in this piece of shit puppet if I didn't! And now you're making me sound like a god damned bitch… Fuck. You. Un," he snarled while resisting the urge to punch the perfect face of the redhead.

The arms did not move from him though, and the impassive eyes wouldn't change. Was that all he really was? Something to look down on and think little of? Was that all he was really worth…?

"I will let you go. There are just perhaps three or four more things I'm going to tell you. Then you may go if you want."

"…" The blonde relaxed some and leaned up against him, still frowning. Then using his hair to cover his face, the younger whispered. "He took your virginity, didn't he, un…?"

"He tried, more like it. His attempts to kiss and hold me were becoming more frequent, but I thought he was more or less doing this to tease me. But after one night at his house, everything changed."

FLASHBACK - SASORI - AGE 14

A redhead laid his sleeping bag on the ground next to his best friend's bed. Uragi's parents both worked late in the night, but they both knew the younger boy enough to stay home alone with their son. So the smaller boy would often sleep over, especially when his parents first left for a new job.

"Oh Sasori~! Why don't you come here for a second?" The white haired boy popped his head up from the side of the bed, his eyebrows going up in down.

The redhead sighed and sat on the bed, not really trusting his mischievous friend completely. But when he leaned over the side of the bed, he did not expect to be tackled.

"Ah!"

His head hit the pillow and he suddenly couldn't move his arms that were stuck above his head.

"Wha…?"

The smaller boy looked up and saw his hands were handcuffed to the bed board.

"Uragi?" He looked at the gold eyes that were gleaming with a playful nature. The older boy soon went to straddle his lap and cup his cheek. The redhead struggled to get out of the cuffs and away from his friend. There was obliviously something wrong…

That's it!

"Uragi, stop. This is your other personality, this isn't you." He spoke calmly, almost with no feeling. It was actually surprising that he could sound so lax considering the circumstances.

"Oh Sasori, you're so smart, so how come you haven't figured it out yet?" The older boy's hand slipped up his shirt and started to toy with his nipple, turning it painfully. "There is no other side, or personality. This is all I am," a harsh twist came to his nub, making the smaller boy wince. "This what I'm really like. It was just when I let my true self slip that I had to tell you I was something along the lines of schizophrenic. It was the only way I could gain your trust since you were always so distant."

The redhead was becoming worried, though he didn't show it, so he started to wiggle around the bars to the headboard. There was usually…

Ah, found it.

The smaller boy smirked, but it was wiped away as soon it was there. Something had rubbed up his groin and it didn't feel right in any sense. Soon his shirt was gone and his nipple was bit, drawing blood. Kisses ran up and down his sides and licks came with bites.

It was then the younger of the two faced the reality.

Uragi was really going to rape him.

The redhead became scared. More scared than he had ever been in his life. His best friend was attacking him, and sexually at that. He never thought the white haired boy was really mentally ill, just maybe a little weird. But this was… This was…

Betrayal.

The older boy was his best friend, his only true friend. Sometimes the gold eyes were the only light he had in this world. And now he was about to lose all of that…

Another rub to his crotch and the smaller redhead cried out with tears peaking his eyes. He broke the piece of wood off from the bed board and struck the other boy. The older hadn't paid attention to which little bar he handcuffed him too, and he had been over to this house plenty of times to know that every other bar in the frame was loose. But once he had hit the other up side the head, he was not able to catch his breath. It was when he finally saw the unconscious boy on the ground though, that he felt his heart ripped from him.

"Goodbye…" the redhead choked up. "Goodbye Uragi…"

The boy grabbed his shirt and left that house for good. Walking halfway across town, he found his grandmother already asleep in her bed. And so he moved to his room and sat on his windowsill like he had done as a child.

To finally cry.

END

"I was depressed after I lost him," Sasori continued quickly, not wanting silence to take them again. "My grandmother never took notice of my change. Nor did she notice that I stopped talking. I guess you could say I was boarder line suicidal, with the only thing not sending me over the edge being my parents. They were able to come home five or six times that year, which was really good actually. But they could tell something had happened to me. They became worried… So they took time off. Refused every job that was offered to them and took me over seas. They took me to shows, concerts and art museums. I enjoyed those most of all. But just spending time with them was nice…"

He paused for a minute remembering his mother and farther, smiling at him gently. They really did love him, he knew that. So he never really felt guilty for revenging them.

"Now of course my parents had enemies considering their occupation. But they were professionals so I never gave any of that a second thought… I think it was our sixteenth day we were away. They had taken me to an exhibit I was excited about. There weren't very many people there so that made things even better. But when I strayed away for just a second, that's when I really started to loose them for good."

FLASHBACK - SASORI - AGE 15

An ecstatic redhead entered another room full of paintings. They were all beautiful. He hoped nothing would happen to them because he thought everyone deserved to see something so magnificent as the sights before him. He wished for them to last forever.

Gun shots.

Screaming.

More gun shots.

In less than two seconds, chaos had surrounded the boy. He was confused. What had happened? Why were all these people running away?

"Sasori! Sasori where are you?"

"Mom! Dad! I'm over here!"

The redhead ran towards his parent's voices. They grabbed on to him and held him tight to their bodies. They then made him move quickly toward an exit. But when they entered the largest gallery, where the ceiling was made of glass, gun shots came again and his parents shielded him. Shards began to fall and his parents heavy bodies fell on top of him.

"What's wrong with you guys? We've got to move!" The redhead struggled under them. When he was finally free of the weight though, he noticed something.

He was covered in blood that was not his own.

Shock hit him faster then he could grasp it. His parents were dead. They were murdered. The building was burning to the ground. All the paintings and amazing works would perish. He was going to be burned alive.

The redhead backed away with wide eyes until he hit the wall. His body began to tremble and so he slid down to the floor, his breath catching in the on coming smoke. So he curled up in a ball.

Waiting to see what fate would have for him.

END

"You didn't die, un."

"Of course I didn't," Sasori snorted. "I wouldn't be here if I did. But I actually didn't expect to live. After seeing my parents die, I was completely ready for death myself. And it was only luck that didn't allow me to follow them."

"… Hn… what happened…?" Though Deidara asked reluctantly, he could tell the blonde was still curious.

"Remember the man name Orochimaru?"

"Hn… One of the gang leaders, un."

"He found me and took me out of the fire."

"…"

"When I woke up, I was in his care. Most of my body had been charred and I was bandaged. He explained the cause of the fire and my parents death."

FLASHBACK - SASORI - AGE 15

The brown eyes of a boy opened. They were met with an intense stare from a sickly pale man with long greasy hair. Where was he?

"Welcome back, Sasori. My name is Orochimaru, I know your parents," the man smirked. "Well, I knew your parents, that is~."

The boy stayed quiet, his eyes dulled.

"I'm afraid your parents were tracked down when they took you on your little vacation. One of their current jobs seemed to create a few enemies~. It's a shame you got mixed up in all of it…"

The redhead continued to stare. His mind blank.

"I can understand you being in shock. Your body was burned pretty bad. Some of it will heal, other parts... not as likely. The fire was started before hand to try and trap everyone inside. They even waited for their target, your parents, to enter the glass room where they could easily fire quick and easy. But to get people moving, they had to start firing first. Any questions so far, Sasori~?"

The boy thought for a moment, thinking about to that day, to that memory. It seemed so distant, almost surreal. But a question did come to his mind. A question that he was actually curious about.

"Were the paintings burned?"

Orochimaru stared at him dumbfounded, his ego slightly thrown off.

"…Yes, they were."

The redhead sighed, his bandaged chest swelling with pain. "Shame."

"Right…" the man gave him a funny look, that soon turned to a frown. "Any other questions?"

"Hn," the brown eyes closed. "Where can I find my parents murders?"

END

"As it happens, he did know where I could find them. I killed four at once. Three escaped. I've been able to kill another since then. But they are not easy people to find."

Deidara nodded numbly, his body growing limp as his thoughts wandered with the other's story filling his head. It was just so tragic… Sasori then continued to speak, the words still filling his mind.

"Later it became clear what skin would heal and what wouldn't. My hands and face were perfectly fine and recovered quickly, some other patches in my skin did also, but not much. It was then I remembered the paintings on the day of my parents death, and I realized true art was immortal in beauty and strength. So I began the recreation of my body, with a little help from Orochimaru. When I was complete, I was perfect. Flesh and wood mixed together brilliantly to where I looked normal, but would never die." The redhead paused, not sure what else to say. But he was quick to realize there really was nothing else to say, so he gave the blonde a squeeze. "And that is all the story I have to tell."

He opened the puppet up, stale air rushing out and fresh air in. Standing then, the younger followed his actions, only facing away to gaze at the brick wall of the ally. It was still dark, night and it's presence becoming comforting quickly. But the observation of being alone was even more so… After a moment of stillness, he let go of the blonde.

"You may leave if you wish, Deidara. I will not stop you. I will take care of the remaining matters and you will never hear from me again. That…" he let out a breath. "I can promise."

He waited. He waited for the younger to step out of the puppet and walk down the ally way without a second glance. He even waited to receive a hit, a slap, something, to show rage or hurt. But none of those things happened. His lover didn't even move.

"Deidara?"

The blonde turned around, tears finally dripping out. Deidara wasn't sure what to feel exactly. Relief, perhaps? Anger, hope, depression, hurt, pity? Any of those he could say would fit the moment. But all he really wanted…

"Danna…"

Was to jump in Sasori's arms and be held, much like he did in the next second.

"Dei," Sasori grabbed onto the blonde and gave him a kiss, trying not to overwhelm the other. But the younger parted their lips and licked along his mouth gingerly, making the redhead decide he didn't give a damn any how.

Their tongues came out to mingle while their hands decided to roam. Air was needed though, unfortunately, and they had to separate for a second. Deidara leaned up against the brick wall, his panting light.

"Danna," he gave a sad smirk. "It's pointless to even try and make me leave. Because you're stuck with me for life, un."

The elder chuckled and hovered closer to him. "Oh~?" Sasori's knee came in-between his legs and started to rub at his crotch. "That's good. Because if I remember correctly, I owe you a nice pleasurable session." Kisses started to trail down his neck, the light touches making him shiver in anticipation. "And I'm pretty sure no one's going to interrupt us here," a hand slid up his shirt while another groped his ass. "So what do you say?"

Another shiver went down his spine, the velvet voice dripping with sex. So he said with a panting breath, and a growing erection: "Onegai… Sasori no Danna…"

Sasori hummed in amusement, and then decided he'd waste no time. He rid the both of them of their shirts and started to suck on the light pink nubs. His reward being light moans from above. Then he decided to test something. He went to the mouth that was sewn up together by stitches and started to lick around the lips. The blonde gasped.

"D-Danna!"

"So this is a sensitive spot. I was a little distracted last time, but since this is all about your pleasure… I feel like I should explore your body a little more. Right, Dei?"

Deidara didn't answer, he was all to concentrated on how drastically his body was heating up.

Sasori began to remove the other's clothes further until they were left with nothing but boxers. His hands then glided over skin and his teeth and tongue experimented with sensitive flesh. He soon found three new spots to tease, which he enjoyed. But eventually his hand slipped passed the younger's erection briefly and noticed pre-cum was starting to soak the other's shorts.

"Hn~?" The redhead stroked the fabric with wisp like touches, his regular now having to grit his teeth from screaming out. "What's this Dei, already so excited?"

The blonde's flushed face glared, making him chuckle.

The elder slipped the boxers down and ran his tongue along the twitching flesh, the moan coming from above being instant. "I wouldn't be making any cruel faces Dei… unless you don't want me to do this…"

Deidara was engulfed. He soon was sucked on like a lollipop with an energetic tongue. But then he discovered the most amazing and sinfully delicious thing.

Danna could fucking deep throat.

If the feeling of him being swallowed almost completely and being sucked on this hard didn't make him cum, the fact Danna was doing it definitely sent him over the edge. The sounds the redhead made though as he swallowed were just so pleasing that he started to grow hard again as soon his length fell out of the other's mouth, limp.

"Hmm… your quite a delicacy Dei." Sasori said licking a droplet of the gleaming substance at the corner of his lips.

The blonde blushed claret; the only words his mind was able to process being…

So. God. Damn. Beautiful.

Deidara raised the other and kissed them with hell fire spreading. They even started to slide down the stone wall to the gravel. Sweat lessening the friction, but the blonde knew he would still have scratches. "Fuck me…" he whispered in-between breaths. "Please, un…"

"Of course," the elder smirked. "I hate to keep people waiting, after all."

Lips were replaced by fingers quickly and he took the digits in with welcome. Silvia drenching them easily as he sucked on them. While he worked on the appendages in his mouth, his hands tugged on Sasori's pants, desire and lust drowning his mind.

The redhead compensated though and undid his pants, his boxers soon dropping to the gravel also. Deidara stared at the other's erect member, letting the fingers in his mouth drop out at the sight. God he just wanted to be fucked. But apparently he had no say in the matter… A finger prodded his entrance and began to move. He groaned and forced his body to relax. The second finger entered him and he began to feel uncomfortable as he was stretched. Finally the third finger entered and pain was vaguely creeping up on him. The digits moved in and out, all the while preparing him for something much bigger.

"Think you're ready Dei-chan?" The velvet voice made his shiver in anticipation.

"U… U-un."

The fingers left him and something else started to enter his body. He hissed and raised his hips as high as he could. His ass still wasn't used to this feeling. It was uncomfortable, and almost unsettling. But once he nodded, the elder started to move.

Sasori did so slowly, soon gaining a rhythm that sped up quickly, it only took five thrusts to find the other's prostate. The blonde grabbed onto him, digging his nails into the link between his neck and shoulder blades. He continued to hit that spot, the young man below moaning his name. The walls grew tighter around him in the heat and something started to build up tightly inside of him.

"Danna…" Deidara's voice quivered in a soft whisper, the redhead understanding fully.

The elder started to pump him, the pleasure so immense he only saw white.

"Danna!" He came over their torso's, Sasori coming in three more thrusts.

At first they stilled to catch their breath. Almost to soon though, the elder pulled out of him, gathered their clothes, and guided him into the puppet. He watched as the redhead's fingers twitched, the top of Hiruko closing to the point there was only a sliver of moonlight in the dark. Deidara then curled up against the other's chest, already feeling sleep pressing onto his lids.

But Sasori kept moving. His fingers twitching in an awkward movements until a small compartment in the puppet opened. He pulled out an object and admired it for a moment. Then he took the chain the object was connected to, and slid it over Deidara's neck.

"Hn?" The blonde looked down with sleepy eyes at the was connect to the chain. It was a large, gray stone skeleton key. It was cool to the touch, and at the top was a ruby scorpion, ready to strike. "What's this…?"

"Keep it for eternity, Deidara," Sasori whispered past his ear. "If a time should ever come that this should be used, I'm trusting you with my heart."

"Alright… Danna, un…"

And then Deidara drifted off to sleep, happy his Danna was holding him.