Sasori stretched out, clicking his finger joints. Six, long months since he and Deidara had been paired up. And it was six long months since they last saw any other from Akatsuki. Six long months of doing no missions. Just going around, staying at inns, looking for more Jinchuuriki. And failing, on the most part. They had found a jinchuuriki - and the next day he left on the run, leaving no trail.
Deidara sighed, and exited the inn alongside Sasori. He was tiring of this dull routine, which went something like travel- sleep - travel - sleep. It bored him, and as a result he had produced a lot more "art". Every two dozen sculptures or so he would find a clearing and explode them all at once. It was the only outlet for his frustration, at the moment. He STILL missed Zetsu. No matter how much Sasori kidded and forced jollity, it wasn't the same. Deidara was going mad, too used to "hnn" and "unsure". Sadly, both of these answered the question that plagued him most. "What are we doing now?". Sasori didn't know, and Deidara was damned if he did. Sometimes he wished Itachi would show up to say, but then he remembered Itachi and shivered. He tossed blonde hair idly, realising he had been staring into space for too long. "Un, let's go." He gestured out into the village of Waterfall, and As the schedule went asked "Where to today? Yeah?"
"You think I have a clue?" He rose an eyebrow. "We haven't seen or heard from anyone in the organization. And to be quite honest, I think we've been forgotten about." He looked up, cradling the back of his head in his hands. "Maybe they've decided to give us a vacation."
"Maybe we should head back to HQ?" Deidara had been avoiding there, because staying away from base meant staying away from Rei-sama. But this was ridiculous. Too long without word. The closest they'd got to a slight HINT of the others whereabouts was when they arrived in Sand, to find a woman bleeding to death, impaled on a spike... No other sword could tear STRIPS of flesh like that. No other swordsman would stick his sword into a woman, TWIST, and then pull it out. Deidara had vomited. He hated seeing the dead. Killing was fine, as long as you didn't have to see the bodies. And anyway, that was about four months ago. So he was bored. There were no revelations to be made, nothing left to talk about. Deidara was trapped between a wall and a small man with no heart who knew everything about him. It sucked.
"Maybe." Sasori shifted uncomfortably. "A vacation does sound a lot better, though. To be quite honest, I've never really trusted Rei-sama. He hides his face." He clicked his shoulder, and then his neck. He hated feeling nervous or uncomfortable, and at the moment he was feeling both.
"Well, a vacation to where? It's not like we haven't been everywhere, yeah." Deidara shrugged his pack higher onto his shoulders. "Don't trust Rei-sama, he makes you promise." The last sentence was said softly, and pretty gently. It was toned so Sasori could pretend not to hear it, and Deidara could pretend he didn't say it. "Where do you wanna go? We can actually stay somewhere for a few days, yeah?"
"I guess. But I'd much rather stay at a village without ninja... If we were ever recognized, the ANBU would take longer to get there." Sasori glanced at Deidara. "Where'd you think? We could always go to Konoha... we aren't well known faces there. I don't think. We've only ever encountered Copy Ninja Kakashi and his team of Genin... so if we don't spot any of them, we're fine."
"Yeah, there's a big onsen in konoha!" Deidara smiled faintly. He did love hot springs, though he couldn't remember why. He had abandoned his perkiness about a month ago... Nothing to be excited about anymore. But, this was something new, so it was appreciated, so Deidara put on his happy face. "To Konoha then, yeah!"
"To Konoha." Sasori smiled, turning his gaze ahead, dropping his arms to his sides. He sighed inwardly - Deidara had lost all his happiness, and he blamed himself for it. Infact, he knew he was the problem. Maybe while Deidara was asleep, he could go to HQ and get Deidara back with Zetsu. Jesus, what was he thinking? He's Sasori, evil puppet master, and he's fretting about someone else's happiness.
Deidara kept an even pace, tried not to swing his arms too much. He knew he was acting spoilt. Sasori was being really nice, and he had to ruin things by huffing. He tried to figure out what Sasori was thinking. Probably something about what a pain he was. It's just... Nothing was HAPPENING. Nothing had changed since the first week they'd met. And Deidara still hardly knew Sasori at all. He didn't talk about himself. He pretended to listen to Deidara's story, all of it. It was boring. Everything Deidara had done, he'd done out of curiosity. Maybe he was more childlike in that sense. But curiosity didn't work with Sasori. He would evade questions, or get mad. And Deidara hated being yelled at. He hated silence more, though. This silence. Perhaps Sasori would talk, say something about the weather or surroundings. And Deidara would respond. But they didn't really talk any more. They didn't -connect- anymore. "There's nothing to DOOO, yeah..." Deidara whined. He would put up with the teasing, if it made Sasori smile again.
"Then what do you want to do?" Sasori glanced at Deidara, and could tell by his facial expression he was thinking of the past six months. Where he had been a cold hearted bastard and not said anything. He sighed, looking at the ground ahead with a cloudy expression on his face, his mouth straight, but his eyes shining with something that could be read as happiness, but could be read differently.
It had been a long journey to Konoha, bogged down with silence and unspoked words. The things Deidara was too weary to say, the thoughts that never got past his throat. They buzzed around his head like bored bees, bumping off each other.
As they neared the boundaries of Fire, Deidara finally spoke. "I can describe us now. Can I be brutal, Sasori?"
"Go ahead." Sasori shrugged, his expression deadpan. He clicked his fingers, for about the thousandth time this journey.
Deidara hung his head. "Excuse the expression, yeah..." He shot Sasori a small glance. "It feels like we've been married for five years and I can't please you sexually anymore." He giggled a bit. "I can't think of a better way to describe it, yeah, but do you get what I mean?" Deidara twiddled some hair idly. Sasori rarely did.
Sasori looked at Deidara, smirked, and rose an eyebrow. "Interesting use of expression." He looked ahead again. "I guess I get what you mean. We're friends, and all the conversation is fruitless, and you are getting slightly frustrated because you do actually want to talk. Yet there is nothing to talk about." He looked over at Deidara. "That's what you mean, I hope?"
Deidara's jaw dropped a bit. "Yeah, exactly." He was a bit shellshocked, perhaps Sasori's "people skills" weren't all dead and gone.
"Hnn." He put his hands in his pockets. "I wish I could do something about it, because I guess I feel that way too. But I'm not exactly the talkative type, you've found and I know." He looked over at Deidara. "I know you miss Zetsu, and I'm sorry that we had to be paired up. I'm a heartless git and we both know it."
Deidara stepped a bit closer. "You're not a 'heartless git', un! It's just the way you ARE, yeah. Don't change you." He seemed quite indignant about this, but the rest of his speech was softer, gentler toned. "I do miss Zetsu, but there's nothing I can do, yeah. We were together too long for me to not get attached to him... It's my fault again, yeah. Too clingy, too needy... Yeah, I'm a brat." Deidara scowled slightly.
"You're not a brat. You just want attention. Its the way you ARE." Sasori sent Deidara's own words flying back at him, though not in a horrible tone - more like a tone that was 'you-said-it-so-I'm-saying-it-back-because-its-true' sort of tone. Sasori held out his hand, and grasped Deidara's. "Don't change you."
Deidara sniffed quietly, and squeezed Sasori's hand. He stepped closer. He held his head so hair hung in his eyes, but took a step closer. He wrapped arms around Sasori's waist, rested his face on his shoulder. "Yeah... You understand me." The words came out clumsily, wetly. His face was damp against Sasori's collarbone, he twitched slightly. "That means a lot, yeah..." He made a little gasp sound, and his shoulders twitched again. "Don't know why I'm crying, yeah... Yeah, I'm happy..." Sniff. "Yeah."
Sasori stopped, and wrapped an arm around Deidara, pulling him closer. He tilted Deidara's face upwards, and brushed the hair away from his eyes. He smiled, and wiped away the tears with his finger tips. He then leant forwards, and kissed Deidara softly. "Its alright to cry when you're happy."
Deidara sighed softly. He needed this. An outlet for the pent-up emotion, of course. But also... Rarely in his life had he been gifted with something as innocent as a hug, someone to shush his sobs. He appreciated the gentle contact from the other. "Yeah... Damnit, you're right." He met the others eyes. "You're always right, yeah." He put his head back on the other's shoulder, and sighed. "Sasori-san?"
"Hnn?" Wrapping his left arm around Deidara's waist, he slid his right arm up between Deidara's shoulder blades, rubbing softly. "What?"
"I..." Deidara mumbled... He ran out of voice. He searched for an expression, a word that might help this situation at all. "I really need you, yeah." His voice sounded raw. "need" was a tiny, pathetic word. It fell from Deidara's lips to lay helpless on the floor, clawing at Sasori's leg. Now they were out in the open, Deidara's feelings were useless. Not worth it. An obsession, perhaps. No more than a teenage crush, put together with Deidara's desertion complex. Deidara felt the sobs bubble up again. This wasn't helping. Why couldn't he ignore the buzz of his own selfish thoughts and acknowledge how fucking lovely Sasori was being?
Sasori smiled, placing another kiss on Deidara's lips. "I think..." His tongue licked at Deidara's lower lip. "I think that I might just need you too..."
Deidara flushed, not used to the direct gaze. He was frozen. Life stopped for a few seconds, just to let it sink in. Deidara's chest filled with heat. He was wanted. He pushed back into the kiss, not wanting the soft heat to leave. Not their first kiss, but it was the only one that had mattered. It was amazing, Sasori made him feel pure again. Deidara pushed his thoughts aside, and went back to just enjoying the taste of Akasuna no Sasori.
Sasori pulled back slightly, and pressed his nose against Deidara's. He unwrapped an arm from Deidara's waist, and used the hand to caress his cheek. He smiled, and nuzzled against Deidara.
Deidara closed his eyes almost instantly as fingers brushed his cheek. He blushed further, and tried to keep his face sufficiently covered. He sighed happily, and leant on the other. "Yeah... Promise you won't leave me." He looked up from under his eyelashes slowly. "It's important, yeah."
Sasori sighed happily. "I promise. I won't leave you." He pulled Deidara close into a tight hug. "It's important to me, too." All thoughts of getting Deidara back with Zetsu had vanished. In fact, he had become a Deidara-hog.
Deidara nuzzled again Sasori's neck happily, and mumbled a "yeah". He reached for the others hand. "We should head for Konoha, un. Too long standing around..."
Sasori took Deidara's hand, raising his other hand to stroke Deidara's hair. "Hnn. Maybe we should." He pulled back slightly, and started walking, his thumb rubbing small circles on Deidara's wrist.
Deidara smiled, and blushed slightly. When Sasori started acting so... Sweet, it was only right to be suspicious. He wondered vaguely if the boy of red sands ever changed facial expressions. Wood was hard to bend into a smile, he guessed. He wanted candy. He didn't know why.
Sasori looked over to Deidara and winked, tilting his head to one side. "You can have candy when we get to Konoha, Dei." He grinned, cackling mentally. Oh, it was fun to be able to read expressions like that.
Deidara pouted. "Are you psychic, danna? Or do I just have a sugar face?" He pushed his ponytail back and squeezed Sasori's hand.
"You have a sugar face." Sasori turned his head to Deidara, and nuzzled his ear. "If I did like sweets, I'd say it was good enough to eat."
Deidara blushed indignantly, but he was smiling. "You're scary when you're being cute, yeah." He giggled.
"I am, hnn? Well maybe I can make you scream at some point by continuing." He could almost see Grass village from here - and behind that, the noon sun.
Deidara smirked faintly. "You can make me scream however you want, danna." He blushed, rather surprised he had actually said it.
Sasori chuckled, and released Deidara's hand to snake it around his waist, pulling him closer. "You're cute enough to eat, that's for sure."
Deidara squeaked, but didn't push Sasori away. He put his hand on Sasori's, and sighed. "Where's this come from all of a sudden, danna?" He closed his eyes a little.
"I've kept it all down since I first got to know you. And I would have kept it down for longer if you hadn't said anything. But letting it out is a good thing." He nuzzled Deidara's cheek, a sound that could have been a purr rumbling in his throat.
Deidara blushed deep red, tilting his head back slightly. "Yeah... Danna, this is... Wow. I didn't know, yeah." He rubbed the back of Sasori's hand, trying to ignore the feeling of wood grain against his fingertips.
Sasori leaned in, and kissed Deidara softly. "Of course you didn't. If you did, I would have ended up doing this a very long time ago."
Deidara flushed further, a little shocked. "Danna, I... Yeah..." He couldn't form sentences right anymore. "This is a bit... Whoa." He sighed, and took a deep breath. "I feel the same, yeah." Saying these words took a lot of his energy. Deidara leant on Sasori, chin on his shoulder. "We should get going... Yeah." He turned and started walking, face now seemingly stuck on maroon.
Sasori smirked, and rubbed small circles on Deidara's hip with his thumb. He licked his lips, pulling off a splinter with his teeth. He looked to the sky, and pondered.
Sasori sighed, clicking his shoulders as he walked into the room they had just reserved for two weeks at the hot springs. He pulled off his cloak, folding it and shoving it onto a chair. He shook his head, his hair going (for lack of a better term) floofy and feathered over his eyes. Pushing it away, he sat down on his cloak and clicked his shoulders. Again.
Deidara followed into the room. He sighed, kicking off his shoes and cloak. He flopped facedown onto the bed, and grumbled. "Yeah, I am never walking that far that fast again..." He spoke all of this into the mattress, but it was audible enough.
Sasori chuckled. "Maybe you should get some sleep." He was suddenly at the bed, looming over Deidara with a somewhat psychotic smirk on his face.
Deidara grunted ominously into the fabric that stretched across his nose. "I plan to, yeah." His legs straightened a little, and his hands made small fists, gripping the duvet. He yawned, and curled a little.
Sasori lid down onto the mattress, and lay down beside him, putting his cheek against Deidara's shoulder and closing his heavy-lidded eyes. "Night, Dei-chan..."
Deidara hummed in retort. (The sound is close enough to "un", I guess) He didn't roll over, just fell asleep near enough to instantly. He let out a few sleepy mumbles, and shuffled back a little.
Sasori woke at the tiny strand of light that emitted from behind the blinds. It was right on his eyes, and his finely carved eyelids were too thin to block out the light. He shifted away from the light, and clicked his shoulders. He grumbled, and stood up, stretching his wings and arms out to their fullest.
Deidara sighed, and mumbled some more nonsense. He gripped the bedclothes tighter, and let out a little whimper. His hair made for a nice curtain from the sun, helpfully.
Sasori rolled his eyes, and held up two freezing cold fingers. He peeled back a part of the bed clothes, and pressed them to Deidara's back.
Deidara jumped and squeaked. He pouted in protest, and blinked wearily over his shoulder. "Sasori-danna?" He yawned. "Whassat for, yeah?" The words fell clumsily from his lips. Deidara was obviously still asleep, despite the sudden shock of cold.
Sasori poked Deidara's shoulder. "Come on. Its morning." He sat down next to Deidara, and pressed his fingers to the back of Deidara's neck instead. "Wake up and get up!"
Deidara moaned, and wiggled in protest. "Like, six am..." He stretched slightly. "Still tired, yeah." He blinked a lot and pouted, obviously trying to make himself look cute. "Deidei wants to sleep more, danna" He pushed an arm across Sasori to rub at his hip, laying down resting his head on the other's stomach full o' wires. "Another hour? Please, yeah?"
"No. Up. And its 9am. So you have no excuse." Sasori blatantly ignored the cute looks he was being given, looking Deidara in the eye and hoping that he would eventually give up. "Come on, its a hot springs! We have our own personal tub!"
Deidara moaned again, nuzzling into the metal grating at his skin. "But that means getting up... Yeah, I'm still tired. I don't wanna move. Ten more minutes, yeah? Please?" He made a little noise, which could possibly just be to show how cute he was.
"I'll pick you up, then, and shove you in fully clothed! Hot springs will wake you up!" Sasori sighed. One more attack of cuteness and he'd probably just squeal and cuddle Deidara until he choked of air loss.
Deidara pouted, but sat up obediently. "Yeah, yeah..." He scratched the back of his head, and sighed. He raked his hair back, yawning again. "Fine, I'm up..." He slung his legs lazily over the side of the mattress, and staggered into the bathroom. Perhaps a little melodramatic, but it worked.
Sasori sighed, and lay back on the bed, snuggling backwards and waiting for Deidara to finish. Bathing alone wasn't fun. He made a small squeaking noise as he sat up again, for no particular reason.
Deidara gargled loudly, ignoring the foamy water that slopped down his front soaking his t-shirt. He doubted he would need it today anyway, he shrugged idly. He spat white, and with wet hands attempted to scrub sleep out of his eyes. He wasn't going to bother washing, they were going to a bathhouse... But he looked quite dead this morning. Deidara scrubbed at his chin wearily, glad he didn't need to shave. He had that horrible unclean feeling most people get with a hangover. Still, he took off his wet shirt and returned to the bedroom trying not to yawn.
"Yawn if you want to. You look tired. But hot springs will clear that up." Sasori's cheery aura was back, and he was smiling. "The tub's through there." He pointed to a large, oak sliding door to their right. "You first!"
Deidara hesitated a little, put off by Sasori's sudden joy. "You just wanna get me naked, yeah.." He sighed, raked a hand through his hair, and placed a hand on the door. He slid fingers around the catch, and pulled. They did indeed have their own tub, in its own little garden. Towels sat beside it, and a bottle of Sake. There were paving slabs serving as stepping stones sitting amongst the pebbles that covered the floor. Deidara looked straight at Sasori. "Yeah, how much did this COST?" He said, obviously still in awe. He made a humming noise. "Free Sake, yeah? Cool." He took a step onto the gravel nervously, and shrugged. "Nice out, yeah."
"I don't know how much it cost, to be quite honest. I just cast a genjutsu over some leaves, left it on the counter and they put us in here." He shrugged, and pulled off his shirt, trousers and boxers, folding them up and putting them at the end of the bed before walking past Deidara, and slipping down into the tub. He let out a long sigh, and looked up at Deidara. "Coming?"
Deidara blushed a little, but then grinned. "Yeah." He wandered ever closer to the waters edge, kicked off his shorts and sat down lightly. "Eek... I feel really dumb for saying this, yeah... But, YEAH, it's hot." He giggled uselessly, and tugged all of his hair into a handful, wrapping it into a bundle that sat on his shoulders. He lay back. "This was a good idea, yeah..." He was trying not to stare at Sasori. Oh well, where else was he meant to look? And the blush was from the steam on his face, of course.
Sasori wrapped his arm around Deidara's shoulders, the other slipping down to grip Deidara's hip. He grinned, and nuzzled Deidara's ear softly.
Deidara went magenta. "So much for subtlety, yeah." He leant against Sasori, glad for the heat from the water. It disguised how cold Sasori actually was. He tilted his head back and sighed. He thought longingly of the free sake.
Sasori rubbed small circles on Deidara's hip with his thumb, whilst his stomach wires slowly snaked out to the sake, gripping it tightly before hovering beside Deidara's shoulder, next to Sasori's hand. He took it, and the cups somehow appeared from nowhere as he poured the alcohol. He held out a cup to Deidara. "Enjoy."
Deidara took the glass, a little scared. "Yeah." He knocked back a shot, the familiar burn soothing him somewhat. He tried very hard to ignore Sasori's trailing hand, and sighed. The water was too hot, and his shoulders were freezing. Damn. "Anything to talk about?" Deidara mused aloud, trying to think away from idle flirting.
"I don't know." Sasori drank his own sake slowly, watching Deidara's expressions change. He frowned, then relaxed into a smile.
Deidara took the bottle and poured another glass. He drank it as quickly as he could, and surprised himself by not coughing and choking on the alcohol. "Mmm... Yeah." He wiggled down a little, so the water lapped at his collarbone. "Nicer here, yeah."
Sasori snuggled closer, resting his chin on Deidara's shoulder. The arm that was once around his shoulders had snaked down to his hips, and his fingers were stroking softly, pausing to rub.
Deidara put his hand on Sasori's, tracing small spirals on it lightly. It felt weird under the water. With the other hand, Deidara chucked another shot down his throat. He planned to get as drunk as possible on half a bottle of sake. He blinked and looked up under his eyelashes at Sasori cutely, and stuck out his tongue. "...Yeah."
Sasori placed his lips on Deidara's, and pressed his tongue into his mouth, exploring. His eyes remained open to watch Deidara's expression change - he found it interesting to look at Deidara's face when he did different things.
Deidara kissed back happily, the taste of Sasori mixing nicely with bitter booze. Blood was rushing to his cheeks, but he barely noticed. He twisted his arm up to rest on Sasori's chest, stroking lightly at the odd chakra-plug thing. The touch against the others flesh made him twitch a little, as though snapping out of a daydream. His eyes shot open, but closed again at the dull grey of Sasori's irises. He blushed further, like a child caught stealing sweets. He whimpered slightly, but the pressure in their lip lock hardly lessened.
Sasori smirked, drawing back and nuzzling his nose against Deidara's. "You do know I love you, don't you, Dei-chan...?" He whispered softly. His hands slid further down Deidara's torso, and they came to rest on his ass - not exactly groping, but not doing nothing either.
Deidara's face froze slightly, he tensed a little. He went deathly pale. He shook his head lightly, and took a deep breath. "U" His voice faltered. This wasn't meant to happen! God damn it, why did he have to get feelings mixed up in this? "Un." He said quietly, willing the tears away. They all said that. And then you woke up bleeding and crying. He forced a smile. "You too, Sasori-sama."
Sasori smiled, and leaned forward to nibble on Deidara's ear. "My little artist..." It sounded so strange to him to proclaim something as his, especially a living person that he felt so strongly about. The tension in Deidara's body, and the pale skin tone told him of Deidara's fear, the forced smile telling him that maybe, just maybe, he didn't mean it... Love? Pah, what was he on?
Deidara shook a little at the possessive pronoun. He was Sasori's, just like he was Itachi's, just like all the others. He growled slightly, realising how annoying he was being. The hell, sex was sex. Why ruin it with emotion? Though to be fair, Sasori started it. Despite his mind overworking with these complexities, he did tremble when Sasori's breathe echoed right into his ear. He purred softly, thankful that his eyes were still dry.
Sasori frowned. The shake and the tremble had different meanings. The tremble... from his breath. The shake, from fear... or possibly anger? "Fear, or anger?" He breathed into Deidara's ear. "For once... I can't figure it out. Maybe there is more I need to discover out you, Dei-chan."
"Sasori-san... Un, I..." Deidara's head drooped. Hopefully it was just the alcohol that made him so morose. "There's a lot about me you don't know, yeah, that..." Now his eyes were wet, just like his legs were wet. "I'd rather forget, yeah." He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hand. "I always ruin things for people... Un..." He sniffed.
"You haven't ruined anything for me, Dei-chan..." Sasori blinked, and half-closed his already heavy-lidded eyes. 'Or don't I count as a person?' He pulled Deidara closer into a hug, and nuzzled his cheek softly.
Deidara silently willed his whining quiet, and placed butterfly kisses along Sasori's neck. "Sorry... Un.." It was more of a whimper than a word, his voice was slowly melting away. He placed his hand back on Sasori's chest, fingers moving softly. He held himself the same though, almost hunched into a bow of apology.
"There's nothing for you to be apologizing for, Dei-chan..." Sasori purred, his fingers rubbing at Deidara's back. "Nothing at all..."
Deidara hung his head slightly and mumbled something, but leant across and kissed Sasori's cheek anyway. He drank sake from the bottle, not caring to look for his glass anymore. He sighed easily. It was working, he was forgetting. He giggled stupidly, and put the (near empty) bottle down, and grabbed Sasori's chin. This kiss was nothing like the last, this was searching and desperate and tasted too strongly of the drink.
Sasori frowned, but willingly pressed back into the kiss, his tongue running along Deidara's. He leant against the edge of the bath, and pulled Deidara slightly closer, his hands linked at Deidara's lower back.
Deidara lifted one of his legs across, and sat in Sasori's lap. He grinned, and resumed the (rather violent) kiss. His other hand rubbed lightly at the coarse wood of Sasori's back. His fingertips danced across, as though he was trying to ignore the grain of wood.
Sasori growled, and bit down softly on Deidara's lips, and dug his nails into his back. He met Deidara's eyes, his eyes blank, looking at the hazel ones that were glazed - drunken eyes. He tried to ignore it as he leant against the blonde, his tongue dancing.
Deidara purred lightly into the kiss, fingertips still feathering across Sasori's chest. He shut his eyes, applying a little more pressure with his tongue. One of his hands was fisting in Sasori's hair now, rubbing the nape and smoothing tangles out of the red.
Sasori growled, and pulled back slightly. Not even saying anything, he lifted Deidara up and onto his erection, pressing softly on his hips.
Deidara jolted, as expected. His eyes snapped open, and the hand in Sasori's hair pulled hard, too hard. He bit his lip, obviously in an attempt to muffle his scream, but his teeth passed right through the flesh. With bloody lips and leaking eyes, he let out a cry. "ITACHI-SAMAAA!"
Sasori stopped, and glared. "Itachi?" His cold expression turned into one of pure anger. He pushed Deidara off him, and pushed him backwards into the water, standing up himself and storming back into the bedroom, shoving on his clothes and wiping his lips with a towel.
Deidara lay backwards, and didn't shut his eyes until he landed softly on the bottom of the pool. His mouth was leaving a trail of bubbles and red-stained water. When you're drunk, bad things happen in slow motion. It seemingly took ten minutes for him to run out of air, somehow not floating in the spring water. He felt empty, stupid and used. With the usual drunk miserable logic, he realised he was. Perhaps he was crying, but he couldn't tell underwater.
Sasori slammed the door shut, heading out into the morning sun. To escape. He wiped his lips again, and glared at everyone in passing. Some ninja looked at him oddly, like they had seen him before but just couldn't place it. They let him pass, anyway, and he stormed into the nearest sake bar, ordering in mutters to a waitress who looked rather shocked, but served him anyways.
Deidara lay in the water. Maybe it had been warm once, but now it felt cold. Everything felt cold. He blew one last bubble, and let the hazy bubble of unconsciousness swallow him.
Sasori, after finishing several bottles of sake, felt how he assumed 'drunk' was described - somewhat shit. He stumbled out of the bar, then shook his head and tried to walk in a straight line. Failing, but hey, who could blame him. He walked in his curvy walk back to his room, where he collapsed on the floor against the bed. He glared at everything, and then noticed the absence of Deidara. He looked through the open screen door, and sure enough, he could see him floating. He sighed. Drunkenness obviously didn't last long on him, because he managed to get up and walk through the screen doors. He knelt at the pool, and grasped for Deidara's wrists. He pulled out the unconscious blonde from the water, and carried him through to the bedroom, dumping him on the bed and covering him with the covers. He frowned at the sleeping Deidara, and the shook his head, sitting on the end of the bed, so as to avoid any vomiting from the earlier drunkenness.
Deidara twitched, but he didn't wake. He rolled onto his side and coughed up a lot of water. This seemed to make him feel a lot better, and he curled up, scrunching the duvet around him. He was now basically lying in his own sick, but sleeping people don't care about such things.
Sasori grimaced at the coughing noise, and rested his chin on his collarbone, closing his heavy lidded eyes. He remained conscious, however, and pondered over Deidara's earlier cry of 'Itachi-sama'. He frowned, and ground his teeth. Goddamn Uchiha.
Deidara sat up heavily, hair matted to the side of his face. There was something slimy and sluggish in his mouth, and it was hardly relieving to realise it was his tongue. Everything tasted of poison, and he seemed stuck to the bed sheets. He attempted a casual "un", but it came out like rubbing sandpaper down a blackboard.
Sasori looked up to the sound, and narrowed his eyes. "Go and get washed up." He growled, pushing himself up to his feet, glaring at the blonde.
Deidara peeled his body from the under sheet, and lurched into the bathroom. He shut the door, went to take his boxers off, and realised he wasn't wearing any. He shrugged, fell into the bath and kicked the shower on. It rained cheerfully on him, while he gurgled and pried hair from his cheeks and tried to remember the last night.
Sasori sighed, and proceeded to change the wet bed sheets. Once he was finished, he sat down again to think, yet again, about the thing that had kept him up all night. 'Why Itachi?'
Deidara lay in the bath for quite a long time, never feeling quite clean enough. He had a terrible feeling he'd fucked up somewhere. He recognized the gross taste in his mouth. Bile, and sake. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sake? Why the hell did he drink sake? Last time he drank sake he woke up wearing a brides veil under Kisame's bed. He took a mouthful of the shower-water, and gargled with it. He repeated this, but the sick taste, the disgusting feeling still in his mouth, clinging to his skin. His hair was defying Deidara's hangover, and continuing to glint, the buttery blonde growing only brighter when wet. Deidara himself, if he dared face a mirror, would find himself with one hell of a swollen lip, dark circles under his eyes and grey skin. He rolled onto his back, turned the heat up and tried to remember... Well, him and Sasori were flirting. That couldn't lead to the cold shoulder and this horrible, drained feeling, could it? He felt like crying. Maybe he was.
Sasori came to the conclusion that he wasn't good enough for anyone. Maybe he should just go back to sand and dance in front of the Kazekage monument. See what the hell they'd do then. Either that, or he could find Itachi and punch him. Then Kisame would rip him to bits. Both somewhat gory. Sasori sighed. 'Why the hell am I thinking of ways to commit gory suicide?'
Deidara could only remember a kiss... And then more sake. And now he was here, drowning in a lukewarm shower. Maybe he should ask Sasori? He sat up, not bothering to push all of his hair out of his face, and spoke softly. "Sasori-san? I've done something stupid, yeah?" His voice sounded like death. So much for hot springs doing wonders to your health. Even his hand mouth's teeth hurt.
"More than stupid. More than hysterically idiotic." Sasori snarled, appearing in the doorway to glare. "You decided to think of Itachi while we were having sex, and ended up letting the whole hot springs know how much you love him."
Deidara went white under the grey. He rolled onto his front again, and turned the taps on. Maybe he could drown himself. He blocked the plug with his fist, and tried not to cry. The water that splashed into his face and pooled around him was far too hot, but it didn't really matter. There wasn't really a reply to that.
Sasori leaned forwards, and turned off the taps. He pulled Deidara upright, and glared at him. "Right. I'm going to put some rules in place here. I'm never, EVER, giving you sake again. EVER. Understood?"
Deidara was crying, but he doubted Sasori would notice. "U-" His voice trembled. At the moment, he would rather be in bed with sodding Orochimaru than talking to Sasori. "Un." He nodded dumbly. He kept his fist in place, and wondered why Sasori was intervening.
Sasori wiped the tears from Deidara's face. "And try not to think of Itachi the next time, hnn?" He ran a hand through Deidara's hair. "I'm not just a little sex toy you can throw into the corner when you decide you don't like it anymore." He purred into Deidara's ear, crouching beside the bath.
At Sasori's words, Deidara shook. His face burnt red, and his head dropped. His lips formed a few words, but no sound came out. He sat there, trembling. His spine was held rigidly, and his nails were slowly raking bloody gashes in his thighs. He dug his teeth into the deep chunk missing from his lip, making it bleed again. He didn't speak, just whimpered a little.
Sasori wiped the blood that was starting to bleed down Deidara's chin away, and pulled his nails from his thighs. "There's no need for blood, Dei-chan. You'll turn the water red." He cupped Deidara's cheek, and pulled his face towards him. He leant forward, pressing his nose against Deidara's. "Crimson." He purred.
Deidara flinched slightly at Sasori's touch. "Yeah..." He sighed, meeting Sasori's eyes. "You don't know anything about me." His hands wiggled free from Sasori's grasp. "But, yeah, no one does." He twined fingers with the other, and kissed Sasori softly and somewhat chastely on the lips. Oddly demure considering their previous mishaps Cue cut scene involving kissing, cross-dressing, cuddling, etc.
Sasori smiled, and nuzzled Deidara's cheek with his nose. Well, he would stroke his cheek, but his hands were occupied. "You don't know anything about me." He kissed Deidara again. "Well, I guess no-one does either. Maybe not knowing anything about each other is a good thing?"
Deidara sighed. "If you knew certain things about me..." He giggled lightly. "Yeah, I'd probably kill you." He reached for the shampoo. "Why do I feel like I went to sleep coated in glue, yeah?"
"You vomited. And I couldn't be assed to clean it up." Sasori took the shampoo from Deidara, and squirted a small lump onto Deidara's head. He began to massage the shampoo in with his fingertips, running it through the long, butter yellow strands.
Deidara sighed, relaxing slightly as his scalp was rubbed lightly. He loved having his hair washed. He was still slightly too attached to reality. There was something he had to say. "Sasori-san? You know me and Itachi's, um, relationship, yeah?" He closed his eyes and blushed slightly. "That's happened with Zetsu, Leader-sama and Kisame. So I think I understand being "thrown into the corner", yeah." He wasn't crying, which surprised him. "Also, yeah..." He cleared his throat. "This might be a nail in our coffin, but I love you too, un."
Sasori smiled, and kissed Deidara's cheek softly. "You know I love you." He finished rubbing in the shampoo, so picked up a small jug, filling it with warm water and pouring it over Deidara's head, rinsing out the suds and shielding his eyes from the soap.
Deidara grinned. He could float off now, high as a kite, happy for once. Sasori made him happy. It had taken far too long to realise that. "Yeah!" He said, the bounce returning to his voice, but the croak ruining it slightly. "After this, yeah, I need tea."
"I think you do, Dei-chan." Sasori chuckled, rinsing Deidara's hair again. "It'll probably rinse out the horrible sake taste in your mouth too."
Deidara grinned. "Anything, I'd drink Kisame's piss if it got rid of the sake taste. I never want to drink sake again, yeah." He pouted. "Will you bring me some? I don't wanna get out yet, yeah." Puppy-dog eyes never failed Deidara before, he doubted they would now.
Sasori rolled his eyes, grinning as he stood up to walk into the small kitchen-like thing. He pulled out the teabags, and started to boil some water in the kettle. He pulled out a mug, and waited for the water to boil.
Deidara stood up, shook bubbles from his hands, and (quietly as possible) crept into the bedroom. He lay casually across the mattress, hooked one arm behind his head and grinned. This was the good kind of waiting, he thought. Good thing the heater was turned up full-blast, as he was still soaked.
Sasori poured the boiled water onto the teabag, and stirred it quickly. He hooked out the teabag, flinging it somewhere behind him, and took it through, planning to walk to the bathroom. Until, of course, he saw Deidara sprawled on the bed. He glanced down at the tea. "Do you still want this?"
Deidara smiled. "Yeah..." He wiggled across a bit, and gestured for Sasori to come closer. "Not like you wanna kiss while I taste like Zetsu's feet, yeah."
Sasori was suddenly at the bed, and handing Deidara his tea as he sat down. "I dont want to know what Zetsu's feet smell like, really. I'm guessing not like some of the sweetest smelling foliage."
Deidara blew on the tea lightly, and sipped it delicately. "They don't smell bad..." He took another sip. "Un, they just taste like anyone's feet would after walking nineteen miles in open toe sandals, yeah." He held the cup in both hands and drank deeply. When he lowered the cup again, he grinned. "You make good tea, yeah." He set the empty mug on the side table.
"Thank you." Sasori edged closer, and then kissed Deidara softly, pressing down on his chest so he was lying down again and Sasori was on top of him.
Deidara sighed sweetly, and wrapped his arms around Sasori's back. He rubbed softly, wiggling slightly so he wasn't pulling his hair so much. He searched for something witty to say, but no words were really needed. He purred gently instead.
Sasori pried open Deidara's lips with his tongue, which he slipped into his mouth. A slow, content noise in the base of his throat rippled out. He held himself up with one arm, the other he used to start getting his shirt off.
Deidara mewled eagerly, all too happy to help rip Sasori's shirt over his head violently. He pressed back into the kiss, nibbling gently at Sasori's lip. He rubbed along the others back, ignoring the roughness of wood. His hands idly walked to Sasori's waist, and fingers abandoned tact and tugged impatiently at the buttons of his fly.
Sasori smirked, and slid his unbuttoned trousers down his legs, kicking them off. He bit down softly on Deidara's upper lip, enough to hurt slightly but not to break the skin.
Deidara tried (and failed) to muffle a moan. His hands travelled to stroke at Sasori's ass happily. The world was getting sticky and far too hot. Sasori's warm breath blowing across his cheeks wasn't exactly unpleasant, however. He shook his hair out of his face.
Sasori purred, pulling away from the kiss to leave a trail along his jaw, his fingers ghosting along Deidara's sides. He ground his hips against Deidara's, his boxers still proving to be a barrier.
Deidara groaned softly in response to the contact. He pushed Sasori away with a hand to his chest. A tongue slurped happily at the chakra-plug in place on the right side of Sasori's chest. He kissed around the stomach wires, and wrapped fingers around Sasori's length. He glanced up at Sasori, and grinned. He leant his face in slightly, and licked the tip almost curiously.
Sasori gasped, his hands gripping Deidara's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly. He made a small, strangled noise, and panted slightly.
Deidara grinned, and let the tongue on his palm dampen the underside of Sasori's cock. He lowered his head further, taking the head into his mouth. He probed into the slit with his tongue, and pondered vaguely how Sasori could feel it. He hummed, hoping the vibrations would be appreciated.
Sasori gasped, his nails digging in deep enough to draw blood. He moaned throatily, panting. "Ah..." He gasped at the new sensations, shuddering.
Deidara willed his gag reflex into submission, and took Sasori deeper into his mouth. He let his teeth graze the flesh lightly, and moved his tongue to salve the heated length. He took deep breaths through his nose, and bobbed his head back up. He took a sly glance at Sasori's face Contorted and graced with the closest Sasori will ever get to a blush and pushed back down again. He repeated this a few times, loving the noises the other made.
Sasori gave another throaty moan, removing his nails from Deidara's shoulders to slide them up into his hair, fisting the damp locks. "Ahh... Dei-chan..." He panted, tilting his head back as he savoured the sensation.
Deidara continued this, deciding it was the most effective. He tasted the salty bitterness of precome on his tongue and grinned wickedly. He cupped Sasori's balls with his left hand, using teeth and tongue to assault Sasori further. Sasori's hand pulling his hair hurt a little, but it was worth it for those sinful moans.
"Gah... ahh..." He ground his teeth together, and let out another throaty moan. Lights danced before his eyes, making him gasp further. "Gah... Dei..." He pulled softly at Deidara's hair, shuddering.
Deidara (without thinking) chuckled. He mentally shrugged it off, deciding any extra stimulation was a good thing. He pulled back fully, and moved a hand to grasp Sasori. He pumped hard, and grinned wickedly. "Come for me."
Sasori moaned, shuddering. He panted heavily, then yelled out as he came, his hands fisting and tugging at Deidara's hair. As he (slowly) calmed down, he released Deidara's hair and let his fingers ghost down his sides. "Dei-chan..." He kissed Deidara softly, licking at his lips.
Deidara lapped softly at Sasori's tongue, ignoring the white stickiness that now coated his hands and most of Sasori's abdomen. He lay beside Sasori, eyes heavy lidded. Making sure the other was watching, he sucked his finger. "...Yeah." He said, lips twisted into a devilish smile.
Sasori growled, and rolled onto Deidara, placing a more forceful kiss on his lips, nipping softly. "I don't think I'm quite satisfied yet."
Deidara moaned in appreciation. He winked lightly, and placed a hand on Sasori's chest. "WhatEVER will you do to me, yeah?" He rolled his hips, his way of saying 'I'm fucking dying here, yeah'.
Sasori grinned, shifting position so that he was sitting down. He pulled Deidara onto his lap, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I'm not doing all the goddamned work... Yeah." Deidara decided to be unhelpful as fuck, and just kissed back passionately.
"I didnt say you had to, did I?" Sasori tilted Deidara forwards, hooking his arms through Deidara's legs. He grinned, sliding himself in slowly.
Deidara let out a cry as Sasori entered him, but he willed himself still. Relax, he told himself, and we might be able to walk tomorrow. His legs gave a twang of protest as they were pushed to his chest, but he ignored it. He blushed, and shut his eyes. He moaned again throatily. "Yeah..."
Sasori chuckled, burying himself in fully before pulling out almost completely. He didnt continue, and instead smirked at Deidara. "I haven't heard you call me danna for a while... Call me Danna..." He cooed.
Deidara was flat on his back, face flushed, lips swollen. He gasped in cool air, and tried to still the spinning of the world around him. "U-" his voice broke slightly. "Un... Sasori-danna..." He thrust shallowly back onto Sasori, body wailing at the sudden absence. "Don't stop, yeah."
Sasori purred softly. "I didnt hear that..." He pushed in slightly, his hands moving so he could stroke Deidara's sides. He grinned devilishly, and winked. "Say it louder..."
Deidara pouted, sore lips contorting into a frown. "Danna…" He gasped at the air again, like he was suffocated by the oxygen. "Un… Please don't stop…" His hands fisted pathetically in the bed sheets, and he whimpered again.
Sasori smirked, and pulled out more. "I can't hear you..." He purred. "Say it again..."
Deidara bit his lower lip, growling in frustration. He threw his head back, sweet dripping into his eyes. "FOR FUCKS SAKE, YEAH! FINISH IT, DANNA" His throat hurt from screeching, and they would probably be in trouble with the hotel owners, but it was worth it for that second where Sasori wore a slightly bewildered expression.
Sasori chuckled, pressing himself back in. "Good Dei-chan..." He thrust out, and back in again, repeating it while smiling down at Deidara, whose hair had splayed out, making a large ring of yellow around his head, like a halo.
Deidara purred happily, his hips moving slightly to deepen Sasori's motions. He twisted slightly, hands moving from tearing the duvet to pieces to raking at Sasori's hips. "Un..." He groaned, smiling and blushing like a moron.
Sasori grinned, grabbing hold of Deidara's erection and rubbing it in time to his thrusts. He tilted his head forwards, starting to pant with the sensation.
He let out another small cry, throat feeling raw. Deidara tried to keep his hips still, and that took pretty much all of his concentration. His hands were biting and scratching deep holes in the wood of Sasori's hips.
Sasori ran his free hand along Deidara's chest, the combination of a growl and a moan coming from the base of his throat.
Deidara hissed, finally breaking slightly. He thrust up hard into Sasori's hand, screaming a little. "Yeah, that's good..." The tone of his voice was a little off. He'd gone from screeching like a madman to whispering like a whore. "...Danna.."
Sasori tilted his head back slightly, still managing to keep his gaze on Deidara. "Ahh... Dei-chan..." He moaned, grinding his teeth together, the speed of his thrusts gaining.
Deidara looked through his eyelashes at Sasori, grinning. He tried to ignore the near-painful throbbing of his erection, and just moaned as Sasori quickened. He met the others (eerily) calm gaze with hazed eyes, and forced his lips to form a few simple words. "Harder, un."
Sasori's head nodded forwards again, his calm gaze starting to glaze over. He drove in harder, stroking Deidara's erection with the same pace and force. He bit his lip, his teeth leaving dents. He made a strangled noise, and saw white as he spilled his seed into Deidara. He moaned, hunching over slightly, panting heavily. His trembling fingers held onto Deidara's erection, still stroking rapidly, although his thrusts had stopped.
Deidara restarted his screaming as he felt sticky heat inside him, and flopped back onto the bed. Flashes of light obscured his vision as he came messily over his stomach and Sasori's hand. He tugged at the others shoulder, pulling Sasori on top of him. He sighed. "...Un."
Sasori smiled, kissing Deidara's cheek. He untangled his arms from Deidara's legs, and wrapped them around his waist.
Deidara leant into the cuddle, sighing. He rested his head against Sasori's chest, and made a little happy mumble. "Danna." He grinned.
Sasori grinned back, one hand going up to stroke Deidara's hair. "Dei-chan..." He kissed the top of Deidara's head, purring. "I love you."
Deidara smoothed circles onto Sasori's prosthetic chest with his index finger, sighing. He trembled a little again at the words, but smiled again. "...Un."
AN/ HOORAH! Merry SasoDei Christmas to everyone!