AN/ Sasori's POV in this chapter, changing to Deidara's about ¾ of the way through. Beware of the non-graphic yaoi in this chapter.
I woke up with the sun on my face. I looked at the clock. A minute to midday. Then I looked at the calendar. Sunday. I breathed a sigh of relief, and snuggled down into my pillows. Then the phone rang, and I had to get up. I did, and grabbed the phone, grunting down the line.
"That's no way to treat your cousin." Snapped a voice down the other end. I groaned.
"Temari, please… I just got up…"
"I've been calling for over two hours! And I was calling all last night! Where were you?"
"I was out. And why have you been calling?"
"To check that you weren't dead. Where abouts were you?"
"I was hanging around the block of flats." White lies are so fun.
"Doing what?"
"Swapping spit with various people. Then I went to the hospital and found out I had TSB." A soft gasp down the phone told me I had hit my mark. The phone slammed down onto its hook, and I chuckled to myself. I went and put toast in the toaster, and sat on the kitchen bench, thinking about last night's events. Comforting a sobbing Deidara, then making out with Deidara who was no longer crying, and then coming home. The doorbell rang as soon as the toast popped out of the toaster. I kept it in the toaster, and went to answer the door. I opened it up, and waved a black glove through the door.
"Don't come in, I have TSB!"
"TSB? What the fuck is TSB?" I heard Itachi's voice. I pulled the glove out of the door, and put the chain on.
"It's a disease. Piss off, you aren't wanted."
"What, you have something to hide?"
"No. How are things with Kisame?" I said this knowing it would wind him up.
"Not very well."
"That's nice. Well, at the moment you are making my breakfast go cold. Goodbye." I slammed the door in his face before going back to the kitchen, taking a large bite out of the toast. I yawned, and the phone rang again. Holding the toast in my mouth, I walked up to the phone. I picked it up, and grunted. There was a long shuddering breath down the other line. I frowned, and took a bite out of the toast, chewing and swallowing.
"Hello?" Another shuddering breath, then a cough. "Hello?" I heard someone take the phone from whoever was breathing, and then a voice.
"Sasori?"
"Yeah… who is this?"
"Sasuke." Ahh. Should have guessed.
"Whatcha want, lolly?"
Sasuke growled. "Have you seen Deidara recently?"
"Uh… last I saw him was at his flat… Why?"
"I have some business with him." The phoneline went dead. And then I realized.
'I just hope that Sasuke doesn't get a twisted story if he finds Naruto…'
"Shit."
I ran down the street as fast as I could, and sprinted up the stairs, taking three at a time. I came to Deidara's flat. I rang the doorbell several times, and a blonde haired woman who I recognized as Deidara's mother came to the door.
"Oh, hello. If you're looking for Deidara, he just went out…"
"With who?"
"A blonde haired girl with bunches… why?"
"Urgent… I need to find him." I sprinted back down the stairs again, ignoring Deidara's mother. I went straight to the park, and found him sitting on a bench with Temari. He ran up to him, panting. Temari edged away from me, horrified.
"Deidara, you've gotta get back to mine…"
"Nuh-uh."
"What? Look, we need to get away from Sasuke, he'll hurt you!"
"I have TSB."
"WHAT?" I spluttered.
"From you." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Temari, you are such an IDIOT, I just wanted to get rid of you!" Temari breathed out in a huff, standing up and stomping away. Deidara looked up at me with a questioning look.
"Temari called me, so I told her I had TSB just to get rid of her." Deidara rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"What was that about Sasuke?"
"Um… You know that you said he might get a twisted story from Naruto?"
"…Yeah…?"
"I think he has."
I was lying on my couch, the verge of dosing off, before I felt something tickle my cheek. I cracked my eyes open, and saw Deidara, his nose brushing against the hairs on my cheek. I smiled, turning my head towards the back of the couch. I felt Deidara's arms snake around his waist, and he shivered comfortably as he snuggled up behind me. His chin rested in the crook of my neck, his cheek pressing against mine. Then I realized something. His hair was meant to be pressing against my cheek. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, but all I could see was a shock of blonde hair. I turned around, wrapping my arms around Deidara and pulling him to my chest. I sighed happily, and heard Deidara giggling into my shirt. Smiling, I dozed off.
When I woke up, Deidara was still lying in my arms. I kissed the top of his head, nuzzling him with my nose. I heard and felt him moan. I felt the urge to moan with him – I wanted him to moan again. Jesus, what am I thinking? Okay, time to set down a vow. I'm not going to do anything to him unless he starts it. Okay, now that vow starts in three… two…
Deidara slithered upwards, and began to nibble on my bottom lip. There goes my vow. I pressed my lips against his, and several minutes later I was sitting up, with Deidara on my lap. Just like the first time we kissed. I ran my tongue over his lips, making him whimper. His hands ran down my body, making me whimper in return. We muffled our pleasure with each other's lips, clumsily placing our hands in places we had never touched before. That even I hadn't done, which is quite unnerving considering that Deidara had only had his first kiss yesterday and I had had my first kiss several years back, and lost my virginity about a year ago. Now that I look on it, it does seem strange… I had never even thought about it before. But then again, I had been uke…
Deidara had unbuttoned my jeans, and was teasingly pulling down the zip. I bit down my whimpers, and undid his trousers, slipping them off him. I stood up, picking him up. I kicked off my trousers, and carried him into my bedroom, lying him down on the bed. I pulled off my shirt as he pulled off his, and I practically collapsed on top of him, licking his lips and biting his collarbone, sucking at his neck. He gasped at every new touch, moaning and arching his back. I grinned wickedly, and he saw this.
"Stop teasing me…" He moaned, in a mock-angry tone. It didn't really work, because he just… isn't scary. He's too girly to be scary. But what am I going on about, I was uke for half a year – that never changed. Itachi and his stupid seme-ness… He looks more like a girl than I do, therefore he should be uke. But who am I kidding – I am seme now. Nothing is changing that. Deidara moaned and gasped as I sent him into painful yet pleasure oblivion. He bit back his screams, turning his knuckles white on the bed sheets and the mattress. He gave up gripping that, and clung to me instead, raking his nails into my back. I could feel blood running down my back, but I didn't really care. To have him moaning beneath me was all I could focus on. I pulled out his ponytail, and his hair splayed out on his back. It blended in with the hair over his eye. I was so tempted to brush away the hair over his eye. But I held back my urges. Later on, we collapsed together, panting. His hands were tangled in my hair, and my hands were firmly pressed into his back. I pressed a kiss against his lips.
"I hope I didn't hurt you." I whispered softly against his lips, pressing my stomach against his. We were both damp with sweat, and I had some extra substances on my back – blood. But I still didn't care. Deidara smirked, and pressed his lips against mine.
"What would you do in payment if I was in pain?"
"Probably start all over again." Deidara giggled, and I chuckled. And then, the doorbell rang. I left Deidara on the bed, and shoved on a tank top and my jeans as I walked down the hallway. I opened the door and blinked.
"Naruto… How do you know where I live? No, no, scratch that, why are you here?"
"Sasuke told me where you live, and I'm looking for Deidara."
"He's not here."
"I need to talk to him – I know he's here."
"He's not here. Besides, you shouldn't be looking for him. Do you have any idea how depressed he was when you kissed him?"
"No."
"He was insane when I saw him. Sitting in his room, rocking backwards and forwards. I would be really surprised if he ever wanted to talk to you again." Naruto winced, and I slammed the door in his face. I walked back down the hallway. I clambered beside Deidara, and snuggled against him.
"Naruto, huh?" Deidara's voice was weak, trembling. I held him tighter, feeling him shiver.
"I hate him." He spat into my chest. I could feel tears flowing down his face. He cried, and I held him. I helped him find his clothes, and I put his hair back up for him. And then I held him tight, and wiped away his tears. Seeing him so sad, I cried too. I pressed my cheek against his, and our tears combined. We wiped away each other's tears, and laughed away our troubles.
Deidara POV
Monday. I hadn't stopped thinking of Sasori… I haven't seen him for a day, and I feel like it has been a YEAR. Its depressing, somewhat… I drew a picture of myself and Sasori, and decided I would put it in the cover of my folder. Just for the sake of him being so damn cute…
I saw Sasori in the halls, and couldn't help myself. I patted his backside, making him go bright red. I chuckled to myself all the way to art, where I saw Gaara again. I sat beside him, and we drew each other, purposely making things wrong. I made him look more feminine and exaggerated the eyeliner, while still making him look like Gaara, and he made me even more feminine (if its possible) and drew me with cross eyes. When Kakashi-sensei came round, he saw us giggling as we sketch. He edged away from us, and continued on. We made us look more like ourselves, then talked for the last bit of the lesson.
I saw Sasori at lunch, hanging around a tree while he ate a sandwich. I glomped him, and he yelped, falling backwards. I sat on his stomach, grinning, as he glared up at me, his face red. He sat up, and a snuggled against him. He threw his sandwich over his shoulder, using his arms to prop himself up and glare at me. I burst into a fit of giggles, swinging off him and sitting next to him instead.
"What is up with you?" He grumbled, in an angry voice – but he was failing with the angry face, because he was grinning at me. I grinned back, and clung onto his arm.
"That's no way to talk to me!"
"Since when were you my mother?"
"I'm not. I'm your little uke-baby." I giggled as Sasori went bright red. He looked a little bit like a tomato. He glared at me, but I held his glare. It fell off his face after a few moments of unblinking glare-y-ness. I giggled, and snuggled up against his chest. I felt Sasori's hand stroke the hair over my eye. My hand itched to slap away the offending fingers, but instead wrapped around his waist. I felt him flinch, his hand quickly drawing away from my hair. I snuggled closer to him, locking my arms around his waist. He didn't touch my hair after that, just held me next to him. We stayed like that for a few minutes until I stretched, uncomfortable from staying in the same position for too long. He released me, and placed a hand on my shoulder as he got up and walked away. I sketched a picture of Sasori, his head cocked to one side in the A4 portrait. I smiled, slipping it into my artwork folder. The bell rang, and I slipped into the school building, taking the steps on the stairs towards my form room two at a time. I slid next to Sasori, digging my hand into his back jean pocket. I watched in amusement as he went bright red as my fingers crossed over each other in his back pocket. I quickly slipped my hand out of his pocket as Orochimaru approached, hiding my smirk as Sasori shivered – but I'm really not sure why. It could be because Orochimaru freaks everyone out, or that I was annoying him (a good thing), or that I was turning him on (an even BETTER thing!). I would rather the last two, really. I snuggled next to him during the register, earning a glare from Orochimaru. But he couldn't do anything about it, THANKFULLY. And then, the bell went. Horror and horror and MORE horror. PSHE. With… pervert… nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…..
Jiraiya was trying very badly to mask molesting a manikin while teaching us. He drooled, constantly, and blood was dripping down his face from both nostrils like fountains. I sketched out a small comic sheet. I drew a Jiraiya on one panel, Jiraiya and Tsunade in another (Jiraiya spying her overly huge boobies), then Jiraiya with a trickle of blood from one nostril, then a fountain with several Jiraiya's on it. I got out my red biro and sketched the blood that was pouring out. I tapped Sasori on the shoulder, and showed him the picture. He burst into muffled laughing. He eventually had to shove his fist into his mouth as I massaged his back. We were actually meant to be doing a poster on protected sex, but to hell with that. We test to make sure we have no horrible shag-transmitted diseases, and then we shag each other. Well, that is what some other guys I have known do… Besides, we are guys and we do not get pregnant. Which is a good thing. I really see no point in doing this exercise. Sasori took a deep shuddering breath, calming down, finally. And then, Jiraiya walked past and I didn't have enough time to hide the comic strip. So, instead, I improved it. As he peered at my comic strip, he had to excuse himself to get tissue for his nose. Sasori looked at the new comic strip, and burst into laughter again. Then there was Kisame, he poked Tsunade's new and improved, larger X-rated boobies and laughed until he fell backwards and foamed at the mouth, twitching. I really did not see any humour in it. Then I found out that Kisame was bisexual. I take all I said about him back.
I thank the gods that Tsunade didn't find out about the small PSHE comic. I had to go and see her because Orochimaru had been complaining about my molesting during his class.
"Deidara, you really shouldn't do that in public…"
"Do what?"
"You know what."
"No I don't."
"You… you.."
"I what?"
"You… put you hands in other people's pockets…"
"Are you calling me a thief?"
"Their back pockets…"
"I repeat, are you calling me a thief?" She banged her fist on the table, bright red.
"STOP MOLESTING OTHER STUDENTS! GET OUT OF THIS ROOM!" I did – and gladly. I may have been 'stop harassing teachers' or 'don't draw rude pictures of me, brat'. But thankfully I'm getting told off for molesting students, namely Sasori… But I'm an innocent girly artist. I don't molest… I touch, but artistically. Alright, I violate, then. But I don't molest… in school.
Sasori was in a mood because at every chance I had gotten, I had violated him by either patting his ass, hugging him, making him go red with crude comments (its mental violation) or putting my hand up in his shirt. Kakashi caught my eye while I was doing this, and I could swear I saw evil happiness in his eyes, and ghosts of devil horns grow out of the masses of white hair. It was really scary, so I stopped. Then it changed to a look of disappointment. I decided – if I need help with violation, I will talk to Kakashi. So, I decided to talk to him after school – one more period to go.
For some odd reason, I found a camera in my bag. So I looped string around it, and tied it around my neck. I was a happy daa. (AN/ Yay to Jeni for help!) It was IT last period, and Itachi gave me a dirty look as I walked past towards the art corridor. I knocked on Kakashi's door, and I heard a quick scuffle. I held up my camera to my eye, just for the hell of it. I peeked my head around the door, and I was so surprised I took a photo. I pulled my head out of the door, and almost drowned in a nosebleed. I just flung the door open for the hell of it, and took more photos. Kakashi chased me down the hallway, adjusting his pants as he went.
"NUUU! DON'T SHOW THOSE PICTURES TO ANYONE! COME BACK HERE, YOU STUPID BRAT!" He yelled after me. I just pinched my nose and ran.
Sasori rose his eyebrow and my blood covered self before he let me in. I was giggling, and holding up my camera. I opened up the camera, and gave him the chip. I washed myself up as he put the chip into his computer, accessing the photos.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I laughed, and went to see his reaction. He was staring at the screen, and I laughed. Kakashi was having wild hot monkey sex with Iruka, on the desk. The paperwork on it was everywhere, and Iruka's face was contorted. Kakashi also had his mask around his chin. I found this hilariously funny. Sasori scrubbed at his nose furiously, and went to the bathroom to get tissue. I continued to laugh, and sat down at the computer seat. I pressed the small green arrow on the Picture Viewer, and there was a shot of Kakashi grabbing clothes, his mask up and Iruka going bright red. The next was Kakashi slipping on his clothes, and the fourth was Iruka falling off the desk, and Kakashi running at the camera. I cackled, and saved the first one to disk as Sasori walked into the room. I was cackling evilly.
"We have a picture of Kakashi's face… and him having hot, wild MONKEY SEX with IRUKA, the supposedly innocent English teacher…" I giggled as Sasori's face lit up with evilness. I printed off one page, and we ran to the nearest newsagent. We photocopied the picture 50 times, payed for it, then ran all the way home. And then I made the comment that made Sasori faint and ruin the chances of it happening.
"I wonder if we could copy this position?"
AN/ YAY for Deidara! X3 Next chapter has BLACKMAIL. And more lufferly non-graphic smex. Just a warning.