Fourth Day: 'Making up' A continuation from Day Two.

The house was quiet and it unnerved Sasori when he first came back home. For his first two weeks back he was with Chiyo, getting accustomed to life again and his new status as a Vietnam war veteran. A month prior to coming back home, he had gotten into a mess, his leg getting tangled in some tripwire and when he had woken up at the medic bay, he had been informed that his left leg had been amputated.

It was shocking to say in the least. His tour almost done, and he was missing a leg. He wrote Deidara back once more before he was being sent back and as soon as he was back home, Chiyo had been there to pester him for his faults once more. "You didn't have to go to war, Sasori," she scolded as she shook her head, before barking at the driver to drive faster, "You did this to yourself, boy."

"Yes, Chiyo-baasama," Sasori had muttered as he stared out the window, wondering where Deidara was at the moment. He still had his letters with him, in his main bag, but he knew he couldn't write back right away.

Once he was back at Chiyo's home, he was bombarded with a man talking about a prosthetic. It was slightly discomforting to know that his grandmother was taking control of his life. Once he had been able to walk properly, he left his grandmother's house and moved into one of their spares. Sasori had grown up there before his parents died and Chiyo took him away.

He didn't expect it to be so quiet.

In a nicer part of city, a quaint neighborhood to raise a family. But it was just too noiseless.

Until Deidara began having nightmares.

The first time it happened, Sasori jerked awake and nearly fell out of bed. He heard whimpering through the walls and it soon turned to weeping screams. He had gone to him as quickly as he could, pulling him out of his all too-real fears. At first Deidara blinked up at him, his tears blurring his vision and he seemed to remember where he was. Afterwards, Deidara would apologize and say that he would try to be quieter, before turning over in his new bed.

He didn't sleep with his prosthetic on, but he felt that he should from how many times Deidara had nightmares. Most of the time Deidara would tell him that he didn't need to make sure that he was okay, that it was normal. Deidara didn't seem to know how much he cried in his sleep.

It got to the point where Sasori would end up staying in Deidara's bed so he would stay asleep. And soon, he began staying there from the beginning.

Nothing happened between them since their confessions in Deidara's previous home, and neither of them really planned on doing anything. At night, Sasori was content with pulling Deidara close, and Deidara was happy to bury his face in Sasori's neck and fall asleep.

They had been living together for a month and life was easy between them. Sasori got his monthly checks from his grandmother, her way to making sure he stayed alive, and Deidara still seemed to be looking for a job. Sasori could empathize with him on that one.

Sure, he was well-known in this city, but he was still a vet and a disabled one at that. The most he could do now would be get a desk job. He had the schooling for it anyway.

When he asked Deidara if he wanted a job at a firm or something, the younger man peered at him, and then at the floor with embarrassment. When Sasori asked about his schooling, Deidara told him that he hadn't gone to high school, his mother needing someone to help with money.

Sasori didn't know why Deidara was so ashamed about these things but he let it pass. During the day, Deidara would wander the city for a few hours, looking for jobs and when he would come back home, Sasori looking from some bills, he would see just how worn the newly-turned adult was.

When he sat down next to Sasori on the plush couch, he would groan and his cane would creak. It took about an hour for Deidara to be able to stand again.

Sasori knew that he couldn't tell Deidara what to do, that the man was just staying with him until he found a proper job, but he worried for him. Those times when Deidara seemed bone-deep tired, Sasori would pull him close to him and kiss the top of his head. Deidara would merely hum and snuggle closer.

But one day, Deidara came home later than usual and Sasori was just about to go out looking for him. When he stepped through the door, Sasori saw agony wrinkling his young face. As soon as Sasori came close enough, Deidara fell into him, gasping and clutching at his shirt.

Once Sasori got him to the couch, Deidara told him that his cane broke, the thing was a piece of shit to begin with, while he was walking and he had to come back home without it.

Sasori had seen Deidara walk without the crutch before, simple things like getting up from the table to bring them more coffee, or a simple bathroom trip, and Sasori would see the plain discomfort on his countenance. The walk must have killed his leg.

Only when it was allowed by Deidara, Sasori took a look at his calf and saw the muscles were tensed. He tried to massage as gently as he could, but Deidara still whimpered and clutched at the back of the couch.

The next day, he couldn't walk, even with the help of a cane. The day after that, He managed to make small distances and Sasori gave Deidara his cane.

The man looked at him as if he was stupid. "You need it more than I do, Sasori, un. I think I may still have my crutch."

Sasori knew he didn't. So one day when Deidara stayed home in bed, Sasori went out and got a new cane made for Deidara, specific to his height. When Sasori showed him the gift, Deidara seemed even more embarrassed, but he accepted it anyway.

Life went on, but there seemed to be a tension between them still. Deidara wouldn't stop looking in the newspapers for a job opening and just a week after the cane incident, he was out looking again. Sasori was sure he sprawled every street in the city at least three times.

Sasori tried making his home more welcoming, hoping that he didn't make Deidara feel that he needed to leave right away, but Deidara's efforts still continued.

"Do you not like it here?"

The question startled Deidara and he stopped pushing the food on his plate around. His hair was longer now and he preferred to wear half of it over the left side of his face but Sasori could still see his shocked reaction.

"N-no, it's fine here, really, un. Just… you've done so much already a-and," he stopped talking as he stared down at the table briefly before looking up with stony eyes. "I'm not doing you any good by staying here. I'd just feel better if I could somehow help you. Pay rent, or something, un."

Sasori couldn't help but frown as he realized Deidara still thought of himself as a burden. "You could help me by not exhausting yourself everyday. You don't need to try so hard, Deidara. I think that everyone, especially you, needs a break from life every once and a while."

Deidara scoffed lightly. "But you don't just stop living." A moment later, he seemed to realize what he said and began apologized before excusing himself.

Sasori could only frown as he watched him go.

That night, the air around them seemed estranged. Deidara curled up on the opposite side of the bed, when they usually shared the middle. After another hour, neither of them were asleep and Sasori rolled over to wrap his arm around Deidara's waist. He felt Deidara's arm come around his.

"I'm sorry for this morning," he murmured into Deidara's neck, hair blocking his lips from touching Deidara's tanned skin. "I just got worried when all you were doing was looking for a job. It made me think that you forgot to take care of yourself. It made me think that I wasn't doing a good job of keeping you happy."

He felt Deidara shift and the younger man turned around in his arms, so he could hold Sasori back. "I don't want to be a burden, un."

"You're not. You're anything but that, Dei." He could nearly see Deidara's eyes in the dark. "You being here makes me feel happy. At ease. I know that you're safe when you're with me."

He was brought back to the times in Vietnam. Meeting a kid would looked just like the rest but this one didn't seem to have anything to start out with. Sasori didn't know why, but he didn't want anything to happen to him. This one needed the help and Sasori knew he could give it.

Deidara didn't say anything after that but he did lean forward slightly to press a chaste kiss to Sasori's lips. Sasori nearly thought that he was never going to feel this again, wanting Deidara to want it, not just him. He tried to be gentle in his kissing, but all the pent up lust he felt for the younger man was overflowing.

When he kissed back roughly, Deidara wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled their bodies flush together. Sasori could feel every bit of Deidara. He could feel all of his sinewy limbs, he could feel where his shirt was riding up and his skin pressed against his own.

It burned, but Sasori couldn't stop. His hands couldn't stop feeling every inch of Deidara, wanting to commit everything to memory. He wanted to be able to know how to make Deidara whine and gasp. He wanted him to be adored and he didn't want those negative thoughts in his head. He had to have Deidara know how important he was to him.

When Deidara had to break away to breathe, Sasori would gasp for air along with him, their breaths mingling before they were back at it. Deidara's hands finally found Sasori's body and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop touching, just like Sasori.

After another minute of rough kissing, Sasori pulled away and placed an open-mouthed kiss on Deidara's neck, loving the sound of his broken moan.

Soon the sheets and blankets trapped too much heat and they both kicked them off before stripping themselves of their shirts. It was only when Sasori ground his pelvis against Deidara's that he felt the younger man's hardness. They stared at each other for a moment as Sasori moved his hand down to palm him through his pajama bottoms.

Deidara flinched and breathed deeply as he buried his face in Sasori's neck, kissing the skin softly before breathing against it. Sasori didn't venture farther than that until Deidara's hips lurched up when he moved his hand away. Deidara pulled away to stare at him pleadingly, not able to say what he wanted to.

Sasori just nodded and let the tip of his fingers slip under the band of his pants, feeling the coarse pubic hair, before moving down to grip his member softly. Deidara made a keening noise and he clutched at Sasori's arms. They both felt too hot, and Sasori nearly wanted to sit up before they continued, but this was too perfect to change. They stayed on their sides as Sasori continued to pleasure Deidara.

With both of their eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sasori could see the pleasure fogging up Deidara's vision, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes and he stopped his hand. Deidara made such a broken sound, Sasori nearly continued again, but he just kissed the tears in the corners of his eyes away before withdrawing his hand, which was sticky with pre-come.

He began pulling Deidara's pants down when the other man began doing the same for him. Sasori paused and watched Deidara carefully but he seemed confident in his actions and they continued disrobing each other, their pants pulled just a few inches past their hips.

Deidara seemed hesitant at first, but he gripped Sasori with no trepidation and Sasori bit his lip to stifle his moans. He took ahold of Deidara once more and together they stroked each other. At one point, Deidara seemed to be so far gone in his pleasure, he stopped his motions and Sasori kissed him roughly to bring him back.

When they were both nearing the end, Sasori took hold of Deidara's hand and grabbed both of their members together. Deidara gasped loudly and buried his face into Sasori's neck again, as Sasori began nibbling at his shoulder. Their hands began to increase their pace, and when Deidara began thrusting his hips into Sasori's hand faster, they both knew he was close. Sasori didn't need to feel the warm splash against his hand and stomach to know that Deidara had finally come. He tensed up and had to grab hold of Sasori's arm again, nearly drawing blood with his nails as he finished. Afterwards, he was limp in bliss, but he continued to stroke Sasori, planning on finishing him as well.

Sasori kissed him softly this time, in appreciation, before he came in both of their hands, some of it landing on Deidara's stomach as well.

Both of them were panting raggedly and Deidara was content on keeping his eyes closed, it seemed. They were lying there for what felt like hours, in reality minutes, with their bodies cooling down, sticky with their spend. Sasori didn't want to detangle himself from his new-found lover, but he knew that neither of them would be happy in the morning, both of them covered in come.

He left for the bathroom, where he wet a rag and when he came back, Deidara had discarded his pants, which would need to be picked up in the morning. Sasori laid Deidara down so he could wipe him clean, Deidara's eyes slowly falling shut as he accepted the gentle treatment.

Once he had been cleaned, Sasori started on himself and was soon back in bed with the other man, blankets falling over their shoulders.

They didn't say anything else that night, but they exchanged a single kiss, both of their lips swelling from their passionate kissing before, but it didn't stop them.

Deidara didn't wake that night from nightmares that night. Or the next. And it soon became the norm for the house to be quiet once more. But when the two shared a look, the home wasn't quiet for long. And that was fine with them.

I just added this here because the second day was too long for it.

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