Eighth Day: Art

Written in 2018 (the latest thing written).

They had first met at a club, a primarily gay one, but with the amount of straight ladies visiting for a taste of the "wild side", it was practically a normal club. The bar was always overcrowded with the usuals, as well as bachelorette parties ordering shots, and the lounge always had the truly blacked out party goers, moaning about how they wanted to go home. That left the dance floor, sticky with too many spilled drinks, and just as many drunks grinding against each other.

That was where Deidara first saw Sasori, a real spitfire at first glance, mouth in a blinding smirk with large bedroom eyes. And those eyelashes. It was easy to say that it was love at first sight.

But the way he danced was what really caught Deidara's eye, arms swaying above his head, loose tank top flashing open with each movement to give viewers a hint of the wide tattoo that spanned across his chest. Deidara knew he was staring, but a wink from the man was the only invitation he needed before he was sauntering between the crowd.

The stranger was even more enticing close up as they danced near each other, but never touching. Deidara knew a bit about boundaries. But the man grabbed his hands and pulled them down to his hips so they could sway together and that Deidara could clearly take as an okay.

When the man's hands went up to his hair, Deidara gave a sly grin before leaning down to the stranger's ear. "Can I buy you a drink, un?"

He heard a small scoff before a ruffle to his hair pulled him closer. "We'll see after the next song."

His voice sent a tingle through Deidara, silvery and smokey all at once, even through the bass of the club around them. Offering a nod, they continued to dance through the next song, both pairs of hands growing bolder as the seconds ticked by, and Deidara couldn't wait. By the stranger's hands, he was just as impatient.

Hand around his wrist, Deidara was led to a quieter corner of the bar, away from the dance floor. He leaned towards the bartender and shouted for a gin and tonic before signaling for Deidara to order with a raised brow. Grinning back, Deidara ordered a rum and coke and put it on his tab.

"So what's your name, un?"

The stranger looked Deidara up and down, assessing if he was worth it before answering, "Sasori. You gonna tell me yours?"

"Deidara, un."

"Oh, and what do you expect to happen tonight, Deidara?"

Deidara leaned closer to the shell of Sasori's ear. "I expect to buy you a drink, Sasori."

At that moment, they received their drinks and Sasori shrugged. "Looks like you got your wish," he said slyly before walking away.

The action got Deidara to actually laugh. That guy had some balls on him, but that wasn't going to dissuade Deidara.

Drink in hand, he followed Sasori back towards the dance floor, taking sips when he knew his drink wouldn't be knocked from his hand. Sasori was chewing his straw when he saw Deidara following and he rolled his eyes before taking his hand again so they could dance together.

That was until a man from the bar swung his elbow out as he stood up from the bar with his girlfriend. Sasori's gin and tonic ended up all over his tank and he shoved at the man's back in retaliation.

"Hey, watch where you're going asshole," he barked.

The man was easily a foot taller than Sasori and didn't take lightly to being shoved. "The fuck you say, bitch?"

Sasori was scowling, teeth bared as he repeated himself. Deidara stepped in, not about to let this guy get near Sasori, knowing from the look on his face that he was drunk enough to throw punches even to someone smaller than him.

"Just back the fuck up, dude, un." Deidara knew he wasn't too intimidating, but he was a regular at this club, and if this random ass straight guy wanted to start shit, it wouldn't last long.

The man knew that as well, but he peaked a look to Sasori before spitting out, "Whatever, just watch your girl next time."

Deidara felt his eyes go wide in rage, and before he knew it, he dropped his drink and had grabbed the man by his shirt while his other hand, a balled up fist, shot towards his face, knocking him down. Even with the girlfriend shrieking shrill, Deidara said, "Watch your fucking mouth, you bigot, un."

Unfortunately any fight that was about to officially start ended quickly as a bouncer grabbed Deidara by his arm and lead him towards the entrance.

"Every fucking time, Deidara," the bouncer griped. "Can you control your temper just once?"

"Did you hear what that fucker said? I think that hit was justified, un!"

"No excuses, go cool off for the night," the bouncer said as he shoved Deidara out the door. "We'll deal with that guy and his girlfriend, just go home now before you piss someone else off."

Giving a disgusted scoff, Deidara began walking away, ignoring the line of people waiting to get into the club, as they stared at him go by. He almost made it to the end of the block when he heard someone yelling.

"Sasori, wait!"

Turning around, Deidara saw Sasori walking towards him, a well-endowed woman with a blue bob following him from far behind. She took small steps in her high heels.

"Just go back, Konan, I'm fine," Sasori droned loudly, bedroom eyes still on Deidara. He stopped a foot away from Deidara, eyes calculating as if to size him up. Deidara stared back, unintimidated, but now wondering what this guy he just met wanted.

The woman was half a block away when Sasori said, "You always punch assholes or is that just something you do to 'impress' people."

Deidara's grin was bitter. "Why don't you go ask Mike, I'm sure he can tell you how many times I've been thrown out for punching assholes, un."

A red sculpted brow was raised. "Is your lack of temperament supposed to be impressive?"

Hair shifting as he shrugged, Deidara said, "I'm just telling you how it is, un."

"Sasori, don't go running off like that," the blue-haired woman, Konan, said as soon as she caught up to them. When she caught sight of Deidara she glowered. "Is this the guy who said that."

"No, this is the guy who punched him," Sasori pointed out, tone unenthusiastic. "I just wanted to know why he did it."

Deidara's lip turned up in a light sneer. "Uh, he was a dick? Sorry if you didn't want that to happen, but it did, un."

A moment passed as Sasori gave a small nod. "Okay, that's reasonable. Konan, I'm gonna go grab a bite, you don't have to come." He walked passed Deidara, hands swaying by his hips, but turned after a few paces. "You coming, or what?" Sasori grunted, eyes only on Deidara who barely took a second to follow.

Maybe something could come from this night.

–

Numbers were exchanged and they met up every once in a while, usually at a club or bar before finishing up at whatever twenty-four hour restaurant was still open at three am. They typically got to know each other during those meals. Not that dirty dancing was a great way to get to know someone.

Sasori was peckish as he ate, fries perched at his fingertips but rarely lifted to be nibbled on. "I haven't seen you at The Veil before."

"Then you need to get your eyes checked, I've been going since I was sixteen, un."

"I'm surprised they keep letting you back in. How many fights has it been now?"

Deidara knew Sasori was referring to this night, just coming back from the bar prematurely. "This has only been the second one this month. Besides, I only go after the bigots." He shook his head. "Don't know why fucking straight people go to a gay bar like they own the place, un."

Sasori finally tasted the tip of a fry. Deidara was reminded of a bird. But from the way Sasori's ribs peeked out from underneath his chest tattoo, Deidara didn't doubt that most of his meals were similar to this.

"Entitlement," Sasori said, snapping Deidara from his wandering thoughts. "Wanting to be apart of something bigger now that's it's a 'party.' Not much of a fucking party when douchebags hit on you, only to realize that in the light you're flat chested. Then it's your fault for 'tricking them,' like it's your goal in life to blue ball an asshole that doesn't even know how to properly use his dick in the first place." Another nibble on a fry as Sasori's eyes burned into Deidara's. "You get that much?"

"Making a jab at my hair, un?"

Sasori shrugged. "You offended or something?"

"No, I've been getting shit about my hair since forever. Most of the time straight people think I'm in drag and want photos, un." Deidara rolled his eyes. "Then other gays think I'm trying to hard and talk shit about me. It's not like I talk in a falsetto." That was something that Deidara had always admired, voices. He has always been proud of his deep voice, no matter the situation. Booming, showing itself during a rage, and gravely when trying to woo.

But Sasori's voice was on another level, smooth with just a touch of husky. Deidara wanted to swim in it.

"Is that why you got the tattoos, un?"

The question was directed towards what Sasori had said previously, but it was picked up without a hitch. "Most people think that I got them to cover up the scars."

"And did you?"

"Fuck no," Sasori snorted. "I was planning on getting the tattoos even before the surgery, but I came into some money and went for it. Fucked up the tattoo layout and had to get it redesigned."

"So what do the tattoos mean, un?"

"Why do they have to mean anything?" Sasori countered.

Deidara simply wanted to know what the large expanse of colors symbolized, the swirling reds, blues, greens forming what may have been flowers or what may have been stars. Did they tell a story or a certain stage of metamorphosis? Would more be added, crawling over Sasori's abdomen like a growing creature?

"They don't have to mean anything, I just think it's beautiful."

Now that got Sasori to bark out a laugh. "What're you trying to do now, get into my pants?"

"Just admiring what I see, you don't owe me anything, man, un."

"Well, I'm not here to be some fucking eye candy either, dude." Despite the venom in Sasori's words, a small but eager smile lifted his lips.

Deidara hummed in appreciation.

–

It was on the fifth night that they made it back to Sasori's apartment, and where Deidara's own tattooed chest was revealed. "And what's the meaning behind this?" Sasori asked, straddled on Deidara's hips as his fingers toyed with nipples hidden in the color. A stitched smiley face stared back at him.

"Thought it was pretty and 'went for it'."

Sasori hummed at his own words repeated back to him. "Well that's something."

In the end, Sasori must have really enjoyed Deidara's tattoo as they continued facing each other with Deidara on his back and his legs spread. He was trying to keep back the noises, but Sasori's hands continued to play with his nipples, when one drifted to the head of his cock, toying just underneath the glans.

"Wow, you're so quiet for once."

Deidara wanted to hate that composed silky voice, but it only turned him on even more. The feel silicone inside him, and leather straps against his ass were also a huge plus in his books. And Sasori really knew what he was doing, but Deidara couldn't let him know that. It would just make the man's already huge fucking head even bigger.

Sasori's thrusts slowed to a complete stop, until Deidara was practically writhing, gasping for something anything. With colored chests put together, Sasori whispered in Deidara's ear, forcing him to beg, to let everything out. Huge fucking shoutout to Sasori being a control freak.

Slowly but surely, Deidara was taken apart until he came barely untouched, if not for Sasori's teasing. And even that Sasori dragged out until Deidara was sobbing and twitching from overstimulation, now begging for everything to stop.

Even when Sasori slipped out and unhooked his gear, Deidara was still panting with sweat cooling all over. "You... If you give me a minute, I can return the favor, un. If you want."

Sasori sat next to Deidara's prone body, legs spread. "How about your mouth."

It wasn't a suggestion, and with boneless limbs, Deidara rolled over and scooted towards Sasori who leaned back to rest on his elbows. There was always a musk associated with going down on a guy, and Deidara was practically swimming in it, mouth and tongue eager on Sasori's dick.

"Are fingers okay, un?" He asked, pulling off once he heard a small gasp from Sasori.

"Yes," Sasori said breathlessly.

Ministrations continued, Deidara let his fingers skim through the course folds, almost immediately becoming wet with slick, further enhancing the musk. Similar to what Sasori had done to him, Deidara teased. Tongue playing with the foreskin, fingers barely skimming the entrance before slipping back out completely.

Even in this, Sasori was bossy. He had Deidara's hair in an iron-clad grip and nearly growled at him what to do. This was only fair though, right? In the end Deidara got his head stuck between Sasori's thighs as the man came with a small gasp, more slick fluid invading Deidara's mouth.

Afterwards, Deidara sat back and licked his fingers obscenely, bringing a chuckle out of Sasori. "Someone's impatient."

"Not me, I have the pulled roots to prove it, un."

After another go around for each party, Deidara curled up behind Sasori, hand splayed over his chest, playing with the wiry hairs gently. Sasori ended up smacking his hand in annoyance.

–

They were at their usual booth at their now favorite restaurant when Deidara brought it up again. "So why did you get that tattoo, un?"

This time Sasori chewed at the tip of his milkshake straw. His narrowed eyes may have been in contemplation. "A permanent change. For the better. The picture doesn't mean anything, honestly."

Deidara still smiled warmly, no mocking or venom in his words as he said, "No, I think it means what it's always meant, un."

Rolling his eyes, Sasori shook his head, but Deidara saw the grin threatening to split his face. "I fucking guess."

Was this artsy enough? What does artsy enough mean? Being vague as fuck lol.

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