Alright, starting off exactly where we left off in chapter 22, before Zabuza and Haku do it in chapter 23
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Deidara moaned softly (Finally! His mind screamed), arching slightly, his hands instantly slipping under the thick, long-sleeved shirt the scorpion wore, his hands gripping the man's back and shoulders.
His hair was so incredibly soft and silky, Sasori thought dimly as his hands plunged into it, pulling it back so the blonde's head was yanked back, their tongues wrestling slickly in his mouth, which still had traces of the cream and sugar in it. "Don't stop." Deidara whispered, blushing, when the redhead pulled back, testing the waters. Sasori scoffed in his throat, his chest rising and falling heavily. Don't stop? That's invitation enough for me. He gripped the blonde's narrow hips, lifting him and hitching the long thighs around his waist, kissing him again deeply. "Bed?" Sasori managed to ask between hot, mind-melting kisses, his hands kneading Deidara's tight, toned ass and legs.
"Doesn't matter." Deidara mumbled against the redhead's hard shoulder as Sasori clumsily kicked his bedroom door open. He expressed his pleasure when the scorpion tumbled him onto the soft bed by laughing softly, stretching his body invitingly over the tousled bedspread.
"A bed this first time." He decided, slithering onto the mattress over the slimmer man's body, supporting himself on his forearms. Their mouths locked back together, tongues wrestling for dominance. When they broke apart to breathe, Sasori's hands gripped his thin shirt, ripping it apart brutally, leaving the torn halves on the blonde's arms, locking them back behind him, leaving his torse completely exposed.
"Oh my God." Deidara moaned, letting his head fall back blissfully on the pillow. There was something so incredibly erotic about having his arms trapped behind him while the redhead's mouth roamed boldly over his chest and stomach.
"What a surprise. You like having no control. I never would have guessed." Sasori murmured sarcastically, his mouth cruising over the blonde's hipbone. After a few minutes of teasing, his lips, teeth, and tongue having made contact with what seemed like every inch of flesh available to him, Sasori tugged Deidara's arms free from the shirt.
"And you like having total control. Shocking." Deidara managed between gasps and moans.
"Your body is amazing." The scorpion growled under his breath, shaking his head in wonder as the younger male's hands wrenched the loose and shapeless long-sleeved shirt up over his head and tossed it behind them.
"Gee, I thought you said I was skinny. un." He bantered, letting his hand cruise down the scorpion's torso, his fingers drumming an odd little beat all the way down them.
"Toned." Sasori grinned cockily, remembering the argument that night. When the blonde's hand gripped him through his jeans, he hissed. "Fuck." He groaned, his fingers fumbling with the button on his own jeans, swatting Deidara's teasing hand away.
"Sasori?" An unfamiliar voice floated in from the front of the house, barely audible over the noises currently being made in the bedroom. Sasori visibly paled, his hands freezing on his zipper, as his head whipped toward the doorway. Deidara was too surprised by the look on Sasori's face to even move; He had never seen the man look so. . . Guilty? Nervous? Unsure? He couldn't decide. Whatever the case was, the person was coming, and it seemed like the redhead was paralyzed.
"Sasori, I know you're here, I see your car. I've been calling all day, I really just-" He appeared in the doorway, his words stopping cold, his mouth dropping open a little.
"Kai." The scorpion voiced, and for the span of what seemed like a full minute, but was really about 2.5 seconds, they just stared at each other.
Pretty, Deidara mused balefully, his hand falling laxly from between the redhead's thighs to the mattress. He had a pale gold skin tone, exotic almond-shaped eyes, and jet-black hair, with thick bangs cut so blunt and straight he might have used a ruler.
Sasori's body jerked away from him, as he stood, his fingers quickly re-buttoning his jeans. Kai's eyes darted from him and Deidara a few times before he spoke.
"You sure didn't wait long." He whispered accusingly, his dark, attractive eyes flashing anger and hurt. Deidara wondered idly if he should stand, or stay where he was. He was never good in these types of situations. . .
"What are you even doing here?" Sasori snapped, dodging the barb.
"I still have a key." He retorted, tossing the small silver object onto the mattress as if it were diseased. "I actually came to give it to you." His lower lip quivered once before he seemed to regain control, his hands curling into fists. "I needed to talk to you."
Sasori glanced back at Deidara a little remorsefully, but quickly looked away before any silent words or feelings could be passed between them. "Fine. Talk."
"In private, if you don't mind." Sasori heaved a sigh, following him out. He didn't glance back at the blonde.
Deidara's eyes widened. Did he really just leave me in here to go talk to his ex-boyfriend? He questioned himself. He could hear them talking in the living room, their words muffled. But if he listened hard, he could make them out.
"I don't know why you're so upset, we're broken up."
"And the first thing you do is go fuck that. . . Slut!" The last word was uttered with absolute repulsion, as if it had left something sour in his precious mouth. "Tell me, was the bed still warm from me the first time you guys did it, or had you given it an hour or so to cool off?"
"You're acting like a jealous psycho, as usual. Only this time, I don't have to put up with you. In case you don't remember, you broke up with me." Sasori emphasized coldly.
"What, so just because I didn't want to be with you anymore, you went out and found the first whore that would spread his legs for you? You told me you'd never be with someone like Deidara Hoshigaki in a million years."
Deidara froze in the middle of picking up his now ruined shirt, the expensive fabric in tatters. Ouch. My pride. He waited for Sasori to deny having ever said that, and to defend him, in that he was not a slut.
"What is this, intervention?" He snapped, their voices raising in octaves. "So what if I want to fuck someone or a hundred other someones? That stopped being your concern when you broke up with me."
Having boys like Kai call him names like slut and whore were not new for Deidara, and while it was somewhat daunting to hear it, he didn't agonize over it. But he hadn't been prepared for the feeling of his stomach sinking and rising to his throat like a rubber band all at the same time at Sasori's words.
"I broke up with you because I knew no matter how much I loved you, it would never come close to as much as you love yourself!" Deidara heard some rattling, like items being thrown or dropped. "Hidan told me what you said. About him."
"Shut the fuck up and get out of my house, you crazy fucking bitch!" The scorpion snarled, his temper teetering on a thin edge.
"Your personal mission to fuck him and manipulate him into being totally subservient to you? That's fucked up even for you, Sasori. I feel like an idiot, I didn't even believe him when he told me."
"Wow." Deidara quipped out loud, not quite managing to supress a soft laugh mostly brought on by anxiety and a slight hysteria. This is what being heartbroken feels like. It totally sucks. He couldn't stay here another second, not when his chest felt like it had taken a swipe slice with a sharp knife. He snatched a loose-fitting black t-shirt off a pile of what he assumed to be clean clothes, shoving his head and arms through it. He hoped Sasori wouldn't miss it, then decided he really didn't give a shit.
They were still arguing when Deidara slippped out the door soundlessly. He couldn't bear to face the scorpion, now or ever. He had become vulnerable, shown his true feelings. . . He had cried in front of Sasori.
He ran for a few minutes, his strong legs pumping like pistons, the people and street signs blurring by with no signifigance to him. He finally stopped about 15 minutes later, leaning against the guard railing of the huge bridge, panting heavily, clutching his chest lightly.
I need to start working out again. . . He scooted up, lifting himself up onto the concrete wall carefully, his eyes glued to the ground. He remembered commenting to Sasori how beautiful the sparkling water was, far down below them, on the ride to his house. It doesn't look as beautiful now, he mused bitterly.
When his phone began ringing in his pocket, he automatically took it out, his heart clenching at the name on the screen. He contemplated for a moment, then tentatively opened it, bringing it to his ear.
"Deidara." The gravelly voice sounded in his ear. Well, he certainly sounds distressed. The blonde comprehended dizzily, feeling a little mentally unbalanced. "I'm sorry, I-" The Hoshigaki heir tilted his head, blinking bemusedly as he watched his hand, seemingly of it's own accord, throw the phone forcibly out over the water. It made a minimal splash, much to the blonde's dissatisfaction. He shoved himself up and forward, throwing himself back into a sprint, still panting lightly, his high ponytail whipping out behind him.
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Kisame glanced over at him fearfully every minute or so, as if afraid he would break into hysteria again as he carefully drove the mid-size, second-rate car down the interstate. Sasuke was staring dully out the window, his eyes skimming over the beautifully glistening water. His throat and eyes were aching from crying, something he hated doing. He hated the emotional vulnerability, and he hated the way his face got red and splotchy afterwards.
But when you forced yourself not to think about something for years, and it was suddenly forced to the surface of your mind like the dead, bloated corpse that had been dumped in a lake weeks before, you tended to handle it badly. What had he done? What was he going to do now? Now that he had reunited with Kisame, he couldn't just abandon it all and ignore Itachi, could he? But things could never be the same again. . . Could they? What would Naruto say? He shook his head, blinking back tears again, squinting against the harsh sun and. . . Some jogger's annoyingly bright yellow hair? He frowned, feeling an all-too-familiar spark of resentment toward the boy, who Naruto had cheerfully named his 'rival'.
"Is that Deidara?" Sasuke inquired softly, with a repulsed tone, gasping and throwing his hands forward against the dashboard when the shark slammed on the brakes. It only occured to the raven at that moment in time that because Haku and Deidara were brothers, and Haku and Kisame were brothers, then that meant. . . Small world, he growled sarcastically in his mind, his mouth turning into a scowl.
"What the. . . ?" Kisame muttered to himself, slamming the car door open and folding his large body out of it. "Deidara, what the fuck are you doing out here, in this kind of area? Get in the car so I can take you home, you idiot."
The blonde jogged over to the car, a look of disbelief on his attracitve face, ignoring the man's authoritarian tone. "Kisa, like wow, I can't believe you're here, un. Whose car is this?" He smiled sweetly, knowing nothing worked better to quell his older brother's temper than good old-fashioned innocence.
"It's mine." Sasuke remarked haughtily, watching Deidara's eyes narrow predictably at the sight of him.
"I'd rather get hit than get in this car." He replied, looking back at the shark. "Thanks anyway, though." He said with mock cheerfulness, preparing to jog away before Kisame's impossibly strong hand gripped his collar like an iron vice, while the man's other hand opened the door to the backseat and tossed the blonde carelessly in, slamming the door in place.
"You're practically asking to get mugged or raped, jogging in an area like this." He sighed, shaking his head. Kids. . . He thought wearily as he got back in the driver's seat.
"Hey!" Deidara snarled, punching the door without much force. "What the Hell, Kisa? I'm fine! I jog here all the time!" He improvised. Falling silent at the lack of response, he got, his eyes trailed over to the raven. Sasuke folded his arms over his chest, staring forward out of the windshield, his mouth set in a permanent frown. "And what in the fuck are you doing driving Uchiha's car? Ew, your face is all red and blotchy, you've been crying." He commented rudely. "I didn't think it was possible, but you look even worse than usual."
"Deidara!" Kisame looked back at him incredulously. "What the Hell?!"
"I don't even have the adequate words to describe what you look like, but I feel like Malibu Barbie hooker edition is about as close as I'm going to get."
"Sasuke!" Kisame cried out, louder, his eyes round as saucers, his good-natured friendliness more than a little offended by the animosity. The last thing he wanted at this moment was to deal with two young, bitching ukes. Dealing with that from Ita was one thing, at least they had sex on a regular basis. "What the fuck is wrong with the two of you? Do you even know each other? Deidara, I've never heard you be so rude!"
Both of them refused to answer, Sasuke staring out the windshield determinedly again, his arms crossed in a stubborn x over his chest, Deidara's eyes planted firmly out the window.
"Fine, both of you just shut up for the rest of the ride." The shark heaved a sigh, shaking his head. He yanked the car into drive, speeding down the road like a runaway freight train. "It's kind of strange that you two know each other, actually." He began to muse to himself, not allowing their pissy moods to affect his usual mannerisms. "You know, after I marry Itachi, you guys will be brothers. Well, brothers-in-law, but you know. . ." He smiled widely.
Sasuke groaned, feeling sick to his stomach, covering his face with his hands. Deidara smiled sweetly, like poisoned honey. "Wow, is that true, Kisa? You're going to marry that guy? Now that you mention it, he does look like Sasuke. Only less, you know. . . Gross."
"We barely look alike, you tool." Sasuke retorted, rolling his dark eyes. "But I understand, the long-term effects of eyeliner every day must be rough on your eyesight."
Kisame chose not to comment on this, because he had also noticed how much their looks favored each other. "I can't believe how you guys are talking to each other. What's the problem? You guys fighting over the same guy or some high school bull?"
Sasuke scoffed. "Never. Any guy that would even look twice at such a trashy-"
"Sorry to let you in on this, but Naruto and I did make out a party a few years ago before you guys were dating." Deidara interrupted, twisting a lock of hair around his finger when the raven whipped around in his seat, eyes blazing, teeth bared. "I'm just kidding! But look how upset you were, oh my gosh. You're so funny, Sasuke, un." He giggled, flipping the strand back into place. "I don't do blondes."
"You're such an idiot." He concluded, turning back around, but felt the hot rage pumping through his veins begin to cool.
"I take it this. . . Naruto is your fiance, then?" Kisame questioned.
"That's right." He answered softly, glancing at the older man. "He's. . . Wonderful."
"I can't wait to meet him." He said honestly. "I. . ." He trailed off, shaking his head. "This is a little strange for me, you know. I never really stopped thinking of you as a kid, Sasuke. And you, Deidara. . . You're my little brother. I'll always think of you as a kid."
Spoiler alert, Sasuke thought haughtily. Kid's a total slut.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, Kisa. But I happen to be a total adult." Deidara pointed out, wiggling his fingers in a sort of wave.
"What were you doing out here anyway?" The shark questioned suspiciously, not wanting to hear any more of what he considered sordid details, like the fact that the blonde had made out with guys. No sir, he would prefer to think of both he and Haku as sweet, sexless angels, and that's just what he would do.
"Oh, well I. . ." He trailed off, unsure of what to say. "I was visiting a guy."
"A boyfriend?" Kisame asked quickly, eyeing him quizically.
"Not. . . Really. I thought. . ." I thought he liked me. "I kind of thought so, but he was a jerk." He remarked quietly, his voice taking on a rare, vulnerable tone. Sasuke glanced back at him subtly, surprised at the emotions in the voice. The blonde was staring down at the seat, his lashes lowered down over his eyes. The raven crossed his arms stubbornly, shaking his head once again. No, no fucking way. I do not feel bad for that bimbo. He deserves whatever he gets for the way he acts. "I couldn't even stand to look at him anymore, after what he said to me. So I left. I ran, because. . . I didn't want him to catch me."
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" The shark asked sharply, staring at the boy in the rearview mirror through squinted eyes. "Did he hit you!?"
"No." Deidara shook his head dejectedly, shrugging. He only just ripped my heart out, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it with his stupid combat boots. . . No biggie, really.
Sasuke's eyes scanned him scrutinizingly, his brows furrowing. Damn him for looking so genuinely hurt! What, did the guy not ask politely before they fucked?
Kisame seemed satisfied with this answer. "Well, just remember there are more fish in the sea, all that, whatever." He waved his hand carelessly. "You're too young for all that anyway."
"Pardon me, but didn't you start dating my brother when you guys were still in high school? He was a freshman, wasn't he?" Sasuke interjected quietly.
"A freshman, un? You pervert, Kisa." Deidara's eyes widened. "Didn't know you liked them that young!" That's an even bigger age gap than Zabuza and Haku! He thought, but wisely didn't voice the comparison.
"Idiot!" Sasuke snapped, glaring. "That's been 6 years ago! They've been together. . . all this time." His voice softened, his eyes trailing back over to the shark in inquiry.
"All this time." Kisame agreed. "I never really told you or Haku because, well. . . I know you can't keep a secret, Dara. And I didn't want Haku to feel bad. I've sort of been. . . Waiting until he was old enough."
Can't keep a secret? If only you knew, Kisa. . . Deidara surmised guility. "Haku's birthday is soon. . . " He pointed out. "And. . . He has Zabuza now. I don't think you have to worry." Deidara's eyes widened suddenly in shock. Sasuke knew about Haku and Zabuza, he was sure of it. He had to protect his brother's secret! "Zabuza really is a great bodyguard, un!"
Sasuke nearly had to hide a smile. No shit, Sherlock. Of course Kisa doesn't know about them. "He is very protective of Haku. Very professional." He added amicably.
Kisame, oblivious, nodded seriously. "An excellent candidate for Haku's protection." And that was the end of that. Deidara fleetingly wondered what the shark's reaction would be when he did find out about the two of them.
The older man followed the vague instructions the raven had given him impeccably, having always had an excellent sense of direction and ended up at Sasuke and Naruto's apartment with little trouble. Before the three of them could finish unloading, the blonde hurricane streaked out of the door, wrapping Sasuke in a tight embrace, kissing his mouth lavishly and dramatically.
"Oh, Sasuke, the minutes seem like hours when I'm away from you!" He proclaimed between loud, smacking kisses. "Oww!" He groaned when the raven's fist plowed into his midsection, the brunette struggling to get away.
"Idiot." Sasuke muttered, shaking his head. He glanced back at the eldest Hoshigaki brother with a withering look. "Kisame, this is Naruto Uzumaki. Naruto. . . This is Haku's oldest brother."
"Charmed." He grinned, cocking an eyebrow. Naruto's head snapped up, eyes darting between the two brothers, as if he had just noticed their existence.
"Nice to meet you." He stated, holding out a firm hand for the older man. It didn't occur to him to be jealous, it never did. Although he was acutely aware of the fact that Sasuke was totally hot and considered somewhat out of his league by some, he knew the raven was nuts about him. "Deidara!" His eyes grew in surprise. "What are you. . .?"
"Naruto." The two blondes exchanged friendly looks. Naruto was also acutely aware of Sasuke's contempt and loathing for Deidara, but that wasn't his problem, right? He loved everyone!
"Well, thank you very much for driving me home, Kisame, I am grateful. But now how will you and-?"
"Deidara and I will catch a cab back." The shark interrupted. Naruto glanced between them again, then his eyes widened.
"Sasuke, are you. . . Crying?"
"No." He denied, shaking his head. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." He voiced firmly, giving his tanned lover a stern look. Naruto frowned hesitantly.
"But I. . . You're upset. What's going on here?" He asked loudly, looking back up at the two brothers accusingly.
"Don't ask me." Deidara replied, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm a hostage in this situation."
Kisame looked away, slightly guilty, avoiding giving an answer to the worried man. "Sasuke, I have your number and you have mine. I will be calling you to set up. . . A meeting."
Sasuke stared at him for a moment before nodding once. "I will consider it."
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