"What the hell!?" Sasori shouted, "what are you doing in my place Deidara?!"
"Oh Sasori!" Deidara cried cheerfully, as though this was not a problem, "I'm going to be your roommate! Isn't it wonderful!"
"What- says who? How did you get in here?" Sasori was fuming. His loft was his sacred place, his place for solitude.
Deidara jingled his keys in one hand, petting Moshi with the other. "You're cat is cute, what's her name?"
"Don't change the subject," Sasori protested, "did you get that from the landlady?"
"Of course, who the hell else would I get these keys from?" Deidara said with a chuckle, "I told you I needed to find a place. I saw the leasing office a few blocks down, and found a nice old lady there. I told her I was working at the art shop, and she suggested that I live above it with you. Once I heard what you pay for rent, I couldn't resist. Besides," he paused in that seductive, breathy tone again, "now you and I can spend every moment together."
Sasori wanted to punch something in his rage. He balled up his fists, feeling his body shake with anger. "How could she do this to me!?" he cried under his breath. He was really upset with his grandmother now. She knew he didn't want roommates.
"Well, in her defense, I spun a little white lie to her. I told her you and I were great friends, and that you would love to have me as a roommate. She was so happy that she almost cried, I sort of felt bad about that but it was too late."
"Why the hell did you do that?" Sasori yelled.
"I knew you wouldn't want me to live with you if I asked you," Deidara admitted. He got up from the bed, Moshi scattered away out of the room. Deidara swiftly made his way to Sasori, he stepped behind him and placed his hands on Sasori's shoulders. "Just relax Danna. Let me help you," he purred into Sasori's ear. His fingers were working out the knots on Sasori's shoulders. "You're so tense, that's not good," Deidara said, pushing his hands in deeper into Sasori's back. Sasori was still incised but Deidara's touch had him paralyzed. He felt his heartbeat quicken again, and pleasant prickles ran down his spine as Deidara's smooth hands worked out the kinks in his back.
Sasori finally stepped forward, pulling away from Deidara's hands. "Enough," he said, turning his face to hide his blush.
"Hm, I could still feel tension in your back. You sure you don't want me to give you a full back massage?" Deidara asked him. Sasori was still staring away from him, he felt his face grow hot from the thought of Deidara giving him a massage. "Or," Deidara said in his playful tone, "I could find another way to release your tension."
Sasori whipped his head around and gave him an icy stare, "stop that," he warned, "I'm your master, remember? You can't come in here and suggest such things."
Deidara smirked, "alright Danna," he said. "By the way, do you prefer the top or bottom?"
Sasori felt a jolt at his question, "What did I just say?" he asked angrily, "Stop with these perverted questions!"
Deidara grinned impishly and pointed a finger towards the bunk bed, "Jeez Danna. Get your mind out of the gutter, hm."
Sasori blushed furiously red, "I sleep on the bottom bunk," he said.
"Oh," Deidara said, "that's where I was sitting, my mistake. I'll take the top one then." He winked at Sasori and then turned to leave the room, "I'm getting hungry, what do you have to eat here?" he asked as he walked out of the bedroom, headed towards the tiny kitchen.
Sasori's pulse throbbed again, Deidara was so impudent. Sasori wondered how he could survive living with this sassy, overly confident, sexy being. It was going to take a toll on what little patience he had, that much Sasori was sure of.
"The food in there is mine," Sasori said as he hurried out of the room to follow Deidara. Deidara had spotted the sushi box on the coffee table.
"Oh yum!" he exclaimed, picking it up.
Sasori quickly snatched it from his hands, "that's my sushi. I have some bread and lunch meat in the kitchen, if you're hungry you can make a sandwich." Sasori then sat down on the loveseat sofa, opening the box of sushi and taking one out, waving it around tantalizingly. Deidara had a sour look on his face. Sasori smirked and popped the sushi into his mouth, moaning loudly. If Deidara was really going to live with him, then Sasori was going to have some fun teasing him too. Deidara had started it after all.
"Fine," Deidara said, brushing the matter aside. He walked into the kitchen and began to prepare food for himself. He arrived back a moment later, with a turkey and cheese sandwich.
He took a seat right next to Sasori on the couch, munching on his sandwich, but eyeing Sasori's sushi with envy. The couch was small, so naturally, Deidara's arm was pressed up against Sasori's. Sasori stared at him. "I have other chairs you know," he said coolly.
"I like this one," Deidara said. He was either oblivious to Sasori's discomfort in having him sit so close, or he was enjoying watching Sasori squirm in his seat. Sasori believed it was the latter.
"Oh, what's this?" Deidara asked curiously, looking at the newspaper on the coffee table. He picked it up and read the headline, "unstoppable forest fire strikes again."
"Yeah," Sasori said, "there's been a problem with arson in our town lately. These black flames will appear somewhere, and no matter what the firemen do to try and put it out, the fire won't stop until it burns everything away. It's been about a month since the last fire, everyone thought they had stopped."
"Interesting," Deidara said. His pale blue eyes were narrowed as he read the newspaper article.
"I was going to read that," Sasori huffed. First Deidara tried to steal his sushi, now this.
"They don't know who did it. Typical," Deidara said, tossing the paper aside, "they speculate that the black flames are some sort of chemical mixture, but they're totally stumped."
"Did they say if there were any casualties in the fire?" Sasori wanted to know. The last fire had taken three innocent lives.
"No, just a small section of forest. He probably killed off some animals though, hm." Deidara said before taking another bite of his sandwich.
"He?" Sasori eyed Deidara, "how do you know the arsonist is a man? And how do you know it's just one person?"
Deidara shrugged, then placed a foot up on the coffee table, "I don't know. Just a guess."
Sasori glared at Deidara's foot, he gently picked up his leg and placed it back on the floor, "no feet on the table."
"Hm, we live here together, I don't think you should be making up these rules," Deidara said with a smirk. He placed both feet up on the table this time.
"I've been living here for three years! So yes, I can make rules! I like it to stay clean in here, so please take your dirty feet off the table!" Sasori was gnashing his teeth with irritation.
Deidara put his feet back on the floor, "alright, alright Danna," he said. He finished up his sandwich, chewing slowly. "so," he said, "what exactly will be my responsibilities as your apprentice?"
"You'll help me open and close the shop, which means making sure every tool and art supply is in its rightful place. You'll be doing a lot of cleaning too. During my big classes, you can go around and assist the students if they need help with any of the steps. My puppet making class is getting bigger each day, I'll definitely need help with that one." Sasori explained. Deidara twirled a piece of his blonde hair in his finger, watching Sasori as he spoke.
"That's it?" Deidara asked.
"More or less, yes," Sasori said. "and I guess you'll have your own pottery class. We can make a sign up list for that tomorrow, and we'll see if anyone is interested."
Deidara leaned up against Sasori, still twirling his blonde hair mindlessly. "That sounds great Danna," he said. He pressed his nose against Sasori's cheek, and whispered, "are those really all of my duties as your subordinate?" The way he emphasized the word 'all' implied that there was something naughty that Sasori was leaving out. Deidara then wrapped his arm around Sasori, rubbing softly from his shoulder and down to his hand. Deidara traced his fingers in Sasori's open palm, sending sparks through Sasori's body. Alarms were going off inside Sasori's head. He had to stand up quickly to calm his heightened nerves. Deidara toppled over onto the rest of the couch, surprised that Sasori had gotten up so hastily.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" Sasori asked. His face was scarlet, and his breathing had quickened. Deidara made him feel both angry and lustful at the same time. It was a confusing combination of emotions.
"Oh, I was just teasing," Deidara said with a wink. He got off the couch and placed his hand gently on Sasori's cheek, running his fingers smoothly across his face, using his pointer finger to pull up Sasori's chin. Sasori hated that Deidara was taller than him. "Don't take everything so seriously," he said before releasing his finger from Sasori's chin. Then he walked off, shaking his hips from side to side in an unnecessary manner. Sasori noted how curved and large his ass was, as it shook delicately from one side to the other. Deidara turned his head back to look at Sasori, who was rooted on the spot, staring blankly at the perfectly round butt in front of him. "Hm, I see you checking me out," Deidara said in a low voice. He batted his eyelashes at him and grinned.
Sasori quickly turned away from Deidara, too embarrassed to say anything. He picked up the box of sushi and crammed the last one into his mouth. He bit down hard on the food, angered by Deidara's playful teasing.
Sasori could hear Deidara rummaging around in their room. Sasori sighed and sat back down on the couch, grateful for a moment alone.
It wasn't that Sasori didn't enjoy teasing and being naughty with others, he had had his fair share of dirty, sexy nights in bed with other men from his past. But, he always got to know the man beforehand, was careful about who he dated. Sasori hadn't dated anyone in a while, over a year now. He had barely even crushed on anyone since his last boyfriend broke up with him. Sasori figured he was better off alone anyways.
To have this sexy, young male walk into his life and entice him with his sexual gestures and insinuations was too much for Sasori to handle. It was like being handed a golden platter with a stack of a million dollars. That kind of allurement would drive anyone a little bananas. And not to mention, Deidara had an extremely cocky, carefree and forward personality. His persona constantly threw Sasori off his guard, and made him irritated. Sasori had always been a quiet, reserved and careful man. Deidara was the complete opposite.
Sasori couldn't figure him out yet, he wasn't sure what Deidara's true purpose was in gaining a job at the art shop as well as living with him. Why was he overly sexual? Was he like that all the time, with everyone? Or was he being flirty with Sasori in order to gain something? If so, what did he want?
Sasori sat in peace and silence for a few moments longer. Once he felt calm, he got up and walked to his room, ready to get to bed. He was drained from the long day.
He walked in and was greeted by a sight that made his heart stop momentarily. Deidara was half naked, sitting on the top bunk bed in just his blue boxers. As Sasori had expected, Deidara's chest was tightly toned with muscles. His arms were skinny, but well-built. His boxers lay gently below his navel, just barely above his crotch, not leaving much room for the imagination. Sasori could see a slight bulge in those thin blue boxers. Deidara must have a pretty big package down there.
Deidara smirked as Sasori eyed him, "I usually sleep naked," he said in a smooth, unabashed voice, "but I figured you might have a problem with that." His hands were fumbling with the half ponytail in his hair. He took out the hair tie, letting all his blonde hair come loose and cascade beautifully around his handsome face. Sasori gulped.
"So Danna," Deidara said, snapping Sasori out of his daydream. Sasori was thinking about what he would like to do to Deidara's bare chest. He jerked his eyes back up towards Deidara's, "what do you want to do?"
"Huh?" Sasori was confused, "what do you mean?"
"It's only 9:30," Deidara said, cocking his head to the side, "I'm not tired yet."
"Well I am," Sasori said, "so I'm going to bed."
"Oh c'mon!" Deidara complained, "I don't want to stay up by myself."
"That sounds like a personal problem. Find something quiet to do," Sasori snapped back. He grabbed an oversized shirt that he liked to wear to bed. He turned around so that Deidara couldn't see him changing. He quickly pulled up his shirt over his head and put on the oversized shirt. He took off his pants, leaving his black boxers on. Then he clambered into his bottom bunk bed, snuggling up under the covers.
Deidara leaned over his top bunk to look at Sasori in bed. His face was upside down to Sasori, his hair fell towards the ground like a thick yellow waterfall. Sasori declined his impulse to reach out a hand and touch his blonde hair. "What?" Sasori asked him.
"Can you tell me a story or something?" Deidara asked.
"Are you a child?" Sasori retorted.
Deidara smirked and then laughed, "You're pretty funny, aren't you?" he said sarcastically, "Not a story necessarily…just tell me something about you. Or you can tell me about your old apprentice. I want to make sure I don't make the same mistake he did."
"My old apprentice left, I didn't fire him." Sasori admitted. Then, he realized something, "I never told you that I ever had another apprentice. How would you know that?"
"It's obvious, hm. The way you spoke about my duties, it's like you had already told someone that stuff before." Deidara stated. Sasori couldn't help but notice that this comment was clearly a lie, but he didn't pry further.
"My old apprentice was a few years older than you, but younger than me. He was quiet, and dutiful. He respected my commands, and didn't ask many questions," Sasori said.
"Hm, he sounds boring," Deidara said. "what was his name?"
"Sasuke," Sasori said.
"Didn't he have a last name?" Deidara wondered, "Sasuke is a common name, right?"
Sasori grumbled. He really was very tired. "I don't know if it's a common name or not. Why do you want to know so much about him anyways? He never told me his last name. Trust me, you're nothing like him, so these questions are pointless."
Deidara grinned, "thanks," he said, "I'm glad to hear that I'm different from this boring guy." He then lifted himself back up to the top bunk. Sasori could hear the creaking of his bed as he finally slipped under his covers. "Goodnight Danna, I guess I'll try to fall asleep early."
Sasori didn't answer him, he simply closed his eyes, hoping that his dreams would come soon. He tried to get the image of Deidara's half naked body out of his mind, but it seemed to be glued to the inside of his eyelids. Finally, sleep washed over him, encasing his mind with frightening dreams of black fire and smoke.