It took Sasori a little longer than he expected to finish the book. He was quite satisfied with the ending, but was sad to learn that there had not been a sequel. According to the librarian, no one knows what happened to the man called Jiraiya. Apparently he had suddenly stopped writing novels a long while ago.
Sasori's head was so full of thoughts about ninja battles and missions, that he almost forgot about Deidara's suggestive promise to him. He suddenly recalled Deidara's words as he opened his door. He stepped into his place cautiously, afraid that Deidara might pop out at any moment to scare him or catch him off guard. Deidara would be the type to do such a thing.
Then Sasori heard something coming from the bedroom. He couldn't quite make out the noise, it was like a tiny slapping. He pushed open the door and was met by a disturbing and extremely embarrassing sight.
Deidara was seated on his bed, half naked, with one hand down his boxers and the other holding onto some papers. The hand in his boxers was moving furiously up and down, it was quite clear what he was doing. He blushed a little when he saw Sasori standing there, clearly stunned. His hand stopped moving, but it was still stuck under his boxers. Apparently he wasn't even going to try to make up some excuse. "Oh, you're finally back," he said flatly. "Either close the door so I can finish," then he licked his lips, "or, you could come up here and help."
"A-ah!" Sasori cried. He seemed to be more flustered and embarrassed than Deidara, when it should have been the other way around. He seemed glued to the spot, as though his brain had stopped firing his muscle movements. He had just walked in on his roommate masturbating. He tried to force his body to move, to get out of there, but then he recognized the papers that Deidara was holding in his other hand.
"Hey!" he yelled, "That's mine!"
"Oh, these naughty drawings of yours?" Deidara held them up, "they are very realistic. Your naked porno drawings sort of got me in the mood. I was waiting so long for you, and they caught my attention."
"Those are not porno drawings, those are art!" Sasori yelled, "stop defacing them and hand them over! And can you please take your hand off your dick while I'm talking to you!?" Sasori's face was scarlet with rage and embarrassment.
Deidara sighed, "it's going limp again, and I was almost done. Way to cock-block me. Here," he threw the papers from his hand, and they flew around the room before drifting to the floor. Sasori scurried to pick them all up. "I didn't deface them, I was just using them along with my imagination. Why do you draw naked art, hm?"
"These are sketches and prototypes for my puppets," Sasori said as he hurried to pick up all his drawings.
"Hm, well they were all a bunch of naked men, so naturally I got excited. I didn't see any drawings of you though, which was disappointing. That's why I had to use my imagination," Deidara said as he clambered down from the top bunk. Sasori felt his heart leap up in his throat and his breath hitch. He tried to ignore Deidara's remark, he was feeling thoroughly flustered and embarrassed.
"I don't like this drawing though," Deidara admitted as he picked up a drawing of someone's face. Sasori turned to see that it was the lone picture he had drawn of his old apprentice, Sasuke.
"That's Sasuke," Sasori stated simply, snatching it out of Deidara's dirty fingers.
"Oh, your old apprentice," Deidara said it with a hint of malice, "was he your lover?"
This made Sasori laugh, "hell no," he said. "I just drew him on a slow day at the art shop. I always thought he was sort of good looking, but I was never really attracted to him like that…"
"Did you know him well?" Deidara asked. Sasori wondered why Deidara was so inquisitive about Sasuke.
"Not really, he was pretty quiet. He came and did his job in silence each day," Sasori said, "we spoke a few times, but never had any real meaningful conversations."
"Hmm," was all Deidara said to that.
"Why are you asking me about Sasuke anyways?" Sasori wondered.
Deidara blinked and then put on a devious smile, "no reason," he said, "I'm just glad to be your apprentice now. I'll give you way more attention than that stupid Sasuke." He handed the last drawing to Sasori and then walked off towards the bathroom, "I'm going to finish off what I started," he said, "so don't come in. Or," he bit his lip, "do." He sashayed away slowly.
….
Sasori was too nervous and uncomfortable to join Deidara in the bathroom while he finished masturbating. How dare Deidara even suggest such a thing? Sasori never knew if Deidara was just being facetious or if he was serious. Sasori chose to go to the furthest corner of the loft, away from the bathroom so he wouldn't hear Deidara's moans. He decided to rummage through his fridge in search of any alcoholic beverage. He felt he needed a drink after that humiliating conversation.
Deidara returned just a few minutes later. Sasori turned to him from the kitchen, still looking for a drink. "I feel much better," Deidara said.
"Okay, I don't want to hear about your dirty deeds," Sasori said. "I've been trying to find something alcoholic, but I think I'll have to take a trip to the liquor store."
"Oh alcohol! Naughty Danna!" Deidara said, "I can go get the drinks, you wait here."
"Um, sure," Sasori said, eyeing Deidara carefully. He wondered why Deidara had offered to go buy the alcohol.
Deidara was already grabbing his wallet and keys, rushing out the front door. Sasori heard his loud footsteps as he ran down the stairs. Sasori peered out the window and saw the blonde walk by. He had a phone up to his ear and was speaking rapidly. Curiosity took hold of Sasori, and he leaned further out the window, trying to listen to what Deidara was saying.
"-definitely him!" Deidara said into his phone. "Yes, I know that. I'll check that out this weekend while I have the time. And then it's just a matter of finding-" But whatever it was that Deidara was supposed to find was lost to Sasori as he walked away from earshot. Sasori pondered what that conversation meant, and who Deidara could have been talking to.
…..
Deidara returned a half hour later holding up a bottle of tequila and orange juice. He also had a bag full of snacks- licorice, chocolate bars, lollipops and potato chips. "This is the most childish assortment of snacks I've ever seen," Sasori commented, "and you brought back tequila? Of all the alcoholic beverages you could buy, you got tequila?!"
"What's wrong with tequila?" Deidara snapped back.
"How are we supposed to relax after a long day with tequila? Tequila is for going wild at parties." Sasori said.
"Well, who says the two of us can't get wild here!" Deidara flashed a dangerously mischievous smile, "live a little Sasori!" He hopped over to the kitchen to make their drinks. He returned with their orange juice tequila mixtures in hand, looking excited.
"Alright, fine," Sasori said, taking a sip of his drink. It was much stronger than what he normally mixed, it felt like fire running down his throat. He cringed at the taste, but forced down another sip.
"Hey Sasori let's play a game, hm," Deidara said, scooting closer to him on the couch.
"What kind of game?"
"A drinking game to get to know each other better," Deidara explained, "We can ask each other questions about anything. If you feel too uncomfortable to answer the question, then you have to take a drink."
"That doesn't sound too bad…" Sasori said, "but I doubt you'd be uncomfortable about any question I ask you."
Deidara smirked, "you don't know that. Go ahead, ask away."
"Where did you come from? And why did you come here?" Sasori asked. His mind was full of questions for Deidara, this would be easy.
"One question at a time, which is first?"
"Where are you from?" Sasori asked again. Deidara winked at him and took a sip of his drink. "Oh c'mon! Why can't you tell me that one!? It's a simple question!"
"My turn," Deidara said, ignoring Sasori's indignation. "Is the landlady your grandmother?"
"Yes," Sasori was too stunned to turn down the question, "how did you know that?"
"I had a hunch, the way she was speaking about you. Now for my next question-"
"Wait, it's my turn," Sasori said, cutting Deidara off mid-sentence.
"You asked me how I knew the landlady was your grandmother, that was a question," Deidara smiled.
"That's not fair," Sasori grumbled, "fine, give me your next question."
"Why don't you and your grandmother get along?" was Deidara's next inquiry.
"Hm, it's kind of a long story," Sasori said.
"We have time." Deidara said before taking another sip of his drink. It seemed he was pretty lax about his drinking rules.
"Well, when I was a little kid, around 8 years old, my parents went on a big art exhibition trip. They owned the art shop before I did, and everyone loved their art. They went to sell it at a gallery in another country, and were supposed to be gone for a month. I stayed with granny Chiyo for that time. But then, a month passed without them coming back. I asked granny why they hadn't returned yet, and she told me that their travels were going to take longer than expected. Another two months passed, and I would constantly ask granny when my parents were going to return. One day after 3 months of not seeing my parents, I asked granny again to tell me what happened. She finally revealed that my parents had died in a horrible car accident. She had been too afraid to tell me, and had kept it a secret. I never even got to attend my own parents' funeral because of her…she said the sight would have upset me, they had gotten mangled by the accident. I grew distant from my grandmother after that day, and I still haven't been able to truly forgive her. She kept the truth about my parents from me for so long…the day I turned 18 I moved out." Sasori explained it all in a rush. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, it was a topic that he did not relish talking about.
Deidara took hold of Sasori's hand and gently squeezed it. "I'm sorry that happened," he said sincerely. His eyes reflected true sympathy. Sasori blinked back his tears, feeling better with Deidara holding his hand.
"It's alright," Sasori said, "now it's my turn again."
"That's right, ask away," Deidara said.
"Why did you come to this town?" Sasori asked. He hoped Deidara wouldn't take another drink this time.
To his delight, Deidara answered, "To be honest with you, I was sent here to carry out a mission of sorts…but I also wanted to leave my old town because I was fed up with how things were going. I didn't have many friends, and I never knew my own parents. I was raised as an orphan. I was craving a change. When I got here, I saw your art shop and knew I had found a good place to start."
"A mission? What mission?" Sasori's interest was piqued.
Deidara wagged a finger at him, "one question only Danna. Perhaps I'll reveal that matter to you, but now is not the time."
"You're more mysterious than I thought," Sasori said. Deidara smiled widely, as though this was a compliment.
"So Sasori, how many boyfriends have you had?" Deidara asked, leaning in closer to him. Sasori took a large gulp of his drink, glad that he could avoid that question. His embarrassing answer was that he had only had 4 real boyfriends.
"Aw," Deidara looked put out.
"Well, how many boyfriends have you had?" Sasori spit back the question.
"Only one Danna," Deidara confessed.
"One?!" Sasori couldn't believe it. "Don't you have to drink if you lie!?"
"I'm not lying," Deidara laughed, "I dated a guy when I was 17. I've had plenty of hook ups, but no real dates since him. I'm only 19, remember Danna?" he smiled innocently. But Sasori knew he was far from innocent.
"Who was your boyfriend?" Sasori asked.
Deidara grinned, "it's not your turn silly. Now, when was your first kiss?"
Sasori glared at him and took another sip of his drink. He felt his head begin to buzz from the alcohol. Tequila always hit him fast.
"Aw no fair!" Deidara complained, "you're drinking for everything!"
"You made up the rules," Sasori reminded him, "So, who was your boyfriend?"
"His name was Akio, he was 3 years older than me and very handsome. We had a lot of fun together, we dated for about 7 months. But then he told me that he loved me, and I realized I couldn't say the same back to him. I was happy with him, and I had fun, but that was all…I never felt a deep, loving connection with him," Deidara said. "After breaking up with him, I sort of just hooked up and fooled around with guys, thinking that I wouldn't easily find a deep connection with anyone. It was more fun for me to just fool around than risk getting myself or another person's feelings hurt." Deidara's explanation of his love affairs made sense to Sasori. He felt he could understand him, even though his own sexual encounters and dating experiences had been different. Sasori noticed with a bit of shock that his thumb had been slowly caressing Deidara's hand in gentle, soothing circles. He had even leaned in closer to Deidara, and had his head resting next to Deidara's upon the couch. His body had reacted on its own without any second thoughts. Perhaps he should stop drinking and just answer the questions.
"My turn again," Deidara said with delight. Sasori took another sip of the nearly poisonous concoction while he waited for Deidara's question. His head was fully ablaze with drunkenness now, his cheeks were red and warm and his inhibition was lowered. He hadn't noticed until now how low his drink was in his cup.
"Alright Danna," Deidara said. He turned his head so he was face to face with Sasori, and looked him straight in the eye, "Do you find me attractive?"
"Yes," Sasori blurted this out without even thinking. His inhibition was definitely at an all time low. The wide smile that spread across Deidara's lips made Sasori's insides squirm. He noticed that Deidara also had flushed cheeks from the alcohol. "My turn," Sasori said, lifting himself up a little higher in the couch and staring into Deidara's blue eyes. He wanted to be sure, "do you find me attractive? You called me your 'hot roommate' the other day, but I don't know if you were being honest."
"Yes, I was," Deidara said, "Danna, you're probably the hottest guy I've ever seen." Sasori kept his gaze on Deidara's blue eyes, looking for any sign that he was lying. It seemed Deidara was telling the truth, his words and his facial expression did not give any hint of fallacy.
Deidara wrapped an arm around Sasori's neck, "my turn," he whispered. "Do you want to kiss me?"
Sasori felt his heart swoop in his chest, but he decided to tease the blonde. It was the perfect opportunity. He smiled playfully and then put his cup to his lips and finished his drink. He heard Deidara moan, "Aw c'mon! You don't have to-"
But Deidara's sentence was cut off again as Sasori flung his empty cup aside and pressed his lips against Deidara's. He pulled back a second later and replied, "Yes. Gotcha," into Deidara's mouth. Deidara blinked in surprise before a wide smirk ran across his reddened face. He closed the gap between them again and pulled Sasori in for another kiss. This time, Deidara pushed open Sasori's mouth and let his tongue explore Sasori. Sasori responded with his own tongue, pushing it up inside Deidara's mouth, and embracing the warmth of Deidara's breath.
They entwined their arms around each other as their passionate and drunken kissing continued. Neither of them wanted to stop. All the sexual tension was finally loose, and it took all Sasori had to keep his clothes on. Although he was inebriated, he knew he wanted to wait for more. He didn't want to become another one of Deidara's hook up stories.
With that thought in mind, Sasori pulled away. Deidara was smiling brighter than he had ever seen him smile. "Mmm," Deidara said, "you taste so sweet."
Sasori smiled and wrapped an arm around Deidara, pulling him in to his chest. Deidara rested his head upon Sasori's shoulder, and rubbed his fingers along Sasori's chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. "I bet you have an amazing body under this…" he mused.
"You'll have to wait to find out," Sasori warned. He ran his fingers through Deidara's long blonde hair. "I really liked kissing you Deidara."
"I know Danna," Deidara said, turning his head up, "we can do more than kiss, if you'd like."
"I want to, but not yet," Sasori said before hiccupping. That tequila really was strong.
Deidara laughed at him, "fine Sasori. Jeez, you're probably the only guy I've met who actually wants to take things slow."
Sasori kissed the top of Deidara's blonde head, "It's better to wait," he said. His eyes felt droopy, he was starting to get tired. "Besides," he added before hiccupping again, "I'm getting sleepy."
"You go to sleep so early," Deidara complained. Then he yawned loudly and laughed.
"Hm, look who's talking," Sasori said with a laugh. Deidara nuzzled his face deeper into Sasori's chest.
"Mmm, you smell good Danna," he said.
"You're drunk," Sasori pointed out. Deidara laughed and wrapped his arms around Sasori's waist. Sasori was perfectly content with this. He let his head fall back onto the pillow behind him. Deidara had closed his eyes on Sasori's chest and was breathing evenly. Sasori watched Deidara fall asleep, noticing how cute and innocent he looked. Sleep soon took over Sasori's body too, shrouding him with pleasant dreams.