AN: Smutty smushiness ahead! I'm sorry it can't be anything more .
OOO
"Human realm. North Dakota" Sasori clarified instantly, dumping a bag on the floor and immediately reaching for the pendant around his neck. Was Deidara wearing his? He turned, seeing Deidara shift the collar of his shirt to the side to reveal that he did still own a matching pendant. Good, the house wouldn't reject them as 'intruders'.
"Three years ago" Deidara nodded slowly, remembering. "You did nothing but decorate this place"
"It was fair; you practically built it"
"I was bored" Deidara sighed, fingering the curtain gingerly before checking out the dark landscape past the window. "Looks like your System works" Sasori had known to take them somewhere dark.
"Of course it does" The mapping system had been Sasori's way of keeping track of the myriad of safe houses that they'd built. There were many over a vast amount of places and countries, at least two in every realm, and more than five specifically in the human realm because of its strong barriers against the supernatural.
"We need to turn the power on, un" Deidara made for the nearest door, his memory of the blueprints of the house coming back to him little by little. Sasori kept close, running his hands down the walls, checking the detailing and keeping an eye out for any of Deidara's little house-quirks.
"Remember the one in Southern France? With that little book space on the stair?" Sasori smiled as he remembered their one-week test-stay. The power had gone off twice but they'd since managed to fix it.
"And that ridiculously expensive gate you almost died to get, un"
"It was a genuine work of art; a masterpiece. It deserved to be there" Sasori justified.
"Of course, un" They navigated the hallways hand in hand, eventually reaching the control box. Deidara flicked the switches and they felt the house pop into life. The small side lights came on, a cosy glow illumining the bottom floor. Sasori went to close the curtains, a human habit because it was night time and the curtains were closed when it was dark. Deidara reasoned that for him, it was like closing the curtains at day time - pointless - but the argument had since become tedious and the blonde allowed Sasori to close them if he wished.
In the meantime, Deidara checked the heaters were up and running; the house was cool, not chilly and was fully insulated in all ways - but he wouldn't have it as a future issue. He turned the heating up and then went through the kitchen cupboards - all preservatives intact. It was mainly soups and instant noodles, but it'd do for now.
"Hungry?" Deidara asked, finding Sasori wrapping his second jacket closer to his body. "Cold?"
"I'm fine" He answered, settling back against the counter with his hips tilting forwards just enough that Deidara recognised the suggestive arch.
"Light the fireplace in the living room, then eat your food, un" Deidara commanded.
"I'm warm and not hungry; weren't you listening?"
"No playtime until chores are done" Deidara snagged Sasori's hips and bumped their groins together. The little flutter Sasori's eyes gave him sent his nerves alight. "Weren't you listening?" He added, watching the challenge tear itself across the red heads porcelain face before he quickly went to kindle the fire.
Deidara watched Sasori's impatient movements as he hurried the kindling together, as he quietly urged the flames to catch and then heard his heartbeat increasing with want. Deidara wanted to go back into the kitchen and start on his boyfriend's food if it meant he could get that racing heart against his body in the next minute or so - but that would ruin their waiting game, and Sasori needed to be warm and fed. It was sort of like the hunt before the kill - and Deidara loved every minute.
"Fire's done" Sasori washed his hands in the sink and instantly found an easy can of soup, pouring it into a pan with all the eagerness of a starved child. "Food is cooking"
"I am a'waiting" Deidara crossed his arms and watched Sasori from the other end of the kitchen; the span of the realms could be between them from the look on Sasori's face. His eyes narrowed, unimpressed with the distance and knowing why.
"I hate it when you do this"
"No you don't" He murmured huskily, watching Sasori's fingers as they curled in response - into fists to hide his clear approval. It went both ways. Deidara loved watching Sasori's body move, the sheer possessiveness that overcame him knowing that the red head was his - and Sasori enjoyed the full satisfaction of giving Deidara what he wanted - an eyefull. He could deny that fact as much as he wanted to, but Deidara knew the tell tale signs - the extra hip movements, the exaggerated breaths, the delicate way his fingers moved because Deidara knew what those fingers could do-
"Stop it" Sasori canted his hip to the side and Deidara grinned with delight. "I can practically feel those cogs working in your brain - whatever you're thinking, stop it" Sasori sighed, not turning to face the blonde at all as he focussed his growing arousal on stirring the damned soup. "Deidara, I swear to-"
"Just a bit longer, un" Deidara was closer, the small island counter between them instead of the entire kitchen. Sasori thought it was even worse than having him so far away - he was only a few paces, it'd be nothing just to jump on him and- "Keep stirring" Sasori fell silent and continued, finally pouring it into a large cup so he could drink it.
"Don't rush, un" Deidara frowned in disapproval as Sasori quickly moved the cup to his lips to drink it - it'd probably scald his mouth.
"I hate waiting," Sasori frowned back, blowing cautiously onto his soup. "And you're making me impatient hovering like that"
"Un" Deidara moved towards the sink, where Sasori had abandoned the pan used to cook his soup, and began washing it up. Sasori watched with careful glances, telling himself he could sneak a look for every spoonful he managed to get into his mouth.
By the time Deidara had dried the pan and put it away, the soup was gone. He abandoned his cup on the counter and waited expectantly for Deidara to make the first move. He was pinned against the fridge seconds later, Deidara's limbs reaching everywhere.
Deidara was always careful with his kisses - and that tongue was exceptional at making sure his fangs didn't catch Sasori at all. The red head quickly gripped onto the first thing he could latch his hand around - Deidara's jacket - the pressure below his waistline building up like fire.
Who needed the heating on when five seconds of Deidara turned him into a hot-mess? His boyfriend pulled back, a knowing smirk on his face as his fingers - now freezing against Sasori's hot and bothered body - traced the waistline just above his jeans. Sasori felt his stomach muscles tighten with want.
"Lower," Sasori didn't wine, or beg or plead, he suggested. Very intentionally. Deidara's fingers dipped and Sasori was instantly thankful. It would have been so easy for the blonde to just stop and leave him hanging like a panting dog.
"You're still healing," Deidara nibbled at his ear, one arm securing Sasori between his body and the fridge, the other proccupied with Sasori's nether regions. "I don't want to see you hurting like this, un" What was he talking about?
"Just - lower, brat. Ah-…" He stifled a groan, his body automatically jerking into Deidara's touch. "Mmmf"
"Already?"
"Don't mock me," Sasori grumbled, suddenly realising how his body ached. Deidara held the red head close for a few moments. Sasori wouldn't say he was easy, or even a quick lay - in fact, he was often very surprised at himself for how long he could keep up with Deidara's bedtime plans. It had barely taken a minute and, he now realised, he was rather embarrassed. Surely Deidara was expecting more than that. He peered up at his boyfriend, wondering.
"Do you want to clean up, un?" Deidara asked.
"No" Sasori didn't want to do anything without satisfying his boyfriend at least once. That had been a pathetic offering on his part, the least he could do was give his much-better healing, clearly-over-confident man something in return - with interest. He began to remove Deidara's jacket, dropping it to the floor. He then started work on the belt, his heart racing as he dragged it back through the loops of Deidara's jeans - and then watching those jeans sag a little at his waist.
Deidara was limp and patient as Sasori peeled off the shirt as well, shifting the pendant so it didn't get tangled. He started to shift out of his shoes, but Sasori stood on his feet and looked up at him with such determination that Deidara could only smirk. He let Sasori undo the button of his jeans, and then let down the zipper - knowing full well they'd be one of the last items to come off.
Sasori slipped his warm hand into Deidara's freezing one, the mix of both instantly giving them both shivers as Sasori led him up the stairs and into the bedroom. Deidara sat patiently on the end of the bed as Sasori knelt on the floor, painstakingly slow in his removal of Deidara's shoes - he had shoved a pair on at the last minute, complete with odd socks. Sasori peeled those off too and then ran his hands up Deidara's ankles and as far up the inside of his jeans as they would go.
"Take the blind fold off"
Deidara hesitated, his hands either side of him as he considered undoing the scarf tied around his dud eye. His visible one blinked back at Sasori without any hint.
"You can if you want, un" Deidara murmured. Sasori stood up, shuffling onto his knees on the bed as he ran his hands through the ends of the silky blonde hair as Deidara's hands became proccupied with shuffling down Sasori's jeans. Sasori untied the blind fold and Deidara lowered himself back, easily supporting Sasori's weight too as he shuffled up the bed a bit more for space. Sasori kept where he was, finally tugging down Deidara's jeans, feeling much happier that they were gone and his boyfriend was clearly excited. Yes, it would make up for his adolescent-like display before.
All that was left between them was their underwear, and Deidara was watching him in that predatory way which had a habit of making his blood pump faster. Sasori felt caught, stumped, as if Deidara had snatched away his intent with one look.
"You're too weak" Deidara murmured.
"Shut up" Sasori frowned. "I've topped half as many times as you"
"Not while looking like that" Sasori wasn't one to dwell on his mistakes. He'd practically walked into that trap and he was injured because of it - perhaps more than he ever had been in his life - but he wasn't going to dwell on it and he wasn't going to let it rule his sex life. Deidara's cold hands ran over his heated (and tender and bruised and scuffed) skin and he gave in.
"So, do you want to top?"
"No, un" Deidara wrapped his legs around Sasori's and held him closer, their bodies tingling with their usual mix of cold and warm as he flipped them. Sasori frowned, but got the gist as Deidara slipped beneath the bed sheets and further down to Sasori's growing problem.
"This isn't fa-ir" His hands flailed for a grip, finding Deidara's solid shoulder as his warm tongue did wicked things. His stomach was in knots. "You need it too" Was that a whine? Grow up, Sasori! He supposed he could build up an I.O.U of sorts, maybe pay the blonde back with surprises and things in the mean time. Yes, that would have to do. The attack was finaly taking its toll; he'd been ignoring it because Deidara's had healed, and in normal circumstances Sasori would have probably already been healed himself by one of his brothers little remedies. As it was, he hadn't been Home and was suffering like a human because of it.
He was exhausted and sleepy by the time Deidara had his way with him - but it was still dark outside and the sun wasn't going to be up for a few more hours.
"I can't have my Danna feeling so useless, un" Deidara teased, having come up from under the sheets and joined Sasori at the top. "It means I've neglected you"
"No it doesn't" Sasori scoffed in disagreement. "It means I'm unsatisfactory"
"Say you are unsatisfactory," Deidara's fingers slipped inbetween Sasori's. "Your body is more than enough, lover" Deidara snuggled closer into Sasori's smaller body and then pulled away to grab a blanket. The blanket was made from a heat-insulating material, keeping Sasori warm on the inside while remaining thin enough for him to still feel Deidara's body on the outside. "Your personality is good too, un" He added with a grin.
OOO
Not long after, they got a visitor.
Kisame hopped through a portal with a frown and some swear words and a few additional death-threats to Deidara, but Sasori thought it could've been a lot worse.
(Specifically if Kisame had appeared just half an hour earlier during their more compromising situation in the bedroom. As it was, they'd showered and settled - fully clothed - in front of the fire with a blanket again, Sasori fiddling with Deidara's drying hair while the blonde read his book).
"And you!" The large, blue demon poked his finger at Sasori. "I expected better"
"I'm sorry" Sasori said awkwardly, fully realising that he hadn't told any of his Family about his spontaneous getaway trip with his boyfriend. He supposed it did look a bit suspicious, but even so… to send Kisame? He was the older brother, a borderline father figure - he'd haul his ass home by the ear if he had to. It wouldn't take much from the demon, not at all. He was a warrior and mercenary and chief commanding officer of anything family related.
"You should've known we'd look; especially after the last road trip you both snuck out on - and if you were counting on that, you shouldn't have" He added, his voice low and daring.
"Don't fucking remind me" Deidara growled, arms folded over his chest as he remained at the most distance from Kisame as he could without abandoning Sasori. Unfortunately, the demon hissed back a warning.
"Careful, vampire"
"Stop it" Sasori sighed, used to the way his family members treated his boyfriend. He'd managed to calm them somewhat, but he hadn't helped either of their causes on that road trip. "Kisame, you can report me still alive, well and fed. And warm, see? Pink" He held out his arm and tugged up his sleeve, his wrists pink with life. "And happy" He motioned his head to the blonde, sat in the darkened corner with a glower.
"And you're sure this is okay?" Kisame nudged a finger over Sasori's healing wounds.
"Just an ambush. I should've known better - it's nothing" He lied, and then wondered why. If anything, Kisame could tell the others and they could help find whoever had set the attack up, who'd forced Sasori away from Deidara - who'd vivisected his boyfriend so violently. Not that he could tell any more - the blonde was healing spectacularly. No, he wouldn't make Kisame worry if he didn't need to. Any threat to Deidara was a threat to Sasori and his Family would hike his ass away from his boyfriend at the first possibility of trouble. No. He'd figure it out himself. He was an adult, after all. Barely.
"Fine; you know where I am if you need me" Kisame put his fist to the wall, the ring on his finger creating a shadow portal. "Though I'll admit I'm a bit tied up at the moment"
"Mercenary stuff?" Sasori guessed.
"No, something else" Kisame smiled just a little and Sasori waited for him to expand. When he didn't, the red head shrugged.
"Well… say hi to the Others for me" He smiled, thinking of his other family members. Kisame left with a nod and a wave and Sasori sighed out audibly. "I'm sorry" He whined, turning to his blonde and repeating the same apologies, and then they rolled out as they always did. Sasori would apologise for his inability to defend himself, his family's lack of understanding for their relationship, and then how horrible a boyfriend he must be and so on. It was practically a rehearsed speech, he'd said it so many times.
"Un" They hugged for a while in mutual understanding until Deidara unfolded their tangled arms and slipped away into another room without explanation. Sasori went to his bedroom and heard nothing from the blonde until he appeared silently in his doorway some time later.
He had fallen asleep on top of his bed, waking to find Deidara peeling off his rain-sodden clothes.
"Where'd you go?" He asked groggily. He was in that foggy place between being asleep or awake when he'd heard the shuffling, the familiar 'swoosh' that the shirt made as it came over the blonde's head and away from his hair. He'd suspected he was dreaming, but then the room was filled with Deidara-smell. There wasn't a way to describe what Deidara smelt like - Sasori just knew that he was incredibly sensitive to it and he could never dream it up. He also smelt like rain and blood and dirt. Clearly he'd been out for a hunt.
Whatever Sasori's dirty mind had thought, Deidara shattered it when he stripped (and half tripped) his way to the bathroom.
Sasori listened to it run, vaguely aware of the time and partially alert to the smells drifting from it - shower gel and Deidara smell.
After that, they cuddled on the bed until just before the sun came up and Deidara went downstairs into the basement - the safest place for him during the daylight hours.