AN: I still don't own anything.
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They'd finished on the sofa and Sasori had been chased into the dining room - where the dining table had then been 'rechristened' and so had the chest of drawers in the corner. While Deidara tended to the burnt food in the kitchen, (the smell couldn't be ignored any longer) - Sasori had aimed for the bathroom to shower. Deidara and his other ideas had him against his bedroom wall before he'd even reached the bathroom door.
Deidara played rougher and Sasori felt it like pinpricks. His kisses were harder and would bruise, Sasori could feel that leftover prickle which ensured that they would. His body clenched around Deidara's, their bodies warm and sweaty and without a care in the world - against his desk, of all places. At least it was a new spot.
"Round five" Deidara declared, hovering over the red head's bare body with pride. "And I swear I'll stop"
"You said that last time" Sasori panted, closing his eyes. He was exhausted.
"I mean it, un" Deidara's kisses ran down his neck. "Just one more"
"I don't think I can" Sasori groaned, but his body hardened as Deidara's touches spread, his hands, tongue, feet, fingers, even the grazes of his hair. His scent. Sasori could die as he was and die completely satisfied. Deidara's fingers worked like magic, and Sasori felt round five starting. How the hell did he have this much energy?
"Br-at" He moaned, feeling the blonde's fingernails digging into his back and- "A-ah" His body reacted, shuddering before flopping backwards, spent and completely devoid of energy. His body sagged and Deidara, having not had the patience before to put Sasori against the bed, now moved him to the comforts of his blankets and pillows.
While Sasori wanted to shower and clean up, the pillows and their softness were a welcome break from Deidara's grips and nips and thrusts and hip-rocking. He ached, and the bed was almost heaven. As he debated his options, he watched as Deidara brought his fingernails into his line of sight, seeing the blood dripping there. His eyes raked over Sasori's body, as if finally realising how hard he'd taken him.
His eyes widened and Sasori watched the realisation sink in.
"Don't worry about them" He murmured, as he traced all of the vicious wounds he'd made all over Deidara's body - he didn't think himself much of a fighter but he'd sure left his mark on his lover.
Deidara flinched away, snaked out from around Sasori and instantly went - naked - into the bathroom. They'd swapped 'love marks' plenty of times and Deidara was never this concerned about it. Sasori's mind was made up and he followed his boyfriend into the bathroom. He watched as he washed his hands under the tap, as he waited for the shower to warm up. Sasori slipped into the shower and his throbbing aches went away almost instantly;
"Come in with me" He reached a hand out and the blonde got in, albeit slowly. He faced the tiled wall, back to Sasori the entire time as they washed and cleaned up.
"Dei, it's really nothing" He tried, but the blonde gave a weak smile and kept quiet.
Sasori felt his new and old wounds prickle but focussed more on Deidara's body in front of him, tracing the healing wounds - the thin white and pale markings - with his fingers. They were trembling the entire time, his muscles still feeling as strong as jelly after Round Five.
He didn't expect Deidara to take his arm, whirl him so he had his back slammed against the tiles and then hike his leg up to the blonde's hip.
"Round six?" He squeaked, surprised. "Dei, I can't-" But his boyfriend was already moving, fingers tracing - digging - hips grinding, mouth stealing every bit of flesh he could reach. Against the heat, Sasori felt rather feverish and he realised, he hadn't been the one shaking. Deidara's entire body was shuddering.
Sasori's hips ached, Deidara's movements now hurried and somewhat…forced.
"Stop" Sasori steadied himself, detaching himself from the blonde's grip awkwardly. "What's wrong with-" He didn't expect Deidara to whip a hand to his neck - holding his position still. Pinning him like he would his prey, not like before - not playful.
Sasori could feel his pulse pounding - the blood rushing around his body. Deidara had never used that kind of force with him - the kind that meant 'attack' and not 'play'.
He was sure Deidara could feel it too, sense it in all ways. His eyes knew, Sasori watched as the recognition of his actions set in. His hands knew because the grip loosened just a touch. His ears twitched in the way they did when he'd caught a sound while hunting, but he pulled his body closer into Sasori's. He's smelling me, Sasori stilled.
"Don't move" The blonde whispered, his head lowering to Sasori's shoulder, his hair an odd golden colour now it was wet. Sasori focussed on that. "Not an inch, un"
In the movies, vampires smelling people usually signalled an interest in blood, and as Sasori would love for Deidara to be interested in his blood, he'd usually be turned on by it. But he was spent and his energy was low and in all honesty, it was probably Deidara trying to get himself back in order.
It had happened a few times when Sasori's family had annoyed Deidara so much that Sasori thought he'd just want to be on his own - in actual fact, Deidara was adamant that he stay with Sasori to keep his sanity intact.
With his spare hand, Deidara's fingers traced the fresh wounds he'd made along Sasori's back, a scratch for each of his sharp fingernails. Sasori shuddered - a movement - and felt Deidara's head drop into the crook of his neck.
Sasori had always been calm and collected and controlled - didn't let too much run away with him, not on the outside at least. He'd managed to work out Deidara's oddities and prepare himself for every situation - but he'd never had a reason to doubt his safety, not with him.
He had never been scared of Deidara. This wasn't something to be scared of… Sasori was worried. It wasn't like his blonde at all. This behaviour….it was different. Deidara didn't get like this over bad bed behaviour.
"Dei, calm down. Okay? It's nothing; I'm fine. Calm down" He repeated it over and over until Deidara finally looked at him, his blue eyes hazy and torn.
Deidara was out of the shower seconds later and Sasori's knees turned to jelly. After half an hour of wasting water, he managed to get up and turn it off, wrapping himself in a towel and achingly shuffling to his bedroom where he hoped Deidara was.
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When he woke up, the sun was peeking through the curtains and he knew Deidara was in the basement. He hadn't retreated to the bedroom as Sasori had hoped, and being too exhausted to push for a response he wouldn't get, he'd simply fallen asleep.
Sasori spent the day lounging on the furniture and lighting fires and thinking. When the sun had set, Deidara came out of the basement half an hour after with his jacket on and his hair tied up ready for a hunt.
"I'm sorry, un" He apologised, remaining a sensible distance from Sasori, who promptly closed the gap and kissed his boyfriend's long-neglected lips.
"Apology accepted; do you know what went wrong?"
Deidara ran his tongue over his lip where Sasori had kissed him, his eyes shining with resolve.
"Un," He nodded once.
"So we can er…resume?" Sasori grabbed Deidara's hips and pulled their bodies closer. "With good behaviour, this time?"
"Best behaviour" Deidara promised, leaning in for another kiss. "But I need to hunt first" He quickly stole Sasori's mouth for a good minute before moving for the door. "Give me half an hour"
It was the usual time frame for a hunt - even if Deidara was only using the woodland surrounding their area, he said it was bad practice to assume a decent hunt would take less any less time. Sasori hoped it'd be quicker, but the blonde used up his full time and was back just as he'd said, half an hour later.
Sasori was aware that he'd glossed over his worry of Deidara's behaviour in the shower, and also aware that Deidara seemed to be completely ignoring it too. He didn't care, as long as Deidara was back to normal and they were both aware that what had happened had happened and nothing could change it. Deidara had apologised and Sasori would move on. Done.
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The next night, shortly after Deidara had returned from his hunt, Sasori sensed his brother approaching before the portal appeared. He closed his book, stood up and called a warning to Deidara.
"Kisame's here!"
He heard Deidara groan but focussed on the shadow growing on the wall opposite him. "Kisame!" He greeted, watching the blue demon step out of the portal tensely.
"This has to be quick" Kisame's strong hand gripped Sasori's arm and steered him instantly into the living room where Deidara was tending to the fire. It was lit and Kisame's eyes scanned Sasori for any new wounds - but Sasori had them all covered up, one way or another. "I'm going away for a while. A mission"
Sasori's stomach plummeted. Kisame? Going away?
"I can't control the others" Sasori frowned. "Hidan and Kakuzu won't listen to me and Konan-"
"They're on their own mission for now - you don't need to worry about them. Zetsu is around - Home is safe. Konan is fine. I just won't be there"
"Why?" Sasori had always felt like a child next to Kisame. The demon was decades old and looked like a warrior in his mid twenties. He had the mind of a leader, the strength of a soldier and the heart of a human - something Sasori could connect with. In comparison, Sasori felt like a kid. He'd always be half human in comparison to his fully-demon older-brother - of course they weren't blood related but families were made of more than just blood. Kisame had been the first one of the group that Sasori had instantly connected with. Having him gone felt like losing the ground beneath his feet. "For how long?"
"Because I have to - and for however long it takes"
"That's vague" Sasori frowned, displeased with his answer. "Is it dangerous?"
"Don't ask stupid questions. I'll let Gaara know I'm leaving"
"Please, don't" Sasori and Deidara both deadpanned.
"You don't get an opinion, vampire" Kisame turned to the blonde. "You're not family" Deidara hissed and scowled. "Gaara will keep an eye out for you" He said to Sasori.
"Deidara won't do anything, why won't you believe that?"
"If I told you to believe that Hidan wouldn't chop off his foot for a new sword, would you believe me?"
"No, but to tell Gaara-" Sasori admitted.
"I can believe that the vampire won't hurt you as much as I want, but it's in his nature to be the predator that he is. Just like it's in Hidan's nature to sacrifice one thing for something better" Sasori saw the reasoning, but didn't admit it. Deidara was watching something else, but he'd clearly heard the conversation. "While I'm gone, please - keep Gaara informed. You know what'll happen if you don't"
When Kisame left, Sasori lay all of his affection onto his boyfriend. They hugged, kissed, made out - he even managed to persuade Deidara to let him play with his hair again. There was something soothing for them both in that task, so they sat in front of the fire for a long while as they did.
"No more sex" Deidara said suddenly. Sasori groaned, knowing that was coming.
"What if I try and arrange a schedule, or something?"
"That little psycho won't stick to a fucking schedule, un" Deidara snickered. "He delights in surprising us mid-sex and I refuse to have him stop me mid-flow, again. I have you on tap and I'll keep it that way"
"You can't deprive me" Sasori pouted. "I told you, I only love you for the sex"
"True" Deidara cocked his head in thought and Sasori grinned. He wasn't one to openly admit to the blonde's face those three words, 'I love you' - but they had a habit of sneaking out during sex and Sasori had taken to joking that the only reason he loved Deidara was because of that.
Soon after, Sasori grew tired from the repetitive motions of playing with the blonde's long hair and Deidara was drifting too.
"Do you even get tired?" Sasori asked, as they curled up on the sofa for a nap, convinced that his boyfriend was complying only for his own amusement.
"Sometimes before dawn" Deidara murmured. "And when I'm weak"
"Are you weak now?" Sasori yawned.
"Yes" Deidara admitted, despite having already hunted for the night. Sasori frowned as they comfortably set up to spoon on the couch. "With you" Deidara snuggled into Sasori's neck and then draped the blanket around him. Deidara offered no warmth, but the blanket would suffice.
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Sasori dreamt of stupid things, like walking in the sunlight with Deidara - somewhere extremely hot where the oceans were pure blue and the sand was light and fluffy between their bare toes. Deidara felt at hot as the sun and his body glowed in it like a God, and Sasori was insanely happy.
When he woke up with the same warmth of his dream, he enjoyed the idea of his dreams and reality merging - even for that murky second between consciousnesses, before he realised how insane it was. He peeked an eye open, facing the dead fire and the drawn curtains either side of it, the sunlight peeking under them.
Deidara's body was still curled up against his back, but just like in his dream, Deidara was warm. Sasori turned and saw the blonde was asleep. Of course he is, Sasori thought. The sun is up, and nothing but a threat would wake him.
Sasori felt the blonde's head with his hand and pulled it back with a bite of his lip. Deidara really was warm, and it didn't fill him with insane happiness now. He was worried. He'd slept beside and with Deidara many a time and not once was the blonde ever any warmer than a chill.
Sasori didn't want to wake him - really didn't - but slipped away with the blanket draped around his shoulders and went to the kitchen to grab a knife. He entered the room with it brandished in his hand, moving closer and closer to the sofa where Deidara lay deathly silent and still. Sasori's heart thudded.
He should've woken up the moment I took the knife from the block. He knew Deidara's senses were wider when he was asleep. He moved the blade down, its tip touching the edge of the sofa as he kept his distance as a precaution. The blonde didn't move an inch and Sasori tried not to panic.
Deidara wasn't reacting to the threat. An immediate threat.
There had to be a reason.
Once he'd noticed Deidara's change in complexion, Sasori couldn't do anything. Every time he went out of the room to occupy his time, he went back in minutes later to see if the blonde had changed at all. He tried to go back to sleep, but didn't want to miss anything.
After three hours, Sasori concluded that Deidara was 'sick'. Something was wrong with him that wasn't normal and therefore he was sick - a perfect opportunity for him to play nurse for real. The only problem was that he didn't know how to nurse a vampire.
Vampires only get sick for the day, he reminded himself. It'll be out of his system by nightfall.
He put pillows under Deidara's head and wrapped him up in a blanket. He made soup and then ate it himself because of course the blonde wouldn't eat it, but then wondered if he could hunt something for him instead.
He did own a gun, he could use it. Whether or not Deidara would accept it was another matter - but it was worth a try. He was out the house for five minutes - had barely surrounded himself in the woodland around their house - before he decided to go back and check on the blonde.
The sky was darkening with the arrival of dusk, Deidara should be slowly becoming more conscious. Sasori waited at his side, the lights in the room all dim around him.
When Deidara woke, he shivered and sat up, his skin paler than flour. Sasori smirked.
"You," He said pointedly. "Are sick"
Deidara faced him, his eye slightly dull with the lack of blood in his system.
"I told you that you'd know if I was, un"
"You're warm" Sasori rushed to his side, putting his hands on Deidara's arm and then gripping. The blonde's eyes narrowed.
"You're cold" He said tonelessly.
"No, I'm neutral" Sasori reasoned. Deidara took in the blanket draped around Sasori's shoulders and the fire dancing in its place; Sasori couldn't be cold. "You are warm to me; you're physically warm, Deidara" Sasori sounded a little too happy about the fact considering it meant that there was probably something wrong.
"It's the heaters" Deidara reasoned.
"When has that ever affected you? Come on, Dei! Let me play nurse!"
"Play nu-…" Deidara shoved off the blankets and jumped to his feet, his body swaying with lag. "I need to hunt"
"I'd question your ability to do so" Sasori said softly. "I don't think you're in any shape to- Dei!"
The blonde took off, tripping out of the house and into the frosty world outside. Sasori gaped at the open door, forced to close it as he waited for the blonde to return.
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He heard Deidara move about in the woodland, could make out his distinct footsteps if he listened hard enough. He heard him stalking his prey, abandoning it and launching himself at some indistinct animal that wasn't expecting to be taken. Deidara stumbled in soon after, wiping the small traces of blood free from his face.
"You're disgusting"
Sasori flinched and turned, the ominous aura flooding the room as Gaara stepped through his shadow portal, pointedly looking disgusted at Deidara's appearance.
Deidara watched blankly, remaining as far away as possible - just as he had with Kisame. Sasori couldn't fault him for his patience.
Gaara turned to Sasori. "So how is the domestic life?"
"We're fine" Sasori answered. "Heating is on, Deidara is fed and I'm alive"
"All good points" Gaara agreed. "New injuries" He observed, and Sasori flinched in response. Of course Gaara's keen eyes would pick up on them - The Shower Wounds, he'd dubbed them - and they weren't very well hidden because Sasori hadn't known to plan for Gaara's arrival.
"You don't need to know about those" He said quickly; Gaara shifted his attention, smirking at Deidara.
"Oh, do tell"
"You don't want to know about those" Sasori amended, snapping his fingers at his cousin. It was probably useless, Gaara didn't understand affection - never mind understand certain references. "Leave him alone"
"Doesn't he speak? Usually he says all sorts of lovely things to me"
"He's being polite"
"A polite vampire?" Gaara scoffed. "I've never met one"
"Gaara, stop it- don't!" But his small cousin was already across the living room and had Deidara's body wrapped in his obedient sand-grains, holding him in midair. "Please-" His body already going limp in resignation, he watched as Deidara was squashed back up against the wall with a large sand-fist.
"Gaara - come on" Sasori blew his too-long hair from his face and waited for his extended cousin to give up. "Put him down!" It wasn't as if he could do much else against his cousin's sand attack. People rarely (never) could and that was why he was feared as much as he was. It was also the main reason Kisame had enrolled him as 'chief protector' in his stead.
"Tell me, vampire" Gaara's sand grains tightened. "What did my cousin do to deserve those marks?" Deidara said nothing and it wasn't helping his situation, but in his defence there probably wasn't anything right that he could say that Gaara would understand.
"Gaara please - it's nothing. It's fine - I made all sorts of marks on him and they're all healed up. Mine are healing - these are fine. Calm down, please"
Slowly, Gaara receded his attack; the sand grains moved back to his gourd as he moved the furthest away that he could. Deidara stiffened as he dropped to the floor, his battle-ready limbs loosening.
Sensing the blonde's anger, Sasori slipped their hands together - for both their sakes. Gaara wasn't too good with the psychological aspect of feelings. Physical, he could do. Touching meant connected, connected triggered care. Care fuelled love. Gaara stared at it in recognition, knowing it meant care but not understanding it at all. But at least he'd stopped. Deidara was growing calmer by the second, his hand chilled like normal.
"While Kisame is gone, no more of that" Gaara flicked a few sand grains over Sasori's wounds. "Unless you want me to misinterpret again and accidentally kill the vampire" It was clear he was annoyed because he didn't understand and Sasori knew he didn't like being in situations he couldn't comprehend.
"Okay" Sasori nodded in agreement. He might be older than his fully-supernatural cousin but right now, his fully-supernatural cousin was stronger than his half-human self. He wasn't going to argue.
"I'll inform the others" Gaara opened his portal and stepped through. "Take care, Sasori" Was his only goodbye, and he wasn't surprised that he hadn't included Deidara.
"Deidara, I'm sorry that-"
"I know" The blonde grumbled, stalking to the corridor. Sasori quickly followed, his apologies tumbling out of his mouth. Of all his family members, Gaara was the one who hated Deidara the most and it always took extra time to calm the blonde down.
They'd made their way up to Sasori's bedroom, comfy on the bed with its many blankets and warmth (in Sasori's case) and its usefulness in terms of Deidara gaining his apology in other ways than Sasori's words. That had taken up another good hour, but at least the blonde seemed to be feeling better.
"Are you okay now?" Sasori asked after a while, reaching for jaw and tracing his fingers over it.
"Hm" The blonde sounded, and then closed his eyes.
"Dei," Sasori stopped his fingers as soon as he'd noticed. Either the blonde was tired (not likely) or he was playing with him (possible) or Sasori was boring him (unthinkable!).
"Dei" He called again, moving his hands to cup the pale face and glare - just in case those eyes did open. "You can't be asleep" He uttered. "It's night time - you can't"
But Deidara didn't stir and his body was as still as it would have been in sleep. Sasori panicked as the night came and went and dawn broke - the blonde still sleeping on his bed. He'd kept the window curtains closed and done his best to keep all light from the room.
He's sick, he chanted to himself. He's sick, he's sick, he's sick!
It was that same horrible gut-feeling he got whenever he saw Deidara's pale-as-flour skin.
Somewhere between the confusion and the panic, sure that Deidara must be playing some kind of joke on him for his own entertainment, Sasori wrapped the blonde in a blanket and made sure the heater was still working. He had thought to burn the warmth out of him, but had been in two minds about over-heating him instead.
He'd swapped the blankets and heaters for a cool fan and a few chilled ice packs, but that seemed too extreme. In the end, he made sure the blonde was comfortable and put him flat on the bed as he would have been if he'd just dozed off. No blankets or heaters or ice packs or fans, just himself. Hopefully it would sort itself out.
He brought the old laptop into the bedroom, never too far from Deidara's side, as he tried to research all that he could on those attacks. He couldn't find anything - anybody that might've known something was either dead or missing, which didn't bode well.
Sasori napped, waking when a new night had begun and Deidara still slept.
He tried the knife thing, taking it from the kitchen block and waiting to see if the blonde stirred. He didn't, so Sasori moved closer inch by inch, up the stairs, and dared the blonde to wake with every step. Sasori could've run the blade over Deidara's throat if he'd be convinced totally that he really wouldn't wake. But he wasn't, so he didn't, and the knife went back and Sasori sat stumped at the end of the bed. He laced his fingers into Deidara's and found that they were warm again.
Sasori didn't know any other vampires. It was a supernatural circle that he did not move in and Deidara was adamant it remain that way. He wondered if now was a good time to talk to his family - maybe Kakuzu or Hidan might know something from their diverse travels.
Yeah, and they'd come running in with ammunition to speed up his death! It seemed like something Hidan would do for a laugh, and Kakuzu would do for an experiment.
"Night, un" Deidara murmured, pulling himself upright and rubbing his neck with his free hand.
"You're awake" Sasori didn't laugh, couldn't laugh no matter how relieved he was. "You're sick. I know it"
"This again?" Deidara huffed, tugged his hand free and looked around confusedly. "Your room?" He murmured.
"You're not okay - you slept for over a day - this isn't normal behaviour" But the blonde had already gone off to gather his things for his hunt. Sasori didn't bother to listen this time. He grabbed some new clothes, quickly showered and wrapped himself up in his duvet on his bed; it had Deidara's smell all over it and he breathed it in like oxygen. He needed a plan, something to get Deidara to listen.
OOO
Sasori didn't hear the blonde come back, if he did at all - and Sasori was adamant that he must've done because Deidara wouldn't have risked a stay somewhere else, not when he had a safe house and a perfectly good, sun-proof, shielded basement.
When Sasori tried to unlock the basement door, he found it solidly locked from the inside. He listened, hearing his blood move steadily around his body as he tried to hear any of Deidara's usual sounds. He was about to give up and go and make something to eat when Deidara spoke;
"Leave me alone, Sasori"
"Nope" The red head replied, frowning. "Not until you talk to me"
That was the beginning of the three days where Deidara lived in the basement.
He came out only to hunt, and always managed to move past Sasori so quickly that he couldn't be caught. On the one occasion Sasori did manage to successfully grab a bit of Deidara's jacket - the blonde refused to face him, pulled it back and carried on within a second.
By the fourth night, Sasori went down into the basement while Deidara was hunting. The space was clean, the bed sheets were crisp and unused, but the metallic smell of blood prickled at his nose. He couldn't find it - wherever it was - and chose to sit on the bed and wait for Deidara to return.
He woke up in his own bed, having felt nothing, and when he went to check, the basement door was still locked from the inside.
Deidara didn't come out to hunt that night.
OOO
Sasori forgot to light the fires and relied on the central heating of the house. He made soup because he couldn't be bothered making anything else, and he ate it outside of the basement door because he hated being further away from Deidara than he had to.
By the end of the week, he was ready to take drastic measures. He had plenty of ideas; he could call for reinforcements and force the blonde via interrogation to finally talk to him. He could bleed himself dry and wait for the blonde's reaction - he'd have to at least come out of the basement. He debated freezing himself cold and attacking the door by consequence- but the outcomes were too unpredictable.
"I love you" He called, sitting outside of the basement door with a book on his knee - a vague attempt to pretend his life didn't revolve around his boyfriend. The sun had gone down ten minutes ago, Deidara should be awake. Sasori hadn't heard the blonde's voice for nearly the entire time he'd barricaded himself away.
Deidara didn't come out.
OOO
It was random when they finally did bump into each other. Sasori had wandered into the kitchen, heedless of the timing and simply wanting something to drink, when Deidara had come back from his hunt. Sasori grabbed the spare gun from the cutlery draw and stalked the corridor to the front door, finding a very wet Deidara removing his jacket - blood free and smelling clean. Not a hint or trace of mud, dirt or animal on him.
Deidara had nowhere else to go, standing in the door in the small front hallway with his hair a dull gold because of the rain. His eyes shone bright and surprised, and Sasori raised the gun defiantly.
"Do you know how long you've avoided me?" He asked, scowling. "How long you've ignored me?" The blonde simply blinked.
"I'm sorry" Deidara murmured; Sasori's grip wobbled and he lowered the gun. Of course he wouldn't shoot his boyfriend. He was just annoyed. And his boyfriend looked pained.
"Talk to me" Sasori remained in the doorway - a very human way of attempting to stop the other from leaving his sight. There were so many ways Deidara could get out, mainly back out the way he came, but it was the quickest and only way through to the rest of the house. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, un" Deidara did look pale - and it wasn't the lack of light or the outdoor excursion. Deidara looked healthy, his previous wounds were now nonexistent and his hair looked healthier, his eyes more vibrant. But the skin…vampire or not, it looked as delicate as flour. His gut clenched again. Wrong.
They stared at eachother for a few seconds, Deidara knowing Sasori would say something stupid, and Sasori trying to think of something smarter than 'Oh for fucks sake, just bite me and get it off your chest'. Because the blonde clearly had an issue with something.
"Dei…" He stepped forwards and Deidara predictably stepped back, flattening himself into the wall. "What happened?" Sasori fisted his hands, his grip on the gun tightening. "What did I do?! What can I do?!"
"You can leave" Deidara said simply. "Stay with your family, stay with The Psycho for all I care - I don't want you here anymore. You can't be here"
Sasori swore his way through the painful heartbeats that struck his chest thereafter. He didn't know why, but he tossed the gun directly at the blonde in fury. It chipped off Deidara's cheekbone and skittered across the wall, falling onto the floor.
Deidara's blood dripped down his cheek and Sasori fumed, taking angry breaths as he stalked up to Deidara. He shoved the vampire against the wall with all the strength he could muster.
Deidara was still, his body burning underneath Sasori's touch. He was pale, not flushed as a normal human with a fever might be, though he felt just as hot. It was almost winter outside, the world had been slowly frosting its way to a snowy Christmas; the rain out there should have chilled Deidara to slightly above his normal cold temperature, but to be warm? Straight after coming inside, from that cold rain? Sasori panicked. Wrong!
"Something's wrong; tell me what it is-"
He was pinned against the floor in half a second. De-ja-vu.
It was so quick that he'd barely even sensed the blonde's intent to move. Deidara knocked the wind from his lungs, the impact on the floor whacking his head.
"What are you doing?" He gasped, swinging his fist automatically and hearing Deidara's face connect with it. His wet blonde hair went everywhere, loose with no tie in sight, though his face simply crunched to the side and halted. Sasori didn't expect him to retaliate back.
He wasn't stupid, knew that Deidara was a natural predator - Kisame had warned him enough times, but the blonde had never even laid a fang on him - to hit him so violently was an inconceivable thought. Or at least, Sasori thought so.
Deidara's fist - so, so strong - right on Sasori's cheekbone changed that thought immediately. Deidara's other hand went for his neck and Sasori lashed out again.
"Dei!" It wasn't his playful assertion of strength, or even his inarguable grip that he sometimes used when he thought Sasori wasn't being reasonable. It was pure force and was crushing his airways - he knew Deidara's intention, and that might also have been why he'd instantly retaliated. He just didn't understand why. There were so many things wrong with that situation that-
Deidara staggered back, tripping over Sasori's legs which had been flailing for any sort of grip or fight but they were wet - slickened from the water falling from Deidara's body. Sasori's fingers ghosted his neck as he sucked in breaths, feeling his chest crunch with every one. That had been worse than the shower. His head swam with nausea - he'd probably be concussed from the contact with the floor.
"Dei" Sasori croaked, crawling over to the still body that was slumped over, legs pitched up at the knees, his long arms draped over them with his hands shaking slightly. They fisted as Sasori touched them, then jolted as he tried to hold them.
Just as Sasori thought he'd gotten somewhere, Deidara's hand swiped him another hit. His cheek stung. His body ached, his eyes prickled and his chest hurt.
"If you're trying to drive me away, it won't work" Sasori's heart sank, even as he said those words, because somewhere his mind was telling him that it might. He didn't know how to handle a volatile Deidara - the blonde had always been…ordinary.
Deidara groaned, saying something. He wobbled to his feet, unsteady and so, so pale. Sasori watched in disbelief as the blonde vanished a second later, right out the front door and back into the woods.
Not safe, Deidara had said. Sasori's hands fisted.
Determined, he grabbed two of his jackets and his chunky, weather-proof winter coat - always one in every home - and double socked his feet. He took his ring off his finger and put it on the chain around his neck - just in case. He then shoved on a pair of boots, wrapped a scarf around his neck and forced gloves onto his hands.
After a quick double check, retrieving the tranquiliser gun and a woolly hat later, he followed Deidara out into the cold.