AN: Nearly there! Just the epilogue left, which for my own reasons has to be on a separate chapter, and is the reason this bit is shorter than the rest. That in mind, i'll just go ahead and put up the epilogue n' all!

OOO

He woke up with Deidara-smell invading his senses and he inhaled it with abandon. He didn't care if he was still half-asleep and probably still dreaming, it was a scent he hadn't indulged in for so long. He was warm, wrapped up in his duvet like usual but with a chill creeping in from somewhere. He sought out the warmth and curled himself into it, the chill drifting away and then coming back. His neck ached - he'd probably slept with it twisted somehow. He sniffed a few times and still caught a drift of Deidara's scent, probably still lingering from his dream.

The left side of his neck felt numb and he rolled his shoulder to try and fix it. When it sent shockwaves down his back, he stilled. It felt like a puncture - like something was stuck in his neck.

His eyes bolted open, and in the darkened room he tried to make sense of what his current position was. Deidara. The chill was Deidara. He'd gotten under Sasori's duvet with him, and that scent wasn't a dream. Deidara's hair was shiny - even under the dull light - and his chilled body was neutral, if not a little shocking to Sasori's fuzzy warmness.

He had nothing but his thin night T shirt and pants to shield him from Deidara's cold arms, but he quickly ignored it in favour of the fact that Deidara was in his bed. A giddy excitement tickled his stomach and he almost yelled with delight, but his neck still hurt and Sasori now knew it was because Deidara had been awkwardly resting his head on it.

He grinned to himself for a long while before he managed to unwrap the duvet and peel it back an inch to see what time of day it was. The sunlight creeping in confused him, but it explained the dead-weight that Deidara had become. And nothing but a threat…

"Ow" His neck twinged as he moved it and he attempted to shift his body from his boyfriends. It was only when he felt his neck pulse with pain, and Deidara shuffled slightly closer into his neck, that he realised why.

"No!" He hissed, forgetting the pain and attempting to wrench himself away from Deidara, but his boyfriend had them pinned together, front to front and so very close. His suspicions were confirmed when his shoulder flushed with pain. "Fucking threat," Sasori grumbled, wondering why he wasn't a threat - why he couldn't be a damned threat that Deidara would wake up to!

"What the fuck did you do?" He whispered, glaring over Deidara's shoulder - more angered by the possibility (more than likely fact) that his neck had been hijacked in his sleep, his blood stolen. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! He had plans! He planned for it like he'd planned for his first time with Dei and having it stolen out from under him, in his sleep!

Sasori wiggled his hand down inbetween them and grabbed Deidara's dick. Deidara was alert, awake in his usual snap-like fashion now threat had been established.

"Baby," He murmured, feeling Deidara's body shift slightly. "Kindly defang yourself from my neck before I skin you - ah!" Sasori felt his neck be freed and immediately felt it throb in reaction. When that appeared to be the only moving Deidara was going to do, Sasori growled. "You bit me!" When Deidara grunted, Sasori remembered his hand was still firmly wrapped and clenched around Deidara's dick. Sasori removed his hand and shoved at the blonde until he shuffled, his weight on his forearms - either side of Sasori's head. The duvet was still over them both and Sasori was feeling a little overheated. He blamed the anger.

"You fucking bit me, in my sleep"

"Un" Deidara frowned, his eyes seeming to focus more on the neck wounds second by second. He raised a hand to brush his finger over the wounds. Then he licked his lips slowly and Sasori watched the delight spread across his face. He knew that look, when Deidara had come back from a good hunt and a decent feed. Satisfaction. Content.

Sasori flinched momentarily and then slapped him across the face. Part of him wanted to be proud that he'd satisfied his vampire in such a way, but the other part was livid.

"In. My. Sleep!" He stressed, pushing at Deidara's chest until his fingers were tangled in his Deidara's dangling locks and the blonde had to sit up for lack of space. The duvet slipped and Sasori got an eyeful of a glowing room; Deidara was outlined in a sunny glow, his face suddenly unimpressed as his back began to blister. Vampire disadvantages were still in play, apparantly. "Do you even remember doing it? Because I fucking don't"

"I don't remember… but you tasted really good, un" Deidara nodded, adamant.

"All those times! Every single one of those times I offered it and you rejected it without reason. And then you do this? I am pissed!"

"You can't be pissed on your birthday, un" Deidara fiddled with the duvet and ducked under it, blocking the sun out.

"You denta-raped me!" Sasori tossed the closest thing he could get his hands on; a pillow. "In my sleep!"

"Probably for the best, un" Deidara's eyes narrowed. "I don't think I'd have been patient enough to be gentle and stalk you" Sasori threw his fist and Deidara caught it without hesitation.

"I don't think you understand how serious I am about this" Deidara cuccooned himself as Sasori shot out from the bed, dressing himself rapidly to deprive his boyfriend of an eyeful.

"I think you're overreacting, un"

"No, no I'm not" Sasori snapped. "I now have grounds to break up with you. It's that serious"

"Why?"

"Look," Sasori tossed his T-shirt at his boyfriend and then regretted it. He was running out of clean clothes. "Remember our first time?" Deidara nodded eagerly.

"You were a very obedient pup, un" Sasori scowled at him. "What? It wasn't perfect, un. Nothing we do is ever perfect. You had the whole thing planned out to where the candles would be positioned and where my emergency exit would be, yeah. Not that any of that shit mattered when I took you in my bed, un"

"Forget it" Sasori flopped onto the bed next to Deidara and tried to calm down. "Clearly you take what you want when you want it and don't care for my planning at all"

"That's not true, un"

"It is for the only two things I ever wanted to be special with you-"

"It's your twenty first birthday present, un. What could be more special?"

"Don't you dare try and make this better, brat!"

"Don't you want me to do it again?" Deidara asked quietly, and Sasori's heart flipped.

"I might deny you for eternity" Sasori reasoned. "That'll be the one and only taste you'll ever get because you made a stupid mistake - why weren't you chained up?" He looked at Deidara's wrists, seeing them free of any markings. Of course they would be if he'd fed. "Why didn't you wake me up? Why didn't I wake myself up?"

"Maybe you thought you were dreaming, un" Deidara's eyes hovered over Sasori's bare arms - he hadn't managed to get his T shirt on, and there wasn't a single other mark on his body. For all he knew, Sasori might've cuddled into Deidara instead of trying to ward off the intrusion. It was just as likely.

"Don't talk to me for the rest of the day" Sasori snatched his shirt and put it on, flipping on his hoodie and yanking on his socks. "Or night" He added, seeing Deidara's tired smirk watching him. "In fact, seeing as you're vampirism is still intact, you can leave"

"You're being such a princess about this" Deidara canted his head. "I forgot how much I loved this side of you"

"You'll love it a whole lot more once this ass," Sasori turned around and looked over his shoulder with what he hoped was a sexy face. "is something you no longer own"

Sasori hoped that by staying away from his room, Deidara would be stuck there and unable to come out because of the sun. Of course, the blonde proceeded to follow the red head around while wrapped up in his duvet, a large marshmallow of a blob always lurking around Sasori's daily movements.

Eventually they both knew that Deidara would retire back to his natural instinct to sleep during the day - and it wasn't that much of a surprise when Sasori found him curled in an alcove securely wrapped up, shortly after he'd been bombarded with gifts and cards and birthday treats.

Sasori was satisfied with that ending until the sun went down and Deidara emerged fully rested and ready to hunt. Sasori didn't even care that he'd slept through his birthday, it wasn't as if it was anything special, really. Just another birthday gone.

"I'll be back in half an hour, un" He said hesitantly, and the rush of familiarity made him smile in reply. While Deidara was out, Sasori made a plan.

He still needed to repay his boyfriend for the multiple times he'd forsaken his own satisfaction in order to give Sasori his own, and now that the blonde appeared to be on the mend - vampire tendancies intact - Sasori hoped to test it with a game.

When Deidara came back, looking refreshed and lively and much more like his usual self - Sasori was waiting around the doorframe, peering in until Deidara caught him. He whipped back around, out of sight, and heard Deidara's footsteps close in on him. He moved, hiding around another corner and watching Deidara's reactions.

"This isn't how you hunt, un" He said with a grin.

"I'm not hunting you" Sasori said, out of sight as he stripped off his jacket and tossed it at Deidara. "You'll be stalking me" Deidara's senses whipped into action - Sasori could feel it like electricity in the air. Deidara's eyes on him - it brought a whole new feeling to his body.

Just as Deidara was lost around the corner, Sasori shuffled off his shoes and socks and looked up, Deidara already in front of him. He leant in and shot his tongue into Sasori's mouth without any kind of warning.

He was released quickly, Deidara moving back a few paces and peering around with his bright blue eye watching him. It was like playing with a cat! Sasori felt a tickle of nervousness - it had been a while since they'd played it like this.

He inched back up the steps, one at a time, all the while keeping Deidara in his view as he took off his shirt and dropped it down the steps. Deidara's eyes followed it momentarily and then snapped back up to him. Deidara would either wait at the bottom and sneak up - or-

"Shit!" Sasori watched as Deidara rocketed up the staircase, too fast to stop himself hitting the wall opposite.

"Keep going, un" Deidara slipped back into the nearest shadow, giving Sasori a bit of space (and metaphorical air to breathe) as he regained his composure and turned, aiming for the bedroom.

Sasori walked ahead - not rushing, depsite his heart telling him to fucking run - and felt completely overwhelmed as soon as Deidara's eyes settled on his ass. All he had to do was walk, knowing the blonde was watching his every move, and remove one piece of clothing at a time. A difficult task when he knew that as soon as those eyes alighted on him, he was basically prey and waiting to be attacked. At any moment. Could be while he walked, or when he unbuttoned his jeans, or sat on the bed. At any time, Deidara would pounce.

He turned as Deidara closed the bedroom door - each of them on either side of the room.

Deidara hadn't stripped at all. He was still fully clothed and all it had taken was Sasori's body language, words and expressions to make Deidara like putty in his hands - regardless that he was the one almost naked. There was no denying the hunger there in his expression, Sasori was sure the blonde was seconds from begging on his knees

"Strip" Sasori ordered, barely keeping his boxers on - the only thing left to go and the only bargaining chip he had left if Deidara didn't comply. Thankfully, he did. And then he pounced.

"I'm adjusting to life without scuffs and bruises, thank you" He murmured around kisses, watching Deidara's expression soften.

"I'll play good" Deidara mumbled, showering Sasori's body with soft kisses and wicked licks. "I promise, un"