Chapter 6:

Students started to arrive around 8:30, the entire house becoming completely packed by 10:00. Deidara knew that there were a lot of kids going here, but didn't realize almost all of them would be showing up tonight. Just trying to walk down the stairs had been a hassle; bodies were pressed up all around him, making it nearly impossible to move.

Once he finally reached the bottom of the staircase, he gave a deep breath of relief, glad to be away from the immense body heat radiating the whole house. He felt a hand grab his shoulder roughly and turned to see Itachi smiling drunkenly at him. "GREAT PARTY RIGHT?!"

"I GUESS, UN!" he had to literally scream over the bass that was pumping through the surround sound speakers. This was definitely the typical fraternity party. Girls were moving in and out of the multiple rooms on the first floor, carrying red solo cups in their hands and grinding on each to the beat of the music. A few guys from Deidara's math class were in the living room playing beer pong, while a girl with short pink hair was doing a keg stand while the blonde girl that worked at the La Pat was guzzling down a can of Bud Light.

Itachi shouted in excitement and chugged the rest of his beer, throwing the cup onto the ground and racing into the living room to play the next round of whatever was going on. The blonde shook his head and tried not to scream.

This was exactly the reason why he never had wanted to join a fraternity. This party was taking away precious time that he could be studying with. He had at least three scholarships riding on the line if he didn't keep his grades in check. And anyone with a sensible mind would understand how pointless this party was.

"YOU STICK OUT LIKE SORE THUMB, BRAT!" the clay artist didn't need to turn around to know who's annoying voice it was.

"I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH YOU, SASORI!" he turned to glare at the redhead. "GO BE ANNOYING SOMEWHERE ELSE, UN!"
"WHY DON'T YOU TRY LIVING A LITTLE?!" Sasori yelled over the music, the pulsating, color-changing lights dancing off his amber irises. "OR ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A KISS-UP TO TRY?!"

"I CAN HAVE FUN, BASTARD!" Deidara snarled at the puppeteer. The other boy only smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "WANNA BET?!"

"I'M NOT BETTING SHIT WITH YOU!" the blonde screamed, clenching his hands into fists, wishing he had some of his clay with him. He watched Sasori's shoulders shake in quiet laughter before he looked at Deidara again. "LET'S MAKE A BET! FIRST ONE TO GET DRUNK! IF I WIN, YOU HAVE TO CALL ME SASORI NO DANNA, BUT IF YOU WIN, I HAVE TO CALL YOU DEIDARA NO DANNA! DEAL?!"

"NO WAY IN HELL AM I CALLING YOU DANNA!" Deidara screeched, feeling his face become hot. Wait…was he…was he blushing?! Obviously the idea of calling Sasori 'Danna' was ludicrous and all, but why was he flushed about it.

It must be the heat coming from all the bodies now pressed against the two of them. Sasori leaned forward and got close enough to the blonde's ear to whisper, "Then I guess you better start drinking, brat."

"S-see, I…toooold you I would win," Sasori slurred, head lulling forward as he slumped even more onto Deidara. The clay artist huffed as the puppeteer's weight shifted, and he tightened his hold on the redhead's left arm, which was draped around his shoulders. The party was still continuing, but Deidara knew that his roommate was done for the night, so he threw his arm over his shoulder and made his way back to their room.

Deidara turned a corner and was relieved to see that the bedroom hallway was empty of any drunk people, besides the one hanging onto him at the moment. He smirked lightly. "Yeah, you sure showed me, Sasori no Danna, un."

"Heh…I like the sound of that," he heard Sasori mumble. The blonde only shook his head and continued on down the long hallway, never realizing it was such a walk until he had a 168 pound guy drooped onto his side. Recalling the events of the night, Deidara had watched Sasori chug down so much beer, he was flabbergasted when the puppeteer had never even thrown up.

In fact…Sasori had been so caught up in drinking that he had failed to notice that Deidara had never even taken a swig of alcohol.

Now, Deidara knew what that was going to mean: having to call Sasori 'Danna'. But in all honesty, it had been pretty fun watching his roommate completely change right in front of his eyes, and he wanted to remember every minute of it. And that was only going to happen if he had stayed sober.

And stayed sober, he did.

"Hey, Deidara," the redhead interrupted his thoughts. The clay artist looked at Sasori. "Yeah?"

"Do you…do you hate me?" Sasori's face was hidden by his head of thick red hair. Deidara blinked, slightly confused, but chuckled softly. "You're a pain in the ass and a nuisance, but I don't hate you."

The puppeteer didn't respond, just kept quiet as they continued the trek down the hallway, the door leading to their room getting closer and closer. Deidara hadn't looked at a clock in what felt like hours, so he had no clue what time it was, but judging by the fact that the moon's blue glow was undulating onto their cloaks, he knew it was probably 1 or 2 in the morning, 3:00 at best.

He needed to get sleep since he had an 8:00 class the next morning. Man, why did he join this stupid fraternity, again? Oh right, to 'one-up' Sasori and prove to him that his art was special.

Fuck his damn competitive spirit.

Fuck it hard in the –

No…no, that was a bad analogy.

Deidara sighed as they finally reached the door, the sight alone enticing the blonde to dive straight into bed. He reached a hand out towards the knob, fingers grazing the metal when a hand clamped down on his outstretched wrist. He gave a hesitant look at the redhead. "Sasori no Danna?"

He saw a nerve in the puppeteer's jaw twitch.

"What's wrong, un?" he felt Sasori's grip on his wrist tighten. Worry creased his brow. "Sasori no Danna, what's wro-"

Suddenly, the hand that was gripping his wrist yanked it to the side, forcing Deidara to turn sharply to the right, facing Sasori. He tensed his muscles as his back was forcibly shoved against the wall, the crown molding digging into his skin. He opened his eyes to see amber irises boring into his face. He began to shake slightly, fearing the worst. "Sasori, what the hell is wrong with yo-?"

"Shut up, brat," Sasori growled. Without hesitation, he let go of the blonde's wrist and in one, swift, fluid movement, cupped Deidara's face in his hands and pressed his lips to his. The clay artist widened his eyes and tried to move away, but his roommate only pressed him harder to the wall with his own body, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss.

Deidara's heart was racing a mile a minute. Never had he kissed anyone before, since all the girls at his high school were always chasing after someone else, but never did he imagine his first kiss would have been with a guy. What was he supposed to do, anyways?! He's watched enough romance movies to know, but he was inexperienced and didn't know how to do anything.

As if sensing the hesitation, Sasori's tongue played with the blonde's lower lip, begging for entrance. Deidara closed his eyes, slowly opening his mouth, a slight moan escaping his lips as he felt the hot, wet appendage slip into his cavern and begin to feel around. His body felt hot, like he was burning from a fever. A shiver ran over his spine as he heard a growl emanate from the back of the puppeteer's throat.

Very slowly, the clay artist touched his tongue to the one exploring his mouth and massaged it gently with his own, earning a moan from the redhead's lips. As if someone turned a light switch on, Sasori suddenly gripped the blonde's thick hair in his hands, pulling hard on the strands until Deidara cried out against his mouth, silencing it quickly with his tongue. Their tongues massaged against each other, neither one remembering how to breathe as they took in each other's pants and moans.

The clay artist felt Sasori move forward, bringing his right knee in between his legs to rub against his semi-hard member, insinuating a hoarse whimper from the back of his throat.

"S-Sasori no Danna~" Deidara gasped, lost in the heat that was invading his body. They continued to kiss, the blonde snaking his fingers into Sasori's hair, the silky strands like clouds against his palm mouths. His heart was pounding painfully against his chest, loving the feeling of having this body pressed against his own.

He loved the feeling of being kissed by his Danna.

The way his hands were pulling at his hair.

The hot and sexy noises escaping their throats.

He loved every bit of it.

But it was gone in an instant as Sasori pulled away, moving back slightly to stare at the ground. The air was filled with the tiny pants running out of their mouths.

"I'm going on to bed...good night," the puppeteer mumbled quickly, twisting the knob with his hand and walking on in, the door slamming shut behind him. Deidara continued to stare at the opposite wall, trying to understand what just happened. His knees felt heavy and he suddenly found himself slumping to the ground, burying his face in his hands to try and hide the embarrassment filling his cheeks.

What the hell has he done?