WOOT WOOT heres chapie three!!and I have to say, I kinda put hem more in character here, you will see what I mean. and thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and read the story, expect to see my other one soon, and guess what it is, DEIXSASO! yeah I cant pull myself away from them! well hope you enjoy!

Sasori took a seat on a stool. Deidara stood in front of him.

"Sit with me." Sasori patted his knee. Deidara's face turned red,

"No, I'm o…" With a swift movement of Sasori's hand, Deidara was pulled on his lap. Sasori locked his arms around him. Deidara felt his head lean against his back,

'Aw crap, I just got over my other erection, and my face, I should just paint it red, that's the only color it will be around him. Yeah.'

"You look so beautiful…" he cooed in his ear. Deidara could feel his heart skip a beat.

'Ah, I shouldn't be doing this, what will happen when he finds out I am a guy? I don't think I can hide that forever. Un.' Sasori brushed a strand of hair off his neck, then set his soft lips upon his neck. Deidara's breath caught in his throat. It felt so good. The warmth radiated between them. Deidara laid his head back on Sasori shoulder, and his eye's rolled back in his head.

Sasori's hand slowly moved up Deidara's thigh. That made Deidara act, he jumped off his lap. Sasori smirked,

"What's wrong?" Deidara paced back and forth, hoping to clear his mind. The teacher walked in,

"I am your new art teacher, today, just start off and show me what you can do, you can use anything in the room. Go!" After the chaos of everyone running to get what they want before the others could, Deidara plopped down with a huge clump of clay.

He glanced over to Sasori who was already working on what looked like a puppet. Deidara sighed as his azure eye glanced over the lump in front of him. His mind was to fogged from the earlier incident to think of anything worth making. Sasori was finished in no time, he made on last adjustment to the strings and handed it to the teacher.

He sat back down and scooted closer to Deidara,

"It might just be me, but that just looks like a lump of clay." Deidara gave him a death glare,

"I know, the art I usually work with is fleeting, that beauty you see in those few seconds of an explosion, I usually blow everything up, that's what I call art. Yeah!" Sasori raised a crimson eyebrow,

"Babe, you have that all wrong, art is eternal, it's mint to last forever, like a puppet." One thing, the babe thing made Deidara angry, and then criticizing his art really pissed him off.

"Art is mint to be fleeting! Yeah!" Sasori was able to compose himself, and shrug it off, when Deidara had calmed down, Sasori struck,

"Eternal." He could see Deidara's eye twitch,

"Fleeting!"

"Eternal." Sasori was surprised he was able to keep so calm, it was one of his biggest pet peeves when someone talked about art like that, but the look on Deidara's face made him calm. He mentally chuckled at the sight. Deidara went on ranting about art until the teacher told him to sit down and shut up.

Deidara sighed and took his seat, after a moment or so of staring at the clay, Sasori spoke,

"Artist block babe?" Deidara said nothing, just keep staring. Sasori's arm slipped around his shoulders, causing his cheeks to burn red. "I think you need a muse." Deidara turned to face him, only to find their noses brush. Deidara's eye widened, and a red tent sweep across his cheeks, a smile grew on Sasori's face. Deidara could smell the mint on his breath, driving him insane.

Sasori's hand held Deidara in place, now with their foreheads touching. They became lost in each others eye's and time seemed to stand still. Sasori's lips leaned in ever so slightly, begging Deidara to fill the small gap between them, and he did. His lips moved, almost closing the gap, if not for the teacher.

"That will be enough! I don't need that kind of stuff in my room." Sasori pulled away.

"Sorry teach," he threw a wicked smile at Deidara, followed by a wink. If it was possible, Deidara's face grew redder.

Class ended in no time. It made Deidara mad because he didn't get to finish his work of art. He sighed, turning in what little he had done. Sasori was waiting for him out side the door. He squeaked as Sasori's arm locked around him and pulled him to his chest.

"Next time, warn me when you are going to do that!" Sasori rubbed his cheek against Deidara's angle kisses hair, and purred,

"But I like this response better." Deidara crossed his arms and walked along with Sasori back to their room. Sasori was the first one in the room, he dropped his bag as Deidara locked the door.

A shadow loomed over Deidara, he slowly turned to find Sasori looking over him, a smirk on his face. He took another step, Deidara flinched back, but he was pinned against the door. Sasori placed his hands on either side of Deidara's face. Deidara panicked, looking for a way to get away, come to no avail. Sasori leaned in, his breath hypnotic to Deidara,

"Now…where were we?

Dundundunnnnn... cliffhanger! hehe well R&R