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'Deidara?'

Sasori frowned when the blonde across the table didn't answer him for the fifth time. He was torn between being pissed off and being severely worried.

Deidara wasn't looking at him as he would normally. Instead his joyful bright blue eyes were focused on nothing but his phone, and he seemed completely oblivious to the world around him. His plump pink lips were curved into a small smile and he giggled a little whenever he received a new text. He had been completely absorbed in the device all morning, even when getting dressed, and had hardly touched his breakfast, which was unusual as pancakes with syrup were one of his favourite meals.

Sasori disliked bringing the subject up over and over again but otherwise he knew he wouldn't get an answer. And he needed an answer. He always needed stability, he always needed reassurance; he had lost so much already for someone so young and he didn't want to lose his angel either.

He knew it was a big weakness but he couldn't change that dependence; it was how he had been programmed.

Besides, Deidara had been very vague about this mysterious friend and he needed to know more information, lest the new arrival be a threat. If so then he could nip this thing in the bud.

Sasori coughed and raised his voice a little. 'Deidara?'

The blonde looked up for a brief moment. 'Danna, un?'

'Who exactly is this friend that you're talking to? What's their name?'

Deidara looked back down at his phone. 'Itachi, hm.'

Sasori narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He tried to his best to seem casual but in reality curiosity was eating him up inside. 'I see…and this Itachi…male or female?'

'He's a boy, un.'

'A boy? So you have a boy…friend? That's comforting for me,' muttered the redhead, roughly pushing away his plate. The china made an unpleasant scratching sound as it crossed the wood. 'How long have you known him?'

Deidara's gaze flicked up and his brow furrowed. He had been trying to avoid this interrogation. 'We were best buds before he left, un. I've known him for a long time-'

'Longer than you've known me?' interjected Sasori.

'Well, yeah; it was before we got together-'

'I knew it. I fucking knew it.'

Deidara looked up and sent his Danna a sad, hurt look. 'We've been over this before. We're just friends, hm. You don't have to worry about anything.'

Sasori chuckled dryly and shut his eyes in irritation. 'Of course not. You'll just text this guy that you've known for years, meet up with him, have sex, leave me and-'

'Danna, un! That's bullshit and you know it!' hissed Deidara indignantly, slamming his fist on the table. 'You're always asking me where I'm going and who I'm with! Why don't you trust me, hm?'

Sasori was silent for a little while. Then he sighed heavily and looked down, ashamed of himself. He had already upset his boyfriend the night before and the last thing he really wanted was to do it again. He whispered hesitantly, 'I'm sorry…I've been stressed lately…'

Deidara relaxed and gave him a sympathetic look. He stood up, placing his phone on the table as he did so. He walked around to his lover's position and placed a finger beneath his chin, gently forcing him to look up. His big brown eyes were dark-ringed, droopy and tired, and his skin was paler than usual. Deidara pursed his lips. 'What time did you come to bed last night, un?'

'…Midnight.'

Deidara bit his lip and trailed his thumb across his lover's cheek, stroking the soft skin. Sasori closed his eyes and leaned into the touch of his angel, nuzzling his hand and breathing deeply. The blonde was always so warm and his skin so supple, similar to velvet. And he always seemed to smell nice too.

'Danna, you need your sleep, hm…'

'But I had work to do…'

'I don't care, un. You're more important…'

When he got no response, Deidara sighed and placed a tender kiss on his lover's forehead before collecting their plates and placing them on the side to be cleaned later. 'I love you, hm. But you can't let that work rule your life…' he whispered.

Sasori nodded offhandedly, disappointed at the loss of touch, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Deep down he knew Deidara was right. 'But it needs to be done. How will I get a job of it isn't complete, hm? How will I provide for you?' He paused here and grimaced. 'What if…what if you do abandon me for this…this Itachi?'

Deidara whipped round, offended. 'Danna, un!'

Sasori growled at his mistake and rested his head in his hands, running his fingers through his short hair in exasperation. He wasn't even thinking clearly anymore. His mind began to flit from one problem to another, exaggerating each one before folding it up and creating a neat little pile of disasters. It was too much. Too much. There was his work that he still hadn't completed, the thought of a job, the dreaded future, and Deidara…

Said male quickly realised what was happening and drifted over to his Danna, sliding his slender hands over the redhead's shoulders and massaging them gently. He whispered soothingly, trying to calm the other down.

He knew Sasori was under a huge amount of pressure and it was beyond fair to describe him as tense. After all, it was that extreme pressure that had resulted in his lack of time for the blonde in the first place.

'Danna…' whispered Deidara comfortingly, kissing Sasori's ear as he spoke. 'Nothing happened between us. Nothing will ever happen. You have to trust me, un. I love you, not him, you. Hell, I haven't even seen him yet…he could be different…'

Sasori snarled viciously and curled into himself further. He grumbled moodily, 'Promise?'

Deidara smiled and nibbled softly as his lover's neck. 'I promise, un. '

The scorpion grunted and Deidara held back a whimper when the redhead stood up, subtly pushing him away. Sasori offered no explanation for his actions other than a simple statement.

'Hmph. We're going to be late for our morning classes.'

Deidara bit his lip. It shot straight through to his heart when Sasori continued to blatantly refuse his advances. He watched forlornly as his Danna strode over to the kitchen door, grabbing his coat that hung on the hook next to it. It was a long black felt-like garment and, due to Sasori's short height, it almost grazed the floor. Once it was buttoned and the collar was turned up to cover his lips, Sasori turned back to his angel, not fully registering the look of pain on his lover's face.

He had never been good with recognising emotions.

'Come on, Dei. It's cold outside so you'll need your coat; I don't want you ill. If we walk quickly we'll arrive on time, hm?'

Deidara nodded sullenly, silently wishing Sasori would pick up on his body language. Then he remembered something and brightened.

'Danna, un?'

'Yes?' Sasori narrowed his eyes. He didn't like where this was going. Then his boyfriend said something that set his teeth on edge.

'Itachi sent me a text saying he would meet us at the crossroads and walk with us. Turns out he only lives a few blocks away, hm. I can't wait for you to meet him, un!'

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