Sculpting for Dummies

AN: Is anybody else really starting to get annoyed with Manga!Sasuke? 'My emo-ness makes me invincible! I can summon up a huge friggin' snake when I have no chakra left'

Damned main character shield.

But on a happier note, I got really excited when I watched the new Shippuden end song last week. For a moment, I thought it had school-girl Deidara, before I realized that although Kishimoto-sama has been very kind with his fan service, he wouldn't go quite so far as that. Besides, the hair was parted on the wrong side, so I think it was supposed to be school-girl Ino. Oh well, I can most definitely pretend that it's not.

And sorry for the delay for this chapter. I got distracted by Harry Potter seven…then an amazon book order…then two new releases on looseId that I'd been waiting for. I'm easily distracted.

Warning: umm, this fic is rated M…and this chapter is the beginning of the reason…

Chapter 3:

The near silence in the basement cell, which for hours had consisted only of hushed breathing, was broken by a heavy wooden creaking. Light streamed through the hole overhead and blinded Tobi. He blinked sleepily as his eyes adjusted to the change. He jolted when he could see clearly; a figure, rendered unrecognizable by the light behind him, was crouched low over his bed.

"Shh. I'm monitoring his chakra," The figure whispered. The voice was familiar, and Tobi realized the silhouette was one he recognized as well. The Akatsuki member wondered why Sasuke was leaning over him if he wanted to check Deidara-sempai, before he remembered exactly where his partner was. Strange, their position felt so natural to Tobi that he'd forgotten that Deidara was sleeping right behind him. Tobi's cheek was nestled in Deidara's golden hair, and his longer frame molded to the contours of his sempai's body. His arms, now fallen asleep and beginning to tingle, were still wrapped around the unconscious shinobi.

"Shit." Sasuke cursed softly as his sharingan eyes swirled and watched Deidara's shallow breathing. "This is taking too long. He'll sleep through the rest of the week at this rate." The end of the week was really only three days away, but the Uchiha rose from the floor and huffed. "Just like sensei, using up all his chakra and putting himself out of condition," Sasuke mumbled to himself.

"You're sure you won't tell me where Itachi is yet?" He asked Tobi suddenly, red swirling eyes staring at Tobi's mismatched black and faded-out brown ones. Tobi shook his head as much as could without disturbing Deidara. Sasuke snorted and looked away (Tobi wasn't sure if it was because he was angry at the refusal or if he was uncomfortable with how Tobi was currently wrapped around the blond).

The Uchiha walked over to the ladder out of the basement and stopped with his foot on the first rung. "I'll have one of my men bring you breakfast. Be sure that he eats it, or he will be all week recovering, and I'm not that patient." Sasuke ascended the ladder and flipped the trapdoor. He didn't bother taking the ladder with him. With four high ranking nin lurking on the floors above, it wasn't the cell itself keeping the two Akatsuki members trapped.

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The soup the kunoichi Karin carried down for them a few minutes later was murky and green. When Tobi scooped up a spoonful and let it drip back down into the bowl, it didn't flow so much as plop down all at once. It was most definitely not up to Tobi's standards for what a recovering Deidara-sempai should be eating.

"Maybe it tastes better than it looks," Tobi declared at last to his unconscious partner. "I bet this is going to be the best meal we've ever eaten, Sempai."

Not quite brave enough for a full spoonful, Tobi let the gelatinous matter plop back into the bowl before daring to let the spoon near his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and gave the green-coated utensil a tentative lick. Gagging, he made a dive for their water bowl. He made rinsing out his mouth a noisy affair, mainly to fill up the silence of the room and get out some of his pent-up energy. Tobi even made a show of rolling around on the wooden floor, clawing at his tongue.

"I thought hunger was supposed to make everything taste good," he mumbled grumpily, finally ceasing his theatrics. He coughed and looked at Deidara.

"I mean, I'm sure it's not really that bad. It must be packed with vitamins and nutrients and all kinds of things to help you recover." Placing one bowl of the steaming soup next to the futon, Tobi knelt down with the second bowl and blew on the soup to help cool it down.

"Oh, don't give me that face, sempai!" Tobi scolded, although Deidara's expression hadn't changed in the slightest since he'd first fallen unconscious. "There are starving children in Mist that would be happy for a nice bowl of soup like this."

Deidara's lips were parted slightly, so Tobi pressed the cooled green mixture in with little trouble. "Now you just need to swallow, sempai," he told the blond. Deidara didn't respond. Tobi frowned; how was he supposed to feed his partner when the other nin couldn't respond? He turned to get the water bowl and trickle more water into Deidara's throat to help the soup go down. As he looked away, he heard a loud slurping sound. He whirled around eagerly, but Deidara's face was still the same as he'd left it. The slurping persisted, and Tobi followed the sound down the futon.

Deidara-sempai's arm had worked its way out from under the blanket and was buried palm-down in the second bowl. The liquid was draining quickly, and when the bowl was emptied and Tobi lifted the hand up, one of his sempai's miniature tongues licked its lips.

Tobi blinked. The mouth opened, made a yawning motion, and closed. A few seconds later, it opened again and spewed the soup back in the bowl.

"Sempai, I warned you that it wasn't that good. That's what you get for eating too fast," Tobi said, mainly to hide his surprise. He looked at the rejected soup. It only filled up half of the bowl, and the color was different, paler somehow.

Tobi looked at the bowl a litter closer and sniffed it. It didn't stink (it hadn't been exposed to any stomach acids, so there was no vomit smell to it), and it lacked even the strange scent the soup had had before. Now, it didn't smell like anything. The dark haired ninja gave the mixture a prod with his chakra.

"Amazing, sempai!" He told his partner. "There's no energy left in here. You pulled out all the stored energy from the food and left the rest here in the bowl. I didn't know you could do that."

Tobi wiped the hand clean and set it back on the futon. He knew that Deidara's hands could pour his chakra out into things, but he wasn't aware they had the ability to extract chakra from outside sources. However he had managed it, though, it had restored a nice amount of chakra, and his face was starting to show a little more color.

"Hmm," Tobi hummed to himself, "if you can keep this up, sempai, you could be recovered before Sasuke and his group expects it. As long as he doesn't check you too closely, we'll be ready to leave by tomorrow." 'And it's probably best that you're eating this mess with a tongue that doesn't have taste buds…' Tobi moved the second bowl into the reach of Deidara's other hand and began to plan their escape over the sound of a slurping hand.

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Sasuke paced the length of the Hebi headquarter kitchen. He didn't want to hurt anyone not directly involved in the Uchiha clan massacre, even if they were S-ranked criminals, but he was loosing patience. He needed to know where Itachi was, and he had waited almost three days for Tobi to tell him. Sasuke had been more than understanding to the Akatsuki member; he'd ordered Karin to send them down food that Deidara would be able to eat for every meal, and he'd made sure that no one but Tobi touched the recovering shinobi. He had let Tobi take care of inspecting his sempai, and each time the man reported that he was recovering normally.

Sasuke hoped that Tobi realized just how kind he was being towards his prisoners. He could have let Juugo try to beat the information out of them, or give one of them to Karin for the redhead to carry out experiments on, or let Suigetsu down into the basement so he could confirm Deidara's gender. He'd been practically protecting those two, and it was a thankless job.

'I don't have to actually hurt them,' He argued in his mind. 'I can just bluff.' He paced the room again.

"He should be well enough to wake up by tomorrow. We wouldn't start out traveling at night anyways," he said at last. He'd need a good night sleep before setting out after the traitor, and he didn't trust himself to wait after he received the information of Itachi's whereabouts. "One more night," he declared. "One more night and I'll get my answers with their cooperation or without."

The young Uchiha gave the latched trapdoor a final look and then turned on his heels. He went up to his second story bedroom to prepare for his final confrontation with Itachi.

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As the creaking of the floor above finally ceased, two deep blue eyes opened into tiny slits. Deciding the effort to hold them open was too taxing, they slid closed again. In the brief moment of sight, Deidara blearily wondered how he'd ended up under water; everything in wherever-he-was swam around like swirling fluids.

Everything hurt. As an S-ranked missing nin, and an Iwagakure orphan before that, he was used to pain, but he thought this time was exceptional. He could feel places that he normally didn't feel: the arch of his feet, his forehead, the tips of his ears. Everywhere hurt. His mouth felt gummy, and he had a god-awful taste in his mouth.

His sleepy, half-working brain dredged up a memory of the last time he'd felt this awful. He'd still been a student at Iwa academy, and a group of graduates who were being sent to the front lines of the 'armed conflict' (the hidden villages hadn't escalated to war yet, though the casualty rate was through the roof all the same) had thrown a party the night before they left. A chuunin a few years older than him had given him some sort of drug, and he'd woken up in the state he was in now: aching, head swimming, mind foggy, with a bad taste in his mouth and an all-encompassing desire to take a hot bath and scrub it all away.

He tried again to make his eyes work. Deidara couldn't pry them open any further than last time, but he at least managed to keep his lids up to get a decent look around the room. He wasn't under water after all, but the room did twirl and shake like it had been built on the back of a rickety mule-cart. Deidara giggled as he imagined a mule trying to pull along a house.

There was a lantern shining on the floor. Deidara liked shiny things. If it hadn't been so far away, he would've picked it up and held it over his head and watched the shadows sway along the wall.

A ladder lurked in a shadowy corner. Deidara glared at it, and it shuddered in fear (or was that just the mule-cart room shaking still?) and decided not to attack him. And it was right to do so. Deidara's magnificent art always triumphed over ladders and other sordid riff-raff.

There was a warm, ugly blanket covering him up, and Deidara patted it reassuringly. It wasn't the blanket's fault it was ugly, and it was trying so hard to keep Deidara warm. Poor thing probably didn't have anyone to tell it that it was doing a good job. No one to hug it, or tell it they were proud of it, or reassure it when it got scared. The blanket was probably an orphan too. Deidara sympathized.

Despite its inner beauty and will to persevere, the blanket really was very ugly, though. It had lumps where a blanket should have lain flat on a futon, and it even had a strange, dark head growing out of it. Hmmm, it must have grown an arm too, since there was one wrapped around Deidara's waist. At least it was warm. Deidara liked being warm; he'd spent far too many nights cold in his youth not to appreciate warmth.

When it finally stopped moving around so much, the blanket's head wasn't quite as ugly as it had seemed. It had dark hair that fell into its closed eyes, pale skin with a faint scar that started at the hairline and continued down past the neckline where it disappeared underneath the blanket. It was like the face had its own jagged line of symmetry. Thin pinks lips curved up in a vacant, goofy-looking grin. The pale cheeks were dimpled and the chin was slightly pointed. The blanket's head was almost pleasant, if one liked the blue-fabric-body types.

Feeling satisfied that he had surveyed his surroundings, Deidara let his head fall back onto the futon in exhaustion. The blanket made an 'umph!' sound, and the unsightly lumps shifted around. Deidara turned his head slightly and watched the head's eyes open from behind his bangs. A good shinobi is always stealthy, after all.

One of the head's eyes was pitch black and alert, while the other, faded brown one looked sleepy and slightly out of focus. They both widened when they looked at Deidara.

"Sempai! You're awake!" the blanket squealed in Tobi's voice. Hmmm, Deidara wondered where Tobi was; he didn't see flashes of orange and black anywhere.

"Did Tobi survive?" he slurred, although he couldn't quite remember what his partner may or may not have survived. Whatever it was, he hoped his annoying partner was all right. He let the blanket's arm curl around him tighter.

"Deidara-sempai, I'm right here," the blanket's head cooed, its black eyebrows furrowing.

Deidara sighed. Count on him to get the clingy blanket. "I know you are, blanket, un," he said gently, "but where is Tobi?"

The blanket's head leaned forward until its nose brushed against Deidara's. "Sempai, I am Tobi. Tobi is right here. Me." The arm around him tightened again. Deidara snorted. What, did this clingy blanket think he was stupid?

"Tobi isn't made of blanket," Deidara pointed out sagely. "Tobi is orange, un."

The blanket gasped. "You must have hit your head harder than I thought," it muttered. "Sempai, I am Tobi. I lost my orange mask. And I'm not made out of blanket. Watch."

Blanket-Tobi changed one of the blue fabric lumps into an arm ('what an artistic jutsu,' Deidara thought) and peeled back the blanket. Underneath was Tobi's body.

"Oh," Deidara said. Then he screamed.

"Sempai, what's wrong?" Maskless Tobi asked. Deidara pointed down. There was a second body there! Didn't Tobi see?

"Sempai, that's you," Tobi explained. "Now, you have to be quiet, or else Sasuke and his group will hear us."

Deidara nodded. Why did 'Sasuke' sound familiar? Maybe he'd had a cat named that once. A fluffy white cat, with a bell on the collar…

Maskless Tobi leaned over Deidara's head and muttered, "stay still," and did something warm with his hands and his chakra that made the throbbing in his head die down. It was so much easier to think now.

Yes, Sasuke wasn't the name of his cat. Deidara hated cats; they made him sneeze! Sasuke was that bastard he was fighting when he used his…

"That son of a bitch survived? I survived? What the hell happened, un?" he yelled.

"Sempai, please be quiet!" Tobi begged. "I'll tell you what happened, but we can't let them know you're awake."

"It couldn't have failed, un. That was my greatest artistic jutsu! My masterpiece!" Deidara wailed. "How did he stop it? What did that snake-bastard do?"

"Sasuke didn't do anything, sempai," Tobi whispered, trying to convince Deidara to keep his voice down. As if he, the greatest artist in the Akatsuki had anything to fear!

"Then how, un?" Deidara challenged. Tobi flinched and looked away.

"It was me," he mumbled, making his body into a pathetic, miserable ball.

Deidara had always known that rage gave him an extra boost of strength. This time, the boiling anger inside of him leant him the energy to rise off the mattress, tackle Tobi, and began pummeling him with his fists.

"Tobi, you dumbass! I'll fucking kill you!"

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Tobi had seen a lot of scary things in the short portion of his life that he remembered. He'd seen Zetsu-san eyeing him hungrily after a week of not eating. He'd seen Hidan staggering back to headquarters, bloody and grinning from a gruesome ritual. He'd even seen the epic tantrum Kakuzu had thrown when Itachi had told him just how much over-budget they'd gone on their matching robes and nail polish.

This particular moment in Tobi's life, however, dwarfed all of those other terrifying moments.

If Deidara had chosen any other time to hurl himself at Tobi and begin writhing on top of him, the scarred ninja would have laid back and thanked the gods in heaven. Now, though, Tobi was too petrified to respond.

So here he was, pressed down into a futon with Deidara straddling his waist, quaking with fear. His sempai had his hands around Tobi's neck, trying to strangle him. Luckily, the six bowls of soup Deidara had absorbed since that morning had given him enough chakra to finish healing, but not to use any jutsu against his partner. Instead, when his still weakened fingers couldn't finish the job, he shook Tobi's neck, making the raven-haired head hit against the futon repeatedly. The cushion wasn't so thick that he couldn't feel the hard wooden floor underneath. 'I think I like sempai better when he has a concussion,' Tobi thought.

"You bastard, how could you! You ruined it! That was my one chance at a glorious, explosive death, and you stole it from me, un!" Deidara's eyes trained onto Tobi's, and the poor choking ninja could feel the murderous rage radiating from them.

"Sempai, please!" he rasped. Deidara continued squeezing and thrashing. The mouths in his palms gave his skin harsh nips.

"It was my one dream in life to go out with a bang, un! I could have killed that Uchiha brat and shown the world that my art is superior to any bloodline jutsu! You ruined it! You fucking, incompetent moron!"

"Sempai, Sasuke'll hear you and we won't be able to escape!" Tobi hissed with the last of the breath in his lungs.

Deidara-sempai stopped his flailing for a moment and loosened his hands just enough for Tobi to breath.

"Sasuke's here?" The blond asked quietly. There was a strange light in his eyes.

Tobi nodded. "His subordinates too," He added.

"And you have a way to escape without them knowing?"

Tobi nodded again. Deidara smiled a disarming smile. He leaned down and whispered into Tobi's ear. "Could you get out and get back in, Tobi?" The way his partner dragged out the syllables of his name and let his lips move across the shell of his ear almost made Tobi faint.

"Yes, sempai, I think I could as long as we're quiet," Tobi whispered back.

"Good." Was that just Tobi's wishful thinking, or had a tongue just darted out and licked his ear? Now that Deidara wasn't thrashing around trying to kill him, it was getting hard to ignore the fact that his sempai's body was on top of his own, heavy and warm and making his blood sizzle.

"Could you do a favor for me, Tobi? If you do it, I won't be mad at you anymore, un," Deidara's lips were so close Tobi could feel the words on his skin.

"Anything for you, sempai," Tobi replied, breathless.

"I need you," the other man said, emphasizing the words to make Tobi shudder in delight, "to go fetch me my clay."

The heat that had been boiling in Tobi's blood flushed with ice. He froze.

"Please, Tobi? Be my hero?" Deidara begged, the seduction still heavy in his voice.

Tobi pushed the blond away from him. "You still want to use that jutsu!" he accused. "You're going to get yourself killed!"

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Sasuke had washed his hair, cleaned his nails, laid out his clothes for the day, and was just lying down to sleep when someone knocked on his door.

"What?" he growled as the door slid open. Karin leaned her disheveled head into his room.

"Sasuke, Suigetsu says he heard noises in the basement. We think the prisoner might have woken up." She said, smiling at him. Sasuke realized he was wearing only his pajama pants, and grabbed a robe before the kunoichi could ogle him any more.

"Come on. Let's go see," he said.

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Deidara growled. He knew Tobi wanted him, so why hadn't he listened when Deidara was seducing him?

"Tobi, I need my clay, un. This is my chance to finish what I started. Even if it's not as flashy, I can still take out that bastard and his lackeys before I die!" Didn't Tobi understand that if he let the battle stand as it was, if his art lost, his life wasn't worth living anyways? His art was his life.

"I'll give you time to escape, Tobi. You can live and go back to Zetsu, un. Go frolic around in fields or do whatever it is you do in your spare time. Please, un."

That cowardly bastard had the nerve to look guilty as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, sempai, but I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, even if it's you."

The sculptor saw red. The dumbass thought he could take away Deidara's spectacular death, make him loose in a battle, and still pretend to look after Deidara's best interests?

"Bastard! I hate you! I fucking hate you!" He hissed. The blond felt a wave of triumph at Tobi's face. He looked like someone had stabbed him with a kunai.

Then the world did a summersault and Deidara was on his back, looking up at Tobi's livid face. The maskless man grabbed his wrists roughly and pinned them over his head. He pressed his face uncomfortably close to Deidara's.

"Don't say that!" He ordered. Deidara struggled to free his hands, but Tobi must have been stronger than he'd figured. The thought had a strange effect on him. Pinned on his back by the weight of another body, feeling the near tangible anger and pain and lust made him recall being tangled up like this with Sasori no danna. His body began to forget that it was Tobi on top of him and not one of the strong, forceful guys he was usually attracted to.

"I'll kill you!" he gasped. He bucked and tried to throw Tobi off of him, but ended up with one of the taller man's legs between his thighs, pressing against his awakening groin. The intake of breath wasn't quite a moan, but it was a near thing. Deidara felt the instant reaction that Tobi had to it. Maybe he could use this, if he couldn't stop himself from feeling it. Tobi's expression had softened a little, even though Deidara was still glaring daggers at him.

There was almost a wicked grin on Tobi's face as he aligned their bodies and gave an experimental rock. Deidara's startled gasp changed it into a smirk, before Tobi pressed their lips together and Deidara stopped worrying about expression completely.

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Sasuke and Karin walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Suigetsu was there already, lying on the floor with his ear pressed to the trapdoor. There was a smirk growing across his face.

"This is great, guys! You won't believe what they're doing down there," Suigetsu sniggered.

"You better not have opened that door yet, Suigetsu!" Karin taunted. "You know Sasuke said none of us are allowed to open it without permission."

"I know, you've got to come listen to this." Suigetsu beckoned them closer. "I'm pretty sure they're screwing each other down there! I told you the blond's a chick!"

Sasuke listened. Through the wooden planks, he could hear muffled gasps and moans. His face felt hot.

They couldn't be…not in enemy headquarters…

"I hear near-death experiences make for some kinky sex," Karin mused. Both of Sasuke's subordinates crept closer to the latch.

Tobi was too…innocent to do something like that…and that other one, Deidara, was unconscious…

"So, boss, can we take a peek?" Suigetsu prodded.

There was no way…Suigetsu must be mistake about the noises. Sasuke flipped up the latch and three pairs of eyes looked down though the tiny crack of the open door.

Oh God, they really are…

"Holy shit, it is a guy!" the mist ninja whispered.

Karin cooed, "That's so hot!"

There were clothes scattered around the small room, and tangled up in the blankets were the two ninja; one that reminded Sasuke of Naruto, one with blue eyes and blond hair like his old friend. The thought of Naruto and sex made Sasuke's burn ever hotter. Not that he thought about it, it was just…

Feeling very flustered, he let the door fall shut and latched it back into place.

"We'll interrogate them later," he said, practically running out of the room. His comrades groaned.

"Sasuke, I need to speak with you," a deep voice said. Juugo popped up in front of Sasuke from out of nowhere. The Uchiha wondered how distracted he must have been not to have noticed his arrival.

"Those Konoha shinobi who were following us are on our trail. Unless we intercept them or divert their path, they'll be here in an hour." The large man hovered over Sasuke.

"Thank you, Juugo. Suigetsu, get in here!" the ex-Konoha ninja called. "You and Juugo will come with me and take care of them. Karin, you stay and finish analyzing the prisoners' clothing. I want to be able to confirm any information they give me when I get back." Looking one last time at the redhead, who was still giggling as she watched the trapdoor, he added, "And don't open that door until I say so."

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Tobi still wasn't sure what was going on, exactly, but he wasn't about to voice any complaints about it. He grunted and let his tongue brush Deidara's lips.

"Shit!" the blond cursed from beneath him. "The door just opened. They saw us!"

Not much of Tobi's blood was in his head, which didn't make much for intelligent replies. "So?" He let his hand slide down Deidara's thigh. The cool metal of his Akatsuki ring was heating up quickly from the contact.

"They just saw me…getting topped, oh, by the most incompetent ninja…to ever exist!" The tongue from one of his hands traced a wet line up and down Tobi's back. The dark-haired shinobi ignored the insult and kept rocking back and forth, reveling in the feel of his sempai's skin against his own.

"You'd better…get me my clay…yeah, right there…after this, bastard!" Deidara gasped. Tobi shook his head angrily. "I'll let you do this again…un!" the Stone nin pleaded.

"No clay," Tobi managed to pant. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his plan for escape was changing drastically. There was only one way to make sure Deidara's suicidal tendencies didn't mess up his plans…

"I hate you!" the blond hissed again, interrupting Tobi's thoughts. He hated when Deidara said that. It hurt more than any blade had ever hurt him, and the pain made him angry, irrational. It made him do strange things like pouncing on Deidara to try to force him to take it back.

Tobi gave a certain part of Deidara's anatomy a harsh squeeze. "Is that what you used to say to Sasori when he did this to you?" he growled. Deidara moaned and wrapped a leg around Tobi's waist. It was confusing. Every time Tobi got angry and was mean to his partner, Deidara seemed to become more wild and aroused. Zetsu-san hadn't lied when he said Deidara liked 'bad boys'.

Their grinding and stroking became more forceful and urgent. Deidara's mouths bit at Tobi's skin wherever they could reach: lips, neck, back. Tobi thought he might even have a hickey on one of his ass cheeks. Tobi risked the danger of his sempai's teeth to capture Deidara in a kiss as they finally shuddered and collapsed back on the futon.

The blond lay panting on the futon. He looked like he was about to pass out again. Tobi pushed himself off of the mattress and crouched over him. If he let his sempai recover his chakra, Deidara would only use it in his final jutsu, killing himself and anyone within ten kilometers. Tobi couldn't stop his partner when he was at full strength, but now, in this weakened, exhausted state, Tobi had the advantage.

Deidara-sempai would hate him for it, but Tobi cared about him too much to care what he thought. The stone-nin's life mattered more than his affections.

"I'm sorry, sempai," he murmured. Deidara opened a blue eye and watched in horror as Tobi began forming seals. The signs of the five elements glowed on Tobi's fingertips, and a look of realization flashed across Deidara's face. Tobi slammed his hand down on Deidara's stomach, sending droplets of their shared fluids flying. The Five Element Seal burned its way through Deidara's skin his control over his chakra instantly disappeared.

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AN: Tune in soon for the next installment: Will Deidara and Tobi escape? Will Deidara kill Tobi for sealing his chakra? Will Sasuke ever stop repressing his sexual urges? What will happen next?

I love concussion!Deidara. Actually, I love Deidara in all of his forms, but concussion!Deidara is fun to write. And I tried to keep the sex as non-graphic and tasteful as I could. I don't think this fic itself is going to have any lemons in the future, but there may be a side fic or two that is a little more graphic. Um, yeah, so let me know what ya'll thought!