I do not own anything. This story contains mentions of domestic abuse and man whoriness (if you couldn't tell by the title). You have been warned. I hope you enjoy this story!

A large room in a large mansion. The house is silent. In the bed lie a duo, one with blonde and one with red hair. Sasori and Deidara. Sasori is fast asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around Deidara, who is still awake and staring at the other boy. Thinking. Remembering.

Deidara's first impression of Sasori is that he's trouble. Bright red hair, seductive brown eyes, and exuding an air of confident sexiness. Sasori is the kind of boy he should avoid. He doesn't hesitate to go sit next to him.
Sasori flirts with him nonstop. At first it annoys him, but he gets used to it. He can get used to nearly anything. After a while, he stops shrugging the arm around his shoulders off. And when he gets pulled into Sasori's lap, he doesn't complain or fight back. At first he thinks nothing of it. Then the day comes when Sasori is absent.
One of the students, he can't remember who, tries taking him into his lap. He punches that motherfucker's face right in. But the next day, he is happy to sit on Sasori. It feels...safe, in some strange way. As if the only thing that can hurt him is Sasori himself.
He literally falls out of his seat in shock. Sasori laughs at him, then pulls him back into his lap, this time wrapping his arms tightly around the blonde.
"Don't fall off again."
"Sorry, un."

Pain. Again, he's hurting all over. He lies on the floor, staring at the sky light, and he thinks. There's not really anything else to do, he can't move unless he wants to hurt himself even more. So he lies there, on the verge of death, and he thinks.
He thinks about Sasori. His red hair, his brown eyes. His flirtatious banter, his love of art.
Why is he thinking about this? Sasori is his friend, and that is it. And Sasori is a man whore; he isn't interested in any relationships other than sex.
Somehow, this thought makes him sad. And not just his normal, slightly sadness, but extreme, wanting to cry upsetness.
He doesn't normally cry; the last time he cried was when he was four and his mother left him. He still doesn't know why he cried then. She hit him, but as soon as she was gone, he was crying. Like now. Tears are leaking out of his eyes, sliding down his temples and through his hair onto the floor.
"Stop crying, bitch!"
Of course. His father comes back as soon as he starts crying. More pain comes, and he discreetly wipes away the tears, stemming his crying as his father beats him closer to the edge of death.
Sasori is a man whore; they will be nothing more than friends unless he allows the other to take advantage of him.
It hurts more than he could ever have expected.

Hiruko is creepy. End of story. But, Sasori never lets anyone help with his puppets, this is a great honour. So he gladly gives his afternoons to creating the metal scorpion tail for Sasori's greatest creation. Plus he gets to see more of Sasori, which is always a good thing.
However, his father doesn't think so. That week he gets beat every single day, coming closer to death every single time.
It hurts a lot, but he still stays with Sasori. He hides the pain behind smiles and laughter.
Sasori doesn't notice. At least, he thinks he doesn't notice. Sometimes, when Sasori looks at him, he has a strange look on his face that Deidara has never seen before, and it gives him shivers every time. It isn't lust or desire, but those are the closest to this foreign emotion.

Deidara hates biology. Partially because it's science, and he only likes science that blows up. But his main reason is because Orochimaru is in biology.
Orochimaru is one of Sasori's sluts. He has a weak personality, and bullies others to make himself feel better. His favourite victim? Deidara.
There are many reasons for this. One is that as a scholarship student, he lacks rich and influential family that will seek revenge on any who hurt him. A second reason is that he looks different. But the main reason Orochimaru hates him is because he is Sasori's best friend.
Orochimaru is jealous of the relationship between Deidara and Sasori. And somehow, he finds out about Hiruko and Deidara's involvement in the project.
That day, Deidara finds out that he isn't used to abuse. It's just words, but they hurt. A lot. He nearly cries, but chokes it down instead. This seems to egg the other on, and the abuse escalates into the physical realm.
At first his hair is pulled. Then come the accidental collisions that knock him over. It goes further, and Orochimaru is punching him, kicking him, hurting him. The teacher doesn't care. Once, when Deidara is late she yanks his hair, causing him to fall to the floor, and kicks him.
Deidara doesn't tell Sasori. He can handle it, plus it doesn't hurt that much. But despite his efforts, Sasori finds out. One of the kids in the biology class, Tobi Uchiha, sees what is going on and feels bad about it, but is too scared to do anything. So he goes to Sasori, explains what's happening.
Sasori is absolutely livid when he finds out. When he next sees Deidara, he throws the younger boy against the wall, pinning him with his body.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
"You didn't tell me about Orochimaru."
"What?"
"You. Did. Not. Tell. Me. About Orochimaru picking on you."
"I'm sixteen, un! I can look after myself!"
Sasori just looks at him, that strange look that isn't lust or friendship, that emotion Deidara can't place.
"I'm coming to your class today."
"What? No! I'm not a little kid!"
"And I don't care. I'm coming to biology, and you can't stop me."
"I can!"
"How?"
"Un, un, I'll bite you!"
"Kinky."
Deidara glares at him, unable to do anything else, but Sasori just laughs.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
Sasori quickly pecks him on the lips, then saunters off, leaving a shocked blonde behind.
"Un?"
Deidara slowly raises a hand to his lips, a blush spreading across his face. He stares after the red head, confused as to what just happened.
It's strange, but he doesn't actually care that Sasori kissed him; he's more confused as to why he did it when he said that he wouldn't kiss him. It isn't until the bell rings that he snaps out of his shocked trance and races to class, awkwardly looking away when Sasori winks at him.

Deidara isn't in class while Sasori deals with Orochimaru. The red head arrives a little too late to stop the other boy, and Deidara has to spend the rest of the class in the nurses office, resting and pressing ice against the many bruises that now adorn his skin.
"DeiDei!"
"Sasori! What are you doing here, un?"
"Came to see you. How are you feeling?"
"I've had worse."
"That's what you always say. Orochimaru won't bother you anymore, by the way."
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing."
Sasori flops down on the sofa bed, resting his head in Deidara's lap.
"Doesn't sound like you did nothing, un."
"Well. You don't need to know what I did, just that he'll leave you alone now."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then you tell me, understood?"
Deidara sticks his tongue out at Sasori, then yawns widely.
"You sound tired."
"Un."
"Is that a 'Yes I'm exhausted'?"
"No, it's an 'un'."
"And what does it mean?"
"It means un."
"And you say I'm insufferable."
"You're not that bad."
"Aw, I feel so special!"
"Yeah, well, you are really special, un."
"How special am I?"
"Really special."
"Do you love me?"
He doesn't answer.
"Deidara? Are you asleep?"
Still no answer, and Sasori settles down himself, slowly drifting off to sleep. But Deidara isn't asleep, he's lying there staring at the red haired boy.
Love. What's it like to be loved? Deidara doesn't know. But he does know when he loves someone. He loves his father, even though he hurts him. He loves his mother. He loves Sasori.
He cried for his mother because he loves her. He cried for Sasori for the same reason.
"Yeah. I love you, un."

"Deidara? You're still awake?"
"I couldn't sleep, un."
"Was Granny Chiyo being too loud?"
"No. Yes. I don't know, I just can't sleep."
"Well it's Saturday tomorrow, so we can sleep in if you want."
"We won't get in trouble?"
"No."
"Okay then. It sounds nice, un."
Sasori smiles, then pulls Deidara closer to him.
"So what were you thinking about?"
"You."
"What about me?"
"How you made me fall in love with you, un."
"My greatest accomplishment."
Deidara laughs, poking Sasori in the nose.
"If you say so.
"Love you brat."
"Love you too Danna, un."

You people are really lucky, you get two more chapters than I'd originally planned. Even if they are really late, but, I have an excuse! I was in England a whole week, and I had no access to a computer, and I was busy trying on dresses for my aunt's wedding, but I managed to type this up somehow! And I've started on another chapter for Sasori, but it isn't done yet. Well, I'm sure you can wait a bit longer. Anyhow. Has anyone here been on a ferry to/from the Netherlands? To be more precise, a DFDS ferry from Felison Terminal? Cause while we were driving up to the terminal parking lot, we passed a sushi bar, and it was called Minato. I laughed so hard when I saw that place, I don't even know why I laughed I just did. My family were all looking at me like WTF is wrong with you? Oh well. Anyways, the next chapter should be up soon-ish, I should be updating my other stories soon-ish, and I'm putting a KakuHida story up soon-ish. Basically, everything will be happening soon-ish. Until then!