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!

"Did you hear?"
"Yeah! I'm telling you, they won't last a week."
"Totally. Think any of his sluts will take him back?"
"After this? No way!"
The girls giggle, and behind them Sasori scowls, pulling Deidara closer to him.
"Just ignore them Danna, un."
"But they shouldn't be talking when they know nothing."
"I know, but that won't stop them. Don't listen to them."
"Oi, blondie!"
Both boys look up at the new comer, a typical high schooler.
"Yes?"
"I heard you and Sasori have a thing going on."
"Is that a question?"
"He's gonna dump you before the week is over."
"Okay."
"Then why are you with him?"
"You wouldn't understand, un."
"Whatever. Don't come crying to me when he dumps your ass."
The student leaves, and Deidara looks back at Sasori.
"I see your point. That was really annoying, un."
Yet another student comes towards them, and Deidara turns to repeat the process again.

"You little bitch! How dare you steal him!"
"Look, just leave me alone already! It's none of your business, un!"
"It is totally my business! Sasori is my man!"
"Whatever."
The girl growls when Deidara turns to leave, and runs forward, jumping onto his back and digging her fingers into his hair. He screams in pain as she yanks on the blonde locks, staggering backwards as he futilely tries to knock her off of him.
"Get off!"
"No!"
She lets go with her left hand and sinks her nails into his face, right by his broken left eye. He flounders a few seconds, then hits the floor, landing with the girl under him. She scrambles onto his chest, pinning him down, and wraps her hands around his neck.
"Die you bitch!"
His eyes widen as he gasps for air, his mouth open but not taking in any oxygen. Slowly his struggles die down and his eyes begin sliding shut as he slips closer to unconsciousness.
"Get off of him!"
The girl is pulled off, but he still can't get air into his lungs. The fighting sounds die down, then someone is pressing oxygen into him.
"Come on Dei, you gotta breath!"
Again someone forces oxygen into him, and he sputters slightly before panting in air.
"S-Sasori no Danna?"
"I'm here, it's gonna be okay. Shit, I'm sorry."
"I-I-"
"Ssh, it's okay, don't talk. It's going to be fine, I promise."
His eyes slide shut, and he lets himself fall into the familiar realm of unconsciousness.

Sasori refuses to leave the nurses office without Deidara, despite the threats laden upon him by the nurse. Eventually she just gives up, and leaves the two alone.
"Sasori no Danna?"
"Are you okay?"
"I've had worse, un."
"You always say that."
"Well it's true. But, Danna?"
"Yeah?"
"She said she was calling my dad to pick me up."
"Fuck."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell her, I-"
"Calm down, it's not your fault. Can you walk?"
"She didn't break my legs, un."
"Just checking. Come on, we've got to get you out of here."
"But won't the school get pissed?"
"Yeah. Probably won't let us back."
"And you're okay with this?"
"I can get tutors, and you could already be in college, so. Besides, this place is shit."
"How are we gonna get out without anyone noticing, un?"
"Didn't think of that."
"We just run for it then?"
"Basically."
"That plan sucks."
"I'd like to see you come up with something better!"
"We could just climb out the window."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Thanks for making me feel stupid."
"My pleasure. Now are we going or not?"

"You kids are crazy."
"We know, un!"
"Well, I see your point. We'll leave tomorrow morning. Damn, now I have to cancel my date."
"Sorry."
"Ah, don't worry about it. Now you two go off and be good sex-crazed hormonal teenage boys, I have work to do."
Chiyo turns around, muttering to herself, and the two boys retreat to Sasori's room.
"Hey Deidara?"
"Un?"
"Why did your parents hate you?"
Deidara is silent, and Sasori mentally berates himself for asking such a question, then the blonde rolls closer, burying his face in the red head's neck.
"I don't know. They never told me, but I've thought about it. Sometimes I think that it's because I'm not a girl, sometimes I think it's because I'm gay, sometimes I think it's because I was born. Like, maybe if I hadn't been born they'd be happy."
"Don't you ever think that!"
"But-"
"Deidara. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. If you weren't born...Well, I don't know. But you cannot think that what your parents did to you was your fault. They're the ones that have something wrong with them, not you. So do not think like that."
"But-"
"No. It's not your fault."
Deidara doesn't answer, and Sasori sighs, running his fingers through the long blonde hair.
Nineteen years of belief won't change overnight, he knows that. But in a way, he hopes they will. Because to hear Deidara talking like that...It brings up emotions similar to those he felt when he slapped him during their first art fight. Similar to those he felt when he saw the bruises. No, not really that last one. Right now he is upset. But when he found out what had been happening to Deidara...

Sasori gingerly pulls up Deidara's shirt, and almost pukes. Bruises, cuts, scars, the lot.
"Shit, Deidara. Who did this to you?"
Deidara just cries harder, and he pulls the boy around to face him.
"I'm sorry."
He's hurt and he's crying, and it damn near breaks Sasori's heart to see him like this. It makes him want to do anything to make Deidara happy, to do anything to keep him safe.
A while later Deidara is somewhat calm, and he decides that he is going to find out who did this to his brat, and make them pay for it. Nobody makes Deidara cry and gets away with it.
"Feel better now?"
"Y-Yeah. Thanks, un."
"So who did this to you?"
Deidara doesn't answer, and he scans through the list in his head. Then, he remembers. When Deidara didn't turn up for detention, the teacher had said that: "he will definitely be punished." And since he'd gotten excused by his father...
"It's your dad, isn't it?"
A scared noise comes from the boy in his lap, and he automatically tenses. That's all he needs as an answer.
"It is. That bastard, I'll make him pay for hurting you!"
"Y-You can't!"
"Why not?"
"If he finds out you know, he'll kill me! Please, you can't tell anyone!"
He can tell that Deidara is seriously scared for his life, but he can't not do anything!
"Deidara..."
"Please!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't let him hurt you like this."
That scar through the blonde's left eye...He hadn't gotten a particularly good look at it, but it looked painful. Really painful.
"It's not that bad, I've had worse, just please don't tell anyone, I'll be fine!"
Fine? Fine?
"No, you won't be fine! He's hurting you, that's not right! I'm going to call the police."
"You can't, you can't!"
"I can't let him hurt you!"
"But it's either him or my mum! At least here I get to see you!"
Him or my mum. But that means...
"Your mum beats you too?"
"Used to before she left, please don't tell anyone!"
"Where does she live?"
She hurt him, then she left him. For that, she deserves to die. If he knows her address, he can personally go and take revenge for Deidara.
"Real far away, if you call the police they'll send me to her and I'll never get to see you again!"
He can't do anything, but he can't not do anything. So what does he do?
"Damnit Deidara! What am I supposed to do?"
"Just forget about it, it's not that bad, I can handle it, un!"
No. Deidara should not have to put up with this abuse.
"No. you can't and you won't."
"There's nothing you can do!"
Well, maybe there is something... He's often teased Deidara that he'd like to kidnap him to keep him as a sex slave. It's a joke, but if Deidara's father can't find him anymore, well.
"There is one thing..."
"Un?"
"Kidnap you."
"No! I don't want to be a burden to you!"
A burden? Deidara a burden?
"You're not a burden, you could never be a burden, I love you."
Did he really just say that? Yes he did. This is not good, he has no idea how Deidara will react.
"D-Do you really mean that?"
Well, he might as well tell the truth.
"If I didn't I wouldn't have kept molesting you after you turned me down the tenth time."
"You counted how many times I turned you down?"
"Yup. If you say no now, that'll make it one hundred and seventy-nine rejections."
"Leave it at a hundred seventy-eight, un."
Deidara's face is pressed into his chest, and he blinks a few times before realising that Deidara just accepted his offer. He just agreed to their relationship, and now nothing can take his brat from him.
"You're mine now."

"Sasori no Danna? You okay?"
"Yeah, just thinking."
"About?"
"You, of course."
"There's someone at the door, un."
Sasori blinks, then rolls out of the bed, traipsing to the stairs.
"-is he here?"
"No, Sasori's out right now."
"Okay then, I'll wait in his room for him to come back."
"He doesn't like people going in his room."
"I'm his true love, it's my room as well."
"Danna? Who is that?"
He jumps slightly, having not heard Deidara come up next to him, then wraps an arm around his waist.
"The daughter of some of my parents' friends. They've got it in their head that it was their wishes for me to marry her, and now she goes on that she's my 'true love'."
Sasori grimaces, then pulls Deidara closer.
"Are you going to go down and talk to her?"
"No. She's insufferable."
"Like you, un."
"She's a hundred times worse than me."
"Hm. I think I'll go see if that's true."
"Deidara don't!"
Too late. The blonde has already escaped his grasp, and id gliding down the stairs. Crouching down, he shifts so he has a better view of the door.
"Who's that?"
"Hi, I'm Deidara."
"What the fuck is that thing doing here?"
"He's our guest."
"Guest? It looks like a hobo!"
"I'm Sasori's friend, un."
"Don't you dare degrade Sasori like that!"
"But-"
"He would never associate with shit like you! Get out of this house!"
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"No. It's not your house; you can't kick me out of it."
"It is my house! I am Sasori's fiancée, what's mine is his and his is mine! Including the house."
"Actually, this isn't his house. It's Granny Chiyo's house."
"How dare you refer to her so informally!"
"She asked me to call her that, un."
"You little liar! I should kill you for that!"
"Try it and I'll blow you into pieces."
Deidara tilts his head to the side, something he does when he's smiling.
"You-You-!"
"Anyway, it hasn't been nice meeting you, so I'm going to go back to sleep now, please try to keep the noise down. You have a very annoying voice, it woke me up. Bye, un!"
Deidara turns away from the girl, a wide smirk on his face as he casually sauntered up the stairs.
"Are you mad?"
"Probably. Eh, that was fun though."
"And you've gotten her to leave. Thank you."
"No problem, un."
Deidara yawns, stretching upwards, and Sasori follows him back into his-their room, collapsing onto the bed next to him.
"We're supposed to be packing."
"I don't have anything to pack."
"You could help me pack."
"But it's more fun to watch you suffer, un."
"You're evil."
"So are you."
"Hey, I saved you from your dad."
"And I saved you from STD's."
"What?"
"Don't deny it, you would've caught something sooner or later."
"I wouldn't have!"
"You so would have!"
"Why are we fighting about this?"
"I don't know."
"Well. We gotta pack. And you have to help me."
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
"Fine. Evil Creepy Puppet Creator."
"Hiruko is not creepy."
"He stares, un!"
"I stare at you too."
"But you're you! It's not creepy if you stare."
"Oh really?"
Sasori flips onto Deidara, wearing the creepiest face he can muster.
"Nope. Still not creepy, un."
"Damn."

"Ne, Sasori no Danna?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are we going?"
"Our summer house."
"Which is?"
"The house me and Granny Chiyo spend our summers at."
"What's wrong with Granny Chiyo, un?"
"She gets travel sick."
"Then why's she gone to the buffet car?"
"When she feels sick she eats a lot, it makes her feel less sick."
"Um, okay..."
"She's weird, I know."
"You're weird too."
"Same goes for you."
"Un!"
Deidara sticks his tongue out.
"You really shouldn't do that, brat."
"Do what? This?"
Once more Deidara's tongue comes out. Sasori grins, then leans forward and bites down on the muscle. Deidara whines in pain, but he doesn't let go, leaning in closer to capture the blonde's lips with his own.
He waits until Deidara starts kissing him back to finally release him.
"Did that hurt?"
"Yes!"
"Good."
"Meanie. You have to kiss it better now, un."
"You say that like I wouldn't want to kiss you."
"Well for all you know, I've coated my lips in poison that will kill you instantaneously."
"I think I'll take that chance."

Should I continue? Yes, no, maybe? Because this feels unfinished, but I cannot figure out what to put next. Sad face. Oh well, I like what I have here so far. Even if it's got a sucky ending. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this story!

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