It had taken two weeks for Deidara to work up the courage to talk to Sasori again after that night. Because, you see…the red head had completely ignored the blonde when they woke up the next morning. He'd merely pointed at the door, before walking into the bathroom and locking the door. Deidara knew that it was to avoid him, because Sasori had absolutely no need to use the bathroom. He had cried all the way back to his own room. Every day after that, it was the same old routine. Sasori would avoid him at all costs. He refused every mission Pein gave him with the red head, which eventually resulted in Deidara being paired with Itachi for a weekend long reconnaissance mission in Waterfall Country.
"I know, you know." The Uchiha whispered as they lay in their bedrolls in their makeshift camp. Deidara huffed.
"You know what? Hmm." He growled, turning to glare at the teen. Itachi frowned.
"About you and Sasori-san. And I know how he's treating you. I just wanted to say-"
"Save it, you assh-"
"I'm sorry. I wanted to say…that I'm sorry." Itachi sat up, running a small, pale hand through his ink-black hair. "I know what it's like to…feel what you're feeling now. But…you can't give up. Perhaps he doesn't know what to do with these emotions you're making him feel. And he's trying to push you away so he doesn't have to face him. Just…try harder." He whispered, before laying back down, and falling asleep.
Deidara glared at him for a long time. "Damn Uchiha…fucking thinking he knows every -fucking-thing. Hmm!"
But, his words were true. He had to try…
…which is why he found himself standing in front of Sasori's door, knocking loudly. He heard the telltale shuffle of wooden feet across the carpet. And as the door cracked open, Deidara found it particularly hard to breathe. When his blue eyes locked on to Sasori's big brown ones, his heart decided to skip a few beats.
"Sasori-danna-" he began, but the redhead began to shut the door again. Deidara jammed his foot between the door and the frame.
"No! Sasori, listen to me!" He hollered, barging inside his partner's room. He slammed the door behind him, and he had to desperately ignore the sour, disgusted look on his Danna's face. "Listen…please! Stop pushing me away! What happened…that time…it meant something to me, and I know it meant something to you, as well. Hmm." He leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the older man's. Sasori pulled away, and went to push the blonde, but Deidara held on tight to Sasori's shoulders. He pulled the puppet man into a very tight hug, burying his face in his wooden shoulder.
"I know why you're doing this. These emotions…are confusing you! You haven't felt in so long…and you think their making you weak! And…maybe their making me weak, as well! But you know what, Danna? If loving you makes me weak, then I don't want to be strong! I never knew what love was, until I came here, and met you. I though the only thing I had to look forward to in life was art, and my own death. But now…now I have someone who will hold me, who will get rid of this loneliness…I won't let that go so easily. Hmm."
Sasori stood very still. He let Deidara's words sink in. They…stirred something in him. Something he'd though had been dead for almost two decades now. His emotions. He'd been under the impression that he had become just as heartless, just as callous as his puppets, since he himself was one. But now, with this boy in his arms…he felt…almost human. His joints creaked as he moved his arms up to return Deidara's embrace. He heard the blonde gasp sharply. Had he been expecting rejection? And yet he still bared his heart to Sasori. He was very brave.
"Deidara…I apologize for my actions. I…feel for you, as well. I want to…" He buried his face in the smaller male's neck, trailing kisses on every piece of skin he could find. Deidara gasped again, this time in arousal. "I want…I've suddenly been overcome with the urge to make love to you…" He pulled away, disappointment dancing behind his doll-like eyes. "But…I can't…"
Deidara grinned, and lead him to his bed. He lay down, and pulled the puppet on top of him. "You can, Sasori-danna. It will mean just as much to me if you just…touch me."
If Sasori was capable of blushing, he would have. He took this as an invitation to slowly, tantalizingly, pull of every article of clothing the blonde was wearing. And when said blonde was spread out, bare, flushed with want, panting with need, Sasori felt something in him change forever.
"I was wrong, Deidara…" Sasori leaned in close, trailing his fingers over the younger's chest. "My idea of art is wrong. It cannot, in any possible way, be eternal. For you are the most magnificent work of art. And you are not eternal. Someday, you will die, you will be taken away from me… and when that day comes, I will rip out my heart core. I will leave this puppet shell forever, and follow you into the eternal."
Deidara gasped, and was overcome with emotions. He began to cry. What started out as gentle whimpers become sobs. Sasori was taken aback. He hadn't meant to make the boy cry.
"I didn't intend to make you sad, Deidara. I-" he was cut off as Deidara dragged him down for a kiss.
"Th-That was the single most…beautiful thing…I…" Deidara couldn't form full sentances. He arched his back, and moved his lips to Sasori's ear. "Please…make love to me…with your hands…in me…please…make…yours…"
Sasori removed his own cloak, and his pants followed after. He wished, so desperately, that he could feel Deidara's skin as he massage the boy's thighs. They spread willingly, and he caught sight of Deidara small, pink entrance.
"D-Danna…give me your hand." His angel whispered. He complied, and Deidara took three of his pseudo-fleshy fingers into his mouth. He wetted them the best he could, sliding his tongue erotically between each finger. Sasori sighed.
"I wish I could feel you." He whispered softly. Deidara smiled as he released Sasori's hand.
"I know, Danna. But maybe one day…one day…" He arched his back, spreading his legs even wider. The look on his face was one of passion…of want, and of need. "Please, Danna. I need to feel your fingers inside of me. Hmm…" he whined.
Sasori slipped one finger inside of Deidara's tight hole, and the blonde made a sound so erotic, it made Sasori gasp. When he added a second finger, Deidara almost came up off the bed completely. The blonde moaned, fisting the sheets.
"Please…P-Please, Danna…touch m-my…my cock…" he begged, his hips gyrating. Sasori obliged, stroking Deidara's engorged cock. The blonde almost screamed in passion, throwing his head back against the pillow.
Sasori was lost in the sounds his lover was making. He repeated his actions mechanically. He wished it wasn't so. He wished he could…feel. But he focused on Deidara's sounds. His moans, he please…the way he rocked his hips in time with Sasori's thrusting digits. And suddenly, his sounds grew louder.
"Uhn…hnn…AHH! AHH! D-DANNA!" His face was contorted with pleasure. Was he about to release? "DANNA! SASORI-SEMPAI!~" He cried out. With one final pump of his cock, Deidara arched his back so hard, he almost snapped in two. He release slashed up his stomach and chest. He panted as he collapsed, staring with wide blue eyes up at his Danna.
"I-I love you, Sasori-danna." He whispered.
And to Sasori, this was perfection. But if only he could feel.