If anyone is curious, there may be another part of this story (probably 3 chapters as well), but it does not relate to this one at all, just another idea that I had.

–One week later–

Sasori managed to get another box taped before the entire dispenser ran out. His bandages were itching like crazy again, but he had clipped his nails almost to the point of pain to avoid doing further damaged to his stitches.

He was writing on the box when a knock sounded on his door. Sasori checked the time and realized that Deidara was early. Standing up, he headed to the entryway and opened the door, finding Deidara standing there, looking a little less than uncomfortable.

"Hi, come in, I just need to grab my jacket." Sasori left the door open for his neighbor and Deidara stepped in with an unenthusiastic sigh.

"Why can't we just go to dinner, un?" Deidara was crossing his arms when Sasori came back from his room, the blond holding his folded up cane in his right hand. He was dressed up for the occasion, but he still looked upset.

"Because that's boring, and we can talk more while we're at the gallery. Besides, food costs too much money," Sasori explained as he walked towards the door, putting his hand on the small of Deidara's back to lead him out. The man didn't seem to mind as he was being corralled out to the hall.

"People are just going to stare, un," he groused and Sasori scoffed as they began walking side-by-side.

"Not like you're going to notice." Deidara punched him in the shoulder for that and actually managed to get a good hit in.

"Hey, you almost hit my stitches, you brat."

"No, I didn't, you ass. They're on your other arm, un," Deidara said, brushing some of his hair away from his shoulder. Now that Sasori spent more time with his neighbor, he realized his usual hairstyle was a ponytail with a large portion of hair hanging in front of the left side of his face. "This is stupid and don't try to say otherwise, un."

Sasori's brow furrowed in frustration. "I thought you wanted to do this."

"No, I wanted to read some of your reviews, not have you actually take me to a freaking art gallery, un."

They finally got out of the apartment complex where a cab was waiting for them.

Deidara continued to complain, and Sasori wondered if he hoped to talk enough to discourage the critic from taking him. "It's pointless, I can't see shit–"

"Then I will be your eyes, alright? Jesus, hearing you grumble about this is really putting a damper on things. Especially when I'm usually the one who rains on everyone's parade."

That seemed to shut Deidara up momentarily. He was currently glaring at his lap where his hands and folded up cane rested. "This is a fucking waste of time, un," he grumbled.

Sasori rolled his eyes. "Yeah, only I can say that, so shut up and deal with it."

Deidara refused to talk the rest of the way to the gallery, and once the taxi stopped, he jumped out while Sasori payed for the fare. He couldn't go far as he was still unfamiliar to the city, but he still managed to get half a block away.

Sasori caught up to him and put an arm around his shoulders just to spite him. "You know we're actually heading towards the gallery now?"

Deidara grumbled something and shook off his arm. "Fine, let's get this over with, un."

They got to the building within the minute and as Sasori payed, he noticed the doorman eyeing Deidara, but he didn't say anything. Deidara kept close to Sasori as they stepped in, noticing almost immediately how crowded the gathering was. The blond grabbed Sasori's sleeve, but Sasori took his hand instead and led him to the first painting.

"This one is buy Hidan Yu. You know of him, right?" Sasori looked towards Deidara, who merely nodded.

"Yeah, he did the Reincarnation of Jashin, the God he worships, un."

Sasori almost smiled. "Yes. The size of the canvas is roughly 25'' by 25''. This one makes it look like he had a fit and probably just smashed a paint can into the canvas, but the painting is of a murder, leading to..."

Sasori didn't stop talking as he stared at the painting, describing it to his fullest extent, using it's flaws and embellishments as a tool to portray what going on within the splatters. A few people paused at their viewing and listened to Sasori as he spoke, most of them smiling bashfully, and a few whispered about him, but Sasori's attention was on Deidara.

He leaned towards him when he saw something new to express, squeezing his hand as he did so, and a few times nudged him when he made a joke about something wrong in the painting. Deidara chuckled a few times, and his hand relaxed into Sasori's a little more.

They were standing there for ten minutes and a few of the viewers seemed to notice that Deidara was blind, a few of them whispering for a different reason. Sasori ignored them and finished up his analyses.

"I may write something for you when I get my thoughts more sorted out," Sasori said, as he lead Deidara away from the painting and the small group that had gathered around them. "What else do you want to look at?"

Deidara didn't answer for a moment, but after Sasori squeezed his hand, he managed to open his mouth to say, "A sculptor. Made from clay, un."

Sasori nodded to himself and began to pull Deidara through the crowd. When he found a relatively empty spot near a sculpture, he stood in front of it with Deidara. Again, Sasori started with the artist and the title of the work before describing the basic shape of it, and going into detail from there on.

The next one was a light sculpture and because Deidara had never seen one in his childhood, Sasori spent more time describing the setup until Deidara told him it was okay to go onto other details. He described how the strings were tied to the ceiling and how there were pieces of colored glass hanging from them, a light then shining through those pieces to create an image. This one of a woman staring at the sun.

Deidara kept his hold on Sasori's hand the entire time.

Once when they were moving to the other side of the gallery, someone stopped Sasori to ask for his autograph and Deidara nearly pulled away to give him some space, but Sasori just gripped his hand tighter. He accepted, and signed the magazine the teen held in her hands, taut enough to let him write on it. She peaked a glance at Deidara and when Sasori caught her, she grinned at him, her cheeks flushed as she thanked him and went back to her friends.

The duo stayed close to each other the rest of the night, even when the crowds in the gallery dwindled down to nearly half it's original population. Deidara had nearly forgotten about his previous dilemma and he was genuinely enjoying himself now.

They didn't even talk about the art most of the time. Sasori asked about his cat, which he left in Deidara's care while he was recovering, and Deidara just bragged about how much the feline loved him. Though the topic about Sasori's impending departure came up and the mood was almost soured. Almost.

"You said you already had a place picked out, un?" Deidara asked while he and Sasori rested on a bench outside the art gallery.

Sasori scoffed, "Yeah, but to be honest, two weeks isn't a very long time to find a new apartment, especially during this season."

Deidara leaned his head against Sasori's shoulder. "They shouldn't kick you out in the first place, un."

Sasori smirked. "Well I did break the rules with having a power saw in my apartment. I should be thankful they aren't fining me for all the blood I spilled." he almost shrugged, but he didn't want to displace Deidara. "They were planning on putting new carpets in that apartment anyway."

Deidara gave a short chuckle. "How convenient, un."

It was nearly midnight when they got back to their apartment complex but Deidara still seemed to be in his chirpy mood from when they left the art gallery. Sasori didn't go back to his apartment right away and took Deidara's invitation for a drink back at his place.

Deidara turned on the lights for Sasori before he moved to hang up his jacket. Sasori took a look around and found Kuro sleeping on his neighbor's couch, looking like she was living the life. Shaking his head, Sasori took a seat at Deidara's counter as the blond brought them cold beers from the refrigerator.

"Thank you for today," Deidara said after he took a large gulp from the aluminum can.

Sasori took a small sip of his drink before answering. "I told you it would be fun."

"No you didn't, un. You basically told me to strap in and deal with what you wanted to do for the night," Deidara scoffed and took a seat next to Sasori, who just shrugged with a lazy smirk.

"But you don't deny having fun?"

"Can't say I do, un."

Sasori fingered the top of his beer. "That's good. When I get the time after my move, I'll write up a few reviews just for you. I actually have a friend at a printing press and he said he might–"

Sasori had to pause as Deidara leaned towards him quickly and gave him a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth, but his lips remained there and Sasori hoped that Deidara meant to go for his lips. He didn't say anything as he turned his head to the right slightly, just so his lips would match up with Deidara's.

When he felt the other man sigh into the kiss, Sasori took the chance to cup the back of his head with his left hand, using the other one to cup his cheek. When Deidara grabbed his wrists, but didn't push him away, Sasori took that as an okay to go on.

The kiss was relatively slow and neither seemed willing to rush it. Sasori didn't like waiting and he was rather impatient, but you didn't want to scramble through something and miss an important piece. Sasori didn't want to miss any part of kissing Deidara and he could already hear himself thinking.

His lips weren't necessarily full but they were soft, slick with what Sasori assumed was lip balm. When he slid his tongue across Deidara's lips, the man made a broken sound before opening his mouth. Strawberry. But Sasori couldn't concentrate on that as he got to taste Deidara fully now.

Soon, he wasn't able to catalogue anything and he kissed Deidara with full earnest. He didn't even know that he wanted to kiss Deidara but now that he knew what it was like, he didn't want to stop.

Sasori was so invested in the kiss he barely noticed that something jumped onto Deidara, startling the both of them enough, that they actually pulled away from each other, Sasori having to drop his arms.

Deidara was panting lightly, some saliva still on his lips as he felt to see what was on his lap. Kuro meowed up at him and Sasori didn't know how many times he had wished his cat to spontaneously combust these past two weeks.

"Sorry, un," Deidara said lightly and Sasori shook his head.

"She's my cat so I suppose I should take the blame."

Deidara chuckled and pushed the feline off his lap gently. "Well shit, I just jumped in there and I didn't even ask you if you were gay, un."

Sasori gave a light smirk. "Well then you're extremely lucky or have great intuition. Do you perhaps have a gaydar?"

Deidara chortled and shoved at Sasori's good arm. "Yes, you figured it out, that's also how I get around safely. I find the gayest person I can find and cling to them for support."

Sasori chuckled lowly and leaned in towards Deidara again. "Glad that I was chosen then."

Deidara must have heard how close he was because he leaned in the rest of the way. It was more rushed than before and Deidara seemed to be the one who was eager for it, but Sasori pulled away just as his neighbor's fingertips got under his shirt.

"What kind of girl do you take me for?" Sasori said as he continued to smirk at Deidara's flushed face.

The blond practically pouted. "I wasn't even going to go that far, un."

Sasori laughed and cradled Deidara's face in his hands. "I know, and I want to do this as well," he said as he pecked Deidara's lips, quickly enough to not give the blond a chance to react. "But the timing is fucking terrible." he felt Deidara sigh against his lips, in disappointment obviously. "These past few weeks have been great, and in all honesty, I don't really want it to stop."

"We don't have to, un," Deidara replied, moving to grab one of Sasori's hands, holding onto it like an anchor.

Sasori gave a light smile. "No, we don't, and I don't really plan on stopping if you don't. Just until after I move, that would be the ideal time."

Deidara frowned. "Is that why you took me out tonight, un?"

Sasori stroked Deidara's cheek with his thumb. "Yes, I knew that I wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time with you after today, but once things are settled it will be easier to be together."

Deidara huffed. "I don't want to wait, un," he groused and Sasori chuckled deep in his throat before nuzzling Deidara's cheek, the blond moving towards the motion as well, reciprocating it.

"I hate waiting, too, but it'll be worth it."

Deidara sighed and fell into Sasori, his nose brushing against Sasori's neck. "It better be, un."

–

Sasori groaned as he received yet another email from his agent, who was demanding another review that he had agreed to write. He wasn't even into architecture but the owner of the building wanted him to do a column about it, but all Sasori could come up with was that the river in the hotel lobby was cliché.

Sasori had already sent Konan three emails trying to get her to renegotiate the terms of the review, perhaps another building or an actual peace of art, but the woman was fighting him tooth and nail.

The critic ran his hand over his face and he stared at his laptop until a hand reached over and closed it.

"You get stressed out too much, is this still about the building, un?"

Sasori watched Deidara go around him to enter the kitchen, probably to get a snack, and frowned.

"Yes, Konan still wants me to do more critiques on what she quotes as, 'normal things' no matter how much I have refused to in the past." he opened up his laptop again to stare at her email again.

Deidara merely shrugged as he filled up a glass of water, taking a swig of it. Sasori saw his hands were covered in remains from clay, smudging the cup he held. "Just do a few and see if you like it, un. If you don't, you can tell her that."

Sasori hummed. "You've met her and you know how recalcitrant she is. I once suggested going to another magazine because they offered a good price and she wrote me a novel about why they were a terrible choice. She didn't even add pros to it, so it was obviously biased."

Deidara chuckled and walked over to the table, sitting next to Sasori and leaning next to him, the critic wrapping an arm around his waist.

They had been going steady for six months. Sasori was practically moved into Deidara's apartment with how little time he spent at his own, but nothing was official yet. Surprisingly, Kuro stayed with Deidara, though the blond had renamed the cat Kurotsuchi because he thought the name suited her better.

Though in the past half year, the two of them had become closer and Sasori couldn't describe his attraction towards Deidara. He had tried writing about it, making outlines and almost started making a graph at one point, but nothing explained his feelings. It was in this instance that words could not portray his perception of Deidara. At one point, he told the other man this and Deidara just laughed, saying that it was probably a good thing because it meant there were more things to be discovered.

At one point, Sasori had confessed that the first time he saw Deidara was the day they met, when they were both on the bus.

"You actually bumped into me and I was about to snap until I saw you were blind," Sasori admitted and Deidara snorted.

"Aw, you are nice when you feel guilty, huh?"

It didn't put a damper on their relationship that Deidara was impaired and it seemed rather natural for Sasori to live with Deidara. The blond could take care of himself easily, but Sasori still had the urge to do things for him, not because of his lack of sight, just because he thought Deidara deserved it.

"Everyone needs someone to take care of them every once and while. You are entitled to be a spoiled brat, too, you know." Deidara had scoffed at him but he didn't say anything else as his cheeks became flushed.

When walking on the streets, a few saw them as an odd couple and some of Sasori's friends had asked how it worked between them. He was unsure of how to answer, Deidara saying it was a first, but luckily the blond had replied, saying, "It's easy, he washes the dishes and I dry them, un."

A few had asked a few more intimate questions and Sasori was almost surprised with Deidara's extensive vocabulary as he described sex between the two of them. Most of the time he was spot on. Sasori even joked to his lover that he should become an erotica writer but Deidara merely said he would only be critiqued on his writings so it was no use. He then added that demonstrations were much easier to portray.

"Are you going to take me to bed, un?" Deidara asked into Sasori's neck and the critic hummed in a reply, closing his laptop as he brushed his lips against the top of Deidara's head.

"Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?"

Deidara tightened his grip on Sasori's body. "I'll be fine, un. Let's go," he said, pulling on Sasori's shirt as he stood, his poor attempt at getting the man out of the chair.

Sasori chuckled and took his time getting up, before letting Deidara lead him to their bedroom, his grip unrelenting. Deidara walked backwards as he held onto Sasori, confident on where he was going. He kept his body close to his lover's, his lips just skimming the other's.

"Did you know that you've been neglecting me, un?"

Sasori let his eyes slip closed as he felt Deidara's breath against his lips a little more harshly, his breathing picking up. "Trust me, it hasn't been easy on me either," he replied, his hands going to rest on the jut of Deidara's hips.

Deidara's grip on his shirt tightened as they finally passed the threshold of their room. Sasori's eyes remained closed as he finally pushed his lips to Deidara's fully, his hands bringing them closer together. He could feel Deidara rubbing himself off on him, his hips bucking into Sasori's.

Once they reached the bed, Deidara let himself fall back, Sasori letting him down easily until he felt claws sink into his hand. Sasori swore mentally and broke away from the kiss, now opening his eyes to see Kuro scamper off the bed. Deidara's blank stare was on him as he comprehended what happened.

"Kurotsuchi, un?" he said as he pulled himself onto the bed before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it off to the side.

"Yeah," Sasori muttered quickly as he did the same, now just as eager as Deidara. The blonde was working on his belt when Sasori pounced forward and crushed his lips to Deidara's, quickly inserting his tongue and pushing the other man into the mattress.

Deidara's hands came up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer, his body arching into Sasori's, a leg going around his waist to push their hips together. Sasori pulled away with a hiss and tried not to rock into Deidara too roughly, not wanting either of them to come too soon.

"Are you taking a shower afterwards?" Sasori asked as he sat up to undo his pants, Deidara letting go of him as he did so.

The other man just hummed in thought as he finally managed to get his pants off, boxers flying off soon after. "I don't think so, un. But we can just change the sheets afterwards, can't we?"

Sasori kicked off his slacks where they landed on the ground, crumpled and probably due for a trip to the dry cleaners soon. "I think it's best to do both, really," Sasori said as he finally got on top of Deidara, his hands planted next to the blond's head. He gave a genuine smile. "Do you want me to tell you how you look right now?"

Deidara's expression didn't change much from his usual aroused countenance, but his face and neck became more flushed and he turned his head away from Sasori a little, until Sasori grabbed his chin and pulled him back to get a good look at him.

"You look like you're at peace, as if nothing could ruin this moment." Deidara's lips twitched into a small smile. "Your hair is all over the place and sometimes I have to give a double take because it looks like the sun is shining all round you." Deidara scoffed at that, but he flushed even deeper. "Your skin looks so sun kissed because won't stop blushing," Sasori chuckled, cupping Deidara's neck, his thumb brushing against the blond's hot cheek. "I wish I could find more synonyms for beautiful, happy, and perfect, but I can't. You are your own word and nothing will ever be able to describe you," he said, leaning down to brush his lips against Deidara's. The other man tried to kiss him, but Sasori stayed out of reach by just a few centimeters.

"Your tongue is wicked, Sasori-no-Danna, but I know it can do other things than just talk, un," Deidara said into his ear huskily.

Sasori leaned down further to kiss the blond's neck, feeling Deidara shift under him. He could feel his lover's hard-on against his stomach. "That it can, but let me adore you for just a little while longer."

Sasori didn't stop worshipping Deidara's body until the blond was on the precipice of coming. He skimmed his lips across Deidara's body, kissing every freckle and birthmark he found, or biting whenever a bone jutted out of his skin enough to be noticeable. Deidara's collarbones were covered in bruises.

He sucked gently on the insides of Deidara's thighs, marking closer and closer to Deidara's need, and soon pre-come was spotting on the blond's belly. Deidara didn't try to hide his sighs of appreciation or his hisses from when Sasori bit slightly too hard on a piece of his flesh. He took it all in stride as Sasori continued to roam his body.

Soon enough, Sasori had to turn Deidara over so he could worship the other side of him, starting with the backs of his hands and down. Deidara lay on the bed flat, clutching the pillow his head rested on, his head turned to the side so he was still able to breathe. He tried rocking his hips into the bedding, but Sasori stopped him with hands on his ass, gently kneading the mounds of flesh.

"Do you still want my mouth, Deidara?" Sasori said as he leaned down to whisper in the blond's ears, his erection pressing between the blond's cheeks, against his quivering hole.

Deidara nearly whimpered his response, a tremulous, "Please, un."

Sasori kissed the back of Deidara's neck as he slid off the blond to massage his lower back lightly before moving down to grope his ass. He moved further back on the bed so he was just resting behind Deidara and he could get a good look at his ass. He did it quickly, leaving Deidara no room to anticipate. The blond made a tighter grip on the pillows, letting out a moan, his voice wrecked as Sasori dragged his tongue across his entrance.

Sasori hummed at the voice below him before giving another luscious lick, adding a kiss to it at the end. Deidara tried to arch into his mouth, but Sasori held him down and continued with his languid pace, prodding his tongue into Deidara lightly in a teasing manner. After a minute he managed to get a finger in with his tongue, slowly working Deidara open without proper lubrication.

His saliva was dripping down Deidara's perineum, going down to his cock and Deidara wriggled at the feeling, his toes digging into the sheets. "Danna…" he panted out into the air, but Sasori didn't slow his pace, instead added another finger to join his index and Deidara gasped at the feeling. "Please… Now, you have to do it now before I come, un!"

Sasori was reluctant to pull away, but after a few more licks he managed to pry himself from Deidara to get a good look at his work. "You still need some more prep," he said, reaching over Deidara to get to the side table where they kept the lube and condoms.

Deidara tried to stop him. "I'm fine, just do it, please, un," he said, his hand on Sasori's arm.

The critic sighed and continued to get the desired objects. "You may say that now but I don't want you sore in the morning." he leaned down and kissed Deidara's temple. "It's fine, Dei."

Stretching Deidara took about another ten minutes and towards the end of it Deidara was panting so harshly that Sasori thought that he was actually going to come. Once his finger left the blond, Deidara practically sprang up and pushed Sasori onto his back, straddling his hips as he gripped Sasori's member.

The redhead grunted as he held Deidara by his hips to stop him. "We need more lube," he panted, trying not to get even more aroused as Deidara took control of the situation.

Deidara huffed and felt around the bed for the tube but after only searching for a few seconds, he got fed up and moved down Sasori's body so he would be able to take the man into his mouth. Sasori swore and did his best not to buck his hips, digging his feet into the bed. Deidara only gave him a few sucks before straddling him again and placing a hand on his stomach to steady himself as he finally sank down onto Sasori's cock.

Sasori still had to keep his hands on Deidara's waist to make sure he didn't move too soon but Deidara seemed adamant in his want, already circling his hips.

"Danna," he whined. "Please let me move, un. You're making this way harder than it needs to be." his nails dug into Sasori's stomach and the critic huffed out in the pain that went straight to his dick.

"Okay, okay, just go."

Deidara sighed in appreciation as Sasori loosened his grip and let him get to work, bouncing lightly in Sasori's lap. The redhead watched Deidara's reaction, seeing his eyes close as his mouth opened in sighs that started gaining pitch. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he continued to pull himself on Sasori's cock, only to slam back down and the redhead took the courtesy of digging his feet into the bed and thrusting up quickly, finally striking the spot that Deidara was trying to reach.

The blond was so taken by the action that he fell forward, his hands going by Sasori's head as the redhead continued to rock into him. His head hung low and Sasori managed to give him a rough kiss, snapping him out of his daze. Deidara exhaled into his mouth, now resting his body on top of Sasori's, his hands gripping his shoulders as Sasori finally began to drive into him.

Skin slapped against skin and Deidara's moans became stuttered as he tried to keep his head up, but he soon let it drop on Sasori's chest and the redhead kissed the side of his face before going to grab his ass and continue thrusting into him roughly.

The angle was perfect for them to kiss, but it only did so much for Sasori to strike Deidara's prostate and soon Sasori stopped so he could sit up, holding Deidara's body close to his as he laid the blond down, not unsheathing himself from his lover. Deidara chuckled into his neck as he spread his legs further apart to allow himself to pull Sasori closer.

Sasori kissed Deidara sweetly before moving again, causing Deidara to grunt before he began panting again. Deidara had his arms wrapped around Sasori's body, only allowing for the redhead's hips to move but it almost kept the both of them grounded, like they weren't about to float away any time soon.

They also got heated in their kisses in this position as well, so much that Sasori sometimes forgot to move and it took Deidara a few bucks of his hips to remind him.

It didn't take them long to reach their completion, Deidara stroking himself between their belies as Sasori's thrusts sped up until it was almost punishing. Sasori had to occupy himself with biting Deidara's neck so he wouldn't come too soon and the blond gave a sob, his hips jerking as he was on the edge. The critic moved away from his neck, kissing the spot gently as Deidara sighed in relief.

Sasori brought his hand down to Deidara's so he could help the man finish and Deidara inhaled loudly against his throat. Deidara grabbed the back of his neck with his free hand, bringing Sasori close enough to breathe against his lover's lips as he finally came. He finally kissed Sasori, biting his lip as his brow furrowed further and his body tensed, curling around the redhead, pulling him closer.

Sasori grunted as he felt blood dripping from his bottom lip, but he pushed Deidara back onto the bed as he used his body to bring himself off. Deidara was limp in his arms and Sasori watched him while he leaned back so he could grab his legs, throwing them over his shoulders so the blond was nearly bent in half.

Deidara whimpered at the position, still oversensitive, but Sasori kissed him in reassurance before taking his pleasure and moving again, whispering soothing words to Deidara. He told him how well he did, how amazing he looked and Sasori was sure that if Deidara wasn't on the verge of passing out, he would be smacked for saying these kind of things.

It didn't take much longer after that and Sasori stifled his groan in Deidara's lips again, keeping his eyes open to watch Deidara's face, the blond's eyes open as well, shining with unshed tears.

Sasori was practically gasping in the end, unable to move at the time, but Deidara had already had time to calm down, so he moved his legs down to rest at Sasori's hips before he stretched under the man. Deidara's arms were raised above his head and he hummed in content as he settled back down.

Sasori finally took the chance to pull out and sit up, Deidara curling up right afterwards. "Hey, go take a shower, I'll change the sheets."

Deidara lay on his side and sighed. "I'm fine, un," he said, his voice slurred with sleepiness and Sasori rolled his eyes as he got up from the bed, noticing where he was sore.

"Yeah, you're not going to say that in the morning." he leaned down and helped Deidara sit up but the blond just ended up smacking him away childishly.

"Fine, fine, are you going to join me, un?" he gave another stretch and turned towards Sasori.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Sasori said as he began pulling the soiled sheets off the bed, noting the unused condom and making sure to put it back in the drawer incase they used it later.

Deidara hummed as he walked to the bathroom, knocking into the dresser and doorway on his way there, but he didn't seem to care in his languid state. Sasori watched him step into the shower with the water on full blast as he leaned against the tile.

It took Sasori around three minutes to make the bed for their return, and he nearly jumped into the shower with Deidara who was now just rinsing the shampoo out of his hair.

"Have you ever tried putting no-tears shampoo in your eyes, un?" Deidara asked as Sasori put a dollop of shampoo into his own hair.

Sasori chuckled lightly, now massaging his scalp. "I think once when I was a kid. It hurt like a bitch and I was pretty sure I needed help getting it out."

"But did you cry, un?"

Sasori shrugged, now stepping into the stream. "If I didn't cry, I'm pretty sure the neighbors thought I was getting murdered."

Deidara chortled as he began running some conditioner to the end of his hair. He stepped to the side to allow him some more water and Sasori saw him limp. He sighed and reached down to massage Deidara's lower back, feeling him wince then relax into his grip. Sasori then reached down to Deidara's entrance and began prodding lightly, and Deidara huffed at him.

Sasori's exhale was unamused. "I know you didn't clean yourself properly, so let me do it for you, brat."

Sasori's fingers didn't stop their quest and Deidara leaned into him to allow the redhead further access as Sasori cleaned him of any left over spunk that he didn't managed to get out. Soon enough, Deidara was beginning to get impatient, but Sasori could hear his breath quickening.

"I need to wash the conditioner out, Sasori, un," Deidara warned as Sasori pushed his fingers in deeper.

"Then do it, it won't hinder me at all," Sasori said, as he just brushed up against Deidara's prostate, the blond nearly snarling at him for it.

"I swear, if you turn me on again–"

Sasori hushed Deidara gently as he finally pulled his fingers out. "There, all done," he reassured, now reaching for the soap so he could lather his body.

Deidara scowled and began to rinse his hair again. Once he was done, Sasori offered to wash his body and Deidara accepted, but with hesitance that made Sasori smirk.

It was nearly ten minutes later that they were both out and they only semi-dried each other before jumping into the bed that Kuro had occupied once more. Sasori shooed her off as they got under the sheets, and he pulled Deidara close.

"You didn't dry your hair, Dei. You're gonna get a cold," Sasori chided and Deidara just threw a leg around his hip, pushing their crotches together.

"You can take care of me, Danna, un."

Sasori rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything else, because the both of them knew it was true.

Deidara then cracked an eye open as if to get Sasori's attention. "You aren't going to deny it, defend yourself, un?"

Sasori chuckled and laid an arm out for Deidara to use as a pillow, the wet hair chilled against his skin. "Literally no words to describe you, Deidara."

The other man just became flushed with embarrassment disguised as anger. "Then don't think about it, un," he muttered petulantly.

Sasori kissed him before answering, his lips still touching Deidara's. "What a perfect idea."

End