(I HATE) the way you read my mind

ok, sorry for the slow update- hopefully this might be a double-chapter update, since... yeah. sorry, but this chapter is like almost entirely Sasori and Deidara making out. Like... there is no plot in here. I got distracted :S hopefully it's still ok as... steamy fluff? idek

Deidara

"Do you..." Deidara's jaw worked, as he tried to remember how to speak properly. He noticed his gaze was stuck on Sasori's lips again, his ears hearing only Sasori's breathing. He forced himself to look up, and ended up staring awkwardly over Sasori's head. "Do you want to come over? Or... do you have work?"

It was obvious he was trying hard to sound nonchalant. Damn.

"I... I don't have work." Sasori said rather faintly. At least he wasn't the only one having trouble. He glanced down and saw Sasori was staring hard at Deidara's shirt.

"That's... that's..." He never finished. He was kind of pissed that one kiss -one kiss- with Sasori had had this effect on him. He vaguely remembered what they'd done in the car had been pretty hot, but it was a blurry memory, and as he recalled, Sasori had backed up as soon as Deidara had gotten to his mouth.

He was very aware of his tongue. And his chin felt heavy. His hands felt weird, he couldn't explain why. He felt like every part of him was just leaning into Sasori, even though he stood still. He felt heady. God.

He gave into it and tipped his head downwards, leaning his forehead gently on Sasori's head and breathing in slowly. Jesus.

"You're irritating." Sasori mumbled. Deidara grinned.

"'Cuz I'm taller than you?" he guessed.

Sasori scowled and muttered "Yeah."

After knowing him even for a short while, it wasn't hard to notice what Sasori's pet peeves were. Lateness was the first, being taller than him was the second. The third was unwarranted criticism of his artwork. Deidara's grin widened, realizing he basically embodied all three.

Deidara pulled back a little and chucked Sasori under the chin lightly with his fist, pushing his face up a bit. He bent down and ghosted his lips over Sasori's, enjoying the soft noise of disappointment that issued from the back of Sasori's throat.

"You want more?" he breathed softly. He blushed as soon as he said it, surprised at himself.

Sasori seemed surprised too; he backed up a step (not what Deidara wanted at all) and blinked up at him. Deidara was gratified to see that his cheeks too, were quite pink, although he knew Sasori would insist it was from cold. Sasori's expression became closed off suddenly.

"I can wait." he said coolly.

Deidara stared at him, confused, doubtful for a moment. Sasori seemed to have seen it on his face, because he quickly shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, smiling.

"I can wait until we get to your house." he clarified. Deidara narrowed his eyes in comprehension and smiled, just as nonchalant.

"Sounds good to me, hm." he said, turning away. "We'll catch the bus."

He took Sasori's hand, biting his grin as Sasori immediately flustered and looked away as they started to walk back towards the bus stop.

"Okay." Deidara murmured, letting go. A few seconds later, Sasori hooked his finger on Deidara's belt loop, still looking away. Deidara smiled.

Sasori

They sat down at the back of the bus, an entire seat between them, still in the faintly awkward silence that had begun nearly twenty minutes previous.

Sasori was perfectly happy to let that silence continue; not only did it give him a chance to collect himself and figure out what the hell was going on, it was entertaining to watch Deidara try and restrain himself.

Not that Sasori was in any position to talk about restraint. He'd accidentally begun this bizarre who's-going-to-make-the-first-move game when he'd lost his patience with the pace Deidara had set. Considering how hot-blooded Deidara usually was, Sasori had to admit that after the first one, his kissing had been decidedly less so. Not to say it was bad, not at all. Just...

Sasori gazed serenely out the window, not letting Deidara see him annoyed. Sasori had backed off earlier, not because of what Deidara had said (God, definitely not because of that), but because he was too goddamn short to do what he'd wanted to do, which was to grab Deidara, slam him against a tree, tilt his head back, and have his way with him, like he'd been dying to do. And he couldn't just come out and say that.

But when they got to his house, and he got Deidara in a chair, then... Sasori smiled slightly. Then he'd answer Deidara's question.

He itched his nose, hoping he wasn't blushing. God. He could barely comprehend what was going on. What his life had become.

He'd gotten paid to take out someone he thought he hated (but apparently was ridiculously attracted to), got hit in the head by flying sushi, sung Janet Jackson whilst wearing a Bruce Lee t-shirt in front of god knows how many people, and now he had made out with Deidara. And was going back to Deidara's house. To make out more. What the fuck.

Sasori jumped when Deidara nudged his leg with the toe of his shoe. Deidara raised his eyebrows.

"This stop." he said, standing up and leading the way off the bus.

As soon as they got off, Sasori recognized where they were. He hooked his fingers around Deidara's belt loops again, more to see him smile slightly than for any other reason. When they walked up to the house, Deidara sighed with relief, seeing his cousin's car still missing from the driveway.

"D'you want anything to eat or drink? Or... do you just want to go upstairs?" Deidara asked after he'd let them both in and instructed Sasori to take off his shoes, doing the same. Sasori slid his foot over the hardwood floor with vague interest- he'd never been inside anything but linoleum-floored apartments.

"I've heard interesting things about your room, actually. So that would be fine." he said mildly, looking at Deidara, who gave him a fleeting, dark grin that did rather inconvenient things to Sasori's current mental health. To be frank, he wouldn't have been surprised if he'd been smote by the universe, the kinds of thoughts he was having.

Deidara coughed lightly and turned away- apparently Sasori wasn't the only one feeling that way. Good.

"Uh, good things or bad things?" Deidara asked, leading the way up the stairs. Sasori didn't even bother going for the belt loops, he just hooked two fingers down the top of Deidara's jeans. He was rewarded by a muttered swear, and grinned.

"Bad things, actually. I've heard it's terrifying."

Deidara laughed, turning left at the top of the stairs and gently kicking open a door. It was covered in stickers, which all said things like "Caution-explosive material".

"Well, why don't you judge for yourself?" he asked, leading the way inside. He shut the door behind them.

Sasori looked around with interest- Deidara's room seemed to be a definitive example of organized chaos; the floor was clean, aside from a few large scorch marks, but every single available surface besides the bed and a solitary chair were covered in stuff; as Sasori had imagined, large amounts of clay lay around, wrapped in plastic, surrounded by tools; a miniature kiln stood in the corner; papers covered in sketches and notes were scattered the desk along with about fifty pencils, most of which were broken or burnt; hundreds of bizarre sculptures lined the walls and stood on wall-to-wall shelving units; dangerous-looking chemical bottles were clustered rather haphazardly in an open cupboard; clothes were all but bursting out of the closet, and, as Yahiko had mentioned, dozens of posters of "angry punk guys" were taped to his closet doors and all over a folding screen which stood in the corner.

There was also a solitary print-out of Harry Shum Jr wearing eyeliner.

Despite all that, the one thing Sasori had really focused on during his inspection of the room was that it smelled like Deidara. Strongly. To an overwhelming, intoxicating degree. He felt like he was drowning in the smell of him- clay dust, lighter fluid, that banana shampoo he used...

He looked over, realizing Deidara had said something.

"Huh?"

"I said, do you want to sit down?" Deidara repeated, gesturing first at the chair and then at the bed. Sasori slipped his hands into his back pockets and looked around again.

"I'm okay for now, thanks." he paused. "I like your room by the way." He noticed Deidara's surprise and shrugged. "It's very you."

They stood in rather painful silence for about a minute. Sasori was looking with somewhat exaggerated interest at the posters, aware that Deidara was unashamedly staring at him. Truth be told, smite-worthy fantasies or not, Sasori was kind of nervous, now that they were actually there.

I guess we're really doing this... this is actually happening... I am in Deidara's room... Deidara... Deidara who I have supposedly hated for ages. Deidara whose face... voice... and body... are currently... seriously... seriously causing me problems...

Caught up in his own internal monologue, Sasori didn't quite hear when Deidara muttered darkly to himself and strode over, only coming back to reality when Deidara's hands grabbed at his waist and slid around and upwards, one of them slipping up under his shirt, exploring with abandon.

Sasori only had about a second to react to that, however, because then long blond hair was falling over his shoulder as Deidara's lips dragged down the side of Sasori's neck, finding the old mark he'd made, and Sasori's knees felt like water all of a sudden as Deidara once again began to lick and suck at his collarbone.

"W-wait-" Sasori gasped.

"Can't." Deidara's reply was muffled.

The door burst open.

"I'm home! And I brought someone to meet y-"

Deidara's cousin -Konan- froze in the doorway, staring at them. Yahiko, who she had been dragging behind her, bumped into her due to momentum, making her wobble a little. They both stared. Sasori stared back. He couldn't tell, but Sasori got the feeling Deidara was probably glaring at his cousin. One thing was for sure, he wasn't planning on talking to her- his mouth was determinedly staying on Sasori's skin, although he'd stopped sucking.

"Uh... hi." Sasori said weakly. He couldn't imagine a more awkward situation if he tried, especially since Deidara was still stuck to him like a particularly stubborn barnacle. With lips.

Konan and Yahiko were both bright red. Konan had apparently frozen in shock, jaw dropped. Yahiko cleared his throat and gently tugged her away from the door.

"Sorry for the interruption." he said, trailing off as he pulled the door shut again, and then presumably steered Konan back into her room.

Sasori stared at the closed door for a few seconds before seizing his opportunity and wriggling out of Deidara's grip. He straightened his shirt and cleared his throat self-consciously. Behind him, Deidara started to laugh and fell backwards onto the bed. Sasori looked around.

Deidara covered his eyes with his hands and laughed loudly. Sasori realized later it was probably the first time he'd heard Deidara laugh like that, but at the time he was focused more on his reddened lips and the toned, tanned stomach visible where his shirt had flipped up.

"I can't believe that just happened." Deidara said at last, grinning and shaking his head, folding his arms behind his head.

"Your cousin has bad timing." Sasori murmured, taking a step towards him, hands in pockets, gaze now firmly on the door. Deidara laughed again.

"No kidding. But I'm sorry." Sasori looked at him. Deidara's grin was a little lopsided.

"I'm no good at restraint games, hm." he explained. Sasori snorted and nodded, as if to say 'You think?'.

Honestly, he was only half listening. His head was still stuck a couple of minutes ago, when the only thing that had mattered was Deidara's mouth on his skin...

"What is wrong with me!?" he muttered darkly, scrubbing his hands through his hair.

"I'll tell you what's wrong with you," Deidara said loudly from the bed. Sasori looked around at him and folded his arms, a little embarrassed that he'd spoken out loud, but he decided to play it.

"Then tell me." he said, taking a casual step towards the bed. "What do you think's wrong with me?"

Deidara sat up and scooted backwards until he was sitting with his back against the wall. He propped his arms up on his knees, absent-mindedly rubbing his lower lip with his thumb, not taking his eyes off Sasori for a moment.

"You're still standing over there like an idiot, instead of being over here with me, hm." he said in a low voice.

Sasori nodded slowly, thinking.

There was definitely no way he was going to get out of this without making it explicitly clear exactly how Deidara affected him. So his dignity was not going to come out of this house intact. But was that such a terrible loss? Especially if it was in exchange for several hours to do whatever he wanted with Deidara... So he might as well stop resisting.

"You could be right." he said, sidling closer to the bed. Deidara grinned. "But-"

Deidara cut him off with an impatient sigh, rolling his eyes.

"Come on then!" he said, gesturing at him.

Sasori smirked, walking around to the side of the bed closest to Deidara, who made to make room next to him, but Sasori grabbed his shoulder and said "No." Deidara looked puzzled, but only for a second.

Sasori swung a leg over Deidara's hips, then got to his knees. He braced his forearms against the wall, bracketing Deidara's face, and smirked down at him, looking him over, planning what he'd do first. He'd been waiting to do this all day, sure, but maybe it had been even longer than that. Maybe he'd always wanted to do this.

That was pretty embarrassing to think about- this whole time he'd assumed it was Deidara who had been desperately thirsty for his milkshake, but maybe they were equally thirsty. If Deidara was feeling exactly the same as Sasori was right then... God.

Sasori grinned. Deidara, who had been staring at him in surprise, now scowled.

"Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna-"

Sasori pulled Deidara's chin up and caught his mouth mid-sentence with his own.

He pressed him back against the wall, hard. Deidara's muffled sound of surprise turned into a low moan as Sasori's tongue slid into his mouth, his head tilting to the right, pressing into him, all control and domination, his breath warm and heavy as Deidara's hands moved up, sliding to the back of Sasori's neck and then back down and to the front, slipping once more under the borrowed t-shirt.

Sasori stretched and crumpled under Deidara's warm hands as he pulled him away from the wall, burying his hands in long blond hair and fisting it. Deidara sat up straight, groaning as Sasori tugged at his hair then ran his fingers through it.

Sasori tilted his head further, nodding into Deidara, panting a little now as Deidara's hands ran down from his chest across his thighs, then pushed them, making him sit down. Sasori complied, and as soon as he did, Deidara's hands were back under his shirt at his waist, pulling and then pushing, and Sasori rocked against him.

He put his arms over Deidara's shoulders, crossing one over the other, and biting down on Deidara's lower lip, tugging it gently before releasing it and then sucking on it.

One of Deidara's hands skimmed over Sasori's hip and then dipped down the back of his jeans. Sasori gave a small gasp and Deidara moved, leaning forward slowly and holding him up with his other arm, laying him down smoothly on the bed.

Sasori propped himself up on his elbows and looked up at Deidara, who appeared to be drinking him in. Or something. Maybe just staring at how fucking gone Sasori was.

Because Sasori was gone.

Deidara's long hair was tangled over his shoulders, his eyeliner was smudged, his lips were swollen and pink, his face was flushed. He was panting lightly, his chest rising and falling, and god, god, it was all Sasori could do not to tackle him and ram him against the wall again.

Because as much as Sasori had ignored it, as much as he'd insisted this was all for the money, there was no way he could deny it now. Deidara was ridiculously hot, Sasori was seriously attracted to him (more like he could hardly keep his hands off of him), and he was now in serious trouble.

Sasori shook his head, still staring up at Deidara. He mouthed 'fuck'.

Deidara grinned down at him.

Deidara

Deidara stood on his knees between Sasori's legs, one of which was bent in a would-be casual way as he propped himself up and tried to get his breath back. His shirt looked even more ludicrously large now that it was shoved up, exposing his pale stomach and chest, which rose up and down as he breathed.

Deidara pushed the shirt up higher, enough to see the mark he'd left on Sasori's collarbone. He stared down at it, feeling weirdly possessive. Yeah, he'd been drunk and didn't exactly remember making it, but the idea of Sasori walking around with that on his skin- a mark, like a stamp with Deidara's name on it- was pretty hot somehow. He brushed his thumb over it and pushed it, making Sasori wince a little.

Honestly, Deidara was still reeling with shock over Sasori's forceful attack- he always seemed in control, even when he was teasing or angry, and so to see him like that, completely wild, kissing and grabbing hard, had been completely unexpected. He was like a whirlwind.

Sasori reached forward and tugged at the hem of Deidara's shirt.

"Is that it?" he asked with a smirk. Deidara grabbed his hand and guided it up under his own shirt, watching as Sasori's eyes widened and he bit his lips. He looked away. Deidara tugged at the back of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He leaned down and slid smoothly up Sasori's body, pinning him down as Sasori gave a surprised laugh.

Although Deidara didn't talk about it much, he'd had his fair share of hook-ups and make-out sessions. Possibly more than his fair share. And to be honest, he regretted more than a few of them.

And although it hadn't even been a day since it started, and although he was making out with someone he had heretofore considered his mortal enemy, somehow Deidara believed he wouldn't regret this one.

Come on, how could he?

Sasori was making noises Deidara had believed existed only in porn, he was a fucking amazing kisser- and, just- Sasori. His entire existence seemed to be built on sex. Deidara, even now, was marveling at everything he did.

The way his eyes, which always seemed to be in full-on 'bedroom' state, heavily lidded and long-lashed and so fucking... Now they were the same, but with the volume turned up. It was hard to even look at him straight without losing it.
His hair was soft, and he would shiver if Deidara so much as brushed his hand through it.
His skin was smooth, ultra-sensitive, and he would twist away and then come back, pressing himself up against Deidara's hands while he looked away, as though pretending he wasn't doing it.

And god, his mouth... Just... a fucking whirlwind of force and heat and fast breathing.

Deidara dragged his mouth down Sasori's neck, amused when his impatient sigh turned into a groan as Deidara bit into his shoulder. The sound was muffled quickly, and Deidara glanced up to see Sasori biting down on his arm to stop himself from making more noise. Deidara smiled against Sasori's skin and reached up to pull his arm away, wanting to hear everything.

He'd just reapplied his teeth to Sasori's apparently very sensitive shoulder when the door opened for the second time.

This time, Deidara actually stopped what he was doing. He glared up at the intruder, expecting Konan and finding instead her boyfriend. Who was clearly wearing clothes about three sizes too small.

The black shirt he recognized as Sasori's looked like a friggin' crop top on him. He actually looked ridiculous. So much so that Deidara actually sat up just to get a better look at him. He snorted with laughter when he saw the pants, which clearly could not be buttoned up and looked like capris on him.

The guy was looking at Sasori. Who was muttering to himself (as usual), looking pissed (as usual).

"Er... hey, Sasori. Sorry to interrupt, but I kind of need my clothes back. I have to go to work."

So they'd switched clothes... That made sense, Deidara thought as he looked down at Sasori's huge Bruce Lee Tee and jeans, which were also far too large.

He grinned when he realized they'd actually been pulled down a little, apparently dragging Sasori's underwear down with them- Deidara ran his fingers over Sasori's protruding hip-bones, causing the latter to inhale sharply and glare at him.

"Fine, fine. Any longer in these and your geekiness might rub off on me. Plus you're probably stretching my shirt." Sasori said irritably, sliding out from under Deidara, who made little effort to aid his escape. Konan's boyfriend apologized and tugged the shirt off.

"Did you walk here like that?" Sasori asked. The dude grinned.

"Thankfully, no. I might have been reported for mugging a midget."

Deidara laughed, earning him a share of the stink eye Sasori gave Konan's -admittedly very tall- boyfriend.

"Uh- should we just change in here?" The tall guy asked, a little uncomfortably.

"We'll change in the bathroom, obviously." Sasori said, walking towards the door.

"Konan's in there."

"Just change in here," Deidara said in a bored tone, "Konan's boyfriend-" (the guy went pink but grinned- at least he knew he was lucky) "you can change behind that." he said, gesturing to his folding screen.

"And you-" he fixed Sasori with an unblinking stare, which was defiantly returned as the tall guy retreated behind the screen, "you can change right where you are."

Deidara's mouth stretched into a slow grin as he watched Sasori narrow his eyes at him and then assume that stupid closed-off expression of his.

He tugged the Bruce Lee shirt over his head and tossed it over the folding screen. Deidara made no effort whatsoever to pretend like he wasn't looking- he drank him in.

True, Sasori wasn't much to look at in terms of muscles or impressive build- as Deidara often said, he was scrawny.

But he moved like a cat, with controlled, self-assured grace. And his skin was luminous and smooth, and he was lithe, and he had a few freckles scattered over his front, back, and arms like stars, and honestly, Deidara kind of wanted to explore everything with his hands- run his fingers across Sasori's ribs, down his back, over his thin wrists and small hands, back over and down to his flat stomach.

Deidara folded his arms and leaned against the wall again, irritated that he was waxing poetic over a skinny, bad-tempered, pretentious asshole, but honestly... it's not like he had ever had a choice. Somehow he got stuck with Sasori for the human equivalent of attraction-catnip.

Sasori

Sasori didn't even have to pull the jeans down- they fell straight to the floor as soon as he undid the button. That pissed him off- he wasn't that skinny, jeez- but he didn't react at all, calmly freeing his feet and scooping them up, tossing them over Yahiko's screen.

Honestly, he wouldn't give a damn about being nearly naked in front of Deidara (locker rooms, anyone?) if it weren't for the fact that that blond moron was watching him unashamedly with an overtly predatory look in his eyes. It was very hard to pretend there was nothing sexual in what he was doing when he was being watched like he was the star of a dirty movie come to life. Sure, it boosted his self-esteem, but jeez, a little discretion would have been nice.

At last -at last- Yahiko tossed his clothes at him, and Sasori pulled on his jeans with relief. He tugged his t-shirt back on, too, and then smirked at Deidara, because his little humiliation-kink conga line was over. Neither of them broke the held gaze as Yahiko stumbled back through the door.

Sasori stayed where he stood as Deidara rolled off the bed and stood up, stretching. Apparently, they weren't done. Deidara walked slowly toward him, slipping his hands into his pockets as he approached.

Sasori tried not to focus on the fact that he hadn't put his shirt back on. Deidara's body -at least what he'd seen of it so far- was pretty much the opposite of Sasori's own. Everything was tanned, everything was lean muscle and stretching sinew, but what Sasori couldn't take his eyes off of was the tattoo of a sewn-up mouth on Deidara's chest. Somehow, it was really hot. Distractingly so.

Deidara stopped a couple inches away from Sasori, reached out, and smoothed the front of Sasori's shirt.

"Much better." he said. "To be honest, it was kind of hard to make out with you when you were dressed like such a tool, hm."

Sasori looked up at him, and smirked. "Could've fooled me." he replied, strolling over to the bed again and flopping down onto it.

The huge list of stuff he had to do -homework for class, cleaning the kitchen, calling his grandma, buying groceries, starting his final project- were so far from his mind, it was kind of ridiculous. Half an hour at Deidara's house and he didn't even care about any of it anymore. His priorities... needed help.

Deidara lay down next to Sasori and rolled over onto his stomach, folding his arms under his chin. Sasori reached over and tugged at his hair. Deidara swatted his hands away and rolled his eyes, but apparently couldn't help smiling. Which was a good thing. He had a really great smile. A Heath Ledger smile.

"You should smile more." Sasori advised, earning him another dark eye-roll.

Sasori grinned, but his smile faded as he suddenly remembered the talk he'd had with Pein just after the party.

Not only was he now treading on thin ice in terms of Deidara finding out about the money, but he was now unsure what he would do if Pein changed his mind or found out that Sasori knew and was working with Yahiko. A vague wish floated into his mind that he had not been so pig-headed and just asked Deidara out before this, then none of this crap would be hanging over his head.

Oh well. It's not like anybody who knows is going to tell Deidara about anything, anyway. There's never going to be a need to tell him.

This thought gave him some comfort, and he went back to absent-mindedly running his fingers through Deidara's hair. He couldn't deny that he was in a pretty good situation- he was getting four hundred bucks a week to make out with someone he was really attracted to. He didn't really have anything to worry about.

"Hey... you know that weird guy... Pein?"

Sasori tensed. Maybe he did have something to worry about- had someone said something about the deal?

"The guy who looks like a Walmart version of a member of My Chemical Romance?" Sasori asked in his best bored tone.

"Yeah. Uh, he's one of my exes."

Well, that was not what Sasori had been expecting. He sat up and gave Deidara a weird look, taken aback.

"What? You... what?" Deidara didn't look at him. "...Why are you bringing it up?" Sasori asked after a pause.

Deidara rubbed his nose and pointed out the large window by the bed.

"'Cause he's down there right now staring at you."

Sasori looked at where Deidara pointed, and sure enough, there was Pein, dressed all in black, standing in the street and looking up at him. That in itself wasn't so big a deal, but he could only be there for Konan, and as Yahiko was currently in the house...

"Shit." Sasori muttered.

hope you liked this chapter, again, sorry for the slow update. Also, sorry this chapter was... 99% making out. I might do a double-update and stuff some plot into the next one. I just got carried away :S