AN: None of these are really set in a specific 'verse. Though I can continue some if people request it.

Disclaimer: It's fanfiction. Of course I don't own these two.

Warnings: Nothing, really . . . Though I'm pretty sure these two are infected with OOCness here.

Try Me, Brat

Sasori had no idea how he wound up in his current situation, but he was willing to do anything to get out of it. Well, almost anything.

This can't be happening, he thought as the last bell for class rang, the sound more reminiscent of a death bell tolling as it echoed throughout the empty hallway. Not to me . . . Not with him. God, anybody but him!

"Well, you gonna say anything?" the other asked impatiently, though Sasori caught a strange look in his eyes that didn't match his tone. Oh, and that was another thing that further convinced the redhead that this was all just a dream. Since when did Deidara have his hair pulled out of his face?

A small part of him found the rare sight to be appealing, but it was overruled by rest of him which was freaking out at the unexpected encounter. "Why?" he mumbled, hating the way his stomach felt like it was twisting in on itself. At the same time, his heart was pounding uncomfortably, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

Blue eyes met his brown and his breath caught at the emotions swirling in that intense gaze. "I thought it was obvious by now, Sasori no danna," Deidara purred as he took a step closer. Sasori backed away until his back met his locker, and the smirk the blond sent him made him shiver. "Can't you tell, hm? Or do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Please . . ." Sasori said as Deidara placed his hands on either side of his body, trapping him. He wasn't sure what he was asking for.

Deidara's smirk softened into a smile, but that only made the knot in Sasori's stomach worse. He leaned close enough that their breath intermingled. "I like you, Sasori. A lot," Deidara murmured. "More than you realize . . . hm."

Speechless, Sasori could only stare into those light blue eyes. No matter how closely he looked, he couldn't see any deceit in that gaze. Only the utmost sincerity he'd ever seen anyone reveal. Even with the way they constantly fought, Deidara had never lied to him.

He looked down, hair falling over his eyes. "Why, Deidara? Why me? Of all the people you could choose . . . why pick me?"

Warmth spread through his face as Deidara's hand titled his head up so their eyes could meet again. "You shouldn't talk like that, hm," he said, frowning. "You're just as important as everybody else, danna. In fact, you're more important than any of them. I know this sounds cheesy, but you mean a lot to me."

Blood rushed to his face and he glared at the smile curling Deidara's lips. But then one of the thoughts he'd always tried desperately to keep out of his mind came forth. How would his lips feel on mine?

As if he had read his mind, Deidara leaned forward and caught his lips gently. Sasori froze at first, but then a sting on his lips from Deidara's teeth broke him out of his daze. Slowly, tentatively, he kissed back.

It wasn't like anything those romance novels Sakura forced on him claimed. It wasn't soft or hot or set off fireworks in his head or whatever else those books described. The kiss was wet, messy, and completely weird. It became pretty clear that Deidara, for some unexplainable reason, had never kissed anyone in his life.

Even though Sasori had already had his first kiss (thanks a lot, Itachi), he found himself liking the inexperienced kiss with Deidara much more.

After they finally ran out of oxygen, they separated and Sasori wiped off the saliva on his mouth, expression blank. "You're an idiot, brat," Sasori said dryly, finally regaining his usual confidence as he adjusted to the situation. Though he was still reeling that Deidara actually liked him.

Hurt flashed across Deidara's face and he backed away. "Sorry, Sasori no danna. I just—"

"Let me finish," Sasori cut him off. He held up one hand and began listing the many reasons he had for Deidara being an idiot. "One, you made it pretty clear from day one that you were out to get me in some way. That's partly my fault for being a smartass and catching your attention." He held up a second finger. "Two, your taste in art sucks."

"Like yours is any better, hm," Deidara growled, but Sasori ignored him.

"Three, you can't lie to save your life. How are you going to deal with the backlash when people find out about us?"

"I can—wait, what? You mean you actually—mmph!"

Sasori glared at him, his hand muffling Deidara's words. "Stop interrupting me, brat," he huffed. Holding up his other hand, he continued. "Four, I'm related to your ex-girlfriend and you hate my best friend's very existence. Even though they know I can take care of myself, they're not going to take it easy on you when I tell them. And yes, I'll tell them about this."

Deidara stared at him with wide eyes but he didn't seem eager to interrupt. Finally.

Instead of holding up the last finger, Sasori caught him by the shirt and tugged him forward, allowing the blond to press him back into the lockers. "Finally, if we're going to do this, you're going to need to kiss better than that." He smirked up at the surprised expression Deidara wore. Seriously, brat. Try me."

To say that they were late to class that day was an understatement, but for once Sasori couldn't care less.

AN: More to come, dear readers, but I'll take requests, too. I'm curious to see what ideas you guys can come up with.

~amkay