Hello lovelies! I was so hoping to have had this done by now, but I'm still trying to keep up with my school work. Ugh. This is the most jam-packed year of tests and work and shit I've had yet. Oh Jashin, I can't wait until Summer break.

Anywho, enjoy~

As time passed, Sasori had taken to keeping his distance from Deidara; watching him from afar like a stalker of some sort. The thought of being reduced to a lowly stalker greatly bothered the demon at first, but after a few months had passed of visiting and observing his love, he's begun to accept it.

He'd long since been sent back to Hell to attend to his duties there, but every chance he got, he would visit earth to see his beloved fallen angel. True, he still hated the wretched planet and every pathetic human life on it, but he'd gladly endure anything for just a single glance of his blonde. Deidara was like a drug and Sasori had to have his fix.

After much thought and careful planning, he'd decided to pay Deidara a personal visit. He'd done his research and found that Hidan would be leaving for the majority of the day to some rally of some sort Sasori had no interest in finding out about. This was his chance to see the fallen angel without any worry of the overly protective albino.

Sasori stared at the wooden door to the shabby cabin in front of him anxiously. His body trembling ever so slightly as his non existent heart tumped loudly in his ears at a quick pace. This would be the first time since Deidara lost his wings all those months ago that he would have a proper interaction with his beloved. His stomach was in knots and he felt an uncharacteristic nervousness envelope him. Pull yourself together Sasori! He scolded himself.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Sasori slowly raised his fist and gave three curt knocks to the door in front of him before casually stuffing his hands into his jean pockets and composing himself, somewhat, as he waited for an answer.

Not a minute later the door opened revealing a somewhat curious looking blonde on the other side. "Hello?" Sasori could feel his body heating up, his head was swirling around and he couldn't seem to think clearly anymore. Deidara's brows furrowed at the lack of response from the redhead who'd knocked on his door. "Uh...are you alright, dude, un?"

Sasori shook his head to clear his thoughts. Putting on a sly smile, he took a step forward causing Deidara to take one backwards, his baby blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. The demon scanned the beautiful, flawless face of the boy in front of him with his mischievous crimson eyes before his lips twitched upwards into a smirk as his eyes traveled down the other's body. "I'm quite alright." He finally spoke with almost a purr, his eyes drifting back up to lock with the other's sparkling azure ones.

Deidara arched a golden brow expectantly earning a quiet chuckle from the redheaded man. "Oh, right. I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here and who I am."

"Duh. So what do you want, hm?"

Sasori clicked his tongue at the other's sass before straightening up and giving a small shrug. "I wanted to see you."

At this, Deidara's brows shot up in surprise. Wanted to see him? Who the hell was this guy and why did he want to see him? Was he some sort of stalker? He was sure he'd never met this guy before. He would remember a handsome face like that. After a moment of awkward silence, Sasori's smirk never leaving its place on his lips, Deidara cleared his throat and gave the older man a firm look. "Look, dude, I don't know who the hell you are but I suggest you leave. My roommate knows how to fight and he'll kick you ass, yeah."

Sasori blinked at the blonde's response before placing a hand over his mouth and letting out a muffled laugh causing the ex-angel to give him a look with both confusion and irritation. Once Sasori composed himself once more, he gave the blonde a toothy grin exposing his razor sharp pearly white teeth. "Quit your lying, brat; that idiot doesn't know how to fight. Just because he's stronger than you and can kick your ass doesn't mean he knows how to fight." He sneered.

Deidara's eyes widened in shock, he opened his mouth to say something before Sasori interrupted him by holding up a hand. "And I already know Hidan's not home and won't be home until later this evening." He gave the dumbfounded blonde a smug smirk before lowering his hand and sighing. "Now, if you'd allow me inside to talk with you, I may be able to answer some of your questions."

Deidara eyed the redhead skeptically. Let that stranger, stalker dude into his house where he could kill or rape him?! Hell fucking no! Then again, he did seem like he was stronger than Hidan and could easily kill or rape him anyways. And he mentioned Hidan, did he know him? Was he one of Hidan's friends? But he never remembered Hidan mentioning a hot redheaded asshole... Did he even really have a choice at the moment? Pfft. No.

With a defeated sigh, Deidara stepped aside for the demon to enter. Sasori's smirk widened into a grin as he nodded his thanks and walked past the blonde into the house, ignoring the glare he received as he did so.

"So..." Deidara started as he softly shut the door behind them. "who the hell are you anyways, un?"

Sasori scanned the cabin, finding it much neater than he'd remembered it to be. His eyes landed on the fallen angel; he held the stare for a few moments before finally answering casually, "Sasori."

"Sasori, yeah?" Deidara echoed in confusion earning a small nod from the redhead. Sasori. Why the hell did that name ring a bell to him? Exactly who was Sasori? He felt like he'd known this guy from somewhere before but...he just couldn't place his finger on it...

"Is something wrong?" Sasori breathed into Deidara's ear, gripping the blonde's wrists and pulling him closer.

Deidara let out a surprised gasp as he was grabbed and pulled flush against the older man's chest. When had he gotten so close? Did he space out; and for how long? He frowned, his gaze drifting up to meet Sasori's. He was captivated by those burning ruby orbs of the older man's. They looked so damn familiar! They were so cold and threatening yet warm and inviting at the same time. It was so strange and what was stranger was the feeling he was getting from their close proximity.

He felt nauseous and his head began to pound. His body felt as though it were burning from the inside out and his heart beat increased noticeably. His lungs felt like they were on fire, as if he'd just finished running a marathon and his vision began to go blurry.

Sasori held the blonde in his arms as he felt the other's knees buckle from under him, he placed his lips on the other's forehead and frowned. "You're burning up." He mumbled quietly as he pulled away slightly, still supporting the panting blonde.

Deidara clung to Sasori's shirt, resting his forehead on the other man's chest and struggling to regulate his breathing back to normal. What was happening to him? He wasn't sick or anything, so why was this happening all of the sudden? Did Sasori do something to him? Sasori... God damn it! That name, that face, that voice... It was all so fucking familiar but he couldn't figure out where or when he'd seen him before!

He tightened his grip on the demon's shirt as he was carried bridal style to the couch. Sasori covered the blonde with the blanket once occupying the back of the sofa before kneeling down beside him and running his fingers through the silky blonde hair soothingly.

Deidara's eyes felt heavy and they were burning. Burning? Burning with what? He blinked as Sasori wiped away a stray tear rolling down his flushed cheek. Tears? Was he crying? Why?! What the hell's going on?! He grit his teeth and grabbed Sasori's hand that was petting his head, glaring weakly at him as he gripped the wrist as tightly as he could.

Sasori paused in his movements, gazing down at Deidara with heavily lidded crimson eyes, a dull expression void of any emotion was etched on his face. Deidara panted, propping himself up on one elbow and bringing Sasori's captured hand down from his hair to the exposed couch cushion in front of him. He lowered his gaze, glaring through his stinging tears burning his eyes at the floor between them. "W-why? What is this? Who...who are you, hm?" He breathed out, his voice was raspy and quiet but he was sure Sasori heard him.

Sasori's gaze softened and he gently cupped the blonde's cheek, tilting his head up and forcing their eyes to lock. He stared into those baby blues he loved so much, using his thumb to brush away another tear as it slipped from those once bright eyes.

It seems every time he's around his love he somehow manages to cause him pain. He didn't want to hurt Deidara anymore. He couldn't bare to be away from him any longer, but as long as they were as they were now, he would continue to put his beloved fallen angel through his own personal hell and that's not something he could live with.

He knew what he had to do if he were to be with Deidara forever. It was a long shot in the dark, but it was worth it for Deidara.

A small, ghost of a smile found its way onto Sasori's lips as he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to the soft pair in front of him. He felt Deidara tense up, as he expected, he didn't get a response but he didn't mind. It felt so good to have Deidara close to him again, even if they were like this. It was broken. Sick. But he loved every second of it.

He pulled away from the kiss, still smiling at the shocked blonde. "Te amo, Deidara." He whispered, placing a hand over the ex-angel's eyes. A faint red glow came from his hand over the blonde's eyes before Deidara's body went limp. He removed his hand and kissed his sleeping love's heated forehead. Once Deidara woke up, he would think the whole thing was only a dream. It was for the best. "Don't worry, Deidara. I promise I'll fix this." He covered Deidara with the blanket once more before whispering, "For us."

Sasori caressed Deidara's smooth pink cheek before standing up and heading out the front door. He glanced over his shoulder to get one last glance of his sleeping beloved before softly shutting the door behind him. His eyes lazily drifted to the dirt road to see the silhouette of Hidan returning home in the distance. He took one last look at the cabin and sighed before disappearing in a puff of red smoke, leaving behind naught a trace of his presence save for the memories Deidara would have.

What they were doing was dangerous; it always had been. What was to come was no exception. After all, a demon and an angel should never be more than mere rivals.

Ah, I'm sorry if this chapter was short or sucked...or both... I swear I'm trying! Oh boy, next chapter is the last chapter...I can't believe it! I'm gonna miss this story. TTwTT But like I said, it'll definitely be open to a sequel.

Oh, and I checked the reviews on this thing and holy shit; 45?! O.O That makes this the second most reviewed story I have! Right behind MEML (which will be updated very, VERY soon~ ;D). Thank you all soooo much! And a super duper big thank you to; Anarchy, chaann, Weirdnfreaky, and Kat! I love you all so much! *Hugs* X3

For those of you wondering; "Te amo, Deidara." means "I love you, Deidara." in Latin. :3

I hope you all enjoyed! Don't forget to review and have a beautiful day~