Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and TV Tokyo. Also, the plot for this story was based off an animated movie called Strange Magic that I saw on Netflix once, although of course it's filled with my own little twists.

WARNING: This chapter contains a bit a sexual content. As of now, I'm switching the rating to M.

Deidara

Deidara sleepily opened his eyes, noticing the redhead was not in bed beside him. When he sat up, he could see the king across the room by his closet as he fixed his clothing. When Sasori turned, Deidara rubbed his eyes with a yawn. The blonde stretched his arms as Sasori moved closer, and he found himself yanked harshly out of the bed.

"You haven't had a shower in weeks, and you reek."

"U-un?"

"Chiyo will bring you another dress and do your hair again. Now, follow me and move quickly."

Sasori opened the doors to his bedroom and peered outside before motioning for Deidara to follow. The prince scurried after him, and the two very quickly moved through the halls. Deidara felt his head pushed down as they walked by some sand kingdom subjects, and immediately their walking speed was increased. What terrified the blonde, was when Kankuro exited his bedroom just ahead.

Deidara's wrist was tightly snatched and Sasori yanked him closer, suddenly picking the blonde up. He stupidly hadn't put on a shirt, as her forgotten he wasn't wearing one, and because of this it had become a life or death situation. Luckily, he was relatively scrawny. By looking at his bare back, one might easily mistake him for a girl. However, he didn't possess breasts and if Kankuro saw that... they'd be in quite a bit of trouble.

Not to mention, it was difficult to hold his wings close to his body in the position Sasori held him. Now, if his wings sprung out then it would all be over. He'd be recognized immediately, and possibly ruin the alliance between the same kingdom and the dark forest. And yes, that would be a good thing for his kingdom... but it would likely be very bad for Deidara's health.

Sasori would be furious, and probably beat the blonde. Then the sand kingdom would most likely want him dead on the spot. That sounded like a lot of drama, something that Deidara did not want to deal with. It was already difficult enough with Sasori so temperamental and moody all the time, so he didn't think he could handle three raging sand siblings.

"Greetings, King Sasori, is that Deimara? Why doesn't she have a shirt?" Kankuro demanded.

"I'm sure you heard of her mental illness, correct? She had a bit of a freak out and got a bit... sexual. I'm simply taking her to have a bath."

"I don't believe it for a second. Release her this instant."

Deidara felt some grip his wrist and Sasori immediately held the blonde closer. They made silent eye contact and the two knew something needed to be done. Deidara clenched his jaw, he didn't like this. He was throwing away the only dignity he had left for this stupidly attractive king, and his life too, but Deidara thought the stupidly attractive king was more impacting.

When he felt the hand grabbing at him again, he parted his lips and let out an ear-splitting screech. The hand instantly moved away and he tightened his grip on the redhead, forcing himself to tremble. He burried his face in Sasori's neck, and the king began to gently bounce him up and down like a mother would a small child.

"Kankuro, I can't deal with you right now. There's too many people around and she needs quiet. Move, now."

Deidara supposed the sand swallowtail moved as Sasori swiftly began moving forward, although remained at a slow enough pace that it would be classified with a quick walk. One hand moved away from his body to open a door before it was returned and Sasori slipped inside. The king kicked it closed with his foot and Deidara removed his face from the redhead's neck, allowing Sasori to put him down.

"Take off the rest of your clothes, brat," the king demanded whilst turning on the tap.

"C-can you turn around, un?"

"Brat, it's not like you have something I don't."

"Un..."

Sasori growled lowly and whipped around, impatiently crossing his arms and tapping his foot. Deidara lowered the sweatpants he'd worn to bed, glancing at Sasori to make sure the king wasn't looking, and there them aside. Although no eyes were on him, the prince couldn't help but blush in embarrassment as he slipped his boxers to the ground, and stepped into the warm bath. Hearing the splash, Sasori immediately turned and stepped closer;the prince's hands flew to cover his member in seconds.

Sasori reached for Deidara and the prince let out a high-pitched squeak whilst throwing his arms harshly against the water. Sasori let out an angry hiss and immediately the blonde's eyes shot upwards to see the soaking wet king. Deidara swore, at that moment Sasori had become a short, pissy, little demon of hell. He grabbed the soap and violently began scrubbing the prince's body.

Deidara thrashed against the force, letting out little protests of pain. Sasori paid no attention and the blonde shifted in a way that caused his wings pain. He yelped suddenly and the redhead jumped up in surprise. Deidara hadn't known exactly what happened, but the next thing he knew, Sasori was falling into the bathtub in front of him. The king snarled, smashing his fist against the wall. Deidara couldn't help but flinch as the redhead thrashed around like an angry cat.

The blonde quickly reached out to steady the king, the pink on his cheeks blazing. Sasori only scowled as he sat in the water across from the prince, arms crossed over his chest. Water dripped from his clothes, and his messy red hair was completely soaked. Although, the king didn't get out of the water, not at all. To Deidara's surprise, Sasori simply yanked his shirt off and threw it onto the counter.

"D-danna? What are you doing, un?"

"I need a bath anyway, may as well get it over with."

Deidara widened his bright, blue eyes as Sasori shifted, pushing himself up to a standing position. The king's hand moved to his zipper and he quickly pulled down his fly. The blonde covered his eyes, listening to the moving water as Sasori slipped his pants off his legs. His heart was pounding and his breathing sped up, he couldn't handle this situation. His hands were pulled from his face and he stared straight ahead at the now naked Sasori, who, despite being incredibly short, seemed to be quite fit.

"What are you staring at, brat?" Sasori smirked deviously.

"N-nothing! I was st-staring at nothing u-un!"

Sasori rolled his eyes, looking away for a moment as he grabbed the soap to wash himself. Deidara used that brief second to let his eyes trail down lower on Sasori's body, and they froze on the large member that the redhead possessed. Deidara's hands quickly covered his own as he felt it harden slightly, and the blonde couldn't help but bite his lip. He rapidly turned his head away as the redhead looked back towards him, raising an eyebrow.

"Why do you look so uncomfortable, brat?"

"I don't like bathing with other people, u-un."

Sasori rolled his eyes, continuing to scrub his body. Deidara shifted slightly, feeling his erection beginning to throb. He absolutely despised himself at the moment, and his attraction to men. He felt pathetic, completely and utterly pathetic. He was being turned on by the king of his enemies, that was also known as the straightest fucking faerie in all the surrounding kingdoms. God, he was dead. If Sasori saw it, he was so dead.

"Turn around."

"U-un?"

"Turn around; I need to wash your back."

Deidara refused to move and Sasori narrowed his eyes in annoyance. The redhead moved closer in an aggressive manor, reaching to grab the prince and move him by force. Deidara failed his feet, his only defense, struggling to keep the king away from him. Sasori only grew more angry, and increasingly violent in his actions. Deidara felt his shoulders grabbed and shoved harshly against the wall behind him, the redhead moving close enough for their bodies to touch.

He didn't know what was up with Sasori, but the blonde's luck was currently skyrocketing. Somehow, Sasori was so distracted in anger that he didn't see nor feel the blonde's boner below him. His chest was touching Deidara's, and the ladder's erection was poking the former's limp one. However, the anger in Sasori's eyes from the ignoring his orders tuned out every factor. But for Deidara, he could only sense the pounding in his heart and how close Sasori's lips were to his.

Feelings took over, and Deidara closed the gap between them. There was no innocence, nor gentleness, but a fiery and passionate kiss. The prince's hands worked their way around Sasori's body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique. To the shock of Deidara, Sasori's tongue forced it's way inside the blonde's mouth and the blonde shoved his own pink muscle in the way.

The two violently pushed against one another until Sasori was victorious, and the king explored the younger's mouth. Deidara's fingertips moved to the redhead's hair, holding him closer and closer by the second. The prince's lung's screamed for air, yet he couldn't bring himself to let go. In the end it was Sasori who broke it, saliva still connecting their parted lips.

Both released soft pants as they stared at one another, before the redhead suddenly rose to his feet and removed himself from the water. Deidara watched him in confusion, and forgetting about his lower regions, rose to his feet. Sasori wrapped himself in a towel and headed for the door in silence. Deidara snatched his wrist just as Sasori grabbed the doorknob, and the redhead let out a deep growl.

"Remove your hand, or I break your wrist."

"D-Danna, un?"

"Get off!" Sasori lashed out his hand and Deidara let out a yelp of pain. The blonde was sent tumbling to the bathroom floor, slamming his head violently against the counter. His hands immediately shot up to his head, trembling at the severe pain he was being caused.

The door slammed open a brown-haired boy standing angrily. His vision was blurring heavily, and he could fee a warm liquid on the back of his head. They were loud noises, and his wings self-consciously shot out to cover in body. The noises grew louder and he felt people grabbing him and pulling him back and forth. A loud screech echoed throughout the bathroom and down the halls, and soon the blonde found himself gently lifted into the air and something warm wrapped around his body.

His vision flashed once more, and he was able to identify the familiar blue hair. A high-pitched ringing formed in his ears, and Deidara wanted nothing more than to sleep. He could feel something being pressed against the wound on his head, and he parted his lips once more to let out another screech. This wasn't fun, he didn't like this. He wanted to go home, to be with his parents and younger siblings. He couldn't take it anymore, he didn't want to.

Help me.

And his consciousness slipped away.