Season's greetings to all/ Merry Christmas = ) Hope you're all having a good time. I just came back from Mass…let's just say it was very crowded. And my brother and I kept making Yugioh the Abridged Series references, so everyone would be singing Away in a Manger and my brother would be like "Screw the money, I have rules!". We're the only ones to laugh, ever, during Mass. Even the twin babies (aw…) who sit behind us are dead quiet. Ahem, anyway…
Deidara was beginning to get into it when Hidan decided to stop.
The Jashinist pulled away and glanced nervously at Deidara, looking kind of pathetic.
Deidara decided to speak up first.
"So what's this all about?" he asked, licking his lips. He and Hidan were still standing quite close together, and he was actually restraining himself from, well, jumping Hidan.
Hidan…Deidara thought, somewhat begrudgingly. I never would've thought I'd want to jump Hidan.
"Um…ugh," Hidan distanced himself from Deidara a bit. He didn't want to unveil to Deidara that he liked him when he was only a breath away. He was scared that Deidara would overreact or something and Hidan would be in point blank range for one of his C5 bombs. Either that or Hidan would go overboard with his confession and end up picking Deidara up, slamming him down on the kitchen counter, and—
"You know how I've been acting weird lately?" Hidan began, crossing his arms and looking off to the side to avoid Deidara's intense, laser-beam gaze. "It's…kinda…,"
Deidara didn't say anything, just stepped forward and, without further warning, brought Hidan's body close to his again and put his head on Hidan's broad shoulder. Hidan didn't know what to make of this until he felt it against his leg.
Oh damn…he thought, realizing with a happy thump in his chest that Deidara was...
…fucking aroused.
"Just continue," Deidara managed, his voice low and strained. Hidan smiled to himself and put a hand on Deidara's waist. To his amusement, Deidara now seemed more…desperate than he was.
"You've been making me like that,"
Deidara groaned and buried his head in Hidan's shoulder.
"I can see that now," Deidara said, his voice muffled. "But what was the freaking point of moping around looking sad and depressed?"
"That was…I thought you hated me,"
"Hated you?" Deidara stood back and stared at Hidan. "Why would I—wait, I figured it out,"
Hidan nodded shyly. "Yeah,"
"Well," Deidara blew air out of the corner of his mouth. It made the thick blonde lock of hair in front of his right eye flicker upwards. "I can't say I didn't hate you. You were a pain in the ass. A big pain,"
"Yeah…I realized that too late," Hidan's eyes flickered up and down Deidara's body. It seemed that the Iwa nin's boner had passed and now he looked extremely relaxed. "After I kissed you in your room? That's when it all started. That's when I realized that…you know," he finished awkwardly.
"That you liked me?" Deidara smiled and wound a silvery lock of Hidan's hair around one of his fingers.
What a frigging tease…Hidan thought as his hair went taut around Deidara's finger.
"Y…yeah,"
"Well, well, well," Deidara laughed. "Hidan likes me, Deidara? Has the world come to an end?"
"No," Hidan answered, a smile tugging at his lips. "I don't fucking believe it either,"
"Believe me," Deidara said. "It's harder for me,"
"So…,"
"Hidan," Deidara loosened his finger and put it to Hidan's lips. "Stop talking so damn much,"
"Then what should we do?" Hidan said playfully. Deidara rolled his eyes, but was smiling.
"I guess we could just talk," Deidara said finally. "I'm wondering what everyone else would make of this,"
"They didn't have such a big reaction to you and Sasori…," Hidan offered, his voice weakening a bit when the redhead's name slipped from his lips. He watched Deidara closer for any bad reactions to it but he saw none.
"Yeah, just a few jibes here and there,"
"Then…,"
"I guess its fine," Deidara finished. "Not that they can do anything about it. Most likely thing is, they'll ignore the fact that we're, you know, making out in a corner or something,"
Hidan found himself blushing when Deidara finished his sentence. The all-too-vivid image of him and Deidara making out was just…
"Can we do that?" he said, grabbing Deidara's wrist and pressing the blonde's seductively lean body against the counter behind him.
Deidara laughed. It sounded nice, since Deidara hardly smiled around him, let alone laughed.
"We're not in a corner, though," he said, his eyes shamelessly tracing the ripples on Hidan's chest. "But I guess this can work,"
Hidan glanced at the door. He wondered what time it was, and wondered if anyone would stumble across them.
Fuck it he thought. Deidara's body just felt too damn good against his for Hidan to just stop. Their Akatsuki coats were accumulatively thick, but Hidan could still feel the delicious slenderness that was Deidara's body. It was an odd combination: Hidan with his muscular frame that was pocketed with scars and irregularly, grotesquely shaped wounds played a sharp contrast to Deidara's own, blemish free, soft body. It made Hidan realize why Sasori would go to such lengths just to see it without anything on it…and to be inside it.
Deidara nuzzled the skin just below Hidan's ears with his nose affectionately.
"God," Hidan breathed. "Are you always so…,"
"Nope," Deidara said, his breath tickling Hidan's skin. "It's just you…and that time with Sasori,"
He let out a bitter laugh, then closed his eyes and kissed Hidan. Hard. He didn't seem to have a care in the world about being seen.
Well..Hidan thought. When you've already been scarred by a previous incident…
Deidara pulled away. "Are we gonna do this here or are we gonna go somewhere?"
"What are we going to get up to?" Hidan raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously at the millions of racy thoughts running through his uncontrollably horny mind.
Deidara didn't smile. "Do you need to ask?" he said impatiently. He slipped a few fingers between the folds of Hidan's Akatsuki coat, found a patch of bare skin, and brushed his fingertips against it lightly. It made Hidan shiver with anticipation.