Author's Note: I read my entire fanfic again to get into the zone, and then I realized I had to start where I left off—an imminent sex scene. I have to congratulate my past self for creating such an awkward loose end for me.

Deidara's heavy Akatsuki coat fell with a muffled whump to the ground as the Iwa nin slid it off himself. His forwardness took Hidan by surprise, and he felt himself take a step back as Deidara reached up and wrapped his arms around Hidan's muscular neck.

After Deidara's fingers had grazed that delicate patch of skin, Hidan had suggested they take it back to one of their rooms. They'd stumbled excitedly into Hidan's, which was closer, and then…

"Mmph,"

Deidara's hand was stroking one of Hidan's healed wounds, his thumb lurking dangerously, erotically close to Hidan's crotch. Hidan closed one of his own hands around Deidara's, and pulled it into his pants. Keeping his hand around Deidara's wrist, Hidan moaned softly as Deidara's fingers played against his shaft. He felt the flicker of the tongue down there too, as the mouth on that hand opened and began to engage Hidan in some very fantastic fellatio. He wondered briefly if this was what it had felt like for him and Sasori, when Deidara tricked him.

Did blondie use the same trick?

Hidan's eyes snapped open. Deidara's were still closed, his mouth moving in sync with Hidan's. A sudden, horrible thought had just occurred to the Jashinist.

Fuck. He pulled away suddenly, forcing Deidara's hand to leave the warm inside of his pants with a regrettable shove.

"What?" Deidara almost snapped. His body was lean and nubile, and Hidan wanted to punch himself in the crotch for feeling what he felt right now, and thinking it, pondering the possibility of it, and thusly rejecting Deidara's highly desirable advances.

"Why are you doing this?" Hidan blurted, wishing the tent in his pants would go away so he wouldn't look so desperate. "You don't even like me,"

The question seemed to stun Deidara, who looked at Hidan strangely.

Hey, Hidan thought. How come he doesn't have a boner?

"Since when was this about love, Hidan?" Deidara answered eventually, evenly. "Did I ever say it was?"

"Then what is this about?"

Deidara cocked his head. Taking his time and teasing Hidan by making him wait for the conclusive answer, Deidara wrapped a thick strand of blonde hair around his finger. He glanced behind himself before sitting on Hidan's table, propping his legs on the chair in front.

"What is this about?" Deidara said with mock thoughtfulness. The Iwa nin gazed steadily into the empty air above Hidan's head. Then he smirked and looked him straight in the eye. "It's about sex,"

"Wait…wh-what?"

Deidara watched Hidan's reaction with utmost glee.

"Hidan, you're the one who robbed me of an innocent kiss," Deidara went on. "Don't you think it's time you repaid me?"

"With….sex?" Hidan asked in disbelief. He tried to find himself beneath the betrayal he was feeling, and realized with a pang that he still felt the same about Deidara, no matter how fucked up the blondie was being at the moment.

"What can I say?" Deidara said, inspecting the ends of his air with what seemed to be genuine interest. "It's what I want. He peered up at Hidan. "Don't you want to give it to me?"

Hidan swallowed hard. An embarrassingly audible gulp. It was so fucking clear that Deidara was trying to seduce Hidan, playing him, teasing him like a ball of string to a kitten, and that Hidan was taking the bait. Dumbly. Hidan almost felt ashamed of himself, if only he had the capability to feel shame.

"But of course," Deidara continued, his words hinting at Hidan's palpable submission to him. He leaned forward, propping an elbow on one of his knees. He gazed pointedly at Hidan. "Don't you want me to love you?"

Hidan was stuck for words. If he said yes, he would be telling the truth, and he and Deidara would probably spend the night greatly enjoying themselves. But then he'd also look like a dumb-ass shit for giving in to a guy who only wanted him for his body. There Hidan thought to himself. I said it. At least he could have some credit for being true to himself. The usual Hidan would be in a constant state of denial.

Then, if he said no, he would be lying, and he would be doing himself a lot of good. But who didn't want to get in bed with their crush, even though there was no love in it at all? Weren't there some feelings to having sex? And what he just said, Hidan bit his lip. 'Don't you want me to love you?'? Was that an implication that he would love Hidan more if he let Deidara have him tonight?

It was extremely hard to believe, but…

"I…I do," Hidan burst out. "But…," this could have me killed, just like Sasori.

"But what?" Deidara slid off the desk and walked over to where Hidan was standing, rigidly still. The bomber rested one hand on his shoulder. The teeth in his hand bit Hidan slightly. It felt like a pinch. It made Hidan jump, despite how painless and trivial it was.

Deidara gazed with a touch of interest and amusement at Hidan. His lips looked so fucking kissable to Hidan, which didn't exactly help his situation.

"Come on," Deidara said, a sexily urgent note in his voice. The tongue from inside his hand lolled wetly against the skin on Hidan's shoulder. An annoyingly seductive move. Hidan stood his ground nevertheless. He couldn't be the desperate one.

Deidara seemed unfazed by Hidan's obvious , forced immobility. Instead, he worked with it; he let his hand slide down from his shoulder, his tongue leaving slick marks down Hidan's chest. Down, down, past his slightly scabby bellybutton, and gliding effortlessly into Hidan's pants again. The Jashinist groaned helplessly. Deidara used his spare hand to push Hidan back into the wall, all the while staring intently down at the lump his hand made in the pants.

If I don't do anything myself, then I'm not exactly giving into him, am I?

And then, for some reason, Sasori's voice slithered into his head.

Immobility is worse than anything else you can do, you moron.

But it was almost as if Hidan couldn't hear him, because Deidara was too busy fiddling with his downstairs. And with his other hand firmly on Hidan's chest, Hidan was lost. Lost in the feeling, the heat of it all.

"Ah…," Hidan's expression of pleasure escaped his lips easily. He was still reluctant to have full blown sex with Deidara, but this…

This is okay. Hidan thought.

Deidara averted his gaze from Hidan's pants to Hidan's face. The Jashinist's lips were slightly parted, and his head was back, his eyes closed as he enjoyed what was happening. His lower body moved with Deidara's hand and mouth movements. Deidara made a sudden, firm twist with his hand and Hidan responded with a groan, his forehead creased.

"Oh my fucking—,"

Hidan opened his eyes and looked at Deidara. He couldn't—could he?

No.

At least not yet.