Hi guys! Thanks for all those positive reviews: it's what keeps me writing this~:D It's really motivating and pleasing! And remember that Valentine's Day hasn't quite arrived in this fanfic yet, although it has for us:-
As Sasori scooped up his clothes from the ground, Deidara was busy cooling down on the couch, his cheeks a blotchy red and his hair was a mess. He chuckled in amusement into the slightly stuffy air in self satisfaction.
Sasori, on the other hand, was trying to ignore the pain in his butt while pulling his pants back on, knowing full well that that feeling in his crotch meant he was still completely aroused. If he succumbed, he would've gone over to Deidara's outstretched, toned, naked body on the couch and do him hard and quick, but his mind, with its somewhat intense thoughts of a real romance, were serious enough to stop him. He was thinking with his brain, not his penis, and for once he felt like he was doing the right thing.
"Hey, danna,"
Sasori felt the pants slide down his skinny frame until it rested on his slightly bony hips and he turned around. Deidara was still butt naked, his torso glimmering with sweat. Sasori couldn't help but notice every dip and curve of Deidara's body, especially since he didn't really have enough time just now to enjoy it, since Deidara was fucking him and all, and especially because he could see everything from his vantage point.
"What?"
"Did you like that?"
He grinned.
Sasori forced a smile. "How could I not?"
Deidara didn't detect the subtle bitter notes in Sasori's voice. Or, if he did, he didn't show a speck of interest or concern in it.
"Aw, Sasori," Deidara sat up, crossed the room and hugged Sasori. "I love you,"
Sasori tensed. It was because he knew that Deidara didn't mean it in the same way that Sasori would mean it if he ever said it. Deidara just loved him because he'd let him...
"Yeah," Sasori said after a while, his voice oddly distant. He patted Deidara's elbow. "Me too,"
**
"Hey, Sasori,"
Sasori sighed in frustration and dropped the scalpel with a metallic clang as it hit the tray of instruments he had set out on top of his desk.
"What?" he spat, swivelling around in his chair, wincing slightly at the brief pang of pain, to face Hidan, who was leaning casually against Sasori's door frame, his rippling chest bared. He looked—unbelievably enough—contemplative.
"Can't a guy say hello to his fellow housemates?" Hidan strode gaily across the room and settled on the edge of Sasori's bed. "I'm here to ask you a question,"
Sasori blinked dolefully for a few seconds and didn't say anything. It was more or less an invitation for Hidan to continue speaking.
"So I was wondering…do you reckon anyone here would mind if, you know, I brought a girl back here? You know…," Hidan nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "…just for Valentine's?"
Sasori's shoulders slumped in disappointment at the ordinariness of the question.
"Hm…I don't know," he answered vaguely. He retrieved the scalpel and ran his finger lightly along the blade. "We are meant to be an elusive organization,"
"Yeah, but...aw, that sucks," Hidan pouted slightly. It was kind of adorable.
"Bring her someplace else…given that you can find a girl who'd want to spend it with you,"
Sasori's voice was emotionless, so Hidan had no idea if he was being sarcastic, offensive or if he was offering some friendly advice. He chose the latter.
"Sure, sure…I just gotta know where to look," he paused. "That doesn't mean I want, like, a hooker or something…I just want…yeah," Hidan's hands had been gesturing somewhat nervously while he was speaking and as he went silent they fell in a heap in his lap. For a quick moment, Sasori wondered if Hidan was well endowed. He looked like he was.
"Uh huh," Sasori answered slowly. He tossed the scalpel over to Hidan, who caught it expertly and examined it.
"What about you, Sasori?" he asked after a while. He balanced it on one of his fingers. "What are you thinking about Valentine's?"
Sasori was silent for a moment. He was thinking about telling Hidan about spending it with Deidara since Hidan was being all serious about Valentine's, but…
"I don't quite know,"
"Oh, come on, Sasori," Hidan tossed the scalpel up and caught it in his fist. "Even a guy like you feels a little helpless around girls,"
Sasori smiled and shrugged. Not girls, Hidan…
Hidan walked over and dropped the scalpel back into the tray. He gave Sasori a brotherly smirk and a small punch in the shoulder.
"Chill out sometimes, alright?"
He left whistling.
**
However helpless Sasori felt whenever Deidara practically demanded sex, Sasori still wanted to spend time with his partner. He intended to pay him another visit after dinner, which was progressing relatively slow due to Hidan holding everyone up with yet more Valentine's day talks.
"Itachi, you pretty boy," Hidan pointed his fork dangerously at the Uchiha. "You've not shortage of girls. You should go choose one, have a good time, and tell us all about it,"
Itachi said nothing.
"Or not," Hidan said, forking the piece of lamb chop into his mouth. "But one of us should,"
"Enough. This is making me depressed," Kisame scratched his hair irritably. "I hate Valentine's,"
"Just because you cannot find someone to spend it with," Kakuzu laughed darkly. Itachi stifled one himself. Deidara touched Sasori's knee under the table, looking completely nonchalant over the table as he stabbed a piece of broccoli and shoved it into his mouth. A shiver ran up and down Sasori's shin.