Deidara's long blond hair glistened in the early morning sun. His chest sank and rose rhythmically as he slept. A small smile graced his cheeks as he dreamt peacefully.

Leaning against the door frame with a coffee in hand, Sasori watched his student as he slept. He couldn't help but wonder what was going through the blonde's head right now. What was he dreaming of? Was it him…? Sasori could feel himself begin to worry. If he wasn't thinking of him, then who? Could it be…? Sasori shook the thought from his mind as he left Deidara's room and stepped into his own. Opening his closet, the red head pulled a deep purple dress shirt out and slid one arm methodically into one sleeve.

"Sleep while you can, brat. You still have time before class." Sasori turned his head slightly in the direction of the door. Deidara had crawled into his bed, legs crossed. He rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"But sensei, where are you going?" Deidara's voice was hoarse and soft. A light blush graced his tan skin as he watched Sasori get dressed. Each muscle tensed and relaxed as the red head moved. The purple shirt Sasori had picked out fit snuggly, caressing his toned back perfectly. Even Sasori's arms were tightly tucked away in his sleeves. Deidara couldn't help but crave those muscles to be pressed firmly against him. Scenario after scenario played out in the blonde's head - thrown against the wall, sprawled out on the table or sensei's desk. The shower was a personal favorite. Sasori's soaked, white shirt clinging greedily to his perfect body. Water dripping down his face as his hand held firmly onto Deidara's-

Suddenly Deidara was pushed back aggressively, jogging him from his day dream. "You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?" Sasori's red eyes pierced through Deidara's, paralyzing him. Sasori's lips were just grazing his students. "What were you thinking about, Dei-chan?" Sasori's freshly sprayed cologne clouded and muddied Deidara's mind. He couldn't think straight nor could he move – not that he really wanted to.

"N-nothing…" Embarrassed, Deidara tried to look away and break free from his professor's grasp. In the struggle, the blond managed to be flipped over onto his stomach with his faced buried into Sasori's sheets.

What a way to start the morning. Sasori thought to himself as he slowly exposed Deidara's bare cheeks to the brisk morning air.

….

Sasori smiled to himself as he reminisced on that morning's events. He could distinctly remember each sigh and muffled moan. The blonde's soft skin as it pressed against his chest. He could still see the blush warm up Deidara's face as he watched Sasori get dressed- the very thing that drove Sasori into lustful rampage.

It was 9:30am on the day of finals right before Christmas break. Sasori sat at his desk in the small classroom, his head resting on his hand as he waited impatiently for everyone to finish. It had already been almost an hour and only 2 people had finished.

Looking around, Sasori examined everyone's faces as they took the exam. It was just about unanimous – they were stumped, struggling from problem to problem. His red eyes grazed over each person until they rested on one. In the back row sat his little pet. A blush still warmed his cheeks. Lingering from this morning? There was no way to know for sure – the blond always wore a blush no matter the situation. When he was hot, cold, thinking, furious, frustrated… horny and being dominated from all angles. Sasori's eyes narrowed as the memory briefly danced through his thoughts.

It was that innocent blush that drew Sasori to the blond in the first place. Something about it made Sasori want to throw Deidara onto his desk and abuse his fragile body until he broke. Sasori wanted to take that innocence and destroy it, turn Deidara into a dirty slut like he had to Itachi a year prior. If not for Deidara, Itachi would still be under his control. But someone had beat Sasori to it. Little did he know, Deidara's innocence had been taken from him long before he graduated High School.

Throwing himself backwards into his chair, one leg crossed over the other, Sasori took in a deep calming breath. He could feel his rage begin to rise. His pet had his own share of demons that haunted him in the late hours of the night. Sasori could hear him toss and turn in his sleep as he mumbled pieces of long past conversations. The scars on his legs and arms were evidence to that. Though faded, they were still visible if you looked close enough. There were even marks along his back where someone had dug their nails deep into his delicate skin. Deidara thought that Sasori hadn't noticed any of this. How could he not, though? The mere thought sent the scarlet professor's mind into a furious frenzy.

Looking up at the clock Sasori sighed, forcing himself into composure. 20 more minutes. ¼ of the class remained – the majority proofing their essays and checking for errors. Sasori took a long swig from his coffee cup; it was more Baileys than coffee at this point.

Sasori's eyes glanced over at Deidara once more. The blond looked at the time and in a sheer panic began furiously scribbling onto his paper. The scene was almost comedic – something you would see from an old Saturday morning TV show way back when. Several people stood up and placed their tests nervously onto Sasori's desk, their emotions written all over their faces. It was something like panic, relief and exhaustion mixed together. Deidara was the third to last student to hand in his exam. Avoiding eye contact, he quickly tossed his exam on the pile and left without a word.

Sasori's anger returned, but this time it was different. Was that a hint of jealousy or even concern? He suppressed his emotions, maintaining his usual poise.

Deidara stood outside looking up at a tall man, whose shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing his chest. Dyed grey hair peeked out from underneath a beanie. The man's voice boomed throughout the courtyard, carried by the brisk mid-morning air. Hidan stopped as he looked up from Deidara, meeting Sasori's gaze. Deidara turned around, puzzlement in his eyes.

"Oh! Sensei! W-what is it?" His confusion quickly turned into panic. It was clear that Deidara wasn't open with his childhood friend about their… relationship if you will.

"I just looked over your exam; there were a few problems you hadn't completed. Mind coming with me so you can get the credit?" Sasori flashed a smile to Hidan. "You don't mind, do you?"

Shaking his head Hidan met Sasori's gaze once more. He then looked down at Deidara and smiled. Hidan may have spent most of his life partying, but when it came to reading a situation – one could say he was somewhat an expert. "Nah, take all the time you need." Patting Deidara on the head, he walked away.

Sasori led a dumbfounded Deidara into a secluded corner of the courtyard. He had to make this quick, there was a class in 25 minutes on the other side of campus.

"Sensei?" Deidara looked up at Sasori, lost on what to do.

"I'm going to say this to you once, and only once Deidara." Sasori backed his student into the wall, their faces just barely touching. "Even though you are going back home for a month, doesn't mean my rules may be disregarded." Deidara blinked. He almost chuckled to himself. Was Sasori really worried he would go around sleeping with every man he saw? A smile stretched across Deidara's face. A new found confidence arose in him.

"Are you worried about me, Sensei?" He giggled slightly to himself "I didn't think I'd see the day when you actually were concerned for me." The vein in Sasori's temple pulsed. He was being taunted by this brat. How could he have let himself become so soft?

Pressing his entire body against Deidara, Sasori growled aggressively into his ear. "Heed my warning. It will not end nicely for you if you disobey." His voice got dangerously low "Stay away from Itachi. Am. I. Clear?" Deidara got quiet. What was he to say? I'm possibly in love with both of you, I can't make any promises! Before Deidara could respond, Sasori turned and walked away.

…..

The unspoken word can be the most hurtful.

There was something in Deidara's eyes that scared Sasori. Even though Deidara did not respond, Sasori could see his answer all over his face. If given the chance, he would run to Itachi for comfort. After all, Sasori did take it upon himself to move the blond into his apartment. Deidara had no say nor did he protest. Never once did he complain, just sat there with his big blue eyes looking up at him affectionately. Sasori could see that Deidara revered him if not loved him. But the mere mention of Itachi's name lit a spark in Deidara's eyes – a new kind of excitement. That spark was the unspoken words that Sasori did not want to hear. It was the reason he hadn't slept in 3 days – not that he slept much to begin with. That spark was the reason Sasori redecorated his bedroom with fresh holes in the dry wall. Sasori had managed to break his hand on his bathroom wall – shards of tile embedded deeply in his skin. It was amazing what a glance could do.

Emotion after emotion swept through the scarlet man like a wave on the ocean. He was pissed off, then he would drink and get low – worry about Deidara and what or who he was doing. Then the mere thought would send him back into a frenzy and something else would miraculously break. His butler was hard at work keeping up with the damages and working diligently to keep his masters home in once piece.

It wasn't until the last day of vacation that Sasori had entered into Deidara's room. It had been previously untouched until recently. A sudden urge arose, one that Sasori could not kick. He sat on the bed flopping backwards, his feet resting on the ground. An overwhelming exhaustion took over him, and surprisingly he made no effort to fight it off. The waves of emotion swept over him as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel. Having his PHD in psychology, Sasori understood the importance of really and truly feeling. Bottling up emotions was what led to bad habits and, well, a broken hand. If he was to return to school as the same cool headed professor as before, then Sasori needed to move through these cumbersome emotions.

And in doing so, he realized something. Something he didn't quite believe in, but couldn't quite shake.

Maybe… just maybe… Sasori closed his eyes. All those sleepless nights began to catch up with him. No… Can't be… Sasori rolled over as sleep overtook him.

Off in the distance, the bell from the elevator rang followed by a sing-songy voice calling out into the silent house.

"Sensei! I'm back~" Deidara dragged his bags behind him, making his way upstairs. "Sensei?" Deidara peaked into Sasori's room to find it empty. Looking around, he noticed his door was slightly open. Pushing it gently, the blond stuck his head inside to find Sasori with his face buried deep into his pillow. The red head wore a gentle smile, one that Deidara had only really seen on sleeping children. It made him chuckle to himself.

Deidara quietly walked over to his bed, trying to get a closer look. This was indeed a rare sight. As he got closer, Deidara could hear Sasori's soft snores as his chest rose and fell. The setting sun shone dimly through the shades, casting a shadow over Sasori's face. Almost instinctively, Deidara leaned in and kissed Sasori on the forehead. He whispered softly, almost as if speaking to himself.

"I choose you, Danna"

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AN: I hope this was well worth the wait! I wanted to do something a little different and give some insight into the mind of our favorite red head. Hope you all enjoyed!

Jess