KONICHIWA, MINNA! I hope you all are enjoying this day! As promised, here is Chapter 6. The long awaited Move-In Day has arrived! This chapter is relatively short compared to the others I've uploaded so far, but this one sets the stage for the upcoming chapters in the future. Please enjoy and R&R, onegai! :)
It was finally move-in day and Deidara could not contain his excitement.
He had brought over his final box from home, and was now beginning to unpack everything.
It had also been two days since he and Sasori had officially met.
The blonde will admit, he had been more than pissed off that the redhead was going to be his roommate.
However, he surprised him when he had come over and apologized at the bar.
After that, they had found out they had a lot of things in common.
They were both artists.
Both didn't like drinking.
We're both somewhat anti-social.
And had the same group of friends.
The only thing that had surprised Deidara was the fact that Sasori was a stone-cold realist, with the only creative bone in his body was making puppets, which still crept him out, even now.
He emptied the next box, breaking it down and stacking it atop the others he had already gone through. He still had over 10 boxes to unpack, but it was better than Sasori.
In the hallway, alone, there were over 20 boxes with his name written on them.
Deidara sighed, opening the next box.
This one contained all his sculptures that he had completed within the last couple of weeks. Carefully, he unwrapped the first one, which was a hawk in flight, its wings so intricately carved, one could see the veins running through the feathers. The next was a leopard in a predatory stance, crouched down as if it was lying low in the grasslands of Africa, the snarl perfectly etched into the feline face. The third was his most favorite: it was a bouquet of flowers. A dozen roses, to be exact. He had spent ages on each flower, sculpting and carving the petals to be as thin as possible without breaking, etching in the stems, which were, too, thin, yet not thin enough to break apart. He had paid very close attention to detail when he began painting them, using different shades of red and pink to create the perfect color for the flowers.
Each of his sculptures were hand-painted by him, and he only used the best paints the art store could offer, so one could say he invested a lot of money on his art, but who could blame him?
It was his passion.
Unwrapping the other few sculptures, he placed them on the black dresser that was perched across from the king-sized bed, spacing them out evenly beside each other. He swiveled on his heel and surveyed his room.
The wall behind him and the one to his left, where he entered, were painted all black, while the wall across from him and to his left were the floor to ceiling windows that Itachi had said continued up into the second floor. The flat screen TV was mounted on the wall over the dresser, and the bed, which was actually circular, was placed in the middle of the room, and the carpet was a plush grey. The door to his left was the one that led to the giant, walk-in closet, while the door to the right led into the en suite bath, equipped with a double sink and granite counter top, heated tiled floors, a glass-door shower who's opposite wall was a window that looked out towards the city, and a separate soaking tub and Jacuzzi to top it all off.
Noting the stack of broken down boxes, he picked them up and proceeded out into the hallway, not even getting a few steps when his face kissed the floor.
He laid there for a few seconds, cursing under his breath.
What the hell did he trip over?
He sat up on his knees, fumbling to pick up the boxes that had gone flying as he fell. As he did so, he finally noticed what had caused his mishap.
It was an arm; a very realistic-looking arm.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, flying backwards as the boxes were once again throw in different directions. He landed hard on his butt, trying to calm his racing heart.
"What?! What is it?!" Sasori yelled from his room and the blonde heard the sound of running footsteps and he saw the redhead appear in his peripheral. They both glanced at the arm when Sasori began laughing. "Oh that?! That's one of my puppet's arms. I wonder what it's doing over here, though…?"
The redhead proceeded to walk over and pick up, the hand lolling on its joint. Once calm, Deidara stood and began picking up the boxes, once again. "Why the fuck does that puppet arm look so real, un?"
"I told you, I create realistic puppets; the regular marionette ones were a bore. Creating ones that look real is challenging," Sasori explained. The blonde shook his head, picking up the last box and stacking it atop the others. "We had a deal, Sasori, un. Keep your puppets out of sight."
"I'm telling you, this was an accident!" the redhead gave Deidara an almost childish face, gaze pleading. The sun blaring in from the windows glimmered on his snake bite and eyebrow piercings, also illuminating his eyes from amber to a near gold. His blood red hair also seemed a tiny bit lighter. When he spoke again, his tongue piercing was, too, prominent. "I was bringing a box of my puppet parts upstairs and it must've fallen out without my realizing it. I'm sorry."
Even though Sasori was older, Deidara found it fun to tease him; like him, the redhead seemed like the type of person to get angry when teased or embarrassed, so he decided to milk the situation. He gave him a stern look. "Sorry isn't going to cut it. I was serious when I said I'd back out of this roommate deal if you couldn't keep your creepy ass puppets out of sight, un."
To his amazement, the redhead began stuttering, trying to make up for his lack of attention.
He couldn't do it anymore.
"Sasori, un," he interrupted his roommate's banter, the latter locking eyes with the blonde. Deidara smirked. "I was kidding. I'm not angry, un."
Relief was quickly replaced with mischief. Sasori grinned wickedly. "You bastard. You'll pay for that."
"I'd like to see you try – GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME, UN!" he screamed as the arm was suddenly pushed into his face. Panic swarmed through him, causing his spine to stiffen as he backed away. "Sasori, get that fucking thing out of my face, un!"
"Why?! You decide to mess with me, I'll do the same back!" Sasori yelled, laughing as he wiggled the arm in the air, the hand flapping with it. The blonde widened his eyes. "Holy shit, even the nails look real, un!"
Deidara continued to move backwards until he felt his back slam against the wall.
He was trapped.
Thinking fast, he lifted the flattened boxes over his head, ready. "You don't stop, I'll slam you on top of the head with these, un!"
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me, un."
"Fine," the redhead let the arm fall to his side and began walking away, allowing Deidara to breathe.
However, before he could think, the boxes were smacked out of his arms and he suddenly found himself lying on the ground. He looked up to see the puppet hand in his face. "YOU FUCKER, YOU LIED TO ME, UN! GET THAT FUCKING THING OUT OF MY FACE!"
"Payback's a bitch, yeah?!"
"Knock it, the fuck, off now!" Out of desperation, Deidara closed his eyes and smacked the arm as hard as he could, hearing it slip from the redhead's grasp and landing a couple feet away from them. Silence filled the space for a few seconds and the blonde tentatively looked up.
His heart stopped for a fraction of a second.
There he was, lying on the ground, arms spread wide, while Sasori sat on top of him, straddling his hips. Their gazes, both wide, locked onto the other's, trying to comprehend what was happening.
Almost immediately, Sasori stood up. "I'm sorry, that…wasn't meant to – I'm sorry."
With that, he walked, or nearly ran, back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Stilled slightly stunned, Deidara propped himself up on his elbows.
What the hell just happened?
Leaning against the door, Sasori tried to calm his racing heart.
Fuck, he just made a complete fool of himself in front of Deidara.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
He hadn't meant for that incident to happen. He didn't know the blonde would suddenly smack the arm out of his hand, and he certainly hadn't meant to be straddling his hips like he did!
Sasori closed his eyes.
But hot damn did he look fucking sexy in that position.
Blonde hair all splayed out around him, arms wide and unmoving, face slightly shocked, yet blue eyes questioning.
Almost like what it would look like if he ever became his.
Yellow-blonde hair splayed out on the white satin pillows.
Hands groping, clenching the soft sheets underneath.
Moaning and gasping his name over and over again as his cerulean blue orbs glazed over with lust and desire, the tight heat sucking him in every time he gave a new thrust.
His eyes shot open as he felt hot heat work its way down to his lower abdomen.
"Shit, control yourself!" he cursed under his breath, not enjoying the now prominent bulge in his pants.
Noting it was already too late, he decided on two options:
1): take a cold shower
2): deal with it by actually masturbating
Not wanting to embarrass himself, he decided with option one.
And was bathing in the Jacuzzi for a good hour afterwards.
He was glad he was a man, but there were days where he honestly hated it.
On top of that, what made him decide that Deidara was going to be the bottom in the relationship?
Sure, he's been bottom with a few of his past boyfriends, but he's topped in most.
On top of that, Deidara was straight…so he wouldn't have a clue as to how to have sex with a man.
The thought alone of a dick going in unprepared and dry made Sasori shudder.
He had tried that once and couldn't shit right for the next week.
Lowering himself further into tub as the jets pumped water against his back, he fancied in the idea of finally being back in a relationship.
It had been awhile since his last one, and he was itching for some action.
Although, there was something different about Deidara Sasori couldn't quite get a handle on.
Never had he ever felt so completely attracted to someone so quickly and fully before.
Let's be honest, he'd never gotten a boner that quickly over a man before.
And just seeing his face made his heart and stomach do uncomfortable things in his body.
Lowering further, he submerged himself in the hot water.
He was in for a world of torture.