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Three Weeks Later…
It had been three weeks since Sasori and Deidara had become roommates. Three weeks for them to see what it was like to live together, learning the other's habits, likes and dislikes.
For instance, Sasori now knew that Deidara hated super-sweet breakfast foods in the morning; it apparently upset his stomach. He also knew that the blonde liked five packets of sugar in his coffee and only one spoonful of creamer.
And most importantly, in the span of those three weeks, that's how long it had taken Sasori to realize that he was in love with his roommate.
Just seeing him every morning put a smile on his face. The way he came trudging down those stairs, the sun catching the gold in his blonde locks, somehow made his day a little brighter. Not a moment went by without the blonde popping into his head, the younger male's smile sending his stomach into somersaults.
Sasori will admit, they'd grown a lot closer since they had moved in together. They ate dinner with each other every night, almost like a normal couple, played Call of Duty and Halo on the Xbox for hours on end in the Gaming Room down the hall, and just recently having a sleepover.
He smiled at the memory.
It had been a late night at the office and he remembered feeling exhausted as he walked heavily back home. Once he got home, he had noticed the lights were all out. Figuring Deidara had already gone to bed, he had kicked off his shoes and proceeded into the living room.
The lights had suddenly flickered on and there stood the blonde, grinning widely next to a huge pile of sheets and pillows.
"What's this for, brat? I'm tired," the redhead had exclaimed, still using the nickname.
"When was the last time you built a fort, un?" Deidara had asked.
"Um…probably not since I turned 10. Why?"
"Well, you're in luck, un!" the blonde had hurriedly made his way into the center of the living room, spreading his arms out wide. "We're making one tonight!"
"I just told you, I'm too tired to-" he had only gotten that far when a sheet was suddenly thrown at his face, and he had haphazardly caught it before it fell to the ground. He remembered gazing at the blonde as he moved about the room, surveying how they were possibly going to build one.
Sighing, he had decided to give in and join.
By around 11, the entire living room had been covered by long, beige bed sheets, the inside filled with blankets and pillows.
Studying their work, Deidara had cheered loudly. "Woo, we did it, un! Now we can sleep!"
"Wait, sleep? Together? In there?" Sasori remembered feeling slightly nervous. By that point, he had already decided he was in love with Deidara, however, he knew the blonde was still straight, so he hadn't tried anything yet. So with that, he remembered feeling his heart beginning to race at the thought of sleeping so close to his roommate without physically touching him.
"Well yeah, un! That's the whole point of building this thing. Come on, un!" Deidara had slipped underneath the sheets, disappearing inside. Sasori, still feeling nervous, had gulped, but complied, bending down and beginning to crawl forwards.
The blankets had been soft and plush underneath his hands, and memory foam pillows that outlined the pathway under it had opened up into a huge circular area, which had been filled with even more pillows and blankets. The blonde had been off to the left, getting his area ready. Sasori had smirked as he made his way over to his spot. "We're grown men and we're sleeping under a bed-sheet fort."
"When you didn't arrive back at the normal time, I figured you were stuck at work, un," Deidara had explained. "I decided to try and make up for your boring and exhausting day by doing something fun. Building a fort seemed like the logical solution, un."
"Really? That was the best solution your mind could come up with?"
"…It seemed like the most fun solution, if you want me to say it that way, un."
Sasori had chuckled lightly, settling down and pulling the blankets over him, the other doing the same. The redhead had turned his amber gaze over to his roommate. "But why even go to such lengths? I've had long days at the office before."
Deidara hadn't said anything for a while, and Sasori remembered thinking he had already gone to bed. But, the blonde had suddenly turned his beautiful blue eyes over to him, a serene and happy smile igniting his flawless face. "This may sound crazy because of our first encounter, but I care about you, Sasori, un. You've grown to be someone I consider close. And because of that, when you're not happy, I want to make you happy, un."
Sasori remembered feeling his heart thump wildly and fast against his chest, his breath leaving him as the words had sunk in.
Deidara…cared about him?
Like, truly, honestly cared about him?
He remembered blushing furiously, thankful for the minimal lighting in the room. He had looked down at his hands, knowing the younger male was waiting for an answer.
"You talk too much, brat," was all he had said as he snapped his fingers twice, the lights flickering off, secluding the two in darkness, the moon the only source of light penetrating the bed sheets.
"You're no fun, un," Deidara had mumbled, pouting slightly, adding to the butterflies swarming around in the redhead's stomach. Sasori hadn't said anything, but after a while, he had turned back over to find the blonde soundlessly asleep, his lightly tanned face contoured by the 1:00am moon.
It had been at that precise moment he realized no one could ever look more perfect than Deidara.
"Hey, what are you making, un?" the blonde suddenly said behind him, and he turned to find him sitting in his normal sitting place: across the island, on the third stool to the right. His hair was pulled into a high ponytail, the bangs as well, finally revealing his entire oval face, both cerulean orbs bright and clear. He smiled broadly at Sasori. "It smells different from normal."
"You must have the nose of a dog," the latter smirked, gazing back at the pan on the stove. "You're right though; I am making something different."
"And that is, un?"
"Ham and cheese omelets," Sasori said, matter-of-factly, adding the cubes of meat onto the thin layer of egg. "Hope you like them, 'cause I'm not making anything else."
"What if I was allergic to cheese, un?"
"That would mean you were lactose intolerant, therefore you wouldn't be able to drink plain, white milk, which you do every day, so I highly doubt you're allergic to cheese," the redhead exclaimed, adding the thinly sliced up cheddar as well.
"Hypothetically speaking, what if I was?"
"Brat, are you trying to be difficult this morning?" the older male suddenly whipped around, chucking a dish towel at the blonde, who dodged it with ease, his ringing bells laugh echoing through the kitchen. "My, Sasori, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed, un?"
"Asking such ridiculous questions straight up gives me every reason to have an attitude," Sasori explained.
Though he was in love with the blonde, that didn't mean he had to act all nervous and anxious around him.
Of course, as soon as he thought that, the younger male suddenly appeared, very closely, he might add, in his peripheral, and he swiveled his head to find Deidara hovering just behind him, the other's body heat overpowering his own. Immediately, he felt his heart begin to race and a near flush washed over his face as he slightly glared at his roommate. "Any particular reason you're standing so close, brat?"
"I'm watching how you make it, un."
"…Do you not know how to make an omelet?"
"I know how to make plain omelets, but that's it, un."
"Well as long as you know how to make plain ones, making these are easy," Sasori explained, turning his attention back to the pan, using the spatula to start folding the egg inwards. "Just make the layer of egg and then add the ham and cheese on the inside, let it heat up for about a minute or so, and then fold like normal."
"That's it, un?"
"That's it."
"Huh, never knew it could be that easy, un," Deidara murmured, going back to his stool and sitting down, allowing the redhead to calm himself. He inwardly cursed.
He couldn't allow for the blonde to find out about his feelings.
Not yet, anyways.
He didn't know when, but Sasori had decided a while back that eventually, he would have to tell his roommate how he felt about him, even though he knew the feelings would not be mutual in the slightest.
Still…it's better to let Deidara know than to keep it hidden and let it fester in his mind, day in and day out.
He just didn't know when he would tell him.
"So, Sasori, I, um, have a slight dilemma, un," the blonde said, his voice sounding sheepish.
"You're prone to premature ejaculation?"
"N-no I am not, Sasori no Danna, un! I'm-" the older male abruptly turned his head over to Deidara, who was trying to hide the red blush igniting his cheeks, which was incredibly hard considering his hair was still up in the ponytail. Sasori cocked his head to the side, not enjoying the fact that hearing his roommate call him by such a name was arousing him; he began to feel heat pooling down to his lower abdomen. "Did you just call me 'Danna'?"
At the question, the flush grew deeper, if that was even possible. Deidara looked about ready to disappear into the chair, he was slumped so forward. "I-it was an accident, un. I-I'm s-sorry-"
"Don't apologize, brat," the redhead said, trying to calm his body down; he could feel his member getting harder by the second. He closed his eyes, hoping that would help.
It didn't.
Instead, he pictured the younger male under him, gazing up through his long lashes, lust and desire swimming through his cerulean blue orbs, hands grasping the sheets as he softly moaned, "Danna."
"A-anyways," the sound of Deidara's voice broke through his daydream, and he opened his eyes, thankful his lounge pants hid his now semi-hard on, "what I was going to say was…you know how I started work about three weeks ago, un?"
"Yes, I do."
"And you know how you meet new people at a new work place, un?"
"…Yes."
"And you know when you meet certain people at-"
"Quit beating around the bush and just tell me, Deidara."
"I met this girl who I want to ask out on a date, un," came the response. Immediately, Sasori felt his entire demeanor fall, along with his semi-hard on. The air around him suddenly grew cold, and he almost wished the brat would walk back over to him. His mind was blank and it almost felt like his heart had stopped beating.
Deidara…had met a girl that he found interesting enough to ask her out on a date.
And if they went on dates...
Dates led to more dates.
And then, officially dating.
And then –
He slammed his eyes shut again, trying to calm the jealousy and anger rising like bile up his throat. "Okay…what's that got to do with me?"
"W-well I wanted to know what the best way would be to ask her, un."
"Just ask her."
"I doubt it's that simple, Sasori, un."
"Trust me; it is," an awkward silence fell upon the two men, neither really sure where to pick up the conversation. More than slightly irritated, Sasori placed the second finished omelet on a plate, sighing. "Okay, first question: do you like her?"
"She's caught my eye, but I wouldn't necessarily call it 'liking', un."
"Okay, second question: what type of date would it be?"
"Um…dinner at a nice restaurant, un?"
"That's fine. Finally, last question: when do you want the date to happen?"
"I was thinking this Saturday, un."
If Sasori had thought before that the air couldn't get colder, he was wrong.
It now felt like he was wrapped in a blanket of ice.
Anger overrode his jealousy and he felt his teeth clenching as heat worked into his face from his jaw.
How could the brat forget?
How could the brat fucking forget?
How could he forget what Saturday was?
"Is that fine…Sasori, un?" the younger male asked, tentatively. Anger clouded the redhead's better judgment, but some little part of him managed to control the outburst that begged to escape.
Taking a deep breath, he whirled around, plastered a smile on his face, set the plate in front of his roommate and said, "I think that's great. I hope you two have fun. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to get ready for work."
With that, he calmly walked up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door lightly so as not to arouse suspicion from the blonde downstairs.
It wasn't until his face was firmly planted into the memory-foam pillow that he finally screamed.