Konnichiwa, everyone! I'm incredibly sorry for uploading later than expected. I've been away from my laptop from Thursday night to last night due to traveling issues and such! BUT, I just wanted to thank everyone for your continuous support in this story. And thank you to two new followers, as well! It means a lot to me, I promise ^-^ As a treat to you all, I'll be uploading the next two chapters together, mostly because they'll make sense if I do so. So, without further ado, I present to you all Chapter 11. Please enjoy and as always, Rate and Review, my darlings :)

Deidara awoke the next morning to the sun glinting through the giant windows in his bedroom. He rolled over onto his other side, sighing as the warm comforter settled around him yet again.

However, he couldn't sleep.

Today was Saturday, and he had a long list to complete.

First, was to get up and go make breakfast.

Throwing the duvet and sheets off of him, he stood up and pulled his usual pair of blue lounge pants on, threw his long hair into a messy bun, and made his way into the hallway.

It was when he was heading to the stairs, and passing Sasori's room, that he heard noises coming from said space.

He stopped in his tracks, leaning slightly towards the door in an effort to grasp what he had just heard.

"Mm…"

He knitted his brows together, stepping closer.

"…A-ah."

What the hell…?

He pressed his ear to the door.

"Ha...a-ah…"

Widening his eyes, Deidara came to the realization of what was happening.

Sasori was moaning…sexually moaning at that.

And whether he was just dreaming or actually masturbating was something the blonde didn't want to try and figure out. So while trying to hide the furious blush igniting his cheeks, he hurriedly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, turning on the stove and grabbing the ingredients necessary to make pancakes.

While cracking open the eggs, his mind began reeling.

Who was Sasori dreaming about?

Was it a woman at his work or just some random girl generated in his mind?

Whichever the answer, he had definitely seemed to be enjoying himself.

Shaking his head, he poured a thin layer onto the skillet just as the sound of footsteps reached his ears. He turned to the noise, not surprised to find his roommate taking a perch on one of the stools at the island. His blood red hair was slightly matted and his amber eyes were dull from sleep, answering Deidara's question by informing him that the older male had been dreaming.

"Good morning, un," he exclaimed, turning his focus back to the pancakes, using his spatula to flip them over.

"Morning," came a yawned response.

"How'd you sleep, un?"

"Um…good? What about you?"

"Good, un. Slept like a baby."

"Congratulations."

Silence filled the usually talkative space, which made Deidara start to worry. Before he could filter any of his words, they were out of his mouth and in the air before he could stop them:

"Why were you moaning in your sleep, un?"

"W-what?" Sasori's voice sounded flustered, but when the blonde turned to look, he still carried an expressionless face.

"I walked past your room and you were moaning…in your sleep, un," Deidara blinked, waiting for a reaction. The redhead just ran a hand through his locks, sighing. "Did I say anyone's name?"

"No, un."

"Then it doesn't matter, but I apologize."

"Ha, don't apologize for that; trust me, all men have been there once or twice, un," he used the spatula to place a few pancakes on a plate. "So…who was the lucky lady?"

"What?"

"In your dream, un."

"I couldn't see a face."

"Any features you saw, un?"

"Blonde hair."

"Oh, so you have a thing for blondes, un?"

"I guess."

"Any particular reason you're being so short with your answers, un?" Deidara poured some syrup and sprayed whipped cream on the pancakes, swiveling on his heel to face his roommate.

"Brat, I just woke up and getting asked all these questions at once is seriously annoying and I-" he stopped short when the plate of pancakes was slid over to him. He stared down at them for a few seconds, studying them with unblinking amber eyes. Suddenly, he looked back up and gave the younger male a bewildered expression. "Are these for me?"

"Yeah, un. Chocolate chip pancakes with syrup and whipped cream are you favorite, right?"

"I mean, yeah, but how did you-?"

"I'm your roommate; I would have eventually figured out your favorite breakfast, un."

"But why did you-?"

"Today's an important day to celebrate, un," Deidara smiled. Sasori continued to stare at him, shock etching his face as he said his next line:

"Happy Birthday, Sasori no Danna, un."

Surprise was one word to describe how Sasori felt at the moment.

Shock was the second.

And disbelief ended it with third.

Before he had walked down the stairs, the redhead had had an amazing dream about him and his roommate, making love in a field underneath the star-specked sky.

If he closed his eyes, he could distinctly remember the stars being reflected off of the blonde's blue orbs as he looked up at him, softly moaning and gasping as his own lips explored the naked, lightly tanned skin underneath.

And coming down the stairs - and after having to switch out his clothes thanks to his manhood getting excited – and having to be told that he had been moaning in his sleep was a little more than slightly embarrassing, but he had thanked his lucky stars he hadn't moaned his roommate's name or he would have had to explain everything.

Now, here he was, staring at Deidara who simply smiled a smile that was only fit for people whose 'foil-proof' plan had worked out.

"Happy Birthday, Sasori no Danna, un."

Sasori felt his heart skip a beat at the nickname the blonde had accidentally given him just a few short days ago.

Why was he suddenly saying it so nonchalantly now?

He shook his head. "How did you find out?"

"Hidan told me, un," Deidara explained. "Since you wouldn't tell me yourself."

The redhead was silent.

"…Why didn't you want to tell me that your birthday was today, un?"

Sasori was hesitant to say why. Of course he wanted to tell Deidara; every fiber in his being was screaming for him to tell him.

He was just nervous as to how he would take it.

"You seemed so excited to ask that Sakura chick out on a date," he explained, picking at the top pancake with his fork. "You seemed so excited that I felt that if I told you that it was my birthday, you'd forget to be happy and feel bad for forgetting. So I basically didn't want to burden you."

"Why would you reminding me of your birthday be burdensome, un?"

"I just didn't want to burden you, Deidara."

"That's not really answering my question, un."

"That should have to be the only reason, brat."

"Then I'll ask again, un. Why would you reminding me of your birthday be burden-"

"I fucking care about your happiness, alright?!" Sasori screamed, watching as the blonde's face became waved over in shock. His cerulean footballs turned into discs as they stared, unblinking, back at him.

Shit.

How the hell was he supposed to explain that one?

"I-" the blonde started to speak.

"Out of the few people I still converse with in my life," Sasori interrupted, staring down at the pancakes in near shame, "and out of the three weeks I've only known you, I consider you one of the closest people I have. It may not seem like you've done anything for me, but you have. And because of that, I want you to be happy, even if that means you making plans on my birthday. I'd much rather see you happy going on a date than be miserable because you felt obligated to celebrate my turning another year older."

In a roundabout way, he basically just told Deidara exactly how it felt. He did consider Deidara to be one of the closest people he knew, if not the closest one.

That's why he loved him and was in love with him.

He waited for Deidara's response, not really sure if he wanted to hear it or not.

His roommate took a deep breath and leaned on his elbows against the counter, giving the redhead a warm smile. "And because of that, celebrating your birthday is more important, un. I'm not going on a date tonight. I'm going to celebrate my roommate's birthday, un."

"But what are we-?"

"Hurry up and eat and get ready, un!" Deidara turned off the stove, placed the dirty dishes in the washer, and headed towards the stairs with a, "We have a busy day ahead of us!"

With that, he sprinted up the stairs and back into his room, leaving Sasori to gaze at the closed door in shock.

A tiny grin quirked at the edges of his mouth as he started eating.

He wondered what his brat had in store for him.

"Why are we here, brat?"

"Danna, you said you love art, right, un?"

"I mean, I did but – why are you suddenly calling me 'Danna'?" Sasori gazed at Deidara, immense curiosity marring his face. "I know it was an accident in the first time, but why are you now saying it all the time?"

"'Danna' can mean either 'husband' or 'master' in Japanese, un," the blonde explained, not looking at the redhead. "Or, in other words, it's meant to be used as a highly respectable name, and I respect you a lot, Sasori no Danna. That's why I'm calling you that, un."

"Is that going to become a normal thing for you?"

"It just might, un. Unless it annoys you."

Sasori chuckled. "It doesn't bother me, brat."

"Then I'll continue calling you that."

"So anyways," the redhead swiveled his view up towards the building in front of them, staring at the façade, "why did you take me to an art museum again?"

"You said you like art, right, un?"

"Again, yes I did say that, but I've been to this one before, so I know all the exhibits," Sasori explained. The art museum looked just like it had when he had gone back when he was 12.

The city was known for creating the most modern buildings in the world, and that meant that old buildings were quickly renovated to look and match the modern-esque feel of the rest of the town.

The art museum was no exception.

Reaching six stories into the sky, the black metal framework wrapped and hugged around the giant windows that covered the four walls of the building. The early morning sun glinted off the shiny surface, sending shards of light against the paved sidewalks and its pedestrians. It was also situated right near the city's harbor, which was bustling with yachts and fishing boats, the smell of dead fish blanketing the air, making Sasori's nose scrunch up in disgust.

"Okay, so when was the last time you came here, un?"

"When I was 12."

"And you don't think it's changed since then, un?"

"Quite possibly, but I wouldn't know."

"Well, you're about to know now, un!" Suddenly, Deidara had a vise-like grip on Sasori's wrist and was pulling him towards the rotating glass door, one of many that lined the front entrance. Walking through, the foyer's ceiling reached high, homing an abstract piece of art that stretched as long as two school buses and as wide as half a football stadium. The redhead gazed up at it in awe, clearly remembering that piece not being there the last time he had gone.

"Still think it's the same, un?"

"Pfft, brat, you think one sculpture is going to shock me?" the older male crossed his arms over his chest, challenging his roommate, who simply placed his index finger against his chin and began tapping it, pondering. "I didn't want to go there, but I guess we'll have to, to get you to crack, un."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's the newest exhibit that they just opened up, un," the younger male explained. "It's on the second floor, near the back. I think it's something that you'll love, un."

"And why do you think that, brat?"

Deidara stopped walking to look over his shoulder, his smile sending Sasori's heart racing.

"You create realistic-looking puppets, yeah, Sasori no Danna, un?"

"Yeah, why?"

His roommate gave a tiny laugh.

"Just follow me, un."