Hello, everyone! So with this chapter, I'm not sure how else to explain it, other than I hope you don't feel the story is suddenly feeling 'rushy'. That's not my intention and everything will make sense...hopefully. Also, by the end of this whole thing, I hope I did well in the smut/fluff ratio? Cause I really enjoy fluff moments? Ehh *quietly freaks out like the perfectionist author I am* Anyways, I hope you enjoy Chapter 15, my darlings, and as always, Rate and Review :3

Two Weeks Later…

It had been two weeks since they had kissed and Deidara still couldn't get it out of his mind.

It wasn't like he was consciously thinking about it on a regular basis.

It was just that it would suddenly pop into his head at the weirdest of times, catching him off guard.

One of the greatest achievements – or downfalls, depending on how one looked at it – he had had within the last two weeks was his awakening of senses from that night.

And out of all the things he remembered, the one that stood out the most was the feeling of the older male's tongue piercing against his own. He had made out with countless girls before, but he had never made out with any girl that had a piercing on her tongue, mostly because he had never been attracted to women with facial piercings.

Yet, something about Sasori's made him…

Wait…what the hell was he about to say?

Stop, stop, stop it!

It hadn't been pleasurable in the least bit!

(You got a hard on though)

Okay, he'll admit it…he had gotten hard in the kiss.

…God that's embarrassing.

"Why the fuck you blushing, blondie?" Hidan asked, interrupting his thoughts. After realizing he had been blushing, Deidara felt the flush in his cheeks grow deeper, insinuating a cackle from his silver-haired friend sitting across from him. They were having lunch together at a local café near Hidan's work.

"Wow, who's on your mind there, Deidara?" Hidan asked, eyeing him with his pale red gaze.

"No one, un," he said matter-of-factly, looking down at the menu to see what he wanted to order once the waiter came back.

"Is it that Sakura chick?"

"No, un."

"Is it someone else?"

Deidara took a sip of his water, not answering.

"…Is it Sasori?"

Without meaning to, he choked on his water at the sound of his roommate's name, which made Hidan begin laughing all over again. "Wow, guess I was fucking right, huh?! What has the redhead done to get you so riled up?"

"It doesn't matter Hidan, un," the blonde murmured, still eyeing the menu. It was suddenly snatched from his line of vision, and he gazed up into a pair of questioning red eyes, slightly glaring. "What is it?"

"Did he fucking say something to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it, un."

"Deidara…seriously…I highly doubt anything he did is as bad as you're making it out to be."

"You sure, un?"

"I'm positive," Hidan leaned back into his chair. "Try me."

Deidara took another sip of water, staring down his best friend as he said it. "Sasori's gay, un."

"Oh well I knew that."

"W-what?!" the blonde sputtered, eyes widening. "How the hell could you tell, un?"

"Two things, blondie," the silver-haired male held up to two fingers. ""One, because I'm gay, it's pretty easy to spot another person who is. And two, it should be obvious to anyone."

"Well I guess it wasn't obvious to me, un," the shorter male mumbled, looking away.

"Well you're straight, but I guess that's not an excuse," Hidan smirked at his friend's annoyed stare. "But seriously though. He told you he was gay; so fucking what? I know you don't have a problem with it because here I am, gay and fucking proud of it."

"Hidan, that's the thing, un. I'm perfectly fine with him being gay."

"So what's the problem, then?"

"It's…what he told me, un."

"And that was…?"

Deidara debated. He seriously debated telling him. He wanted to, but at the same time, he was embarrassed.

(But Hidan is your best friend. He won't judge you.)

Fine.

"He told me he's in love with me, un," he waited for the reaction he was anticipating.

"Oh that? Hell, I knew that already."

Okay…that definitely wasn't the reaction he had been expecting.

"Wait…what, un?" the blonde blinked rapidly. "What do you mean you already knew?!"

"I already knew he's in love with you, Deidara," Hidan exclaimed, leaning on his forearms. "That's been obvious from the beginning."

"The beginning, un?! What do you mean, the beginning?"

"Deidara, Sasori's been in love with you pretty much since you two first met."

Shit.

Sasori had been in love with him for that long?

"That's…not possible, un."

"It is too, blondie. You're just too oblivious to see it."

"B-but…h-how…?"

"Deidara, it's the way he looks at you, man," Hidan explained, eyes, surprisingly, sincere. "When you're not looking, he gazes at you as if you're on a pedestal."

"Hidan..."

"The look in his fucking eyes, bro..."

"Hidan, un!" Deidara slightly shouted, surprising them both. The taller man blinked, eyes wide. The shorter male heaved a deep sigh. "I'm just…I can't process this."

"Why? What's the big deal? It's not like you guys did anything."

(Besides kiss)

The sculptor felt his cheeks flush, which made the other male's mouth form into an "O". "Deidara...what did you fucking do with Sasori?"

"Nothing like what you're probably thinking, you perverted meathead, un!" the blush grew even deeper.

"So what the hell did you guys do?"

"We…kissed, un. That's it."

"Wow," Hidan leaned forward more. "And you're supposed to be straight, right?"

"Fuck you, un. I am straight," Deidara growled. His best friend just shook his head and pressed his back against the chair. "Whatever you say, man. Whatever you say."

Deidara shook his head, taking another sip of his water, feeling the blush return.

Fucking meathead.

It was later that night and Deidara was sitting on the couch, clad in just his usual blue lounge pants, flipping the channels. It had been a long, stressful day and all he wanted to do was go to bed.

But the damn redhead had yet to return back from his own job.

Wait…why the hell was he waiting for him, like some damn wife?!

Shaking his head, he turned the T.V. off and stood up, heading up the stairs to get ready.

It was as soon as he closed the bedroom door when he heard the muffled sound of the front door opening and then closing with a clack, signaling that his roommate was finally home. He ignored it, though, and proceeded the usual routine of brushing out his hair and teeth.

Once back in the room, he stripped off his lounge pants and down to his boxers, about to slide under the covers when he remembered he'd left his bag downstairs.

Shit.

He strode over to the door and threw it open, stepping out just as Sasori did so also from his room.

The first thing he noticed was that the older male was already in his own sleepwear, which was a pair of boxers.

The next thing he noticed was how the puppeteer's body looked. Silhouetted against the moonlight, the blue glow casted dark shadows on the lean muscles protruding from the arms, chest, and abdomen. The dermal and navel piercings shimmered as well and the normal blood red of his hair was turned dark, and his amber gaze was soft and looking right back at him.

(He's beautiful)

Wait…what?

"What are you staring at, brat?"

"Nothing, un," Deidara mumbled. "Just forgot my bag downstairs."

He goes to walk past the redhead when he felt a hand clamp down on his wrist. He turned his head to gaze at the older male, glaring. "Let go, un."

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I haven't been avoiding you, un."

"Then what do you call it when, for the past two weeks, any time we're within close proximity of each other, you find some sort of way to leave or ignore me?"

Deidara couldn't argue with that.

There had been an incident last week when he had been making breakfast when he felt his roommate's presence enter the kitchen. He had looked up to see him clad in his boxers, yawning while rubbing the back of his disheveled head. "Morning."

"M-morning, un," he had cursed under his breath at the slight stutter in his voice. He had tried not to sound nervous. His heart had been pounding against his chest, his breathing increasing.

And why?

Because it had only been a week since they had made out and just the thought of being near the redhead had had the blonde dripping in a nervous sweat pool.

"What are you making?" Sasori had asked, taking a seat in one of the island stools, leaning forward on his elbows. The blonde had gulped, too aware of the clenching of the abdominal muscles on the older male. He had turned his attention back to the omelet he'd been making. "Omelets, un."

"Ham and cheese?"

"Yep, un."

"Are you doing it correctly?" the puppeteer's breath had suddenly been on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Shuddering against his will, the blonde had whipped his head around, taking two giant steps back as his heart thudded against his eardrums. "W-why the fuck are you standing so close, un?!"

Sasori had looked at him with curious eyes. "I was just checking to see if you were making them correctly 'cause if you make the egg too runny, it won't fold right."

"O-oh, un," Deidara had murmured, trying to calm his racing heart. "I-I am making sure about that. No need to worry."

In trying to reach back over to the stove so the egg wouldn't burn, he had accidentally brushed his arm against the redhead's, feeling a hot flame work its way up into his body from the contact. Without meaning to, he had hurriedly made the omelet, put it on a plate, and slid it across the island to Sasori with shaky movements. "Breakfast is served, un."

"What about you? Are you not going to eat-?"

"Not hungry, un," and with that, he had nearly sprinted up the stairs and into his room.

And that had only been the beginning.

Ever since then, he had been trying every possible method to make sure he was never alone with Sasori, just because he literally hated the way his body reacted to him.

Now, here he was, trying to pry the other man's hand off his wrist. He jerked his arm roughly, grunting. "You're overthinking shit, now let go, un!"

"Not until you tell me why you're fucking avoiding me like I'm the damn black plague!"

"Fuck off, un! Nothing is wrong, Sasori!" he yanked harder, his strength sending the shorter male forward, but only slightly. Sasori glared his bright amber eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Was the kiss really that bad?"

"Stop fucking talking about that, un!" Deidara yelled, paralleling his roommate's expression. "It was a one-time thing and it will never happen again, so just stop fucking talking about it!"

"One-time thing, huh?" the redhead smirked, gaze playful. "You wouldn't be freaking out this much if it hadn't affected you."

"What the hell are you talking about, un?!" the blonde screamed, yanking his arm again. He was seriously becoming annoyed. He shot blue daggers at the puppeteer. "Let go, Sasori!"

"Admit it, Deidara," his eyes had grown darker, almost…seductive, "you liked kissing me."

Feeling a blush rise in his cheeks, Deidara tried freeing himself once more, finally succumbing to just waving his arm back and forth frantically. "I did not enjoy that damn kiss, un! I'm a fucking straight man! You may be gay, but I'm straight, and I won't ever become gay, so just FUCKING LET GO OF ME NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLE-!"

He was cut off mid-rant when Sasori's gripped on his wrist tightened and yanked the hand forward, bringing the younger male with it. He pressed the latter flush against his chest, smirk widening as he observed the growing redness in his roommate's cheeks. "You're pretty cute when you blush."

"Shut the fuck up and let me go, un!" the taller male tried to break free, but the sudden appearance and feeling of an arm wrapping around his waist and pressing him closer into the body in front of him told him he wouldn't be moving anytime soon.

The redhead walked backwards, swiveling a 180˚ until it was Deidara heading towards the wall. In a flash, the blonde's back was slammed against the white-painted surface, and he gave a yelp of pain in response. He grunted when he felt Sasori press their chests together even more. "M-move bastard, I can't breathe, un."

"Judging by the flush in your cheeks and the fast paced rhythm of your heart, I don't think you want me to move," Sasori exclaimed. He let go of the wrist he had still been holding onto, bringing it up until the palm pressed flat against the toned, lightly tanned chest. "God, you're beautiful."

"Beautiful is not the right word to describe what a guy looks like now get off of me, un! Nothing you say or do will change my mind!" Deidara yelled, panic beginning to set in. Though Sasori was shorter than he was, the air of dominance and maturity wafting off of him made the younger male feel very inferior.

Almost submissive, in a way.

His mind was telling him to shove him away; his arms were free to do so.

But his body wasn't listening to his brain's logical thinking. It just stayed there, much to his annoyance, allowing that warm hand and its slim fingers to trace delicate, complex patterns on his pectoral muscles, amber eyes observing with fascination.

"S-Sasori, please, un," he pleaded, placing his hands firmly, but softly, on the other male's shoulders, gazing at him with downcast eyes. "Please let me go."

"Just one," came Sasori's response.

"'Just one' what, un?"

"Kiss," when the older male turned his eyes up to stare into the blue ones, there was sadness in them. "Just one kiss. One to either prove I'm right or I'm wrong."

"You're wrong, un."

"Give me one kiss with no hesitation. No boundaries, no doubts. All in. Just one."

He's goddamn crazy!

The redhead was absolutely insane!

He was seriously asking for a kiss!

(It wouldn't hurt to have just one, would it?)

Yes it would! He was a straight man! Why would he kiss a guy?!

(You already did, though)

He was drunk!

(And now you're sober...which means the decision will be one you'll have to live with)

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

Damn it all to hell!

"Fine, un," to his surprise, he complied, watching a new light appear in that bright gaze. He held a finger. "But only this time!"

"That's all I need," Sasori said, smiling. Deidara heaved a deep sigh, dropping his hands to his sides. He closed his eyes, acutely aware of his pounding heart.

He wondered if the redhead could feel it against his hand.

Okay…here it goes…

…In 3…2…1…

Any time now…

…Any day now…

A few seconds past without any contact, and the blonde began to wonder what was going on. He peeked out of one eye curiously, a wave of annoyance washing over him as he watched his roommate moving in at a snail's pace.

…What the hell?

Sighing heavily, he gripped the older male's face in his hands, the latter's eyes opening in surprise. Deidara smirked at the expression. "You're taking way too damn long, un."

He closed the space between them, crashing their lips together. Both stood there for a second, trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

And then movements became feral, almost wild. Pale hands ran through and gripped thick, blonde locks, insinuating a hoarse moan from the hair's owner. This prompted Sasori to delve his tongue into the other's mouth, tasting the sweet delight of sugarmint cinnamon toothpaste, greedily lapping at the younger male's tongue until he gave in to the ministrations, and the two suddenly found themselves competing for dominance as their slick appendages wrapped ferociously around each other.

God that tongue piercing.

The way it rolled harshly against the sensitive taste buds, the tiny clicking of the metal ball against the back of his teeth.

It was like music.

With a soft moan, Deidara gripped the blood red locks in his fingers, pulling harshly, causing the owner to let an animalistic growl escape his throat. The younger male pushed his tongue forwards into the other's mouth, believing he had won when he felt his wet appendage begin to get sucked on, causing a wanton mewl to let loose from his lips.

God, what was he doing?

Yes, he had agreed to kissing with no hesitation and no boundaries.

But he knew without a doubt there were lines that were being crossed at the moment.

Yet…some little tiny part of him didn't mind crossing those lines.

He pulled away slightly from the kiss, and to his surprise, he moved forward to lightly nip at the redhead's bottom lip, his tongue adding to the sensation. Sasori gave a groan of pleasure, but didn't say anything as he pulled on the blonde locks yet again, connecting their lips in yet another passionate kiss.

Every new lap, there was a moan.

Every new pull, touch, there was a mewl.

All coming from the blonde.

Was he…was he actually enjoying this?!

He couldn't…he was straight!

He was straight, he was straight, he was…he was…was…straight…

Oh God.

The tongue…where was it going?

Why were lips pressing against his jaw, moving down to gently kiss the hollow base of his throat?

Why were those lips moving lower, the tip of the tongue running down his pectoral line, changing directions on the last second, shifting right and landing straight on his now erect nipple?

Deidara moaned, back unconsciously arching off the ground – wait.

He opened his eyes to find himself now laying against the carpet.

How had that happened?

He mewled quietly as the metal ball of the piercing rolled smoothly over the pink nub, the tongue skillful as it danced and swirled around it.

Through the lust-filled haze, rationality crept at the back of mind, pushing him to place his hands on the other male's shoulders. "Sasori; stop."

Sasori looked up, and the gaze alone was enough to make the blonde moan all over again. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded over with lust and desire, the normal amber color of his eyes a near bright gold, swollen lips parted as quiet pants escaped them. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, un," rationality pushed farther forward, and the lust suddenly disappeared altogether, allowing him to fully realize his position.

He was lying flat on the ground, the scratchy carpet itching his exposed back. His golden hair was splayed around him in a giant halo, and the redhead was straddling his hips, face hovering over his chest.

He shifted positions, which was a bad idea, considering a moan escaped his parted lips as he felt his groin move against something hard, sending pools of heat into his lower stomach.

Was that-?

"Gh, brat, don't do that shit if you want to stop," the older male breathed out, looking on the brink of losing his composure. Deidara noted a slight trembling in his body when he shifted again, groin once again hitting that hard substance.

So he had been right…

So wait…that means.

With enough force, he sent the other male flying off of him, blushing at the formed tent in his boxers.

FUCK!

Fuck, this was really, really bad!

He wasn't supposed to have felt pleasure.

Not enough to give him a hard on!

"Fuck, un," he mumbled while standing up, turning towards his door. "I, um…I'm heading off to bed. Good night, un."

"You're not going to take care of that?" even with his back turned to him, Deidara could hear the smirk in the other's voice. He sighed, annoyed. "Not in front of you, un!"

He hastily took the steps needed to be inside his own room, closing the door behind him and walking over to his bed, standing stock still for a moment.

What the fuck had just happened?

He had actually felt pleasure and desire…from another guy, no less!

He clutched his hair in his hands, gritting his teeth.

The sight of the tent in his boxers reminded him of his predicament.

It was too hard to just let it go on its own.

And he really didn't feel like taking a cold shower.

So that left only one other option.

He sighed, which seemed to be something he found himself doing more often than not recently.

With quick fingers, he pulled his boxers down, the fabric pooling around his ankles. He stared rather harshly at the erect member, hating that he had do what he was about to do.

He'd done it numerous times before.

Hell all men do it.

But the damn fact that he was hard because of another man was more or less something he found slightly irritating.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped his member in his hand, moaning at the sensitivity. He began to pump slowly, allowing his thumb to move over the head, tilting his head back as quiet sighs escaped his mouth, eyes rolling in their sockets..

He was so preoccupied that he hadn't heard the door open and close and hadn't felt the presence of the older male behind him until he heard his name called.

"Deidara."

"What the actual fuck are you doing in here, un?!" Deidara screamed, embarrassment marring his entire demeanor. "GET OUT!"

"I'm here to help out."

"Help out with what, un?!"

Sasori smirked mischeviously. In the blink of an eye, he had them on the ground, the blonde on his hands and knees, the other hovering over him. The former turned his head to give him a death glare, a blush forming on his flawless cheeks. "W-what do you think you're doing, un?!"

The puppeteer purred softly, reaching around with his right hand until his fingers wrapped around the younger male's erect member, hearing him gasp. With a soft grip, he began to stroke him, listening to the delectable moans reverberating off the sculptor's throat. He bent forward more until his chest made contact with the tanned back, running his tongue along the shell of Deidara's left ear before whispering seductively, "Helping you find release."

"G-God you're insane, you fucking perverted – AH!" Deidara moaned when he felt the redhead's thumb move along the head, dipping into the slit to collect some of the precum already produced. He moved his hand down, lightly touching the balls, then moving back up the shaft, roughly grabbing the head, insinuating a hoarse cry from the younger male. Sasori growled. "I can't get enough of those moans, Dei."

"You're disgusting."

"Am I?" he asked, picking up the pace. Deidara cried out in pleasure as the strokes turned into pumps, his arms beginning to tremble as his body slowly succumbed to the pleasure once again. A sudden harsh, slow rub of a finger against the pulsing, throbbing vein on the underside had him mewling in ecstasy, dropping his head to the floor, unintentionally sticking his ass up into the air.

He felt something hard press in between his butt cheeks and his eyes shot open. "D-Don't you – hah – dare attempt to do anything – ah – else with me!"

"Don't worry, Dei," Sasori whispered, picking the pumps up, beginning to squeeze harder, eliciting cries from the boy under him, "I'll give you just enough pleasure to have you coming back for more."

"You're cra – AH…mm…Sasori no Danna," Deidara mewled, waves of heat washing down into his lower abdomen. His entire body was trembling with desire as his member was continually pumped and squeezed, precum leaking down the shaft in off-white tendrils. His heart was pounding erratically against his chest, and his breaths came out in short, quick pants.

As he felt that familiar spring his stomach start to coil, he panicked.

No…no, he couldn't allow himself to release due to another guy giving him a handjob.

But damn, he had to admit this…it was the best handjob he had ever received from someone.

Girls were too damn gentle, not really understanding that his pain tolerance was a lot higher.

But no, the redhead somehow managed to squeeze and pull him in just the right manner that resulted in intense pleasure, mixed with borderline pain.

He couldn't allow himself to release…he couldn't.

Unfortunately, the pumps grew faster, so fast that the friction against his sensitive manhood had Deidara screaming into oblivion, throat raw. He couldn't hold much longer.

He couldn't…he couldn't…

The coil tightened to near stillness.

"Cum for me, Dei," Sasori whispered, increasing the pumping speed one last time, pressing against the throbbing vein each time he went back up, hand coated in precum, "Scream my name."

The coil stilled.

Deidara clenched his eyes tightly, a final wave of heat pooling down.

And then it snapped.

"SASORI NO DANNA!" he screamed, exploding on the redhead's hand and the floor, getting a little on his stomach, the white liquid burning his skin slightly.

He tried to catch his breath as he rode out his climax, semi-consciously aware of the older male letting his flaccid cock go and stepping away. He grinned from ear to ear as he licked his hand clean of the milky substance. "Mm, Dei, you taste wonderful."

"G-Go to hell, un," Deidara grumbled tiredly. His body suddenly became overwhelmed with sleep. He felt his eyes droop heavily and out of the corner of his vision, he saw Sasori make his way over to the closed bedroom door.

He looked back at the still trembling form kneeling on the ground, smiling contentedly. "Good night, my sweet Deidara."

And with that, he opened the door and closed it once he was out, leaving the blonde alone.

He wanted to cry…he most certainly wanted to cry.

But as he finally fell to the ground in a deep sleep, only one thought occurred to him:

He now had every reason to go and take that shower.