HELLO, EVERYBODY! Gained ANOTHER follower! Welcome to the growing family, my darling! ^-^ I'll try to keep this author's note short, since a lot of stuff happens in this chapter and it's the longest one I've uploaded so far of the story! This chapter is told from both the perspective of Deidara AND Sasori and once you start reading it, it'll make sense as why I chose that method. It was very interesting hearing from you all and your ideas as to what this chapter might bring, but I think it will all definitely surprise you, as it should, because I still only know how it ends ;) Anyways, again, thank you all for your continuous support and I am proud to introduce Chapter 20! Like Always, R & R, onegai! :)))

Deidara was pissed.

And he was jealous.

He was jealous because he was pissed, and he was pissed because he was jealous.

He could feel anger and annoyance of the night swimming over him in giant waves, drowning him in emotions, making his entire body shake.

He clenched his hands into fists, trying desperately to calm himself.

For Sasori, he was enjoying the sight of the blonde physically fuming at his performance at the dinner. Sure he had been 'flirting' with his ex, and sure, he had definitely seen Deidara watching from afar, and sure, he hadn't done much to stop his ex from flirting back, but in all honesty, Sasori had only done those things to get Deidara to crack.

And cracking sure was what was happening to his roommate.

Smirking at the younger male's off-white suit jacketed back, he spoke. "What's the matter, Deidara? You seem upset."

At the sound of a slight smirk in the older male's voice, the blonde felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He couldn't allow Sasori to know that he was upset, let alone jealous.

He shook his head, feeling his shoulders relax. "Nothing, un. Just tired."

"Really?" Sasori knew exactly what was going on with him. The sculptor's entire demeanor had changed the second the older male had recognized his ex. On top of that, with everything that had happened between them, the kisses, the night in the younger male's room, Sasori's confession, they were eventually going to make Deidara question everything he had known his entire life, even if he didn't want them to. And tonight's little episode was enough of a confession for the redhead.

Sasori felt his heart jump in his chest.

Deidara had feelings for him.

He was just being stubborn about saying he was jealous.

Which meant Sasori would just have to get him to talk.

"Really, un. Everything's fine," Deidara repeated, feeling his patience wearing thin.

Ever since the night in his room with Sasori, his entire way of living began being questioned. All his life, he had grown up being straight, being attracted to females and loving the soft curves and lips each once was adorned with. And even with Hidan being gay, he knew he would never turn.

But something about Sasori was different.

Deidara hadn't wanted to admit this, but thinking back to when they had kissed, not only once, but twice, the second time having been his own decision to allow it, he remembered feeling like his entire body was on fire, his heart ramming against his chest as the redhead's pierced tongue slowly traced his own, causing him to moan in ways no girl had ever been able to achieve, even when having sex.

But he also couldn't believe he had felt that.

At the time, he wasn't gay.

He knew that.

But why had his body reacted that way?

Why was it that when he thought about it, even now, his heart would begin thumping painfully against his chest, waves of heat beginning to overcome his demeanor?

Why had he liked kissing Sasori?

Why?

Why?

"See, brat, I would believe you, but I know you're lying," Sasori continued, following the other male as they finally made it the door to their penthouse. He watched Deidara fumble with opening the lock. "So why don't you tell me."

"Why are you pestering me on something I've already given an answer to, un?" the blonde turned to look at his roommate, visible blue eye slightly glaring. "I. Am. Fine."

The door opened wide, Deidara striding on through into the unlit foyer, the moon's glow visible in the living room. At this point, he was boarder-line ready to scream. The redhead wouldn't give up; he obviously knew he was lying, but he was stubborn. He wouldn't break so easily.

But if that damn redhead asked one more time…

"You're lying. That outburst at the party is proving that. Tell me."

"I fucking hated the stunt you pulled at the dinner, okay, un?!" Deidara finally screamed, whirling around to stare down his roommate. "I mean, what the fuck was that?!"

"Flirting, brat. It's quite common."

"Fuck you, Sasori, I know what flirting is, un. Why do it at an event like that?!"

"Cause I can."

"You're seriously pissing me off right now, un."

"Why the hell do you care?!" Sasori finally snapped. He wasn't getting anywhere with being subtle, so being brutally honest was the only option left.

Deidara didn't say anything. Just swiveled on his heel and continued through the foyer, heading towards the living room. The redhead smiled.

Almost got him.

"Why do you care about who I flirt with, huh?!" he continued, following the younger male. "Why does it matter?"

"Stop asking these damn-!"

"No, fucking answer my question, Deidara!" Sasori screamed. The two males had finally reached the living room, the moon's glow turning the blonde's hair nearly white. "You know exactly how I feel about you! Known since my fucking birthday! I even fucking confessed as to why I had fallen in love with you! I understand with everything that has happened between us has confused you, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I've made you question everything about who you are, but if you have even a shred of respect for me and actually care about me, answer the goddamn question! Why does it matter?!"

Something snapped in Deidara.

Whether it was his breaking or turning point, he wasn't sure.

He just knew the only words running through his head as he turned around to face Sasori were:

Fuck it.

Without so much as a warning, he lunged forward, locking their lips in a tight connection, hearing the redhead grunt in surprise. The force of him throwing his body forward sent both falling back into the leather couch, the blonde instantly straddling his roommate's hips as he opened his mouth slightly, gliding his tongue against Sasori's lower lip, hearing a near animalistic growl erupt from the other's throat.

For the puppeteer, he didn't know what to think. Couldn't really understand that Deidara was now straddling him, his tongue begging for entrance. Couldn't really grasp much else besides the fact that his roommate that he had been in love with for too long was finally showing his feelings.

His heart rammed against his chest as he closed his eyes, entangling his hands into the thick gold locks as he allowed access, nearly groaning as his tongue and the blonde's battled for dominance.

Like hell he'd let the brat win.

He moved his hands down to the younger male's ass, taking a bruising grip and driving his hips into his, pulling him closer. A low moan escaped Deidara's lips, allowing the redhead to force his wet appendage into the hot orifice, internally smirking as yet another moan escaped the sculptor's throat.

Deidara couldn't breathe.

He didn't necessarily want to breathe.

His body felt like he was on fire, every nerve ending in his system alive and wired, making him hyper-aware of his surroundings. His ears picked up the whirring of the refrigerator and his own moans escaping and disappearing into the air, his nose picked up the scent of Sasori's musky cologne and the slight aroma of the leather couch, his skin felt the pressure of his roommate's hands gliding over it and his hair follicles felt the random tugging as well, and his eyes were closed, though when he opened them slightly, he became acutely aware of how erotic the redhead's face looked: eyes closed, cheeks tinted a light pink, and tiny growls vibrating against his throat sent pleasure shivers down his own spine. He closed his eyes, loving the feeling of Sasori's tongue piercing clicking against his teeth, the ball on the stud rolling against his own tongue, the sensation somewhat familiar from the last time they had kissed.

But kissing wasn't the only thing he wanted now.

He wanted Sasori.

He needed him.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, opening his eyes slowly to gaze into those beautiful amber orbs now glazed over with wanton and lust, paralleling his own expression. He sat up a little straighter, his long hair falling around their faces like a curtain, shielding them off from the rest of the world as he cupped the redhead's face in his hands.

Just the two of them.

And no one else.

"What was that for, brat?" Sasori asked, voice lowered by a few octaves and breathless. Deidara smirked, mischief clouding his better judgment. Letting his eyelids droop slightly, and feeling the now prominent bulge in both their dress pants, he began to move his hips in a rocking motion, grinding their erections together, noting the dilation of the puppeteer's pupils and his cheeks tinting deeper as he spoke. "I didn't enjoy that stunt you pulled, Danna, un. It upset me."

"Mm…b-brat you knew I wasn't serious," the redhead's voice hitched in an attempt to sound calm, but the blonde knew he wouldn't last forever.

His roommate was impatient.

"Did I, un? Because I couldn't tell," the sculptor inched the speed of his grinding up, noticing the tightening of the older male's grip on his waist. "Seemed to me like you were enjoying it, un."

"…Damn it, Dei, I wasn't serious!" the puppeteer breathed out, his entire face now nearly as red as his hair.

He was dying.

Or whatever word someone would call it when it felt like your heart was about to burst.

Having the blonde speaking to him in such a fucking seductive tone while grinding their hips together, creating delicious friction, was chipping away at his restraint every second, and he knew he couldn't keep it up much longer.

He was losing control and losing it fast.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

Deidara stopped the grinding long enough to actually think about what Sasori had just asked.

Why was he doing this?

Why did he suddenly kiss him?

Without warning, he was overcome with emotion and dropped his head to the older male's shoulder, feeling tears form at the corners of his eyes.

"I don't know, un," he mumbled.

"You don't know?" he heard the redhead ask, voice incredulous.

"No, I don't, un!" the blonde yelled, pulling away to stare into his face, feeling tears falling down his cheeks. "I don't know why I'm doing this!"

"You're drunk."

"That's bullshit; I had not even a full glass of champagne, un!" Deidara yelled, knowing full well his eyes were beginning to turn red and puffy. "I don't know why I'm doing this! I don't know anything anymore, and it's not just you, un! Everything that has happened, it's confused me, but it's also made me scared!"

"Of what?"

"Of changing, of becoming something different, un!" he said, voice shaking. "I just…I don't know what to do anymore! I can't continue fighting anymore, un! I'm losing a battle inside my head and it's scaring me and I'm just…I d-don't know what to do…"

"Shhh, Dei, it's okay," Sasori brought the younger male closer, holding him to his chest. "It's okay, I promise. I'm right here; I'm not going anywhere."

"What am I going to do, un?" he heard the blonde murmur. His grip on his back tightened as he buried his face in the golden locks. "We'll figure it out; I promise. I won't leave you alone."

They stayed like that for a while, neither really saying anything.

Because no words were honestly needed. Both knew what Deidara had been talking about, even without saying it up front. Both knew the feelings they had for each other, despite the confusion and trepidation in exploring them.

Without having to explain it, both knew what they had for each other was strong.

As a rush of courage flowed through him, Deidara turned his head slightly. "Sasori, un?"

"Yeah?"

The blonde moved his face to be a mere centimeters away from the redhead's, staring into those beautiful amber eyes that were filled with question. "Kiss me, un."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, un."

Leaning forward, Sasori captured his lips with his, loosening the first bolt on the door that had refused to budge for months.

He pulled away, staring into two cerulean orbs.

"Again, un."

Another bolt was loosened.

"One more, un."

Another one, gone.

"Dei…"

"One more, un."

Another, gone.

The door hinged at one last bolt.

"Again, un."

"Dei."

The bolt disappeared.

And the door exploded into a million tiny fragments.

The fiery hot passion that erupted between the two was felt as their lips explored each other, tongues lavishing in the sweet flavor of hot mouths as moans and gasps escaped into the suddenly hot space surrounding them. Hands fisted at clothes and ripped them away from the body, shoes and socks were kicked off and forgotten on the floor, and hair was let loose in a torrent of gold and red waves. Time ceased to exist for them as they let their bodies become consumed by the natural, feral desire to feel pleasure and lust.

By the time Deidara had retrieved some of his senses, he noticed that they were no longer in the living room, but on one of the circular beds, his body surrounded by plush pillows and a fluffy comforter, feeling a very skilled tongue and mouth nibble and suck at his neck, more than likely producing love marks and hickeys in its wake.

"D-Danna~!" he moaned, throwing his head back to allow better access for the redhead. His body felt overheated, his heart thumping at a rapid pace it wasn't used to going at, barely allowing oxygen and blood to reach his head but it made damn sure to force it to flow in another direction. His erection was getting harder by the second and the dress pants he was wearing weren't helping.

He reached for the buckle of his belt, ready to free himself, when the arms above him drove his hands into the bed, stopping his movements. He squirmed uncomfortably, not realizing how strong the redhead was until he was being pinned underneath him. "D-Danna please, it hurts to keep them on."

"Hold onto me," came the shockingly low, husky voice next to his ear.

That was Sasori?!

"W-Why?" he breathed out, surprised by low his own voice had become.

"Trust me," Sasori exclaimed, letting go of his wrists. Deidara reached up and hooked his arms around the older male's neck, leveraging him slightly off the bed. He gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. "W-Why did want me to – ah!"

His question ended with a wanton moan as he felt a hand begin to rub him through his pants.

Sasori watched the younger male under him intensely. His face was flushed dark pink from the desire radiating off of him, his eyes, when he opened them, were that beautiful near indigo shade he had seen the first time they had kissed on his birthday. Every now and then, he'd turn his head to the side and open his mouth to let another beautiful moan escape. The redhead took that opportunity to lean down and teeth at his left earlobe, ghosting his tongue across the outer shell, feeling the blonde shudder against him.

He smirked, still rubbing him through his pants. "You sensitive here, Dei?"

"S-Shut up~" Deidara murmured, not meeting his gaze. He pressed his lips to his ear. "I'm just trying to pleasure you, brat."

He flicked his tongue out and allowed it to delve dipper, straight into the canal, internally smirking as a long, drawn-out mewl escaped the younger male, his body arching up to meet his. Reaching in deeper, he slowly began to move his body in time with his rubs, creating a rocking sensation that drove the blonde insane. He clutched at Sasori's back with all his might, nails digging into the skin, the redhead paying no mind to the pain.

He was finally being able to touch the person that he had fallen in love with, with no hesitation from the latter.

He was ready to deal with a little pain in the process.

Deidara almost sighed when he felt the older male finally extract his tongue from his ear. He had never mentioned before how sensitive he was there, but somehow, Sasori had been able to find it. It's when his hands went slack that he finally realized what his nails had been doing. "I'm sorry about your back."

"I can't feel it," he smiled at him. "But what happened to that cute speech impediment of yours?"

"You mean the one you made fun of when we first met?" he quirked an eyebrow up at him. "It goes away when I'm aroused."

"Good to know," Sasori mumbled, taking his hand away from the other's crotch, noting the whimper of protest in his ear. He laid himself down on top of the other, still holding his weight slightly so as not to crush him. "So Dei, there's something about me you must know," he glided his hands up and down the sides of the tanned body, whispering in his ear, "I enjoy being commanded. So tell me what you want me to do."

Deidara didn't even have to think twice.

"Get me out of these things," he nearly growled.

"With pleasure," he smiled. "Anything else?"

"Kiss me," their lips collided, holding the peck for a second before the older male opened his mouth to slide his tongue along the younger male's lower lip, asking for entrance, which was quickly granted, and Sasori was able, again, to relish in the sound of his piercing clicking against the other's teeth as it felt around.

"Mm…lower~" Deidara whispered through a moan. The redhead moved down to his neck, taking a patch of his skin in his mouth and sucking on it, forming another love mark. The blonde gasped, weaving his fingers through the red locks. "Ah…lower~"

Sasori smirked and brought his mouth lower, running his tongue down the pectoral line until he changed directions and encased his hot orifice over the left nub. Deidara's breath hitched, his grip in the other's hair tightening as he felt a tongue play at his nipple.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Who knew he'd be sensitive there, too.

The older male brought his mouth to the neglected nub, exploring it with his tongue while he brought his hand up to twirl the one he had just been at between his middle and forefinger. After a few seconds of that, he moved lower, running his wet appendage over the defined abs and dipping it into the navel. He pulled away to see Deidara covering his face with his hands.

"What's wrong?" the blonde only shook his head. Sasori sighed, reaching up to take his hands away, but he refused to move. He tried again with no such luck.

That's when he became aware of how the body under his was trembling. He blinked. "You're shaking."

"I know that. I'm just nervous," he confided. The redhead was able to pull the other's hands away, the aversion of their gazes enough of a red flag for Sasori. He moved up until his face was over Deidara's. "Why are you nervous?"

Still shaking, the younger male finally locked eyes with him. "B-Because it's you."

Sasori wasn't expecting an answer like that.

He shook his head, smiling warmly. "Don't be. You're safe; I promise."

The blonde nodded, letting a few seconds pass before grinning at him. "You still haven't completed my first request."

The redhead smirked and brought his hands to the buckle, loosening it in one go. He bent his head and unfastened the button and zipper with his teeth, a skill he had acquired way back in high school. After that, he swiftly ripped the pants off and threw them across the room, amber orbs glued to the grey briefs hiding the extreme bulge beneath.

As he hooked his fingers underneath the elastic waistband, tanned hands stopped him. He looked up. "Problem?"

"If I'm going to be completely naked, so are you," he breathed out. "Strip."

"Mm, with pleasure," Sasori stood up on the bed and undid the buckle of his own pants, staring directly into the cerulean eyes staring right back as he unzipped them and slid them from off his waist and down towards the bed, flinging them over to where the other pair laid. Smirking mischeviously, he grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slipped them off, all but too aware of the blush etching the younger male's face.

Deidara didn't try to hide the fact that he was surprised.

Holy fuck was he big…

When the redhead knelt back down and ran his tongue along the skin just above the elastic of his briefs, he arched his hips up in an attempt to tell him to get moving.

Now he was being the impatient one.

But could he really help it?

Every logical part of his brain was gone, replaced with the innate want for rapture and euphoria.

However, he didn't want to feel that way just from anyone.

He wanted to feel this insane pleasure from Sasori.

He wanted it.

He craved it.

He needed it.

He needed him.

So when his briefs were finally pulled down, he took it upon himself to throw them off somewhere into the darkness. He grabbed the older male's face in his hands and brought their lips together in a passionate kiss, letting out a series of mewls and moans at the feeling of their erections grinding together, creating delicious friction that made Sasori growl, low in his throat, in his ear, sending shivers to run like mad down his spine.

While they kissed, with his right hand, Sasori trailed his fingertips down the tanned body, running over the more than slightly prominent biceps, down over the defined abs, tracing the left side of the V until he reached his destination, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and giving a light squeeze.

"Mm…ah, Danna~!" Deidara threw his head back as a moan slipped past his swollen lips. Giving another squeeze, the redhead began pumping him slowly, watching the younger male's face flush a deep crimson. He smiled mischeviously. "You remember this, Dei?"

"S-Stop – ah – stop talking…please," the blonde begged, another moan escaping as Sasori increased the speed of his pumping, watching as the former's breath left his throat in hitched pants and gasps as he rubbed his thumb harshly against the vein on the underside. He kissed the other's jawline. "Is that a command?"

"Ah…yes, god dammit, yes!" the younger male nearly screamed, burying his head into the pillows as he felt the pumping speed up to an erratic pace, causing any comprehensible thought in his head to explode into a million, confusing pieces. His breath wasn't even anymore, insinuating his mind to become dizzy with every oxygen-less gasp he took.

He opened his eyes to see Sasori moving down his body, lips ghosting over his heated skin until he settled gently in between his legs. Instead of going directly to what the blonde wanted, he placed gentle love bites on his inner thighs, smirking at the annoyed grunt from the younger male. "What's wrong, Dei?"

"S-Stop – hah…" he couldn't finish the sentence as another wave of pleasure sent him into a chorus of moans. The redhead bit the sensitive flesh again. "You have to tell me, Dei, or I won't know."

"D-Dammit you know what I want!" the blonde screamed, thrusting his hips up. He nearly screamed when they were suddenly forced down into the bed, halting their movement. He felt a tongue run from the middle of his inner right thigh down to the hilt of his member and groaned in frustration.

"You have to tell me what you want…" Sasori murmured, kissing back up the inner thigh again.

Deidara huffed, finally losing his patience with his roommate.

"Fucking stop teasing me, dammit!" he screamed, looking straight into the older male's amber eyes, glaring. He watched him smirk before grabbing him by the shaft and poking his tongue out to flick it against the tip.

Even that tiny touch was too powerful a sensation. He moaned hoarsely, entangling his fingers into the red locks, forcing his head to move down lower.

But he wouldn't budge.

Sasori willed himself to go slow. He most certainly wanted to speed up, to hurry up.

He was always impatient.

But a part of him – and a big part at that – wanted to enjoy this. Wanted to remember the taste of Deidara's flesh, the sound of his pleasured moans, the feel of his silky hair in his hands, he wanted to remember everything.

And if that meant going slow and taking his time…then so be it.

He explored the tip of the erect member with his tongue some more, swirling it around the head and then dipping it into the slit to collect the precum already produced. He planted light kisses down the shaft, until he reached the hilt, and then ran his wet appendage back up the underside, pressing thoroughly into the pulsing, throbbing vein the entire tortuous ascent.

"D-Danna!" Deidara moaned, feeling his face turn the color of his roommate's hair as wave after wave of intense lust washed over him in torrential euphoria. The way the older male's tongue skillfully pleasured him, he had no way of knowing his surroundings anymore.

His eyes rolled back as he threw his head into the plush pillows.

God that piercing felt like heaven on his heated flesh. It added a sensation that he'd never felt before.

"D-Danna ~ ah…please!" he managed to say, voice low and hoarse. Giving the head another swirl, he finally gave in to his roommate's wishes.

In one swift motion, he began deep-throating him, swallowing him all the way down to the base and then back up excruciatingly slow, sucking his cheeks in while he trailed his tongue after his mouth. When he got to the top, he watched the blonde's chest heave in an effort to take in air, but with the hitched gasps and pants that were growing in increasing volume and speed, Sasori highly doubted it was working in the latter's favor.

He repeated his actions again, sensing the tanned fingers clutching at his red locks pull at the follicles every so often, signaling to him what he was doing right.

Deidara was lost. Sometime after his brain had stopped functioning and sometime before he had stopped breathing correctly, he finally came to the conclusion that he was lost.

When he opened his eyes, the world was there, but it didn't make sense. When he tried to look up, he was looking down, and vice versa. Giving up, he relied on his other senses for help. He couldn't taste anything besides the hot air around him, throat dry from his heaving, he couldn't hear anything besides his own moans and Sasori's spontaneous growls as he continued to deep-throat him, as well as the sound of a mouth sucking on skin, and he couldn't feel anything besides the tongue and lips around his increasingly hard member.

Before he knew it, his hips began unconsciously thrusting into the hot mouth, going faster and faster and driving him wild. Sasori increased the pace of his own pumping, bobbing his head up and down with the thrusting, and setting a rhythm until it became natural: when he went down, Deidara's hips went up, and as the hips would descend, he would ascend, and the same motion would be repeated.

Letting go of the red locks to grip the silk sheets underneath him, Deidara began feeling that familiar coil in his stomach start to tighten.

When had the room gotten so hot?

When had he stopped caring about what was happening besides what he was feeling?

Not only was he feeling physically…he was feeling emotionally.

He knew he was close to the edge; that was certain.

But he didn't care that it was Sasori causing him to fall.

In fact…he was amazingly relieved and happy that it was Sasori and not someone else.

(Because you love him)

He couldn't deny it any longer.

He loved him.

He loved Sasori.

Was in love with him.

As the realization hit, a fresh set of tears spilled down his cheeks as he grasped onto reality, but with no luck.

He was teetering precariously close to the edge, looking down into an unknown blackness he wasn't sure was inviting or menacing. He was close to slipping, close to shattering into a million tiny fragments of his past self, those fragments becoming whole, forming his new self. As the deep-throating and thrusting continued, his voice was lost in the melodious chorus of his moans and gasps, repeating Sasori's pet name over and over under his breath.

One last push of a wet appendage on his throbbing member shoved him over the edge.

"DANNA!" he screamed, snapping his hips up as he released himself down the older male's throat, the latter's mouth giving a few more measly sucks, milking him for all he was worth. Sasori pulled away, swallowing the bitter-tasting liquid in one gulp.

Deidara lay there, panting heavily, face painted a deep, crimson red. His beautifully sculpted body was highlighted by the full moon, which casted its bluish glow onto the two males, turning the younger one's golden crown into a halo of white, the long locks splayed about all around him, turning him into an angelic figure, his cerulean-turned-indigo orbs gazing at the ceiling like one in awe, cheeks glistening.

Wait…glistening?

He moved up to stare down at him. "Why were you crying again?"

When those beautiful eyes turned to meet his, the older male saw that they were filled with happiness and joy, almost relief as well. The former smiled. "It's because I'm happy. I'm happy I'm here with you."

"Dei…" he kissed him fully on the lips, holding the peck for a few seconds before pulling away, smirking seductively. "Now it's my turn to command. Roll over and bend your knees."

The blonde hesitated, but did as was instructed and rolled over until he was on his stomach and bending his knees until his bare ass stuck up, and he nearly groaned as the cool air hit his exposed skin. He felt slightly vulnerable in that position, face pressed into the pillows, but he knew he could trust Sasori.

Catching the silhouette of his roommate in the corner of his eye, he watched him grip his butt between his hands and pull the cheeks apart, exposing him more. His cheeks, already flushed, flushed more with embarrassment. "D-Danna, that feels weird."

"I know; I'm sorry," Sasori mumbled, staring at the quivering hole. He knew he had to do it, but was definitely worried what the other would think.

Sighing, and praying to the Kami up above, he leaned forward and licked the entrance lightly, hearing the younger male gasp and feeling him tense underneath his mouth.

"D-Danna, w-what are you – AH!" he panted as the redhead drove his wet appendage into the tight hole, flicking it around, feeling the multitude of tight rings of muscle.

Deidara didn't know what to the think. The sensation felt weird and foreign, and not at all comfortable.

Come on…there was a tongue in his ass, for fuck's sake!

Yet on top of all those sensations, he still felt turned on, moaning and mewling every now and then as the tongue would move around inside him, slicking the walls, preparing them for what was surely to come.

In seconds, he was hard again, his member standing at attention.

That was when a lubed, and cold, finger shot itself into him.

Gripping the sheets, his body arched towards the bed as he threw his head back, nearly screaming as the digit began turning inside him, the wet sounds of sucking filling his ears.

"D-Danna that feels weird…and it hurts," he groaned in pain. The tongue had been fine, but with a finger forcing itself to move against muscles that rarely ever did was not at all something pleasurable. "S-Stop."

"I'm preparing you," the redhead explained, twisting his finger in a counter, then clockwise motion, getting him ready for the next one. "I highly doubt you want me to go in unprepared and dry."

"You – mm…ah~!"

"Second one," he murmured, thrusting the next digit in, creating a scissoring motion to stretch the hole. Biting the pillow underneath his head forced the scream that erupted in the blonde's throat to be muffled.

It hurt…it hurt like hell.

He didn't understand how girls could do it; it wasn't fun.

But he didn't want to stop, even if he had said that.

He wanted to continue, to become one with Sasori.

"I'm adding the third one," Sasori cautioned, waiting for the nod of a head. Once he received it, he took a deep breath and added the final finger, twisting them around, hearing the near scream that escaped from the blonde's mouth.

"G-God Danna!" he yelled, grip on the sheets tightening.

"I'm sorry, I know it hurts, but bear with me," he hooked his fingers against the muscles, pushing in deeper and twisting, feeling the walls tighten around his digits as they searched. After what felt like 30 minutes, he extracted his fingers from the prepared hole.

Something about what Sasori did had made his past boyfriends always go crazy. He never hit their sweet spot while preparing them. The redhead found enjoyment in finding it once he was fully embedded inside, fully connected.

And that's what he was going to do with his roommate.

No exceptions.

Once he lubed up his throbbing, erect member, he flipped the blonde back around, grabbed the tanned arms and wrapped them around his neck, leveraging his body. He smiled. "Are you ready?"

"Y…Yes," Deidara breathed out, pecking him on the lips.

Even though he wanted to move, Sasori found himself hesitating.

This was what he wanted…had wanted for a long time.

But was his roommate truly ready?

Ready to explore and discover this new world which faced trepidation and hate anytime it made its presence known to others?

Ready to have to explain it to loved ones and friends?

Ready to accept that his life was forever changed and that there was no going back?

Was he ready to truly fall in love with him?

"What's wrong?" he heard the blonde asked.

"Nothing, it's just…" he turned his head to give a weak smile, "are you sure you're ready? After this…I'm scared you're going to shut down or turn away. You said it yourself that you've been fighting with it for weeks about everything. I don't want you regretting anything we do here."

Deidara shook his head violently. "No…no, I won't regret anything. I promise."

"Are you positive?"

"Yes, I am."

"Alright," he sighed, getting into position, pressing the head of his member to the prepared and wet entrance. "I won't go in slow. It's almost like ripping a band aid; you just have to do it fast."

"Danna?"

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

Their lips connected, mouths instantly opened, and tongues were exchanged. Deidara wove his fingers into Sasori's soft hair, feeling like silk against his fingertips. The redhead trailed his own palms down the male's body, gliding over his thighs until he reached his knees, where he hooked his fingers around them and guided the legs to wrap around his waist.

Still kissing, Sasori took a deep breath, gripping the tanned hips below him.

There was no going back.

After this…there was no way either male could return to what he had known before.

With a quick push and shove, he was embedded in the blonde all the way down to the base.

"MM – AHH!" the younger male parted from the kiss to let a scream rip from his throat.

God, the pain was awful. Because of his roommate's size, he felt the penetration all the way into his hipbones, driving them apart. It felt like he was being split in two, ripping him in half all the way up to his head. He clutched at the back he was holding onto, gasping when he felt Sasori move slightly. "D-Don't move…please. It hurts."

"I won't; I'll give you time," the redhead forced himself to say. The virgin hole was tight around him, the hot rings of muscle pressing onto every surface of his member, chipping away at his self-control to not pound into the blonde ruthlessly, until he was screaming loud enough for everyone in the city to hear him.

He rested himself on his forearms, dropping his head to plant light kisses on Deidara's face to distract him from the pain. After about a minute of waiting, when he felt the male under him squirm, he asked, "Ready?"

"Y-Yes," came the breathless response.

He nodded his head and set his legs, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in quickly, hearing the pained squeak from the blonde. He gave him a few seconds before repeating the process, pulling out and then slamming in, doing that a few more times before he started a rhythm, rocking against the other's hips in a steady motion.

"Ah, Danna~" Deidara moaned, throwing his head back. The pain was still there, but under that, he felt warmth growing, expanding and undulating its way over the pain, growing warmer and warmer until it became hot, washing him with vibrant heat as he felt the throbbing erection slide in and out of him with ease. His body moved in time with the thrusting, his back arching as Sasori pushed in and then touching the bed as he pulled out. He let go of the back he had been holding onto to place his hands above his head on the pillows, tilting his face to bite the sensitive skin of his arm in an effort not to scream.

It had been so long since he had felt this much pleasure, this much ecstasy.

So long since his body had been touched like this.

So long since he'd had this many feelings for one person.

Sasori continued thrusting, angling his hips differently each time, trying to find that spot, the delectable moans and sensual gasps underneath him driving away his concentration. His concentration was already at a minimum; the brat was so tight. So unbelievably tight, yet it was so unbelievably heavenly. The hot walls hugging the pulsing vein on the underside of his member sent his mind reeling and waves of white-hot heat to rush over him, insinuating his thrusting to pick up slightly.

"D-Danna," Deidara mumbled, looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze, "f-faster."

"Not yet," he grumbled, still angling his hips in order to find that spot. The blonde noticed this. "W-What are you doing?"

"Just trust me," Sasori murmured, bracing his knees against the bed and pulling out to angle his hips again. He thrust in, hit something, and then everything changed.

The blonde wasn't moaning anymore, but neither was he screaming. He reached that in-between phase where his noises reached a new octave as his body shuddered and convulsed unconsciously and he threw his head back, eyes rolling as the sound that escaped him chipped off a very big piece of the redhead's control.

But he smiled at the realization of what had just happened.

"D-Danna, w-what was that?" the younger male asked, still shivering. Whatever Sasori had just hit inside him had made his vision grow white and caused a very intense feeling of pleasure to shoot itself through his body, aiding in the shudders and moans he couldn't control.

The older male leaned down and pressed his lips to the other's ear, chuckling. "My, Dei, I think I found your prostate."

Before he could give the other male time to respond, he began thrusting faster, pulling out and then slamming into that spot again, pulling out and then slamming in again, continually hitting that sweet spot over and over until the blonde under him was a moaning, drooling mess, shivering and convulsing each time.

Deidara gasped.

He needed more of…whatever this was.

He needed it so damn bad!

"D-Danna…mm…f-faster…h-harder!" he was able to breath out. Suddenly, the penetration

became excruciatingly slow, and he groaned in protest and frustration. "Go faster…please!"

"Say my name first," Sasori grinned down at him, pulling out slowly, not pushing back in. "Say my name then I'll do what you asked for."

"Sa-Sa…ah~" he tried to say, but his breath was short and when he tried to take in oxygen, his lungs would hitch and not allow it.

He was so goddamn dizzy.

"Sorry, what was that?" he pushed in gently, shallowly, pulling out again. He winked at the pained and annoyed gaze the other was giving him . "Say it louder."

"S-Sa…Sasori," he managed to gasp out.

"Louder."

"Sasori."

"Sorry…I need to hear it louder," the redhead apologized, thrusting back in shallowly. "Scream my name."

If Deidara could shake his head, he would've. But his mind was so hazy, and his body was so hot, he was afraid he was going to combust from the inside, out.

Gazing at the male above him with determination, he hooked his arms around the other's neck, using his own hips to shove his roommate deep inside him, just missing his pleasure spot. He glared at him with desire in his eyes. "Make love to me, you damn Sasori!"

Hearing his name called out like that, with so much want, desire…love, the last little piece of self-control he had flew through the roof of the penthouse, and without warning, he was thrusting hard and fast into the body under him, hitting his prostate each time he would shove back in.

"AH, SASORI~!" the blonde screamed, raking his nails down the pale back he was hanging onto. He unconsciously started thrusting his hips in time with the penetrations, causing the other's member to go deeper, to hit his sweet spot more harshly, almost bruising it.

"D-Dei…" Sasori groaned, burying his face into the blonde's neck, moving faster, going in deeper, and sending them both to the edge.

He knew they were both close.

His hips were moving at too fast an erratic pace to be normal, the sound of skin slapping against skin heard throughout the room. The younger male's own erect member was leaking incredibly fast with precum, the off-white liquid running down the shaft in rivulets. His mind finally blanked out when he heard his name repeated over and over again as he continued moving.

He bent forward, locking their lips together in a passionate kiss.

They were both sweaty, both so totally engrained in the other, so connected, it felt like they were two halves of a whole finally resealed.

Sasori would part every now and then to pull on the blonde's lower lip with his teeth, the latter breathing out a moan onto his mouth. His body was moving on its own now; it had no rhyme or reason, it just moved, in and out, in and out, faster and deeper, harder and shallower, driving Deidara insane. He reached between them, wrapping his skilled fingers around the neglected member to start pumping it in time with his thrusts, causing the younger male to cry in euphoric bliss.

Deidara was close. He clutched onto reality, yet again, not sure if he was still in it or if he had discovered a new world where one would only feel pleasure and lust, no pain. He couldn't see anymore; his vision was too white. He couldn't think or feel anything besides the coil in his stomach tightening, sending him to that edge again.

But what he saw over it wasn't blackness.

It was bright, the light warm and inviting, blazing against his skin in a comfortable hug, enticing him to fall, because it would catch him before he hit the bottom.

He knew that.

Panting, gasping, and moaning, he gazed up at his roommate with adoration in his lust-filled orbs. "Sasori…I l-love you."

The older male blinked.

Had he…had he heard that right?

Deidara loved him?

Actually loved him?!

He brought them into a kiss as he picked up the speed of his pumping and thrusting once more, causing both to tilt over the edge.

Both felt the coils in their stomachs tighten to stillness.

Clasping their hands together, fingers intertwining, they welcomed the warmth below, invited it to bury itself inside them.

The coil twisted once more.

It stilled for a millisecond.

Then shattered.

And they both fell.

In that perfect moment of pure, climatic rapture, Deidara became hyper-aware of everything. His ears could just faintly make out the sound of the wind whistling against the windows, they could hear his low, long scream as he finally released, and they picked up the noise of a shuddering groan close by. His skin felt the soft material of the silk sheets underneath it, felt the calloused hands hold his hips tightly against the body above, and felt hot liquid shoot itself inside him. His nose picked up the musky fragrance of expensive cologne, the smell of sweat, and above that, the strong scent of sex. His tongue tasted hot air, the salt of perspiration as it ran down his face, and the light iron tang of his blood from a roughly bitten bottom lip. And his eyes picked up the one thing that was most important: Sasori's face. As the redhead released deep inside him, his eyes, a normal amber shade, turned almost gold, an inner light reflecting through the irises as he gazed down upon the blonde in a way that someone who was deeply in love would stare. Admiration, enamor, satisfaction, everything; it was all written plainly on his visage and was the most magnificent sight Deidara had ever seen before.

It was art; plain as day.

But not art in its eternal shell.

No…this was the type of art that could only be seen for a few passing milliseconds of time.

It was euphoric, tantalizing, and beautiful.

And he couldn't – and wouldn't – ask for anything else.