Hello, everyone! A new favorite this time! WOO! Seriously, I can't even describe how amazing you all have been. Thank you for your ongoing support. It is with a sad heart that I tell you that the chapter after this will be the last one of Habits. So, I present to you Chapter 31. And as always, Rate and Review, please! :3

Four Weeks Later…

It was four weeks later that Deidara was released from the hospital. He had only stayed for so long to receive psychological treatment for his renewed diagnosis of depression and mild anxiety, as well as alcoholism.

Relapsing wasn't something he had planned on doing.

It had just happened.

Upon leaving, the blonde was prescribed a higher dosage of Disulfiram, which he only had to take when he needed to, and a new medication to counteract both the anxiety and depression, Prozac, which he had to take every day, as well as continue treatment for the next two months.

And as far as his wrists were concerned, there were permanent scars, but nothing more.

He had told his parents about his relationship with Sasori, which was met with confusion, acceptance, and slight discomfort from his father, which he had been expecting.

But he was happy that it was out in the open now.

He didn't have to hide anymore.

When he walked outside, it was past dusk, the moon beginning its ascent into the sky. The stars which he wished he could see were invisible against the backdrop of the city's lights. Pedestrians walked the sidewalks as the January chill forced them to pop their collars more and pull their scarves a little tighter, while normal, evening traffic thrummed above the wet streets, car horns and bright flashes from pissed off drivers adding to the symphony.

And there, standing right in front of him, was Sasori. He was decked out in his normal winter attire, fur-lined coat and beige scarf surrounding him. Wisps of his blood red hair caught in the wind, billowing around his angelic face, amber orbs tinted darker because of the night azure, and face completely devoid of facial piercings. Behind him was a stalled taxi cab, the back door opened wide. When the older male caught sight of him, a wide smile spread across his face. "Ready to go home?"

Deidara didn't think twice about sprinting forward into the other male's arms, locking their lips together in a passionate kiss. He didn't care who saw or what they thought, though a few whistles from a few did pique his interest. He was the first to pull away, smiling as his breath came out in white puffs. "I'm ready, un."

With that, Sasori led them into the cab, where he gave the driver the address to the penthouse and the yellow vehicle slowly merged itself back into the chaos. With their hands held and fingers intertwined together, the younger male allowed himself to rest against the other's shoulder, closing his eyes and letting the world around him drift away.

He hadn't felt this calm in months.

A sudden prod in his arm had him opening his eyes to find Sasori staring at him. "What is it, un?"

"We're here."

"We made it back already, un?" he gazed out the window, thoroughly surprised to see the entrance to the penthouse only a few steps away.

He must've fallen asleep…

Sasori went to pay the driver when the man politely declined. "This one's on me, gentlemen."

"Sir, please take this," the redhead remarked, trying to give him the cash again, but was still met with a shaking head. "You fellas look like you haven't seen each other in a while. Consider this a 'Welcome Home' gift."

"Thank you, un," Deidara smiled, reaching into his wallet and extracting a $100 bill, holding it out to the man. "So consider this our 'Thank you' gift in return."

The man looked about ready to decline again, but seeing as it was a losing battle, he took the bill and politely tipped his hat. He watched with amused eyes as the two males exited the cab and made their way up to the penthouse.

If one were to have rung the bell that night, no one would have answered. In curiosity, said person would try the door, only to find that it had been left unlocked. Walking inside, they would notice that all the lights were completely off, despite the obvious signs that people were in there. Continuing on in, their eyes would land on the trail of forgotten clothes that led the way up the stairs. Following said trail, the person would stop in front of the first door closest to the steps, and if they were quiet enough…

…They would be able to hear the quiet gasps and moans coming from within.

Deidara threw his head back, his neck and hair falling down the side of the bed, eyes capturing the upside down view of the buildings ahead. He screwed his eyes shut tightly, nails digging into the forearms he was holding onto as another wave of pleasure made him exhale a moan. At the sound of the arousing noise, the man above him began thrusting faster, slamming his hips against the others. He expelled a grunt of his own as the hot walls around his member suddenly constricted. "God, you're so tight, Dei~"

"J-Just…AH!" the blonde's feet dug into the sheets and his back arched off the bed as the redhead unexpectedly rammed himself into that sweet spot deep inside him. The white-hot pleasure sent chills up his spine and caused him to quake all over, goosebumps rising on his skin. "T-There…right there…again…PLEASE!"

"With pleasure," Sasori smirked as he bent down and latched his mouth against the tanned neck under him, sucking on the skin between his teeth as he obliged to the other's wishes. He went faster, slamming into the blonde's pleasure spot over and over again, feeling the vibrations of his moans and gasps against his lips.

It was only a few minutes later that both felt the knots in their stomachs grow to an unbearable size. Reaching between them to start pumping the blonde's member, Sasori pulled the latter up into a sitting position on his lap, attacking his lips with his own.

"Ride me, Dei~" he whispered through panted breathes. Deidara nodded, beginning to move up and down, impaling himself with the hot erection repeatedly as he was driven towards the edge. He wrapped his arms around the older male's neck, passionately kissing him as he felt the coil in his abdomen tighten and then still completely.

And then it shattered.

He threw his head back as a near scream ripped through his throat as he released onto their stomachs, only getting a few more thrusts down before Sasori shuddered against him and filled him with his own seed. They rode out their climaxes in satisfied silence, staring into each other's eyes.

It was Sasori that spoke first. He took a deep breath and rested his forehead against the other's tanned chest. "You can't imagine how amazing it feels to have you in my arms again."

"If you feel that way, imagine how I must be right now, un," Deidara murmured. He moved the other head until he was cupping the redhead's face in his hands, staring into his amber orbs, smiling. "Four weeks of not being able to see you was pure torture."

A faint smile played on Sasori's lips as he reached with his clean hand to gently grab one of the blonde's own, turning his head to plant a tender kiss on the scar decorating the wrist. Deidara scrunched his face in disgust at the sight. He averted his gaze as another kiss was placed there. "Stop kissing them, un. They're ugly."

"No they're not, Dei."

"They are a disgusting reminder of what I did to myself and what could have happened, un," he retorted, eyes still on the carpeted floor. "I hate them so much because I know they'll never go away completely."

"Deidara…" Sasori waited until the younger male looked back at him before continuing. "I'm not saying they're ugly, but I'm not saying they're beautiful, either. You were right; these are a reminder of what could have happened. But at the same time, they are a reminder of what didn't happen. You didn't die, despite your attempt. And I believe there's a reason for that. There is a reason you're still here in this world, wrapped in my arms."

The blonde quirked a bemused eyebrow. "Weren't you the one that told me you didn't believe in fate, un? That everything that happens is just by pure coincidence?"

The redhead shook his head, smirking. "I guess I did used to think like that. But that changed when I found out you were okay. Something kept you alive and whatever that was…I will be eternally grateful."

"Why, un?"

"Because whatever that was gave me a second chance to be with you," he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Deidara's. "And I am not about to give that up."

"Sasori-"

"I love you, Deidara."

A few tears slipped down the younger male's cheeks, but he smiled nonetheless. "I love you, too, Sasori, un."

The next kiss lasted for what felt like forever. Neither pulled away because neither wanted to pull away. But eventually, it was Deidara who did. His mouth hinted at a smile. "Any chance we could take a shower before going to bed, un?"

"Depends," Sasori murmured, lips finding the soft spot understand the blonde's left ear, "are we talking separately or together?"

"Well couples normally shower together, un," the younger male replied, getting a slightly shocked expression from the other. He leaned over to whisper into the older male's ear, "So just know I like my showers hot."

With that, he abruptly stood up and darted for the bathroom, laughing maniacally as the redhead chased him inside.

It wasn't until after another round of passionate love making surrounded by steam that they finally cleaned up and went to bed.