Genre: Romance
Rating: Probably M
Theme: Christmas but I'm happy with anything. Another suggestion could be one of them is injured and the other finds him and cares for him.
Universe: Narutoverse

Deidara could mask his emotions easily when he tried. Just throw on a smug grin, act like you don't give a fuck, and blow shit up. It was easy to cover up the pain of a long battle, even when he had been stabbed through his thigh, or a sword grazed his arm. It wasn't easy to hide it from Sasori though.

"I told you I'm fine, Danna, un," Deidara groused down at the large hunk of wood that Sasori called a puppet.

"There is a trail of blood behind you, you idiot," Hiruko's voice snapped and a second later, Sasori was stepping out of the puppet with a look of irritation on his face. Deidara's uncovered eye narrowed when Sasori dug through the puppet and grabbed a small bag before he took Deidara by his injured arm and nearly flung him into a tree.

"Hey, watch it, bastard!" Deidara was in the middle of making an obscene gesture when Sasori made him sit down against the trunk while he kneeled down next to him and he took out a roll of bandages, not muttering a word to the blonde before Deidara huffed impatiently.

"Take off your cloak," Sasori ordered with a crisp tone, which meant he wasn't entirely mad. Deidara eyed him and shucked off the material before Sasori tore it off. Sasori grabbed Deidara's canteen and poured some water over the bloodied opening and Deidara didn't even see the syringe until it was jabbed right near the gash, making him jump lightly. "If you were watching what you were doing, this wouldn't even be happening, brat," Sasori muttered as he pushed the plunger down. It was probably some antibiotics, Deidara thought, because it sure as hell wasn't numbing the pain.

Deidara rolled his eyes and held back a grimace as Sasori got a surgical needle and medical thread to stitch him back up. He smirked when he was being poked at, his nerves screaming but he easily masked it. "But then I wouldn't have you on your knees for me, Danna, un."

Sasori didn't stop his stitching as he gazed up at the blonde with a dark look but he pulled hard on the thread instead. Deidara wasn't able to stop his flinch. "All done," Sasori assessed as he tied up the string, then poured more water over it before wrapping bandages around his arm, tying it off with a little bow.

"Finally, un," Deidara muttered as he tried to stand but Sasori stopped him with chakra threads. The blonde looked up at him in outrage but Sasori simply smirked as he looked down at the gash in the blonde's thigh before raising a brow in suggestion.

"Take off your pants."