When Konan and Pain got back to school, Konan immediately stumbled into the shower, but had to turn the temperature way lower than normal to avoid feeling like her body was burning. After warming up and washing her hair, she wrapped herself up in her winter pyjamas, socks, slippers, and a dressing gown and rolled back into bed. She fell asleep almost at once, and missed dinner. The next morning, she was woken by a gentle knock on her door.

Pain poked his head in. "Hey, I was just seeing if you're coming down for breakfast today."

"Good morning," Konan said. Although, what came out was actually more like ' good bording'. Her nose was completely stuffed up. She gave a huge sniff, to no effect.

"Oh, my god," Pain said, laughing. "You're sick!"

"Do I'b dot," she mumbled, sitting up a little. "I'b fide, I just can't feel by dose."

Pain was leaning on the doorframe, shaking his head. "I'll let Shizune know. She can bring up some medicine."

"It's just a cold!"

"No, that's what killed the dinosaurs."

Konan sniffed again, reaching for the tissue box on her bedside table and blowing her nose loudly. "But, I really wanted to… I wanted to pick up where we left off… od da tree…"

Pain was grinning broadly at her. "Uh huh?"

Konan pouted. "You were going to kiss bee! I was so excited! I can't be sick!"

Pain examined his nails, smiling. "I don't think I was going to kiss a bee, actually. I like them, but not that much. Besides, I already did kiss you."

"Kiss bee bore!"

Pain just shook his head, laughing.

"How can you dot want all dis? Cub here! Cub here to bee!" Konan said, opening her arms, giggling and then immediately coughing roughly.

"You're kind of a vector of infection right now, sweetie. I'll be happy to pick up where we left off once you're better."

"Coward! Don't rud away from bee!" Konan called jokingly, shaking her fist as he left.

"You gotta focus on getting better for the dance showcase!" he called as he closed the door.

"Oh doh! I forgot!" Konan clapped a hand to her forehead, which she noticed was kind of hot and sweaty. "Oh doh… baybe I ab a bit sick…"

Half an hour later, Shizune came up wearing a medical mask to take her temperature, and gave her a Gatorade, Dayquil, and Nyquil. Pain reappeared after breakfast, also wearing a mask, and put a mug of tea and a container of soup on her bedside table before retreating in the face of a coughing fit, holding two pencils up like a crucifix.

Konan drank the tea, took a Dayquil, set herself up with her laptop and Seinfeld , and was about to fall back asleep when her phone vibrated a couple times. She dug it out from under her blankets and saw a message each from Sasori and Deidara.

Sasori: Forgot to say – he said yes! omg omg Super crazy, excited to tell u about it. ;) Staying out, back in 2 ish days, pls water my plants x

Deidara: back in 2 days :)

Konan smiled, rolling her eyes at the characteristic differences in their texts, but relieved that everything was okay. She closed her eyes.

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Sasori and Deidara had caught a bus from the road not far from the lake. The driver hadn't been too impressed when they stepped aboard, completely soaked and covered in mud, but agreed to let them on if they sat on some newspaper. They bussed into town. Sasori stopped in at a pharmacy to get lube, snacks, and the kind of body wash, shampoo and conditioner Deidara liked while Deidara booked them into a hotel and ordered take-out. It was a semi-familiar routine at this point.

Deidara was already in the shower by the time Sasori got back, having picked up the second key from the front desk. Sasori toed off his soaked converse and flipped them over on the shoe tray to drain. He chucked the lube onto the bed and headed into the steam-blurry bathroom. He peeled off his clothes, dropping them onto the muddy pile Deidara had started, and stepped into the shower to join him. He set the bodywash, shampoo, and conditioner down.

Deidara reached out for him. His hands were burning against Sasori's skin. He slowly shifted around so Sasori was under the spray of water. It was lukewarm, but he was so cold, it felt burning hot. Sasori flinched away. Deidara closed his eyes and ran his hands slowly over Sasori's back, warming the skin until it could tolerate the temperature. Slowly they turned it up higher until it was hot. Sasori sighed, tilting his head back under the spray. He pushed his hands through his hair, then reached for Deidara, pulling him in and turning again, so they were both under the water, facing each other, Sasori's hands stroking the back of Deidara's head, his hair, his shoulders, Deidara's hands reaching for Sasori's waist, running up his back, sliding down.

Sasori reached for the body wash and poured some between his hands, lathering it up. He looked up into Deidara's cool blue eyes, then dropped his gaze to the red mark on his cheek where Sasori had hit him. He stretched up to kiss it, his soapy hands going to Deidara's chest, moving across it, pushing him to turn around so Sasori could see his back. He ran his fingers across the scattering of purpling bruises from when he had shoved him to the ground, again and again. His hands slid across them, thumbs digging gently into Deidara's shoulders, massaging, then travelled down, around his sides, pulled him into a back hug as they rotated slowly under the shower.

Sasori kissed across Deidara's shoulders, pressed his face into his skin, felt Deidara's hands come up to hold his arms in place around him, then to lift them up as Deidara turned again to face him, his hands taking Sasori's face gently, thumbs swiping across his cheeks. Deidara lowered his face to kiss Sasori under the spray of the water, softly, kissing and kissing again, gently sucking at his bottom lip, kissing the edge of his mouth, kissing his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, his nose, his chin as Sasori rubbed his back.

Deidara poured some body wash and started to lather up Sasori. He knelt in the shower, looking up at him as his hands ran up and down his thighs. Deidara kissed him right at the top of his thigh, across the soft skin there, rested his face against Sasori's half-hard dick, sighing, before standing, running his hands across Sasori's stomach, chest, shoulders. Sasori poured out some of the shampoo, rubbed it between his hands and kissed Deidara softly again before pushing his shoulders down gently until Deidara turned and sat down on the floor of the shower as Sasori's hands slipped into his hair, lathering the shampoo through it all, bundling it together, and then massaging his scalp, cupping the back of his neck, rubbing out the tension there. Deidara tipped his head back and sighed. He stood up to rinse it out before Sasori did the same with the conditioner before they swapped, Deidara washing Sasori's hair.

They didn't speak. Didn't need to. They met each other's gaze, turning or changing positions or just being close, and they were always touching; Deidara's hand on the Sasori's hip or rubbing his back, Sasori pressing his head against Deidara's chest, Deidara's arm slung around him, stroking his back with a slow thumb. Sasori zoned out, just focusing on the warmth of Deidara under his hands and lips, watching his skin getting its colour back, then turning pink in the heat of the water.

After thirty minutes, they turned off the shower and stepped out together, towelling dry. Deidara put on his robe; Sasori didn't bother. Deidara turned on the TV to something mindless. Sasori asked him what he wanted to eat. A routine they knew. Deidara always wore his robe; Sasori never did. They never watched TV. They wouldn't be eating until after. Deidara got into bed. Sasori moved the lube to the bedside table and joined him.

Normally Sasori would move to Deidara's side, slip under his arm, lean on his chest, roll on top of him, but this time Deidara moved first, closing the distance between them, opening his robe for Sasori to snuggle into, sharing body heat as they waited for the crisp sheets to warm up with them. Deidara's thigh pushed between Sasori's and he slid his arm beneath Sasori's shoulder, wrapping him up in a close embrace, one hand cupping the back of Sasori's head, pressing him into the hollow of his neck, holding him gently and lovingly as a baby. Sasori breathed in slowly, inhaling the scent of the honey body wash, the coconut shampoo, and Deidara. The faintly smoky smell he always seemed to carry, like he was on fire. He kissed his neck softly as Deidara rubbed his back.

Slowly the air between them warmed up with them, and Deidara pulled Sasori across to his chest, nosed across Sasori's face, eyes closed, knowing where to go and finding his mouth at once, opening his mouth for him, breathing him in, starting gently as he always did when he was sorry. Sasori let him in, hands pushing Deidara's wet hair from his face, nodding as Deidara slipped his tongue in, just losing themselves in each other, time spilling like sugar through fingers as they kissed, sighed into each other, hands slow and warm on each others' bodies until Deidara, listening to the pace of Sasori's breathing, raised himself up on his elbow, rolling Sasori onto his back, one arm still wrapped around Sasori's waist, holding him close, and shifted himself on top of him.

Sasori hummed softly as he felt Deidara's dick, hard and pinned between them, Sasori's rubbing against Deidara's hip as he shifted. Deidara kissed Sasori deeply, pressing a hand to his cheek, stroking. They were always soft with each other after a big one. Sasori's arms slipped up around Deidara's shoulders, pulled him in and held him close, hand tangling in his hair, rubbing the back of his head. Deidara's kisses slipped sideways across Sasori's cheek, travelled under his jaw, down his neck as he dipped lower, beneath the blankets. Sasori shivered as Deidara's wet hair left cool trails down his chest as he slid out of sight, Sasori feeling his weight shift down the mattress as Deidara's hands reached low, rubbing over Sasori's thighs before his hot mouth enveloped the head of Sasori's cock, sliding down.

Sasori gasped, groaning, reaching down below the blankets to bury his hands in Deidara's hair, stroking his head softly as Deidara lowered his mouth all the way down, tongue licking upwards and around slowly, before sliding back up, a hand coming up to hold the base, pumping up and down loosely as his mouth returned to the top, sucking softly, tongue circling as his head bobbed up and down.

Sasori sighed and gasped as Deidara alternated the hand and mouth combination with moving his hands to working into Sasori's thighs, pushing them up, spreading him out, and burying his face entirely in him, the head of Sasori's dick hitting the back of Deidara's throat, Deidara making those muffled huffs and tiny groans Sasori knew so fucking well, knowing exactly what he was thinking, exactly what he was feeling, knowing what he was going to do before he did and loving it.

Sasori tipped his head back and moaned as Deidara just rested right up against him, nose buried in his skin, tongue sliding up and down Sasori's dick, entirely swallowed by him, hands massaging his thighs then slipping up to work at his nipples softly. Deidara raised his head, lips popping off, bending down again to kiss up the shaft, sighing into him.

Sasori whimpered, pulling at Deidara and he came obediently, crawling up the bed, knees either side of Sasori until they were pressing either side of Sasori's head, propped against the pillows, pinning him against the headboard, and Sasori opened his mouth for Deidara's cock, which slid right in as Sasori's eyes fluttered closed, moaning at the taste, at the hand Deidara buried in his hair, at the feel of Deidara's ass and the hair on his thighs as his hands ran across them. Deidara thrust into his mouth slowly, groaning and sighing as Sasori did exactly what he knew he liked, moving his tongue and grazing the shaft with his teeth.

Deidara pulled all the way out, holding the head against Sasori's lips. He looked up, already knowing Deidara was looking down at him. Their gaze held as Sasori licked his lips, rubbed them across the head of Deidara's dick, circled it with his tongue. Deidara's hand came down, gripped the base of his cock and smacked Sasori's cheeks with it gently, how he knew he liked, dragging the head across Sasori's mouth as he whined, opened up, begging for it, then thrust back in, Sasori groaning, eyes rolling back as Deidara's cock filled his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, his nose buried in Deidara's trimmed pubes, breathing him in, clutching his ass, pushing him in further, forcing him to stay. Just stay.

He panted against him as Deidara swore, hand tightening in Sasori's hair.

"Fuck…. Fuck…."

Deidara exhaled hard, pulled out and immediately dropped, tipped Sasori's wet mouth up, kissing, licking into him, forcing his tongue in, holding his head tight while his other hand lowered beneath the sheets and grabbed Sasori's dick. He hummed into Sasori's mouth appreciatively as Sasori gasped, his hips bucking as Deidara tightened his grip, wrist loose and relaxed as he pulled up, stroking him at just the right pace. Sasori turned his head, breath hot against Deidara's cheek.

"Me?"

Deidara shook his head, biting gently at Sasori's neck. "No, I want to."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Sasori grinned. "Okay."

He rolled Deidara over until he was under him, hair splayed against the pillows, cheeks flushed, looking up at him, grinning as Sasori reached across to the bedside table, opening the bottle of lube, squeezing a good amount onto his hand, capping it and tossing it onto the bed. He shifted Deidara's right thigh up onto his shoulder, kissing across his belly, following his happy trail down, reaching his hand up and circling his asshole with a lubed finger, taking Deidara's cock into his mouth when he gasped and twitched.

Deidara's hand found Sasori's hair again, and Sasori closed his eyes, mouth stretched around his length, humming in response to Deidara's gasp as Sasori slid his finger in, then a second one. Deidara moaned, bucking his hips, dick hitting the back of Sasori's throat and Sasori moaned in response, stroking himself with one hand as the fingers of his other hand pumped in and out of Deidara, stretching him slowly, adding a third as he relaxed. Deidara moaned low, then whined, and Sasori laughed, as he always did, around Deidara's cock, and Deidara softly told him to go fuck himself, as he always did.

When Deidara was ready, Sasori raised his head up, lips popping off and yanked him down the bed, how he knew he loved it. Sasori lubed himself up, and Deidara raised both his legs up to Sasori's shoulders, gazing up at him, cheeks pink, mouth open, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded, dazed, and Sasori leaned down, positioning his cock with one hand, pushing in. He pressed his forehead into Deidara's hard as he entered him slowly, hissing as Deidara gasped, staring into each other's eyes, breathing into each other's mouths.

"Come on," Deidara murmured, biting at Sasori's lower lip.

Sasori grinned, and started moving, thrusting smoothly, capturing Deidara's mouth, sliding their tongues together, the sting of his weight resting on his hands keeping him grounded against the slick, unbelievable tightness, the heat of Deidara's body, being so completely wrapped up in him. He pressed in, his hips landing flush against Deidara's ass and Deidara moaned, grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him closer, his other hand wrapped tight around his own dick, stroking in time with Sasori's thrusts as he began to pick up the pace, grinning as he watched Deidara's head tip back, his mouth open, his eyelashes fluttering, listened to the sounds he made.

Sasori raised himself up on a knee and pulled Deidara further down the bed, forcing his knees further back either side of his head and Deidara gasped, moaning louder. Sasori folded low, kissing and licking at Deidara's nipple, his hips snapping forward rhythmically. Deidara's nails found Sasori's thighs, scratching down as he arched upward.

"Kiss me, kiss me," Deidara panted, pulling him up and Sasori obeyed, leaning up and falling into Deidara, their mouths crashing together, Deidara opening his mouth for Sasori's tongue, breathing hard into him as Sasori's hips thrust faster, each one punctuated by a gasp from Deidara.

Sasori felt the familiar coiling in his lower belly and groaned, pulling back, gazing down at Deidara, whose eyes were tight shut.

"Look at me," Sasori breathed.

Deidara opened his eyes right away, finding Sasori's and gazing hard at him, his mouth open, lips swollen and red.

"Fuck," Sasori hissed, grabbing the back of his head, pressing their foreheads together, fucking into him faster. His other hand replaced Deidara's, stroking his cock fast and tight. Deidara groaned loudly, back arching, body twisting, his legs locking behind Sasori's shoulders.

"I wanna be yours," Deidara breathed, panting into his mouth, his hands running over Sasori's waist, up to his shoulders.

Sasori growled, dipping low and kissing him hard.

"You are mine, forever," he whispered, and Deidara tipped his head back, moaning as Sasori thrust in hard , pace slowing as his hips snapped into Deidara's ass, deeper than ever, clapping together again and again and again.

" I'm gonna come," he hissed and Deidara nodded against him, panting in his ear, hand covering Sasori's over his cock, pacing with him.

Sasori gasped, body jerking as he came, twitching and falling into Deidara's shoulder, sucking desperately at his neck as Deidara came hard, too, ropes of cum spurting across his own chest as he whimpered, eyes rolling back. Sasori lowered himself as Deidara's shaking legs slid off his shoulders, but stayed inside him as he bent over Deidara's chest, licking up his cum. Deidara laughed weakly, shoving at him.

"Don't do that…"

Sasori ignored him, licking up the last of it and swallowing as he pulled out gently, Deidara groaning as Sasori's cum spilled out of him. He looked up. Deidara lay beneath him, breathing hard, his body pink, sweaty, eyes blown out, lips swollen. Fucking pornographic. Sasori shook his head, panting and smiling, brain just barely starting to work again.

"I love you."

Deidara smiled back, beckoning him back in. Sasori raised himself up and fell into his boyfriend's arms. They pulled the blanket up, rolling together, legs intertwined, arms wrapping up in each other, both breathing hard, sweaty, feeling their heartbeats against each other, Sasori's head buried in Deidara's neck, his hands in his soft hair.

"I love you, too," Deidara whispered. "I love you so fucking much."