Explosions of Emotion

Not much longer than a week since the meeting, Sasori and Deidara were assigned on their first mission together.



“This is going to be awesome, Sasori-danna!” Deidara grinned.



Sasori shook his head as he finished polishing his puppet, Hiruko. “You make it sound like we’re going to a party or something.”



“Well, Sasori-danna, it is my first official mission, un.”



Sasori looked up at Deidara, frowning. How could someone that young and carefree be in a group like Akatsuki? It was tempting to ask, but Sasori decided against it. Afterall, it really was none of his business.



A few hours later, Sasori and Deidara were traveling to a small, remote village outside of the village hidden in the Rain. Akatsuki not only had their own goals, but provided their talents as a service to those who wished for assassins, body guards, or any other aid. It was but one of the ways that they’d gotten paid.



The mission details were simple. Once they arrived at the smaller village, they would abandon their Akatsuki guise there, and then head into the larger one, where they’d been assigned by their contractor to assassinate a foreign leader who was involved in some sort of blackmail. They really didn’t know those details, though.



“Why do you walk around in that puppet, Sasori-danna?” asked Deidara as they walked along the main road to the village. By then they had stopped and changed into their civilian clothes, and were already on their way to their destination. Fortunately, they had left early, so they had plenty of time to stop and eat, not to mention take a short nap.



“Because it’s a little difficult to be a fierce member of the Akatsuki when you look like a twelve year old, perhaps,” Sasori suggested.



“Oh, right, un.”



“Deidara,” sighed Sasori. “Why did you join Akatsuki anyway? Like, why did you really?”



Deidara looked away for a moment, then looked back at Sasori with eyes serious enough to rival Sasori’s own.



“Because I’m alone. I’m a rogue ninja, with no family, no real purpose for existing. I might as well be somewhere where I’m need, right, un?”



Sasori looked at Deidara with genuine shock. It was odd to hear such deep words coming from the kids mouth, and the serious expression was just odd on the face that was normally wearing a light smirk.



“I,” began Sasori slowly. “I had no idea.”



“What about you, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori looked at Deidara curiously. “What about me?”



“Why did you join?



Sasori shrugged. “Same reasons as you did, essentially.”



“Maybe all of us formed a group because we needed homes,” Deidara looked at one of the living birds that was fluttering around a tree, obviously home to its nest. “You know, just so we wouldn’t be alone, un.”



Sasori’s insides pinched and squirmed uncomfortably. Deidara just had to hit the nail on the head, didn’t he?



“That’s why you’re here, right, un?”



Sasori laughed. “Not to mention I’m a rogue ninja myself. I’d be killed if I went back to my old village.”



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At the time that Sasori and Deidara arrived at the main village, the sky had already darkened to dusk and stars were becoming visible.



“Good thing we left a few days early, un,” said Deidara, a smile on his face.



Sasori shook his head. “I can’t stand being late, or people being late. Just so you know for future reference, I hate to be kept waiting.”



Deidara suddenly stopped, which Sasori noticed a few seconds later when he turned around.



“What is it now, Deidara,” he sighed.



Deidara kept a shocked look on his face, but a smirk was clearly visible in his eyes.



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara shook his head. “That could be taken so wrongly, un.”



Deidara quickly walked past Sasori, who wasn’t quite sure he understood. Deidara’s words clicked a second later and Sasori flushed.



“Your perverted comments are getting tiresome, Deidara,” Sasori growled. “Why do you just go put those mouths on your hands to a good use so you can get those thoughts out of your head?”



Deidara turned to face Sasori and put his hands on his hips, and tutted with his tongue.



“Now who’s thinking dirty, Sasori-danna?”



“I don’t have time to think that like,” Sasori scoffed as he pushed past Deidara.



Deidara chuckled and gently, but quickly, put his palm on Sasori’s neck, the tongue from the mouth running over the surprisingly soft skin. He could hear Sasori draw in breath from his teeth. Deidara had learned enough that it was a good sign, because in a few seconds Sasori would start ranting and turn pink, which he did, although his rant was lost on Deidara’s ears.



“You’re too chicken to do anything anyway,” Sasori concluded with a smirk, his arms crossed.



Deidara frowned. “What do you want to bet on that, un? I’ll do anything you can think of. I’m not chicken, un.”



Sasori shook his head and chuckled devilishly. “Right. Well, let’s at least check into an inn or something. Oh, I’ll bet dinner on that by the way.”



“You’re on, un!”



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It was relatively easy for Sasori and Deidara to find an inn to stay at for the night. The hostess asked about their business, of course, and they told her that they were brothers just passing through, on their way to visit their sister on her birthday.



“Are you sure you two are brothers?” she asked curiously. “You two look nothing alike.”



Sasori frowned. “Technically I’m an orphan.”



The woman was silent after that as she handed them their room key and only spoke to tell them the direction of their rooms.



“Nice excuse, Sasori-danna,” Deidara said proudly as they walked to their room on the second floor of the inn.



“Who said I was lying?” Sasori mumbled, almost sadly, as he unlocked the door to their room and he and Deidara went inside.



Deidara pretended not to hear and collapsed on the bed immediately.



“Ah, Sasori-danna, it’s been so long since I’ve slept in a bed this nice, un,” Deidara sighed happily as he rolled over onto his stomach and buried his head into the pillow, still looking at Sasori.



“It isn’t like you sleep on the floor every night,” replied Sasori with a shake of his head as he sat down on the bed next to Deidara. “Although, I must admit this is a very comfortable bed.”



Deidara mumbled under his breath, “So there is more than one way to use the phrase ‘more cushion for the pushin’, isn’t there, un?”



Sasori rolled over onto his side. “You idiot, that isn’t why they make the beds comfortable.”



Deidara let his arms snake around Sasori’s waist, pulling him closer. “Are you sure, Sasori-danna?”



“Pretty damn sure, brat.”



“Don’t tell me you’re going to be the one to chicken out now,” Deidara whimpered as he leaned in towards Sasori’s neck and let the bare tip of his tongue trail from the sensitive flesh where Sasori’s ear connected to that place above the jaw bone, as far down as the clothes would allow. It gave Deidara immense satisfaction as he felt Sasori involuntarily shiver from what could be nothing but pleasure.



“I do believe, Sasori-danna,” whispered Deidara as he let his thin hands trail up Sasori’s chest. “That I said I wasn’t chicken for anything, un.”



“Fine, you win,” Sasori gasped as he felt Deidara’s hands stop shortly above his navel, or that region, anyway, and move back down.



“But Sasori-danna, I’ve finally gotten a reaction out of you, un.” Deidara, however, unwillingly stopped his hands from wandering any further as he gave in to simply wrapping his arms around Sasori’s waist and resting his chin on that tender spot of Sasori’s where the neck connects with the shoulder.



He definitely likes me for sure, un, Deidara thought victoriously, while Sasori was thinking something totally opposite.



Oh, shit, I’m screwed. Sasori felt himself sink into Deidara’s body, warmer and softer than his own, almost instinctively. And if I’m not careful, literally.



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It was the next morning that Deidara had reminded Sasori that he’d lost their little wager.

You cheated, you little hornball,” Sasori scowled as he handed over the money for breakfast, since that was the closest meal.



“Forgive me, Sasori-danna,” Deidara said before taking a bit of a dumpling. “But wasn’t the whole point for me to be a hornball, un? You didn’t think I would do anything, afterall, so I had to prove you wrong. I never expected you to enjoy it so much, though, un.”



Sasori blushed. Why was he doing so much blushing? At least they were eating in the privacy of their own room instead of in public.



Sasori was definitely in a tight spot. How could Deidara tell how much he’d enjoyed their little game? He thought back through the night as much as he could, although Sasori had to admit, there were some points that he could have sworn he’d blacked out from sheer ecstasy. Ah, Sasori remembered. It was that damn sigh.



Instead of fighting, Sasori simply shook his head.



“You have no idea what you do to me, you brat,” Sasori looked at Deidara, his brown eyes warmer than they’d been in years.



Deidara raised his eyebrows, although only one was visible, of course, because of his hair.



“Sasori-danna-”



“No, let me finish.” Sasori held up his hand to silence Deidara. “You, my annoying partner, have gotten more, I don’t know what to call it, a reaction maybe? Yes, you’ve gotten more of a reaction out of me, in general, than anyone has in about two decades.”



Deidara’s blue eyes got even rounder than they’d already become.



“Are you really that old, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori felt a twinge of annoyance.



“You really must be an idiot,” he sighed, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Here I am, confessing my inner thoughts, or at least some of them, and you are contemplating my age.”



“That’s not exactly it, Sasori-danna,” Deidara said seriously, leaning his head on Sasori’s shoulder. “I was just thinking that you hadn’t realized how I felt about you, is all.”



Sasori raised his eyebrow. So, it wasn’t just mindless flirting. That sneaky little brat. Now I see why he’s working with us, he’s a totally scheming deviant in more areas than one!



“So, does this mean that we’re a couple now, un?” Deidara looked up at Sasori.



Sasori wanted to push him away, and shout “of course not”, but he couldn’t. Instead he simply sighed and hung his head.



“If you insist.”



Deidara beamed, throwing his arms around Sasori.



“Ah, Sasori-danna, you have no idea how happy I am now!”



Sasori flinched as Deidara pinned him to the bed that they were sitting on.



“No, Deidara, I think I do.”



Deidara smirked even more devilishly than before.



“You know, Sasori-danna,” he said with a cheeky grin. “We haven’t even kissed.”



Sasori could have sworn his face had paled, but there wasn’t any time to do anything. Deidara leaned a little closer and Sasori instinctively put his hands on Deidara’s shoulders, although not sure if it was to push him away, or get a better grip so he could pull him closer.



Sasori closed his eyes, completely unsure of what to do, and hoped that it didn’t show, as Deidara let his lips brush against Sasori’s, then linger for a moment.



It was the most unusual feeling that Sasori had ever experienced in his entire life, and with a half-puppet body, that definitely said a lot.



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Author's Note: Ah, thank you everyone for being so patient with me! College is catching up. Die college, die! Not really, I enjoy it. It's just VERY time consuming and I would much rather write fanfiction. xD Anyways, enjoy!