Explosions of Emotion

Later that night their mission was carried out quickly and without suspicion. Deidara, posing as a girl, of course, dressed as a maid, brought the foreign man his meal, poisoned earlier that day with one of Sasori’s custom toxins. To avoid even further suspicion, the poison wouldn’t take effect, fully, until twenty days, which by then would be long after they’d left the village and their victim was home.

“I will never wear a dress again, un,” grumbled Deidara as he and Sasori crept back into their room at the inn. “They’re so uncomfortable, especially when you can’t even where a decent pair of pants under them.”

Sasori shook his head as Deidara quickly undressed once their door was locked. It would be pointless to try not to look, so why even bother? Sasori wondered as he watched Deidara pull the awful dress over his head, the tight muscles on his stomach and chest visible under his pale skin, even in the dim light. He wondered what it must feel like, having muscles like that. Sasori thought about the way his own body looked; plain, boring, not even feeling like a normal body.

“Sasori-danna.”

Sasori looked up at Deidara who, save a pair of loose shorts, was completely naked.

“You know, un, for someone with a reputation as cold as yours, you certainly are looking at me a lot.”

Sasori frowned, and with an annoyed ‘tut’, tossed his shirt aside and crawled under the sheets of the bed. He was joined shortly by Deidara, who, taking a hint, stayed on his side of the bed.

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As they traveled back towards the smaller village where they would pick up their belongings, Sasori did a lot of thinking. Were he and Deidara actually a couple? Or was everything he’d said a few nights previously just because he’d been caught up in the heat of the moment? There really wasn’t even any point to even have good friendships, especially if your partner could be there one moment and dead the next.

“Ah, Sasori-danna, it feels so good to have completed a mission, un,” sighed Deidara, as he stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm” was Sasori’s only reply to anything Deidara had said most of that day, so when that was all that Deidara heard from his partner, he wasn’t surprised in the least.

“It’s going to rain soon, un.”

Sasori looked up at the sky and frowned at Deidara.

“Deidara, it has to be the clearest day I’ve seen in a while,” Sasori said plainly. “There’s no way it will rain.”

Deidara smirked and closed his eyes.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, Sasori-danna. Whenever it’s going to storm, my clay gets this weird feeling that it has now.”

Sasori looked back up at the sky. It was completely void of clouds; a perfect clear blue.

Of course, as irony would have it, as the hour went on, the flawless blue turned to a smoky gray and the sky became filled with clouds.

Deidara looked at Sasori with a gleam of triumph in his smirk. “I told you, un.”

Sasori flinched and pulled his Akatsuki cloak closer around him. Deidara laughed and poked Sasori’s shoulder.

“What is the matter, Sasori-danna? Afraid of a little water, un? Don’t like to get wet or something?”

“As a matter of fact,” Sasori said with a glare. “I really don’t.”

Deidara grinned. “Any particular reason why, un?”

Sasori unbuttoned some of his jacket and pointed to his bare, artificial chest. “Um, I have no idea, perhaps the fact that certain parts of my body are not water-proof?”

“Should I not have used my tongue so much the other night, then, un?”

Sasori’s eye twitched. “That’s not enough to damage me! But this lovely downpour is going to be bad for my mechanics.”

“Perhaps we should find a place to stop then, un?”

“On a deserted road?” Sasori scoffed. “You’re insane.”

Deidara tutted his tongue, and, grabbing Sasori by the wrist, pulled him off the main road and near a thick grove of trees. Deidara then took off his cloak, and set it on the ground under the tree with the thickest branches.

“What are you doing?” yelled Sasori.

“We’re going to stop here, un, and you’re going to sit under this tree,” Deidara dusted the moist dirt off his hands, the mouths of his hands frowning. “I will not have my danna getting wet.”

Sasori rolled his eyes as Deidara scooped him up and sat him down on the cloak that had been made into a blanket. It was so hard for him not to look into Deidara’s eyes. Stop thinking about him, you idiot!

Just as Sasori was secure under the tree, the clouds roared with thunder and rain came pouring down. Deidara, unfortunately, was not as lucky, and was only two feet away from the shelter. He still got drenched, of course.

“S-Sasori-danna,” Deidara sputtered, his blond hair no longer sticking up like usual, but flat and in his face, water dripped off it’s tips.

Sasori looked at his own cloak around his body. “Don’t even think about it.” Then Sasori added with a smirk. “Un.”

Deidara stared at Sasori dumbly. Did Sasori-danna just use my word, un? He shook his head. “Danna, that’s my word!”

“You don’t own it.”

Deidara frowned and took a step towards Sasori.

“Nope, don’t think about that either,” Sasori held his hand up. “I’ll get wet.”

“S-Sasori-danna, I’m cold!” Deidara shivered, his arms across his chest.

“I can see that.”

“Well let me sit down then, un!”

Sasori shook his head. Ah, sweet revenge.

“P-please, Sasori-danna, this is embarrassing, un!”

Deidara pouted as much as he could while his teeth chattered, trying not to focus on any of the noticeably physical results of the lack of temperature.

“Hm,” Sasori leaned his back against the tree and put his hands behind is head with an air of authority. “I don’t see why, I mean, it’s just me. I hoped you’d be more comfortable with me, especially after the other night, but I suppose not.”

“Because I’m standing in the pouring rain with an extra limb, that’s why, un! Please, Sasori-danna, it is my cloak you’re sitting on anyway, un.”

Sasori shook his head and beckoned for Deidara to come under the tree.

“You do realize,” said Sasori as Deidara eagerly sat down. “That I wasn’t doing anything to prevent you from just waltzing under here.”

Deidara’s face paled, then flushed from embarrassment. He then sighed and with a chuckle said, “Sasori-danna, that’s a very mean trick to play.”

“No.” Sasori placed his hand on Deidara’s stomach and let his fingers trail down to the rim of Deidara’s pants, tucking the tips just under the top just enough so he could feel the heat radiating off of Deidara’s skin. He pulled his hand away however, leaving Deidara more eager than he was to begin with. “That was a mean trick to play.”

Deidara swallowed audibly, his teeth still chattering.

“Sasori-danna, do you think we could maybe sit under your cloak together, un? I really am quite cold.”

Sasori looked at Deidara, who had a completely sincere look on his face. If there was one thing that Sasori had learned about his new partner, it was that there was a time when he could tough it out, and times when he seriously was asking for help. This was one of those latter times.

Sasori sighed. “Fine, but you have to take your shirt off so I don’t get soaked.”

Quickly, Deidara pulled off his shirt, completely oblivious to Sasori watching the muscles under his tight skin flex and pull, looking away once Deidara looked back up expectantly.

Sasori shook his head and took off the cloak, deciding to just let Deidara sort the arrangement out. To be perfectly honest, though, he was too numb mentally to do anything that involved more thinking that breathing. He’d seen Deidara shirtless before, that wasn’t such a big deal, but this was a totally different shirtless. Not only was his nearly flawless skin practically glowing, but everything else was noticeable. Deidara’s nipples were perked from the cold, and for the first time, Sasori noticed a wound on Deidara’s chest, just barely above his left nipple.

“What did you get that from?” Sasori asked, letting his fingers trail over Deidara’s left nipple and onto the bandages above it. Not only was it bandaged, but there was also a large amount of stitches.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” said Deidara quickly, wrapping his half of the cloak around his shoulders.

“Hm.” Sasori wrapped his half around his body as much as he could, but still had to snuggle against Deidara for warmth.

“I thought you said you couldn’t get wet?”

“You’re not wet, you’re damp. And freezing cold,” Sasori added.

“Hence my little problem, un.”

Sasori smirked. “It’s not that little. You don’t need to insult yourself.”

“Well I can’t call it a big problem, un.”

“There you go insulting yourself again,” Sasori shook his head.

Deidara flushed, trying not to think about Sasori’s warm breath on his shoulder. Of all the sensitive spots, why that one?

“I’m not insulting myself, un,” groaned Deidara.

Sasori shook his head and sighed. “There you go, doing it again.” Sasori let his extended his delicate tongue barely past his lips, and lightly let it brush Deidara’s neck, drawing a line from the tip of his shoulder to his ear lobe while Deidara whimpered.

“S-Sasori-danna,” Deidara breathed as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t express with words how much he wanted to turn over and pin Sasori to the ground. To ravish him and throw him into a complete ecstasy that he’d never felt before. That would have been art, but all Deidara could do was melt into a puddle of nothingness while Sasori nipped and nibbled at his his ear lobe, his neck, his chin.

He should be fighting me more than this, Sasori thought as he got closer to Deidara’s lips. Deidara ran his tongue across his lips, his mouth dry, and Sasori couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With a random burst of confidence that the redhead could no longer hold back, Sasori reached around Deidara’s neck and pressed his surprised lips against his own.

Deidara opened his eyes in shock and quickly pulled away from Sasori with a shake of his head. “S-Sasori-danna-”

Sasori for a split second looked surprised, then shook his head and frowned. “You brat, what was that for?”

Deidara’s face turned a red that was so deep, it was almost puce. “I-I was j-just surp-prised, un.”

“I suppose you didn’t want that then,” said Sasori, putting his hands behind his head, looking away so his partner couldn’t see his embarrassment. “I misunderstood, I suppose.”

The other man whimpered. “You didn’t misunderstand, Sasori-danna, I was just, what I mean to say is-”

“You don’t have to say it, Deidara, I’m okay with you not wanting me. Like I said I-”

“Shut up, Sasori-danna!” Before Sasori had time to react, the blond had him pinned to the ground. “You’re always complaining, even if you never say it outright, it’s so painfully obvious! Why don’t you just get the balls to do what you want for a change, un!”

Sasori stared at Deidara, and that is all that there was to it. He hadn’t expected Deidara to be so forward, or so pushy.

“I don’t complain,” replied Sasori cooly from the bottom.

“Bullshit, un! I can see it in your face! You’re so tired of being stuck with incompetent, and short-lived partners, but you never say a word about it! Not to mention you’re completely miserable!”

“I’m not miserable!”

“You are so, danna, un! Why are you always alone then? I can’t stand it any more, un! You’re going to cheer up, Sasori-danna, if I have to force happiness down your throat!”

Sasori shook his head and tutted his tongue, putting his hand behind Deidara’s neck, running his fingers through Deidara’s long, blond hair. “You really are such a brat, you know?” And he proceeded to press his lips against Deidara’s, more gently this time of course.

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Deidara felt his arms grow weak, shaking from holding up his body weight, although it really wasn’t much. Everything was a blur, and Sasori’s fingertips lingering on the nape of his neck, twirling the blonds hair around them, not to mention the warmth of Sasori’s tongue running across his lips occasionally, begging for entrance, was driving him insane. Deidara sighed, and Sasori took full advantage of his drop in guard to slide his tongue into Deidara’s mouth, not receiving much resistance as the tip of his tongue flecked the roof of his partners mouth.

“Deidara,” sighed Sasori when he’d pulled away, leaving his partners lips a swollen pink. “I think...I think that I might...pass out.”

“S-Sasori-danna?” Deidara whispered as Sasori’s warm brown eyes closed, and he fainted.



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Author's Note: Okkies, chapter 5! Yay! Lemon in the next chapter btw ^^ Please remember to review!