Explosions of Emotion

When he opened his eyes a few hours later, Sasori wasn’t quite sure where he was, but that was before he noticed the pale arms wrapped around him.



“Sasori-danna, you’re finally awake, un,” beamed Deidara.



With a yawn, Sasori rolled over onto his stomach, his chest on Deidara’s abdomen, and looked up at his partners overjoyed and concerned face.



“I was worried about you, un. You just passed out.”



“I was just overwhelmed,” said Sasori plainly, resting his head against Deidara’s firm chest. Of course, that was only half of the truth. How could Sasori explain to Deidara how delicate his puppet body really was? Of course, it was hardly complete. Sasori felt like a fool for not taking the humidity into account.



“Just don’t do it again, un.” Deidara rested his chin atop Sasori’s auburn head, marveling at the gentle texture of his hair.



“I don’t plan on it.”



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When Sasori and Deidara returned from their mission, it was obvious to everyone that something had happened to bring the two once opposing team members a little closer. Aside from their debates about the definition of art, everything had changed completely.



“You know,” Itachi said to Kisame one day. “I could have sworn that Sasori couldn’t stand Deidara.”



Kisame shook his head. “Well, no one can stand their partners at first. They probably just found some common ground.”



Itachi smirked. “Or something else they both liked.”



“Do you really think that Sasori has enough, um, feeling for what you’re suggesting?” The ex-Mist nin looked at his partner curiously. “In all honesty, Itachi.”



“Just look at them the next time you get a chance to, Kisame. Sasori was fond of Orochimaru, as a partner of course, but he’s completely different with Deidara. I know something is going on with those two.”



“Hm, let me guess, you two are talking about Sasori and that new partner of his?”



Itachi and Kisame were approached by Hidan.



“I agree with Itachi, there is definitely something going on with those two,” Hidan said with a shake of his head.



Kisame looked at Hidan. “So you’ve noticed too?”



Hidan laughed. “Everyone’s noticed. Of course, if Sasori knew that, we’d all be in some deep shit.”



“Now that would be interesting,” said Kisame with a grin.



Itachi shook his head and looked over towards Sasori and Deidara’s place. He wanted to mention how odd it was that they hadn’t left since they arrived home from their mission, but then Hidan and Kisame would get too many ideas.



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“Sasori-danna!” Deidara called from the kitchen for about the tenth time.



“What?” grumbled the redhead as he stuck his head into the room. “I’m trying to fix something so I won’t half-die on you on a mission like I did the other day.”



It was surprising when Sasori was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the kitchen by his blond partner by his shirt.



“Look, Sasori-danna!” Deidara pointed to the floor, and Sasori saw what he’d never expected to see.



“It that a cat?”



Deidara nodded, while Sasori kneeled down to look at the small grey ball of fuzz that was eating some rice out of a saucer. Curiously, Sasori reached his hand out and poked it’s forehead with his index finger.



“What is it supposed to do?” Sasori stood up and, with his hands on his hips, shook his head at Deidara.



“Nothing in particular. I had a cat when I was younger, so when I found this one-”



Deidara was stopped when Sasori’s lips touched his own, never expecting it. The closeness was something he’d expected to stop once they’d gotten home, but Deidara knew that couldn’t be true, now that he could feel Sasori’s hand rest on the back of his head, pulling him closer to deepen their kiss.



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara murmured against Sasori’s lips.



“Hm?” Sasori moved his lips down to Deidara’s chin, then began to let his teeth just barely graze against Deidara’s jaw line.



“D-does this mean I can keep him, un?”



Sasori stopped what he was doing and looked up at Deidara, his eyes expressing slight hurt.



“Deidara, am I not good enough?”



“A cat can hardly compare to you, Sasori-danna, un. No need to be jealous.” Deidara chuckled as he looked into Sasori’s brown eyes, which seemed to be getting warmer as they spent more time together.



Sasori wrapped his arms around Deidara’s waist and rest his head on the blonds chest. “Which is why I’ll let you keep the cat.”



Deidara was surprised by Sasori’s sudden acts of affection. This had to be the first time he’d ever been hugged by his partner, or anyone in years for that matter. Then Deidara realized that now was a prime opportunity to maybe go a little further than they’d gone before.



With a quick turn, Deidara had Sasori backed against the kitchen wall, his eyes wide in surprise, and Deidara’s filled with mischievous glee as he slid his hands under Sasori’s shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.



“D-Deidara, what are you doing?”



“Sasori-danna, did you just stutter, un?”



Sasori flushed as one of Deidara’s hands pinned his own above his head, while the other slid down his chest, the tongue from the mouth on his hand licking all the sensitive spots delicately.



“You don’t seem to be objecting, un. Perhaps you’re enjoying yourself, Sasori-danna?” Deidara smirked as he watched Sasori’s facial expressions, and felt his body shiver under his hands.



“Why would I object?” Sasori gasped as he felt Deidara’s hand-tongue dip into his belly button and then slide across his body to tease his hip bones.



Deidara shrugged innocently as he tucked his fingertips into the top of Sasori’s pants, letting the hand-tongue tease his skin as he delved farther into Sasori’s pants.



Sasori could hardly believe what was going on. Deidara was looking him square in the eye, as one of his hands was about to give him a hand job. Or was it a blow job since his hand had a mouth?



“Sasori-danna, the other teenagers must have hated you,” smirked Deidara as he wrapped his hand around Sasori’s erection. “How old were you when you began changing yourself again?”



Sasori couldn’t reply. He was completely frozen, his body felt so tense, but at the same time...



“It feels too good to reply, un?” Deidara continued smirking as he worked his hand, the tongue making gentle circles around the tip of Sasori’s member.



“I was about fourteen!” the redhead gasped as he leaned his head back against the wall, pushing his hips farther forward.



“Hm.” Deidara’s second tongue continued to tease Sasori, sliding along his length, while his fingers teased other places. “I thought you were younger, un.”



Sasori shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut. He could feel Deidara’s eyes watching him intently, taking in all his movements and his facial expressions. “Deidara, please stop!”



“Un?” Deidara frowned, but listened and removed his hand from Sasori’s pants, and his other from Sasori’s wrists. “If you insist, Sasori-danna, but I wanna know why, un.”



Sasori panted and slid down the wall, slumping against it. Deidara crouched down next to his partner and wrapped his arm around the redheads shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong, Sasori-danna, please.”



“It’s just-” Sasori shook his head. Why was he suddenly acting the age he looked? Then again, he’d already dropped his defenses. “It’s embarrassing.”



Deidara tilted his head to the side, slightly confused. “Why would it be, un?”



Sasori shook his head and looked at Deidara. He hated and loved being pulled towards those blue eyes. “You don’t find the idea of a hand giving someone a blow job weird?”



“When I went through puberty, what do you think these hands were used for, un?” the blond smirked while Sasori tried not to laugh, although he permitted a grin to snake across his face.



“Which explains why you turned out to be such a hornball.” Sasori wrapped his arms around his knees and pulled them against his chest, resting his chin on the tops of his arms.



“Honestly, Sasori-danna, you can’t tell me you’ve never done that. Every guy has!”



“Deidara, I’m a lot older than you. It’s been a while. Do you honestly think I could do anything sexual with Orochimaru as a partner?”



With a loud laugh, Deidara shook his head. “From what I heard about him, un, I doubt it.” He leaned in closer to Sasori and nibbled on his ear. “Which is exactly why you should express some of that sexual tension, un, Sasori-danna. And, who better than to release that tension with than me?”



Sasori stammered incoherently as he was pushed against the floor, but didn’t protest. At least, until something completely out of the ordinary happened.



“Deidara,” Sasori grumbled, his voice slightly muffled. “There is a ball of fur on my face.”



Deidara shook his head and looked at the grey ball of fuzz that was his new kitten, and it was currently sitting squarely on Sasori’s face, looking up at him proudly.



“Bad cat,” said Deidara as he lifted the kitten off of Sasori’s face and set it on the floor.



Sasori turned his face and glared at the cat. “You know, I really don’t want to do this on the kitchen floor.”



Deidara then looked at their current position. Sasori was lying on the floor, his legs propped up on either side of Deidara, while Deidara leaned over Sasori, their foreheads touching. Their hands were together, fingers entwined. It would definitely be an awkward position to be walked in on.



“Well then, Mr. Puppet Master, where do you suggest we continue this, un?”



Sasori shook his head. “Oh, I don’t know, the bedroom perhaps?”



“Okay, un!” Deidara jumped up and pulled Sasori up with him, practically running back towards the closest bedroom, which happened to be Sasori’s. Not to mention, Sasori’s was the cleaner of the two, regardless of the fact that he constantly brought home dead bodies to change into puppets.



Deidara quickly pulled Sasori into a deep kiss as they collapsed onto Sasori’s bed.



“Woah, this is my bed,” Sasori said firmly. “That means I’m on top.”



Deidara laughed. “Sasori-danna, do you even know what you’re doing, un?” Sasori was speechless, which only made Deidara laugh more. “Let me show you another one of my arts.”



Sasori watched Deidara as intently as it was possible for him to while Deidara removed his own shirt. Shivers of excitement ran through Sasori as he watched Deidara. He wanted nothing more than to just pull that body close to him and keep it all for himself, and never let anyone else see or touch it.



“Sasori-danna, why are you looking at me like I’m a cupcake?”



Sasori shook his head. “What?”



“Well, you’re giving me this ‘my cupcake, go find your own’ look, un.”



“Oh,” Sasori thought about it, then wrapped his arms around Deidara’s waist and pulled him closer. “Because you are my cupcake, and I don’t want to share.”



“Greedy little Sasori-danna,” Deidara whispered as he kissed Sasori’s lips, then trailed down to his stomach. He tucked his fingers into the top of Sasori’s pants and pulled them down. Sasori kicked them off his ankles, trying not to blush while Deidara ‘took in the scenery’ as it were.



Sasori gasped as Deidara let his own tongue circle the tip of his erection, while the hand-mouth’s tongue licked a line up his chest and circled his right nipple, adding a little nip occasionally.



Deidara was completely content. Just hearing Sasori’s pants and short gasps as he breathed in deeply made Deidara’s chest tighten. He continued working his mouth around Sasori’s length. Deidara had never felt so much before in his life.



“D-Deidara,” gasped Sasori.



Deidara looked up at Sasori, his blue eyes focusing on his partners brown ones, that had lightened up a considerable amount. He’d also noticed Sasori’s thin hands clutching at the sheets. It won’t be too long now, Deidara thought as he briefly pulled his mouth away from Sasori, a trail of spittle on his chin.



“Deidara, put your mouth back!” Sasori half growled, and half gasped.



Deidara gladly obliged, applying pressure with his tongue, and enjoying every gasp and moan from Sasori, even noticing a few growls of happiness coming from his own throat.



“Deidara, please,” whimpered Sasori as he leaned his head back and gripped the sheets tighter.



With one final gasp, Sasori came into Deidara’s mouth, his body shuddering. Deidara swallowed as much as he could, although some of the liquid still managed to dribble down his chin.



Sasori’s hands relaxed, the sheets completely wrinkled where he’d clutched them. He looked down at Deidara, still panting, unsure what to say.



“You have something on your chin, Deidara,” whispered Sasori as he leaned towards Deidara and licked a line from his partners chin to his mouth, then over his lips.



Deidara grinned as he touched Sasori’s tongue with the tip of his own.



“We don’t have to do any more if you don’t want to, un,” Deidara whispered against Sasori’s lips.



Sasori looked away, clearly embarrassed. “To be honest, Deidara, I want to do more. I’m just-”



“Scared, un?” Deidara suggested.



The redhead nodded, still looking away from his partner.



Deidara wrapped his arms around Sasori’s waist and pulled him closer. “I said we didn’t have to continue, un. You’re so innocent, Sasori-danna. It’s cute.”



Sasori frowned at Deidara. “I am not innocent. Just a little inexperienced.”



“That makes you innocent, un. But it doesn’t matter.” Deidara yawned and lay down on Sasori’s bed. “I’m too tired to continue anyway.”



Sasori nodded and lay down next to Deidara, who snaked his arm around his partners waist. This was the last thing that Sasori had expected that day he’d met Deidara.



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“I wonder what they’re doing in there?” murmured Hidan, his ear pressed against the door.



“Nothing good, I bet,” sniggered Kisame.



“You two are going to get caught by Sasori,” said Itachi with a shake of his head. “And when he catches you, the both of you are going to be dead.”



“He won’t notice anything, Itachi.” Kisame moved over to one of the windows and looked into the kitchen. “Where the hell did the cat come from?”



“Move over!” Itachi shoved Kisame over and peered into the kitchen. An evil smile crept across his lips. “If I’m not mistaken, I think that’s Sasori’s shirt on the floor.”



Hidan peered over Itachi and Kisame’s heads. “Yeah, that’s too small to be Deidara’s.”



“Dammit, you guys got me curious,” grumbled Itachi.



“Let’s just wait until they come out.”



“And then confront them about it,” smirked Hidan.



Itachi shook his head and leaned against the wall of the house. He had to admit, it was truly amusing watching Kisame and Hidan scramble over each other to peak into the windows. Yeah, Sasori was going to kill them.



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Author's note: Yay! I know what everyone is thinking. ZOMG finally some LEMON! Lol. Anyways, thank you everyone who's reviewed AND rated. I was so surprised, especially since my story hasn't been up that long. Anyways, for those who care to know, college is going relatively well.