Explosions of Emotion

When Sasori finally awoke, the whole night had passed and the sun was sending warm streams of light through the thin curtains. He groaned as he rolled over to find himself facing his partners bare chest. A warm blush crept into his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Deidara’s waist, letting his fingers splay across the blonds back, pulling himself closer and resting his head on Deidara’s chest, allowing himself one sigh of content to be heard. Everything was too perfect, too relaxing.



It was then that Sasori realized that his body was completely void of clothes, shook his head, and climbed out of bed, regretfully leaving Deidara, in his room no less. He grabbed his pants off the floor and decided to leave before his partner woke up.



Sasori looked back at Deidara before he closed the door behind him. So what did the previous nights events change for them? With a shake of his head, Sasori closed the door behind him and made his way into the kitchen to find something simple to eat, like usual.



He entered the dining room expecting to find nothing but Deidara’s annoying little cat, and only Deidara’s cat. Instead, Itachi, Kisame, and Hidan were sitting at the dining room table, all of them gazing at Sasori expectantly.



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When Sasori finally shut the door, Deidara opened his eyes and rolled over onto his stomach. A massive grin was plastered across his face as he remembered how it felt to have Sasori’s hands on his back, pulling him closer. It must have been years since Sasori had even hugged someone, so Deidara felt considerably special.



After a few minutes of engraving his memory of the past few hours into his mind, Deidara threw the covers off of him, and looked around the room for his pants.



“Dammit,” grumbled Deidara as he sifted through the clothes, unable to find his pants. “Sasori must have grabbed my pants by mistake.” Sasori’s were definitely too small for him, so raiding the redheads closet was out of the question.



Deidara grinned and looked back at the bed before grabbing the sheets and wrapping them around his slender frame, then headed into the kitchen to silence his rumbling stomach.



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“I think we deserve an explanation, Sasori.”



Sasori frowned and crossed his arms over his stomach. “I don’t think you deserve anything from me.”



The three other members shook their heads. Itachi remained quiet, of course. He was only there to stop Sasori from killing Hidan and Kisame, and Itachi wouldn’t underestimate Sasori. No, if provoked enough, Sasori wouldn’t hesitate to kill fellow members.



“Well, just explain why you and Deidara haven’t left this small house since you got back from that mission of yours,” smirked Kisame.



“There’s nothing embarrassing about finding outlets for your frustration, you know,” added Hidan.



“I’m not frustrated,” Sasori growled. He could feel his bladed wings lift out of their compartments on his back. It occurred quite often when he was angry, but he was out right furious. “And you two will never get a chance to be frustrated ever again in your pathetic little lives if you don’t shut your mouths and leave.”



Itachi shook his head. Of course, those idiots absolutely had to pester Sasori. In a way, Itachi felt bad for him. It must have been tough to have the body of an adolescent boy, but really be over thirty.



“Well, you know we aren’t stupid,” continued Kisame. “We saw your shirt on the kitchen floor.”



“Who leaves a shirt on the kitchen floor unless they’re whisked away in a moment of heated passion?” Hidan jumped off his chair with immense energy. “You can be honest with us, Sasori. We think it’s cute that you’re sleeping with Deidara.”



“Wow, Sasori-danna, I didn’t know people were going to be coming over, un.”



Sasori turned around and was almost inches from Deidara.



“Deidara,” Sasori hissed slowly. “Coming out here wrapped up in my bed sheets was NOT a good idea at the moment!”



Deidara tutted his tongue and wrapped his arm around Sasori’s shoulders protectively.



“Quit picking on Sasori-danna, un,” Deidara frowned, using his other hand to push Sasori’s open blades back into their compartments.



“Seriously,” grumbled Itachi as he stood up and grabbed Hidan and Kisame by the backs of their cloaks. “Sorry they bothered you, Sasori. Trust me, it won’t happen again.”



Itachi dragged Kisame and Hidan out of the kitchen, and eventually out of the house. Best to get out before blood was spilled.



After the house was empty save for himself and Deidara, Sasori slammed his palms onto the table.



“Um, Sasori-danna-”



“Please don’t say anything,” Sasori grumbled, clenching the ends of the table as hard as he could.



“B-but Sasori-danna,” began Deidara nervously.



“I said be quiet!”



Deidara swallowed audibly, pulling the sheets around him a little tighter before sitting in a nearby chair. It was difficult watching Sasori stare at the table in frustration. Deidara felt a sudden rush of irritation towards Kisame and Hidan. It wasn’t their business what he an Sasori did in their spare time. Deidara pushed his chair back and stood up.



“I’ll be right back.” Deidara rushed into his own room and threw on a few clothes before running out the door.



“What the hell are you doing?” Sasori shouted after Deidara.



“Be back soon, Sasori-danna.” Deidara slammed the door behind him, leaving Sasori completely confused.



“What am I doing just standing here,” Sasori growled before running back to his own room. He wasn’t going to let Deidara do something stupid. No matter how noble the brat was trying to be, Sasori knew that his partner would manage to screw things up, but that still didn’t keep the smile off of his lips.



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It didn’t take Deidara long to find who he was looking for. Hidan, Kisame and Itachi were sitting in their usual spot near the cherry trees. They looked like something out of a fairy tale, except Deidara knew better. Sure, he had only been involved with the Akatsuki, but out of the member’s he had met thus far, Hidan and Kisame were definitely the most childish of the bunch.



“Oi, that was way out of hand this morning, un!” Deidara said firmly when he’d gotten the attention of his fellow members. “You didn’t need to pry into our business, un.”



Hidan looked at Kisame with a slight smirk, and Kisame shook his head. Itachi scooted away, deciding not to get involved.



“We were just poking fun at Sasori,” grinned Hidan. “You haven’t been here long enough to really get to know Sasori.”



“That kid’s been as celibate as a monk for as long as any of us can remember,” chuckled Kisame. “Even Hidan got more action than Sasori.”



“Hey, shut the hell up, Kisame!” Hidan smacked Kisame across the back of the head playfully. “I don’t want the kid bugging me for tips.”



“Sasori-danna is older than you, un,” Deidara frowned.



“He sure doesn’t look it,” laughed Hidan, resting one hand on his hip. “Tell me, Deidara, does Sasori even function properly?”



“Shut up!” Deidara swung his fist into Hidan’s face with enough force to cause Hidan to stumble backwards, and with enough speed to make even Itachi’s eyes widen in surprise.



Hidan touched a shaky hand to his face, his fingers dripping with blood when he removed them.



“You little bastard,” the white haired man seethed. “I’m going to kill you for that!”



“Bring it on, un!” Deidara shouted back before Hidan’s fist rammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Hidan pinned Deidara to the ground, punching him in the face until blood dripped off his knuckles before Deidara rammed his middle and index fingers into Hidan’s windpipe, leaving him sputtering.



Deidara took the opportunity to kick Hidan off of him, propelling him onto his back, before jumping on him and punching him repeatedly. “Never-say-that-about-Sasori-again!” Deidara shouted each word with a punch to Hidan’s face, alternating his fists.



“Get off of him you idiot!”



Deidara looked up just before he was smacked in the chest with Kisame’s sword and flung to the ground. He rolled over onto all fours, glaring at the two other ninja, his right eye swollen, his eye camera broken and it’s pieces strewn a few feet away.



“You’re going to regret that, runt,” Kisame said with a smirk as he gripped his sword.



Deidara spat a mouthful of blood into the grass, panting, nearly heaving, glaring at the Mist ninja. There was no time to think between Samehada’s shark skin texture tearing at his skin through his Akatsuki cloak and being flung backwards and onto his back again, only this time his side was nearly shredded to ribbons, blood dripping from his wounds.



Kisame grinned devilishly, his pointed teeth bared menacingly, raising his sword for the final blow, before a black cloaked figure set the sword flying a few yards away.



“Sa-Sasori-danna?” coughed Deidara.



Sasori breathed heavily, more from anger than from exertion, glaring at the three bloody and wounded ninja, then turned to Itachi.



“You,” he seethed, his voice laced with menace. “Why didn’t you stop this?”



Itachi shrugged. “Honestly, I did not want to get involved in a brawl.”



The angry redhead’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “That is the most cowardly thing I’ve ever heard.”



“It is not cowardly,” Itachi replied cooly. “I refuse to get involved in things as childish as fighting over petty insults that are probably not even true.” Itachi looked at Hidan and Kisame, and with a light ‘hmph’, strode over to them, pulling them to their feet by the necks of their cloaks.



“Forgive these two again for their lack of manners,” Itachi said emotionlessly. “Trust me, they will be taken care of.”



Sasori nodded and turned to Deidara, who gaped at the two older ninja, a hint of fear in his eyes. His eyes softened slightly as he pulled the blond to his feet.



“Thank’s Sasori-danna, un,” Deidara coughed. “I can stand.”



Sasori didn’t say anything, merely stepping back allowing Deidara to attempt to stand on his own feet. The blond lasted about five seconds before he fell forward and Sasori wrapped his arm around his waist, careful of his wounds, and not minding the blood soaking onto his hand.



“I guess I might need a little more help, un,” Deidara chuckled nervously, draping his arm around Sasori’s shoulder.



“You idiot,” Sasori sighed with a shake of his head.



“But Sasori-danna, Hidan said-”



“I do not give a damn about anything Hidan said. You don’t need to go around getting your ass kicked for my sake.”



Deidara beamed. “I was doing pretty well before fish-man decided to take a chunk out of me.”



Sasori looked up at Deidara, a blank expression on his face and his eyebrow raised. “I can see that.”



“Ouch,” Deidara breathed through his teeth as Sasori helped him back to their house.



“You could be in worse shape, Deidara, so stop whining. I highly doubt Hidan is going to pick a fight with you again.”



“You think so, un?”



Sasori nodded. “I know so. He is not used to getting his ass beat. Then again, he could always challenge you again.”



“And lose again, un,” Deidara smirked.



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“Not so tight, Sasori-danna,” Deidara whimpered.



“Shut up, brat,” Sasori sighed. “If you hadn’t gotten into a childish fight, then I wouldn’t have to bandage your entire side.”



Sasori dipped a cloth into a bluish solution and dabbed it onto Deidara’s shredded side. Ruined, Sasori thought bitterly. It hadn’t occurred to him really that Deidara had a body that could be beaten and battered, not to mention shredded and torn. He delicately applied the antiseptic, trying not to hear Deidara’s hisses of discomfort through his clenched teeth.



“Do you have anything that stings less, un?”



“Yeah. How about not getting your abdomen torn to ribbons next time?” Sasori glared at his partner furiously.



Deidara grinned and propped his chin up on the palms of his hands.



“Sasori-danna, are you more angry at me for causing a fight or at Kisame and Hidan for hurting me?”



“Hmph.”



“That’s not an answer, Sasori-danna,” Deidara poked Sasori’s cheek playfully.



“Now is not the time for playing, Deidara,” Sasori said firmly, tying off the last bandage. “See if you can sit up now.”



The blond rolled over onto his back and, with the assistance of the bedside table, sat himself up. “It hurts to breathe, un. Can’t these be a little looser?”



“If you want to bleed to death they can be. Now stop your complaining. I’m going to get you some tea and you’re going to keep your ass in this bed.”



“You know, danna, it’s cute when you try to act so mean, un.”



Sasori shook his head and went into the kitchen, returning shortly with two cups of green tea.



“Drink it,” Sasori handed Deidara his cup.



“You didn’t put some sort of aphrodisiac into it, did you, un?” Deidara sipped the tea gingerly.



“Let me tell you, Deidara, I plan to drug you and ravish your wounded body right now because I’m sadistic enough to want to open your wounds and have you bleed all over me while I throw you into complete and utter ecstasy.”



Deidara raised his eyebrows and gulped down his tea, ignoring the scorching feeling the liquid gave his throat. Sasori merely pressed his palm to his forehead.



“I was being sarcastic, you idiot.”



Deidara pouted. “One could hope, Sasori-danna.” The blond leaned closer to his redheaded partner. “I don’t mind things a little rough, un.”



Sasori’s cheeks became dusted with pink. “Oh no, you don’t.” He put a hand on Deidara’s shoulder and pushed him back a little. “No fun until you’re better.”



“But I feel perfectly fine now!”



Sasori shook his head. “No, I’m leaving. You’re going to get some rest.”



“At least give me a kiss before you leave, Sasori-danna.” Deidara looked at Sasori, his eyes large and begging.



“Fine,” sighed Sasori as he leaned in towards Deidara, letting his lips brush those of his partners.



“More, un.” Deidara gently placed his hand on the back of Sasori’s neck, letting his pale fingers entwine themselves between the auburn strands as he pulled Sasori into a warm kiss.



“No more,” Sasori breathed sternly against the lips of his partner, and Deidara reluctantly let him pull away. “I’m serious, Deidara, get some rest.”



Deidara nodded, obviously satisfied with the small taste of his beloved Sasori-danna, and snuggled under the bed covers and closed his azure eyes, falling into a deep sleep.



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Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! College has been really hectic lately and I hardly have a chance to update. T_T But anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Please remember to leave reviews!