Explosions of Emotion

Before too long, Deidara was perfectly healed, save for a few scars that marred his delicate body. After Deidara had fully recovered, him and

Sasori were sent on various missions to ‘prepare for when the time was right to harvest the Nine-Tails’.



“What exactly do we need these Jinchuriki for anyway, un?” sighed Deidara when the pair had stopped for a short break after completing their most recent mission.



Sasori rolled his eyes. “Can you stop asking so many questions? It’s common sense that the Jinchuuriki are spirits with immense amounts of chakra. That in itself should make them a target for us.”



Deidara shrugged. “Still makes no sense to me, Sasori-danna. And why does it have to be so hot, un? I’m sweating buckets!”



“Oh, shut up. It’s ten times hotter in Suna than it is here.” Sasori shrugged his cloak off his bare shoulders to some of the breeze to get to the bit of real skin he had remaining. Truth be told, Sasori had far more on his mind than he would ever let on to Deidara, or to anyone. The Hikotugutsu was not, unfortunately, unable to be reversed. As time went on, Sasori’s body turned even more puppet like. Eventually, he would even be unable to feel heat, cold, pain, and, unfortunately, pleasure. Since Sasori and Deidara’s relationship budded, Sasori immediately ceased any assistance he gave the Hikotogutsu as to slow its effect on his body.



“Oi, danna,” Deidara poked Sasori’s forehead playfully. “You’re thinking awfully hard, un. Are you sure that’s healthy?”



Sasori swatted at Deidara’s hand. “Yes, I’m sure.”



The blond frowned. “What’s wrong, Sasori-danna? I can see it in your eyes, un. Something is bothering you.”



“It’s this damn heat,” lied the redhead. “I don’t want the mechanical parts of me to go haywire again.” The honest truth, though, was that Sasori didn’t know how he could break it to his partner, his lover, that eventually he wouldn’t even be able to feel the simplest touch, the softest kiss.



Deidara nodded, still unconvinced, but not wanting to press the subject. If Sasori was upset about something, it must be serious. Nothing upset Sasori. Nothing that wasn’t of great importance anyway.



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Deidara stood in the shower, letting the warm water run down his body in streams. He couldn’t shake his thoughts of Sasori. The look that the younger, yet older, man gave him was something that would stay frozen in his memory for as long as he lived. He’d never seen Sasori’s eyes filled with so much anger, but under that, was immense sadness. If Sasori had the necessary organs to cry, then Deidara would have bet money and more that his partner would have been trying so hard to hold back the tears.



Then again, thought Deidara as he turned the water off and looked up at the ceiling. He just might have been.



The blond shook his head and grabbed a towel off the rack near the sink, wrapping it around his waist. Deidara yawned and proceeded to his bedroom. A nice long nap was definitely in order.



As he opened the door to his bedroom, Deidara was just thinking about the wonderful dreams he would have about explosions, Sasori-danna, built in air conditioning, and Sasori-danna.



“What are you doing in here, un?” Deidara squeaked.



When he entered his room, expecting to see mountains of clay and a nice inviting bed, he saw something additional: Sasori. Sasori tilted his head to the side, as if it were normal to randomly find your partner in your bed, and from what Deidara could tell, Sasori wasn’t wearing anything.



“I was waiting for you,” the redhead replied nonchalantly. “Of course, if you don’t want me to, I can just leave.” Sasori began to slide off the bed, but Deidara ran over to him quickly and pinned him down by his shoulders.



“I don’t ever want you to leave me, Sasori-danna.”



“Oh that’s good. I don’t particularly want to leave either.”



Deidara laughed and let his hands slide from Sasori’s shoulders to his hands, entwining their fingers together. He leaned in and kissed the sensitive area near Sasori’s ear lobe, circling his tongue slowly on the spot.



“Deidara, your hair is still wet,” Sasori sighed, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back.



“Oh, sorry, Sasori-danna, I forgot.”

Deidara reluctantly stood up, leaving Sasori, and his towel, to get a hair tie. He would never not dry his hair ever again. It got frizzy when he slept on it wet anyway.



“There, un,” Deidara grinned pointing his long hair, which was pulled back into a full pony tail.



Sasori smiled and shook his head, moving to the middle of the bed. “I have a feeling-”



“You sure do, un!”



“That it would be easier not hanging off the bed,” finished Sasori.



“At least for the first time, ne, Sasori-danna?” Deidara sat on the bed and lay down next to Sasori.



“You have a nice face, Deidara,” Sasori said softly, tracing Deidara’s jaw line.



“I think I look weird when you can see my whole face, un.”



“No, I like it. But I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”



“Like I’m the only one who gets to see you embarrassed, un?”



Sasori frowned and shook his head.



“Only on the rarest occasions,” he whispered, pressing his body against Deidara’s, letting his hands run over Deidara’s shoulders and down his back. “You get to see a lot of things as it is, so be grateful, brat.”



“Believe me, Sasori-danna, I am very grateful.” Deidara rolled Sasori onto his back. “Plus, you haven’t killed me, un. From what the others say, that is a big accomplishment.”



“Don’t bring other people into this.” Sasori let his hands run from between Deidara’s shoulder blades and into his soft blond hair, pulling Deidara’s face closer to his and then, finally into a kiss.



Deidara held himself above Sasori with one arm, letting his free hand travel down his partner’s chest, the hand mouths tongue moving in small circles as it moved down to Sasori’s stomach.



Sasori let a low moan ripple in his throat as Deidara’s tongue flicked the roof of his mouth. Being one who worked with puppets, Sasori was fairly decent at multitasking, but there were too many sensations.



Deidara let his hand move across his partner’s hips, teasing the skin with the tongue that extended from his palm as he moved lower and trailed the tips of his fingers along the length Sasori’s erection.



The redhead gasped, his body giving a slight shudder as he turned his head away from Deidara’s.



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara breathed against Sasori’s neck. “It’s nice when you aren’t so defensive, un.” Deidara chuckled as he extended his tongue and let the tip run down along the side of Sasori’s neck and over his collar bone. He felt something soft brush against his thigh and gasped before he realized that it was Sasori’s own legs, his knees touching right at Deidara’s hips.



“Please don’t drag it out too long, Deidara,” Sasori moaned, gripping his fingers even tighter on Deidara’s back. “I don’t think I can handle it today.”



Deidara nodded. “It’ll be uncomfortable, un.”



Sasori shook his head and looked up at Deidara, his brown eyes full of resolve. “I don’t care.”



The blond shook his head with a frown. Everything from his waist down was telling him to just plunge into his willing partner and pound him into the mattress, all in a very loving way, of course, but his actual brain held him back. He didn’t want to hurt Sasori.



“You aren’t going to hurt me, dammit!” Sasori gasped as the tongue on Deidara’s hand lapped at the tip of his member.



“Okay,” Deidara slid his free hand under Sasori’s small back. “Sit up slightly, un, and lift your hips some. And don’t forget to relax.”



Sasori nodded, lifting his hips slightly so that his buttocks was slightly risen above the mattress. He kept his eyes open and focused on Deidara’s, letting his hands clutch against his partner’s thin back. His teeth clenched together since he couldn’t shut his eyes as he braced himself for what he knew was bound to be a moment of discomfort.



Deidara slowly entered Sasori, keeping his own eyes on his partners shocked brown ones. Slight whimpers escaped Sasori’s lips, his eyebrows furrowing, as he wrapped his legs around Deidara’s waist.



“I was about to say, un,” panted Deidara. “That that might make things more comfortable.”



Sasori shook his head, his auburn hair falling away from his eyes, as he let his fingers run through the roots of Deidara’s hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.



Deidara pulled back, out of breath and his face flushed, mid-kiss, and, with a shake of his head, pulled back and thrust himself into Sasori as gently as he could, watching the redhead’s facial expressions. The way Sasori leaned his head back, exposing his pale neck, and arched his back, were almost cat-like.



Sasori let out a restrained gasp, his mind completely going in circles. He couldn’t even see straight, nor did he want to. Closing his brown eyes, Sasori let the different sensations wash over him, engraving them in his memory. The feel of Deidara’s mouth’s, one teasing the length of him and the other’s lips caressing his collar bone, was pure bliss and then some.



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara panted. Sasori turned his head and looked up at his partner, opening his eyes to reveal that they were full to the brim with something that couldn’t be described with words. “You weren’t lying-when you said-you hadn’t done anything, un.”



Sasori let his hands slide down Deidara’s body and over Deidara’s hips, his thumbs rubbing in circles on his hip bones, pulling Deidara in faster.



“Faster,” breathed Sasori in a voice that wasn’t quite raspy, but was definitely deeper than normal.



Deidara nodded and obliged, quickening his thrusts, his heart beating rapidly. It was going to happen soon for him, and for Sasori too, judging by the way he tried to get as close to Deidara as possible. He could feel the beads of sweat roll down his skin, making everything three times warmer, and his pants had quickened.



“Sasori!” Deidara gasped as he finally came, enjoying that final moment of ecstasy while Sasori gasped and panted Deidara’s name, spilling his own seed across Deidara’s chest.



Sasori opened his brown eyes, taking in the scene of things with an unclouded mind, and his face turned an almost glowing red. When had Deidara’s hair come out of the ponytail? he wondered as he looked at the pale yellow waves that cascaded around Deidara’s thin shoulders. There were several spots on Deidara’s body that looked like bruises, but Sasori had enough experience to know what they really were.



Deidara grinned as he pulled himself away from Sasori, and then lay down next to him. “You seem embarrassed, Sasori-danna.”



Sasori flushed even more and looked away. “I am not.”



“Then look me in the eye, un.”



The redhead tried, but couldn’t look any higher than Deidara’s lips. That was before he noticed his partners lips were swollen and pink from kissing that must have been more intense than Sasori thought.



“I can’t,” said Sasori softly.



Deidara tutted his tongue and let his fingers play with a few strands of Sasori’s hair. “You really are shy at heart, aren’t you, Sasori-danna?”



“A little bit, maybe.” Sasori pulled a pillow closer to him and snuggled against it. Suddenly he was looking into Deidara’s blue eyes, and he felt himself grow pink in the face all over again.



Deidara laughed. “Why are you so embarrassed, Sasori-danna, un?”



Sasori stammered wordlessly, but let his fingers trace across Deidara’s chest.



“Oh, that?” Deidara shook his head. “Pfft, it’s no big deal, un.”



“But-”



“No ‘but’s Sasori-danna. I said it doesn’t bother me, un, so it shouldn’t bother you.”



Sasori opened his mouth to speak, but realized it would be pointless to persuade Deidara of anything else. Instead he rolled over onto his stomach, folding his arms over the pillow and resting his chin on them.



Deidara wrapped an arm around Sasori’s waist and pulled him closer, snuggling himself next to Sasori. “I’m tired, un. Do you want to take a nap?”



“Shouldn’t you grab a shower?” Sasori asked. “I thought that’s what people normally did after.”



Deidara shook his head. “No, you sleep first, then grab a shower, un. But, Sasori-danna, if you can’t even stand rain, how do you shower?”



“I don’t.”



Deidara’s blue eyes got wide. “Well, I know you clean yourself somehow, un. Tell me, I want to know.”



Sasori smiled a bit and kissed Deidara’s forehead. “I’ll show you tomorrow.”



“Un,” Deidara said with a yawn as he drifted into sleep.



Sasori remained awake, although he could feel the lids of his eyes screaming to be closed. He had to take in the sight of Deidara first before he slept. He didn’t want to forget anything, not even the way he could feel Deidara’s body rise and fall against him as he breathed.



It was only after that when Sasori let himself close his eyes and fall into a sleep filled with good dreams. He wasn’t a puppet in his dreams. He was completely human again, and he was with Deidara.



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Author's Note: Okkies, so now all my stories on all the other sites are caught up with one another. Yay! I can do updates together! Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Yay smut? Lol. Please leave reviews!