Background
Sasori and Deidara first met when Deidara was forcefully recruited into 暁(NARUTO) after being defeated によって Itachi. Sasori needed a new partner after his 前 partner, Orochimaru, defected from Akatsuki. Sasori コメントしました on how Deidara seemed like someone who would die young. Sasori and Deidara would work together for about three years and nothing is really known about this time spent together. Both Sasori and Deidara consider themselves artists, though their artistic philosophies differed drastically. Sasori believed art was meant to last for an eternity for posterity and to leave...

Sasori was screwing an arm onto one of his new puppets when he realized Deidara was being awfully quiet today. He was usually being confronted によって an angry mob of 暁(NARUTO) members によって now because Deidara blew something up. Suspicious, Sasori decided to see what Deidara was up to. “Hey Dei. What are あなた doing?”

Deidara looked over at Sasori nervously from the キッチン in their room, “Just making something for ディナー later un.”

Sasori inspected the stove, “That’s a rather large portion of 食 considering あなた are the only one of us that has to eat.”

Deidara stopped cooking and turned...

Sasori’s door creaked open as he turned down the hallway toward Deidara’s room. “Damn brat…Why am I worrying so much?” he thought allowed. Sasori crept down the way until he came to Deidara’s door and placed his ear to it.

Pein noticed his presence and completely stopped moving, turning his head toward Deidara giving him a glare. Tears were streaming down his face, he couldn’t even see Pein anymore. His throat was raspy and his wrist was throbbing. He could feel his skin bleeding still, and the pain of it ripping apart. Deidara’s chest heaved as he tried to breath through his...

Deidara was bored out of his mind. He had just arrived at the Akatsuki, from being dragged there によって that son of a bitch, Itachi, a few weeks ago. It was obvious he still wasn't being accepted widely and he got looks from everywhere.

Worst yet was Sasori's never ending criticisms on his art. Fuck that old puppet bastard, he didn't care about any of that 'art is eternal' shit, it disgusted him. Didn't that idiot know that true art was an explosion?

He was on a mission with 発言しました idiot right now. They had to kill the leader of this huge black market and information route. Supposedly he had highly...

…Sasori started to pull off Deidara’s pants with a smirk.
“Sa-Sasori-Danna un!” Deidara gasped as he felt Sasori slip his pants down past his knees, boxers and all. Then he threw the clothes onto the floor removing his pants as well. Sasori’s cold hands traced Deidara’s legs, up his thighs and around his waist.
“Can あなた move?” Sasori asked still smiling. Deidara struggled to 移動する his hand. He managed to get his arms halfway into the air before they fell back to the bed. Sasori shook his head at him then smiled an evil grin.
“What is it Sasori-Danna un?” Deidara looked at him...

“DAMMIT DEIDARA! OPEN UP!” Itachi yelled from beyond the other side of the door. Sasori quickly untied Deidara from the ropes letting him fall to the bed.
“H-Hold on un!” Deidara cried to Itachi from the bed. “Sasori-Danna? What do I do now? I can’t 移動する un.” Sasori grabbed his clothes throwing them in a corner and hid in Deidara’s closet.
“Don’t worry. I have an idea.” Sasori let the door of the closet slip open a bit. He made a hand シール and flipped his right hand toward Deidara.
“W-What are あなた doing Danna un?” Deidara’s body got up and put his shorts on then started...