Background
Sasori and Deidara first met when Deidara was forcefully recruited into Akatsuki after being defeated sa pamamagitan ng Itachi. Sasori needed a new partner after his nakaraan partner, Orochimaru, defected from Akatsuki. Sasori nagkomento 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...

“PLEASE! SASORI-DANNNA!” Deidara screamed as Sasori bit his neck and nibbled on his ear. “Dammit Danna! un” Deidara pushed Sasori off of him, throwing him to the ground.
“What?” Sasori sinabi innocently. Deidara crawled on tuktok of him. Sasori sat up on the puno a little bit.
“If you won’t get down to it then I will! un” Sasori rubbed Deidara’s thighs softly. He sighed.
“You are the most stubborn uke that I’ve met.” Deidara blushed angrily.
“D-Don’t call me that Danna!” He crossed his arms and pouted. Sasori smirked and took Deidara’s face in his hands, and drug him...

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 sa pamamagitan ng an angry mob of Akatsuki members sa pamamagitan ng now because Deidara blew something up. Suspicious, Sasori decided to see what Deidara was up to. “Hey Dei. What are you doing?”

Deidara looked over at Sasori nervously from the kusina in their room, “Just making something for hapunan later un.”

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

Deidara stopped cooking and turned...

“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 ilipat 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 selyo and flipped his right hand toward Deidara.
“W-What are you doing Danna un?” Deidara’s body got up and put his shorts on then started...

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...

…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 you move?” Sasori asked still smiling. Deidara struggled to ilipat 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...