Danna

by: shibdog

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Deidara passed his hand behind his neck and stretched. Surely, it's been some time since Sasori's death, but it was more and more solid in his mind the idea that he won't come back.

"Now what are you gonna do?"-he looked at himself in the mirror.

Everything he did reminded him of Sasori's abscence. Waking up from the bed, and the other side was empty. Eating breakfast, the other chair was empty. Even by just talking a walk, the idea of having no one to talk to pissed him off.

"I'm just gonna go back to bed...um."

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It was summer, it was extremely hot. Deidara sat topless near the window while Sasori painted one of his puppets. He stopped and took a look at the blonde. His hair flowed, laying carefully on his back, untied.

Sasori took off his shirt, comparing his chest to Deidara's. He didn't suffer the heat as much as Deidara and the rest of the Akatsuki did, mostly because of his body.

"What the hell are you doing, hm?"-Deidara gave him a look.
"Just checking out stuff I don't have that you do."
"It's called nipples and chest hair, un."
"I know what it's called..."-Sasori growled softly.
"Wanna feel?"-Deidara choked at his own joke.
"Okay."

Deidara literally choked. He looked at Sasori's face, expecting a hint of hesitance on his face. Sasori looked completly calm. Deidara was close to him while Sasori raised his hand.

"I hardly had time to experience with my human body..."-Sasori confessed.
"Hmm..."-Deidara blushed intesely.
"I suppose you haven't done much of it, either."
"Hm?!"
"Your...face?"
"Oh! Uhh...um,"-Deidara turned around.
"Come here,"-Sasori pulled him on his lap.

Sasori began stroking Deidara's chest