Deidara was curious, really curious. That was probably what had led him into the house and had okay-ed it for himself because, really, he could feel nervousness squelching in his gut. He didn’t know if it was just his overly prominent paranoia or the fact that he had seen an unusual glint in Sasori’s eyes, that night. Still, whatever it was, he followed silently and obediently much like a lamb to the slaughter. Though, really, you can’t quite consider this a slaughterhouse. It was a house, though, alright. It was Sasori’s house, to be exact.

As Deidara entered, he could clearly see his reflection on the shimmering, marble tiles. They were like mirrors illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the drawn curtains of the windows. Deidara felt that suspicious feeling overwhelm him again but he didn’t struggle out of Sasori’s grip.

Finally, though tentatively, he asked, “What are we doing here, Danna, un?”

Sasori didn’t answer. But, slowly, he turned back to Deidara, an eery smile resting placid on his lips, and just beckoned for him to follow. Deidara could feeling a haunting sort of aura floating around Sasori but dismissed it immediately, never going back to think that he should have considered the thought more carefully. He trusted Sasori, though. Still, something in him told him to run. He couldn’t do that. After all, Sasori was only taking him to his house to talk about something, right?

“So...” Deidara allowed his voice to trail momentarily before he picked up the courage to finish his sentence, “you live alone?”

Sasori nodded, still taking steps down the empty, echoing hallway. Deidara felt a bit scared but, again, ignored it.

Sasori stopped at the foot of the stairs, turning to Deidara once more and gesturing for him to climb them with him. Still hesitant and more than a bit fearful, Deidara took slow, deliberate steps up the long, winding staircase. Just what did Sasori want to talk to him about? Sasori lived alone, right? Why would he have to take him farther than necessary? Deidara stole a glance at Sasori’s face then back to his own wrist - not once had Sasori let go.

“Don’t worry, Danna, un...” he breathed, “I’m not going to run...you can let go, you know?” Sasori looked back at him and, finally, let go of the boy’s hand. As promised, Deidara followed him, still. The expression on Deidara’s face shifted from fear to a gentle smile. Somehow, he believed Sasori would not hurt him.

Once at the top of the extensive flight of stairs, Sasori stopped again, motioning for Deidara to come near to him. Deidara didn’t mind and did as requested. Sasori smiled at him and, with his thumb, gently traced the contours of Deidara’s face, even toying with the golden locks of hair for a moment.

“Deidara,” he murmured. Deidara found himself nodding for he was completely entranced by those glowing, ashen eyes. Sasori’s voice continued but there was a slight reserve in it that made the whole situation seem completely surreal, “Do you know that,” Sasori took a deep breath and Deidara found himself drowning in anticipation, “I love you?” Suddenly, Deidara seemed to snap awake. His eyes darted first to Sasori’s face then to Sasori’s hand. Clearly, it was a rhetorical question. Somehow, Deidara found something in him that let him answer it.

“No...” he whispered back, not wanting any more volume in the voice than he felt already had made its way there.

Sasori smiled again. It was the same smile he had seen over and over but, this time, it seemed different as though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes or as though his eyes were clouded by something unfathomable..something like desire. “Then, allow me to show you.” Sasori said to Deidara, placing a loving kiss on Deidara’s neck and trailing up his jawline. “Do you believe me?”

Deidara only shivered. He was, for once, speechless.

Sasori went higher, kissing and nibbling along Deidara’s ear. “Do you believe me?” he asked again. And, once again, Deidara found himself unable to speak. But, he could feel his breath hitching. Sasori smirked, pulling away slowly.

“So...?” he inquired, facing Deidara and inching closer and closer. “Or...do you need more?” By now, Deidara could feel Sasori’s hot breath down his neck and on his face. Deidara shuddered, wanting jerk away or say something...anything, but found himself unable to.

Finally, mustering up the strength to speak, he whimpered softly. “I...do.”

“I’m glad you know but,” Sasori kissed Deidara hungrily, growling as he detached his face for a moment, “that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.” Deidara nodded weakly, biting back a moan. Sasori felt pleased with the reaction he had received and wanted to hear more—he wanted to hear the moan Deidara had been fighting back so badly. For that purpose alone, he let himself retract from the other’s lips for a moment. “What do you want?” he questioned, purring and he ran a hand down the front of Deidara’s pants.

“D-Danna!” Deidara exclaimed incoherently, nearly jumping out of his skin. Sasori repeated the movement slower and he heard the most delicious moan come from Deidara. It was far better than he could have imagined. Perhaps, it would go as planned after all...

Sasori felt Deidara’s hands fist in his hair as he put his hand down the other’s pants, this time. Or...maybe it would go better than what he had planned. After all, Deidara seemed willing. That was a start...yes.