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It was 5:10 when Sasori finally got off work. Ten minutes later than what was planned. He took the elevator down to the his car and tried to ingrain into his memory what it was like to have central air around him. Even in the parking garage underneath the building, he could feel the sweltering heat invading his senses. As soon Sasori got into the car, he loosened his tie, placed his bluetooth into his ear, and turned on the vehicle. He then proceeded to drive out of the garage and into the afternoon traffic. He really hated this city.

Sasori was only driving for two minutes, air conditioner still starting up but set to it's highest level, when he finally received a call.

He pressed the button on the bluetooth as he waited at a red light. "Hello," he sighed into the receiver, wishing this wasn't how he spent time with his boyfriend.

He could hear Deidara chuckle on the other line and he was sure it was mocking. "Was work really that bad, un?"

Sasori hummed as he ran a hand through his hair, the light still red. He just wanted to get onto the freeway so he could sit there in stand still traffic. At least there were no pedestrians there.

"I got out ten minutes late. How was your day?" he asked, hoping to change the topic so he wouldn't get irritated.

"Not too bad. Only had three shoots today but something felt off again, un."

Sasori could sense Deidara's unease. The light turned green. "Was it like before?" he asked, referring to a photo shoot last week that left Deidara in a bad mood.

"Yeah, but this time the cameraman was pissing me off, un. In all my freaking years of modeling, I have never heard of, 'try leading them through your knees', un."

Sasori couldn't stop himself from smiling. "Who were you leading?"

"I wish I knew, un," Deidara replied. "Anyway, how was your boring ass job?"

"You only think it's boring, you brat. Besides, not all of us can make a living of 'loving the camera'."

"Yeah, but you make a fuck-ton playing with legos, un," Deidara replied and Sasori repressed his urge to sigh dramatically.

"You say that all the time, but never in my career have I played with legos. Believe it or not, architects don't use toys to design buildings." He slowed down as he waited to get onto the ramp leading to the freeway, the traffic a swarm of standstill cars.

Sasori could hear Deidara's scoff on the other line. "I still saw you playing with blocks, un."

"Yes, but not pieces of plastic for children," Sasori said, before turning onto the freeway. Now to wait. "Another thing, can you tell your boss to stop harassing me into designing a new building for them. They think that just because we're dating that I will do it for free. The company is getting pissed off at me again."

Deidara laughed. "Is that old bastard still bugging you guys, un? Sheesh, I had no idea that Jiraya would put that much effort into something that wasn't porn."

Sasori shivered to himself. "Please don't say that; it sounds like you know him too well."

"Tch, like I would ever talk to that perv on my own free will, un. Did you know what he did today– Gah! Watch where the hell you're going, asshole, un! Some fucking people need to drive off the bridge," Deidara muttered and Sasori chuckled softly, now accelerating to a reasonable speed.

"You're on the bridge already? You'll probably get home in time to make dinner before I even get there," Sasori mused to himself, wondering what new masterpiece Deidara would make next.

Deidara scoffed. "Sometimes I think you only date me for my food, un."

"As I recall," Sasori began, pausing as he got into the left lane. "You were a terrible cook when we started dating."

"Probably because I had just left my parents to live with you and didn't know shit when it came to taking care of myself. I hope you feel like a cradle-robber, you bastard, un."

Sasori chuckled lightly in what would have been embarrassment. "You were starting modeling back then, and we were old enough to move out anyway. Besides, you don't regret it do you?"

"You always ask me that and I tell you no every freaking time," Deidara grumbled into his ear and Sasori couldn't help but feel smug. Yes, he had started dating Deidara when he was nineteen while Sasori himself had been twenty-eight, but they managed to make it work and were still together seven years later. Unfortunately, his boyfriend's mother was pestering him more and more to propose, ever since she got over the fact that they were dating.

"Well that's great to hear. Now back to dinner," Sasori said quickly and he heard Deidara sigh into the receiver just as dramatically as he had done before.

Sasori flipped someone the bird as they swerved into his lane so quickly that there was almost a collision. His swearing didn't seem to affect Deidara.

"Yes, I'll make dinner, un."

Sasori did a silent jig inside his head, now forgetting about the asshole driver. This was a victory to him. "Now how was your day again? You were saying something about Jiraya?"

Deidara groaned. "That old perv has been unbearable to deal with, un. I know that he helped me out when I first started modeling and booked me a lot of photo shoots, but now he's signing me up for every little thing he can. It's like the company is going out of business and making me do everything is going to fix it. Half the photo shoots are ridiculous too, un!"

Sasori could imagine the disgust written on Deidara's face. The blond loved to model, but if he didn't see it as something that he could perform beautifully in, he hated it.

"Was it worse than you straddling Hidan with a volcano photoshopped in the background?" That was the moment that Sasori decided he would stop looking at Deidara's photos with other people in them.

"Unbelievably so, un," Deidara grunted, his baritone voice filled with contempt.

"Has anything good happened at all this past month, Deidara?" Even when they were at home Deidara had nothing good to say about the company or agency. It seemed to be stressing the blond out more than anything.

There was a pause on the other line. "We got doughnuts last Thursday, un."

Sasori's brow furrowed as he continued to listen to Deidara rant about what people were doing at work. Itachi wouldn't stop making out with one of the makeup artists and when Sasori inquired if it was the same one from before, Deidara said yes.

"So they're dating?"

"Yeah, but I didn't come into work to see them sucking face every two seconds, un!"

Sasori hummed and told him to continue.

Hidan had been taking more days off of work due to his religion. "Which I have never even heard about until I met him," Deidara said with malice. "I'm still betting you ten bucks that it's made up, un."

"And him having holidays is…" Sasori trailed off.

"Bad, un! It's terrible because Jiraya is making me cover for his shoots and they're making me do crazy shit that only he would do, un!"

Sasori hummed as he got into the middle lane, as the left lane became too crowded. "Have you ever considered, I don't know… Quitting?"

As soon as he said it, Sasori removed his bluetooth and held it at arms length away as Deidara screeched abuses at him a millisecond later. He could nearly feel the vibrations up his arm as Deidara cursed up a storm. Again, Sasori wondered what Deidara looked like and if other drivers thought he was having a bout of road rage. Nope, just complete and utter rage towards his boyfriend.

Two minutes passed and Sasori deemed it safe enough to put the bluetooth back in, Deidara's yelling dying down to a hate-filled growl. When Deidara took a breath, Sasori jumped back into the conversation. "I'm just thinking because you're getting kind of old and–"

"You fucking asshole, un! I am only twenty-six, and just at the peak of my career, un! Do you want me to fail because you think I'm the bread winner in this relationship, is that it?! I bet you just want a house wife–"

Sasori didn't take his bluetooth out fast enough and his right ear was now ringing painfully. The things that Deidara spouted when he was angry was phenomenal.

This time, Deidara didn't even quiet down to allow Sasori to speak again. He ended up hanging up after another screeching insult and Sasori sighed in discontent. He still had forty-five minutes before he got home and now he had no one to talk to. His drive would be unbearable.

He didn't mean to upset Deidara so much, it was just a suggestion because Deidara was getting so stressed out over his career and it was taking a negative toll on him. It had been for the past year. Deidara had made plenty of money from modeling and he was getting on the riper side of modeling so Sasori had been thinking of mentioning to him that it was time to either take a break or quit. He had told him over the phone for a reason, because he was sure that if he told Deidara face to face, he would either be confronted with the most pissed off boyfriend in the world, or get tears. Sasori would almost like the former.

In the end, Sasori didn't even get to voice his other points. He made enough money for the both of them easily, and he felt that Deidara deserved some time off after so many years of work. Sasori once took a month off of work for a well-deserved rest. Granted, he did go stir crazy within the first three days and ended up harassing his boss for some work.

Sasori didn't even notice that he was coming up to his exit and he grimaced at the thought of being five minutes away from either a hostile or sobbing Deidara. It may have been a combination of both.

He drove through their small town and soon came to a well-off neighborhood. He tensed as he saw that Deidara had parked diagonally in the driveway, making it impossible for Sasori to park in his spot or in the garage. He wondered if the neighbors were anticipating a fight with how much Deidara was acting out.

Sasori parked by the curb, stepped out of his car and grabbed his briefcase before heading up to the steps that led to the front door. He was already unlocking it because he knew Deidara would lock it out of spite and maybe even put a chair in front of the door to create an even bigger hassle.

Though, surprisingly, when Sasori opened the door, the entryway was clear. He stepped in cautiously and toed off his shoes quietly as he closed the door behind him and set down his briefcase. The sound of a knife snapping against a wooden cutting board echoed from the kitchen and resonated in the rather large house.

Sasori ended up tiptoeing into the kitchen and he only peeked around the corner to see that Deidara's back towards him as he chopped up vegetables. There was something sizzling on the stove, perhaps some chicken but as Sasori stepped closer to take a sniff he accidentally knocked a magnet off the fridge.

He looked down just in time to see Deidara's clay magnet fall to the floor and break into six pieces. Sasori grimaced and tensed as he looked up to see Deidara turned around partially to stare at him. He had the knife raised and Sasori just hoped that he really wouldn't do something that would involve getting the cops called.

Deidara looked down at the magnet and sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Can you clean that up, un?"

Sasori expected more than that. Neither of his predictions were right and it nearly startled him. Was Deidara bottling it up and was just waiting to release hell upon him? Instead of thinking about it longer, Sasori grabbed a dust pan and broom from the hallway closet and brushed up the remains of the clay.

Sasori looked at it and tried to see if it was salvageable when Deidara said, "Just throw it away, it was old anyways, un."

Sasori didn't try hiding his wince as he threw away the clay and placed the dustpan down. "Deidara, I didn't mean to say... what I said over the phone like that–"

Deidara stopped his chopping to raise his hand, obviously not taking any of Sasori's excuses. "I have every right to be pissed off at you, Sasori." Deidara turned around and leaned against the counter as he crossed his arms. "For one, you tell me to quit my job, and then you say it's because of something I have no control over and that I should just give up, un."

Sasori wasn't one to feel guilty on most occasions, because it was usually Deidara's fault whenever something happened, but this ate at the older man. "It's just you've been so stressed, Deidara, and modeling doesn't seem to satisfy you like it did before. I know that, at least for me, when work gets to be too much of a hassle, I need to take a step back and rest a bit." Sasori frowned as he stepped towards Deidara, touching his arm lightly as the blond looked away from him. "Do you think that would help you? I make more than enough money to give you a chance to rest for a little while–"

Deidara huffed loudly and Sasori stopped talking. Deidara was biting his lip and his brow was furrowed in irritation before he finally looked at Sasori again. "I called the company when I got home and told them I'd be taking a break. I didn't really say for how long but just enough time to get away from the scene and clear my head a bit, un."

Sasori couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face and Deidara just narrowed his eyes at him. "Deidara, this is great," he exclaimed as he pulled his boyfriend into a hug and Deidara muttered something under his breath.

"I knew you just wanted a housewife, you old bastard, un," Deidara mumbled into his shoulder and Sasori chuckled and shook his head as he pulled away a little to look at the blond model.

"Not in the slightest. I just want to see you happy, Deidara and I think this is the right path, but only for a little bit."

Deidara scoffed but Sasori's smile didn't waver. "Yeah, I'm thrilled, un."

Sasori chuckled and bumped his forehead with Deidara's. "But you get to sleep in now."

Deidara looked away with another scowl directed towards the floor. "It's useless to do so when you're not there, un." Sasori laughed again and Deidara sighed dramatically before pushing him away. "Go, go, I'm still making dinner and the chicken is going to get dry if I leave it on for any longer, un."

"Fine," Sasori replied as he left the kitchen to get done with some paperwork.

Half an hour later, dinner was ready and when Sasori stepped out, he saw the table set in what would be a romantic setting. The white table cloth with the gold embroidery was laid out, silverware placed on top of creamy napkins and candles lit on the table. Deidara stood by it all, the plates already set. He looked worn out but satisfied.

"Come on, let's eat before it gets cold, un."

Sasori obliged and sat down with Deidara. The table was small enough that even though they were on opposite ends, their feet could still touch.

When Sasori took his first bite of the well-prepared chicken, Deidara smiled and Sasori didn't know what it was, but he was almost put off. When the blond began eating his own dinner, Sasori brushed it off as nothing.

Dinner consisted of them talking about nothing in particular, mostly random or new things happening at work or what their families were doing. Everything felt lighter and at ease and Sasori believed that the struggle had passed for now. He nearly sighed in relief, until he definitely tasted something that was off with the chicken.

He gave a slow chew as he looked at Deidara carefully. At first Deidara had a deadpan look on his face until a smirk began to slowly creep onto his features.

"What did you do?" Sasori asked carefully as he swallowed what he assumed was the last peace of dinner he would be having.

Deidara shrugged and took a bite of his salad. "Just enacting on a little well-deserved justice, un."

Sasori really didn't want to ask again, afraid of the answer, but when his stomach growled ominously, he shot Deidara a glare.

Deidara responded with a triumphant grin. "Who knew that we had so many laxatives, un."

Sasori's stomach voiced it's displeasures again and the redhead clutched at his abdomen in pain and trepidation. "You–" He stopped short at another growl before he stood up, one arm still around his waist. "When I get back, I am–" He didn't finish as he ran to the bathroom.

Deidara gave a small scoff as he cut a peace of chicken and ate it from his knife. "That's what you get for calling me old, darling, un!" he called out and the only reply he received was the bathroom door slamming shut. Deidara hummed at the creaminess that the chicken had. Revenge wasn't so sweet, more savory to be precise.

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It was 5:10 when Sasori finally got off work. Ten minutes later than what was planned. He took the elevator down to the his car and tried to ingrain into his memory what it was like to have central air around him. Even in the parking garage underneath the building, he could feel the sweltering heat invading his senses. As soon Sasori got into the car, he loosened his tie, placed his bluetooth into his ear, and turned on the vehicle. He then proceeded to drive out of the garage and into the afternoon traffic. He really hated this city.

Sasori was only driving for two minutes, air conditioner still starting up but set to it's highest level, when he finally received a call.

He pressed the button on the bluetooth as he waited at a red light. "Hello," he sighed into the receiver, wishing this wasn't how he spent time with his boyfriend.

He could hear Deidara chuckle on the other line and he was sure it was mocking. "Was work really that bad, un?"

Sasori hummed as he ran a hand through his hair, the light still red. He just wanted to get onto the freeway so he could sit there in stand still traffic. At least there were no pedestrians there.

"I got out ten minutes late. How was your day?" he asked, hoping to change the topic so he wouldn't get irritated.

"Not too bad. Only had three shoots today but something felt off again, un."

Sasori could sense Deidara's unease. The light turned green. "Was it like before?" he asked, referring to a photo shoot last week that left Deidara in a bad mood.

"Yeah, but this time the cameraman was pissing me off, un. In all my freaking years of modeling, I have never heard of, 'try leading them through your knees', un."

Sasori couldn't stop himself from smiling. "Who were you leading?"

"I wish I knew, un," Deidara replied. "Anyway, how was your boring ass job?"

"You only think it's boring, you brat. Besides, not all of us can make a living of 'loving the camera'."

"Yeah, but you make a fuck-ton playing with legos, un," Deidara replied and Sasori repressed his urge to sigh dramatically.

"You say that all the time, but never in my career have I played with legos. Believe it or not, architects don't use toys to design buildings." He slowed down as he waited to get onto the ramp leading to the freeway, the traffic a swarm of standstill cars.

Sasori could hear Deidara's scoff on the other line. "I still saw you playing with blocks, un."

"Yes, but not pieces of plastic for children," Sasori said, before turning onto the freeway. Now to wait. "Another thing, can you tell your boss to stop harassing me into designing a new building for them. They think that just because we're dating that I will do it for free. The company is getting pissed off at me again."

Deidara laughed. "Is that old bastard still bugging you guys, un? Sheesh, I had no idea that Jiraya would put that much effort into something that wasn't porn."

Sasori shivered to himself. "Please don't say that; it sounds like you know him too well."

"Tch, like I would ever talk to that perv on my own free will, un. Did you know what he did today– Gah! Watch where the hell you're going, asshole, un! Some fucking people need to drive off the bridge," Deidara muttered and Sasori chuckled softly, now accelerating to a reasonable speed.

"You're on the bridge already? You'll probably get home in time to make dinner before I even get there," Sasori mused to himself, wondering what new masterpiece Deidara would make next.

Deidara scoffed. "Sometimes I think you only date me for my food, un."

"As I recall," Sasori began, pausing as he got into the left lane. "You were a terrible cook when we started dating."

"Probably because I had just left my parents to live with you and didn't know shit when it came to taking care of myself. I hope you feel like a cradle-robber, you bastard, un."

Sasori chuckled lightly in what would have been embarrassment. "You were starting modeling back then, and we were old enough to move out anyway. Besides, you don't regret it do you?"

"You always ask me that and I tell you no every freaking time," Deidara grumbled into his ear and Sasori couldn't help but feel smug. Yes, he had started dating Deidara when he was nineteen while Sasori himself had been twenty-eight, but they managed to make it work and were still together seven years later. Unfortunately, his boyfriend's mother was pestering him more and more to propose, ever since she got over the fact that they were dating.

"Well that's great to hear. Now back to dinner," Sasori said quickly and he heard Deidara sigh into the receiver just as dramatically as he had done before.

Sasori flipped someone the bird as they swerved into his lane so quickly that there was almost a collision. His swearing didn't seem to affect Deidara.

"Yes, I'll make dinner, un."

Sasori did a silent jig inside his head, now forgetting about the asshole driver. This was a victory to him. "Now how was your day again? You were saying something about Jiraya?"

Deidara groaned. "That old perv has been unbearable to deal with, un. I know that he helped me out when I first started modeling and booked me a lot of photo shoots, but now he's signing me up for every little thing he can. It's like the company is going out of business and making me do everything is going to fix it. Half the photo shoots are ridiculous too, un!"

Sasori could imagine the disgust written on Deidara's face. The blond loved to model, but if he didn't see it as something that he could perform beautifully in, he hated it.

"Was it worse than you straddling Hidan with a volcano photoshopped in the background?" That was the moment that Sasori decided he would stop looking at Deidara's photos with other people in them.

"Unbelievably so, un," Deidara grunted, his baritone voice filled with contempt.

"Has anything good happened at all this past month, Deidara?" Even when they were at home Deidara had nothing good to say about the company or agency. It seemed to be stressing the blond out more than anything.

There was a pause on the other line. "We got doughnuts last Thursday, un."

Sasori's brow furrowed as he continued to listen to Deidara rant about what people were doing at work. Itachi wouldn't stop making out with one of the makeup artists and when Sasori inquired if it was the same one from before, Deidara said yes.

"So they're dating?"

"Yeah, but I didn't come into work to see them sucking face every two seconds, un!"

Sasori hummed and told him to continue.

Hidan had been taking more days off of work due to his religion. "Which I have never even heard about until I met him," Deidara said with malice. "I'm still betting you ten bucks that it's made up, un."

"And him having holidays is…" Sasori trailed off.

"Bad, un! It's terrible because Jiraya is making me cover for his shoots and they're making me do crazy shit that only he would do, un!"

Sasori hummed as he got into the middle lane, as the left lane became too crowded. "Have you ever considered, I don't know… Quitting?"

As soon as he said it, Sasori removed his bluetooth and held it at arms length away as Deidara screeched abuses at him a millisecond later. He could nearly feel the vibrations up his arm as Deidara cursed up a storm. Again, Sasori wondered what Deidara looked like and if other drivers thought he was having a bout of road rage. Nope, just complete and utter rage towards his boyfriend.

Two minutes passed and Sasori deemed it safe enough to put the bluetooth back in, Deidara's yelling dying down to a hate-filled growl. When Deidara took a breath, Sasori jumped back into the conversation. "I'm just thinking because you're getting kind of old and–"

"You fucking asshole, un! I am only twenty-six, and just at the peak of my career, un! Do you want me to fail because you think I'm the bread winner in this relationship, is that it?! I bet you just want a house wife–"

Sasori didn't take his bluetooth out fast enough and his right ear was now ringing painfully. The things that Deidara spouted when he was angry was phenomenal.

This time, Deidara didn't even quiet down to allow Sasori to speak again. He ended up hanging up after another screeching insult and Sasori sighed in discontent. He still had forty-five minutes before he got home and now he had no one to talk to. His drive would be unbearable.

He didn't mean to upset Deidara so much, it was just a suggestion because Deidara was getting so stressed out over his career and it was taking a negative toll on him. It had been for the past year. Deidara had made plenty of money from modeling and he was getting on the riper side of modeling so Sasori had been thinking of mentioning to him that it was time to either take a break or quit. He had told him over the phone for a reason, because he was sure that if he told Deidara face to face, he would either be confronted with the most pissed off boyfriend in the world, or get tears. Sasori would almost like the former.

In the end, Sasori didn't even get to voice his other points. He made enough money for the both of them easily, and he felt that Deidara deserved some time off after so many years of work. Sasori once took a month off of work for a well-deserved rest. Granted, he did go stir crazy within the first three days and ended up harassing his boss for some work.

Sasori didn't even notice that he was coming up to his exit and he grimaced at the thought of being five minutes away from either a hostile or sobbing Deidara. It may have been a combination of both.

He drove through their small town and soon came to a well-off neighborhood. He tensed as he saw that Deidara had parked diagonally in the driveway, making it impossible for Sasori to park in his spot or in the garage. He wondered if the neighbors were anticipating a fight with how much Deidara was acting out.

Sasori parked by the curb, stepped out of his car and grabbed his briefcase before heading up to the steps that led to the front door. He was already unlocking it because he knew Deidara would lock it out of spite and maybe even put a chair in front of the door to create an even bigger hassle.

Though, surprisingly, when Sasori opened the door, the entryway was clear. He stepped in cautiously and toed off his shoes quietly as he closed the door behind him and set down his briefcase. The sound of a knife snapping against a wooden cutting board echoed from the kitchen and resonated in the rather large house.

Sasori ended up tiptoeing into the kitchen and he only peeked around the corner to see that Deidara's back towards him as he chopped up vegetables. There was something sizzling on the stove, perhaps some chicken but as Sasori stepped closer to take a sniff he accidentally knocked a magnet off the fridge.

He looked down just in time to see Deidara's clay magnet fall to the floor and break into six pieces. Sasori grimaced and tensed as he looked up to see Deidara turned around partially to stare at him. He had the knife raised and Sasori just hoped that he really wouldn't do something that would involve getting the cops called.

Deidara looked down at the magnet and sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Can you clean that up, un?"

Sasori expected more than that. Neither of his predictions were right and it nearly startled him. Was Deidara bottling it up and was just waiting to release hell upon him? Instead of thinking about it longer, Sasori grabbed a dust pan and broom from the hallway closet and brushed up the remains of the clay.

Sasori looked at it and tried to see if it was salvageable when Deidara said, "Just throw it away, it was old anyways, un."

Sasori didn't try hiding his wince as he threw away the clay and placed the dustpan down. "Deidara, I didn't mean to say... what I said over the phone like that–"

Deidara stopped his chopping to raise his hand, obviously not taking any of Sasori's excuses. "I have every right to be pissed off at you, Sasori." Deidara turned around and leaned against the counter as he crossed his arms. "For one, you tell me to quit my job, and then you say it's because of something I have no control over and that I should just give up, un."

Sasori wasn't one to feel guilty on most occasions, because it was usually Deidara's fault whenever something happened, but this ate at the older man. "It's just you've been so stressed, Deidara, and modeling doesn't seem to satisfy you like it did before. I know that, at least for me, when work gets to be too much of a hassle, I need to take a step back and rest a bit." Sasori frowned as he stepped towards Deidara, touching his arm lightly as the blond looked away from him. "Do you think that would help you? I make more than enough money to give you a chance to rest for a little while–"

Deidara huffed loudly and Sasori stopped talking. Deidara was biting his lip and his brow was furrowed in irritation before he finally looked at Sasori again. "I called the company when I got home and told them I'd be taking a break. I didn't really say for how long but just enough time to get away from the scene and clear my head a bit, un."

Sasori couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face and Deidara just narrowed his eyes at him. "Deidara, this is great," he exclaimed as he pulled his boyfriend into a hug and Deidara muttered something under his breath.

"I knew you just wanted a housewife, you old bastard, un," Deidara mumbled into his shoulder and Sasori chuckled and shook his head as he pulled away a little to look at the blond model.

"Not in the slightest. I just want to see you happy, Deidara and I think this is the right path, but only for a little bit."

Deidara scoffed but Sasori's smile didn't waver. "Yeah, I'm thrilled, un."

Sasori chuckled and bumped his forehead with Deidara's. "But you get to sleep in now."

Deidara looked away with another scowl directed towards the floor. "It's useless to do so when you're not there, un." Sasori laughed again and Deidara sighed dramatically before pushing him away. "Go, go, I'm still making dinner and the chicken is going to get dry if I leave it on for any longer, un."

"Fine," Sasori replied as he left the kitchen to get done with some paperwork.

Half an hour later, dinner was ready and when Sasori stepped out, he saw the table set in what would be a romantic setting. The white table cloth with the gold embroidery was laid out, silverware placed on top of creamy napkins and candles lit on the table. Deidara stood by it all, the plates already set. He looked worn out but satisfied.

"Come on, let's eat before it gets cold, un."

Sasori obliged and sat down with Deidara. The table was small enough that even though they were on opposite ends, their feet could still touch.

When Sasori took his first bite of the well-prepared chicken, Deidara smiled and Sasori didn't know what it was, but he was almost put off. When the blond began eating his own dinner, Sasori brushed it off as nothing.

Dinner consisted of them talking about nothing in particular, mostly random or new things happening at work or what their families were doing. Everything felt lighter and at ease and Sasori believed that the struggle had passed for now. He nearly sighed in relief, until he definitely tasted something that was off with the chicken.

He gave a slow chew as he looked at Deidara carefully. At first Deidara had a deadpan look on his face until a smirk began to slowly creep onto his features.

"What did you do?" Sasori asked carefully as he swallowed what he assumed was the last peace of dinner he would be having.

Deidara shrugged and took a bite of his salad. "Just enacting on a little well-deserved justice, un."

Sasori really didn't want to ask again, afraid of the answer, but when his stomach growled ominously, he shot Deidara a glare.

Deidara responded with a triumphant grin. "Who knew that we had so many laxatives, un."

Sasori's stomach voiced it's displeasures again and the redhead clutched at his abdomen in pain and trepidation. "You–" He stopped short at another growl before he stood up, one arm still around his waist. "When I get back, I am–" He didn't finish as he ran to the bathroom.

Deidara gave a small scoff as he cut a peace of chicken and ate it from his knife. "That's what you get for calling me old, darling, un!" he called out and the only reply he received was the bathroom door slamming shut. Deidara hummed at the creaminess that the chicken had. Revenge wasn't so sweet, more savory to be precise.