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"What do you want to paint then?"

Sasori asked in a soft tone when they had reached their destination, running two fingers along Deidara's soft cheek. Deidara, in turn, blushed and looked at all of the paint-cans. Wow... Everything had changed. New colors, new brushes, new... New paintings?
Surprised when the blonde turned away from him, he watched as he walked up to the newest paintings, examining them. "Wow..." A fair pink color appeared on Sasori's cheeks when he noticed the blonde was looking at a... Kind of special painting he had made. "You... You drew a big portrait of me, un?"

What could he answer to that? Well, he guessed a little smile and a nod worked. Yeah, it did. "D-danna, It's beautiful..." Anything Sasori painted was beautiful. Really. He had style... Professional style.

"It's not as beautiful as the real thing though." Coming closer, Sasori's strong arms wrapped around the blonde's waist, kissing his head. "Not even close."
Feeling... More than very flattered, Deidara chuckled and turned his head, looking up at the redhead. Well... 'Up', Sasori was a bit taller that him. But he liked it that way, so. "Thanks Danna..." "You know," He smiled a bit, almost a little bit sad. Or as if he was remembering a sad feeling he had experienced. "I drew it because I missed you, so much... In fact, I've painted a lot of Deidaras these past five years." That made the blonde burst out laughing, and he shook his head a bit. "Oh Danna... I guess I'll tell you a secret then... I accidentally sketched you in all of my notebooks, un."

Chuckling, Sasori let go of his wonderful blonde, smiling at him.
Sure, he did let go of him. But if the blonde got out of sight, for more than half a second, he swore, he would freak out. He would never ever let go of his Deidara again...

Wait...

Wait, he wasn't supposed to think about that.
Right.

"So, do you know what to paint yet?"

"Hmm, can't we just improvise, un?~"

The blonde said that in a quite seductive voice, picking up a brush and opening almost all paint-cans. He stood up on his sexy legs, poking Sasori's nose with his brush. "Okay?"
Sasori just blinked a few times, before smirking and nodding. "Alright Dei..." Anything you want...

As they began painting, Sasori couldn't ignore the fact that... That...
Rawr, those legs... That flat, perfect chest, the blonde, long, beautiful hair. The blue passioned, concentrated eyes, the flawless skin, cute nose, a bit flushed cheeks, fine shoulders, firm ass, dark-blue fac- Wait a minute...

Hold on.

Dark-blue face?

Shaking off his thoughts about Deidara's hot body, Sasori noticed that... Deidara's whole face had suddenly gotten covered with paint. "W-what happened?" He asked, worried, dropping his brush and getting closer to his lover. He took off his own shirt, cleaning the others face with it. "You alright, love?"
When Deidara opened his eyes, Sasori could see no rage in them. Or irritation... Well, that was really weird. "W-"

"HAHA!"

...

About one second later, also Sasori's face, and chest if I might add... Was covered in blue, thick, cold paint.

"... DEI. DA. RA..."

Okay. He wanted an explanation. A good one. Now.

But nope. No explanation. Instead the blonde just gave him a satisfied laughter. "Oh Danna you look silly, un~"

... "Do you find this funny?" Deidara just continued laughing. And Sasori finally pouted and grabbed Deidara's hair, pushing him against the canvas. "DEIDARA, DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY!? YOU KNOW PAINT IS EXPENSIVE! You don't throw it at people!"

Deidara stared blankly at the other for a while.
A... Longer while. More...
Sasori was getting worried, maybe Deidara thought he had been serious...?

Uuuuuntil; "... PFFT..."
Two seconds later, the 'pfft' had turned into a really, really hard, and sweet, laughter, filling the whole room. "OH GOD JUST LOOK AT YOU, DA-NNA!" Deidara wiped off the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. "Hmm I've always thought you look really great in blue, uhn!"

Then they both fell silent for a while, just staring into the others eyes, as if drowning in love.
Deidara's laughter had stopped, and Sasori had nothing to say yet.
Moments like these were weird in a unique way. And they seemed like they could last forever.

Until...
"Hey, Deidara... Close your eyes for a while."
Said man looked a bit confused for a while. But the sweet smile and charming tone Sasori was giving him made him shut his eyes. Ah, big mistake, Deidara...

At first when the redhead took off his cookie monster T-shirt, he guessed it was all good... And the scarf... His hands traveling down the body, slowly, he-

A-and his pants?!

"Sasori-D-danna, what are you doing?" He was about to open his eyes, when he felt how his body suddenly went ice cold. And. Wet.

...

He knew that Sasori had just emptied one of their biggest paint-cans on him... He was completely sure. But he decided to not start yelling his lunges out at the redhead, and not go all PMS-mood on him. Instead he just... Decided he should... Try to not listen to Sasori's beautiful laughter. And instead, he picked up another paint-can, not as big though, and threw it right towards Sasori. Ha! Good shot~ It hit right in-between the redhead's legs~

"OH FUC- OH MY GOD- D- AAAAH-"

THAT BITCH! That hurt! God damn it, it hurt like a bitch!!! Why there!? Why him!? WHY NOW!?

Why did they have to start a paint war NOW of all times!?

Once again, Deidara was laughing his ass off. Too bad, his laughter fell short when Sasori began talking again, "I hope you're proud of yourself... Now I wont be able to touch my dick for at least one week... Oh fuck it hurts down there..." Yeah. That cut Deidara's laughter off, completely. Instead, he smirked. And walked up to the redhead, looking at him. Sasori was obviously holding his hands on his groin, his face saying nothing more but 'pain'. "You sure, un?" Deidara leaned down, putting their foreheads together, staring into the brown eyes, "I take it you don't want to fuck me then?" That smirk just never vanished, and Sasori knew what the blonde had in mind... That kinky blonde... Damn he was sexy...

"Deidara... It's been five whole years. I haven't had sex a single time under these fucking five years... What the hell makes you think I wouldn't want to fuck you? In fact, I'd push you right against that wall and fuck your organs out, right now, if you just asked. But thanks to you, I cannot do that. Not anymore. So - haha - on you, mister."

...

At the beginning of that sentence, Deidara had been smiling wide. Five whole years... God, sometimes Deidara just felt like he didn't deserve Sasori... He was way too wonderful. Way to nice. No one deserved such a faithful, caring, fun, perfect lover. Sure, they had had their bad times too. There had been fighting and arguing. But in the end, their love for each other proved to be strong enough to push all negative things aside.

At the end of the sentence, Deidara was wearing a smug grin though. "Are you really sure about that?" He whispered in that seductive voice. The one that Sasori was way too familiar with. Oh god, he was up to something... And whatever he was up to, Sasori would love it.

Another thing he loved, was the sight of a really attractive Deidara, in front of him, taking his underwear off- WAIT A SECO-

"D-deidara, what are you... Do... Ing...?" He managed to get out. Shit, he felt like a horny teenager or something... Five years and then suddenly bam, he had a naked Deidara in front of him... And not only a naked one, he seemed to be pretty turned on as well! "Oh, Danna, I'm not doing anything that you don't want me to, un." The painting that they had been working on was now forgotten. Deidara's mind was more concentrated on some dirtier things...
He hadn't planned having sex on the day he would be back. But it seemed like none of them wanted to wait anymore.
Feeling those wet fingers on his cheeks, awakened butterflies in Sasori's stomach. It was just amazing. Pure magic, how Deidara could turn the whole atmosphere so sensual, just by giving the redhead one single look, one single sentence...

Deidara chuckled, putting them cheek to cheek. He wasn't surprised over how warm his Danna's cheeks where. If the perfect face wouldn't have been covered by paint, you would probably be able to see a clear, red blush on his face. "You're blushing, un..." "Yeah, w-well..." " A lot..." "Mm..." What did he expect...? He hadn't felt this wonderful feeling in years...
They were both silent as Deidara's arms snaked around Sasori's neck, pushing their bodies together. Seme-Sasori automatically took over, as the redhead noticed how his hands were placed on his blonde's fine waist, feeling him slowly, up and down... It all put a small smile on his lips. Finally it was happening. He was losing his virginity...

Okay, no, that was not what I was supposed to write, sorry... Ahum, let's re-do that. ( I COULDN'T RESIST, ALRIGHT? )

It all put a small smile on his lips. Finally it was happening. He could actually put his hands on the blonde's body, feel him... Smell him, kiss him, share pleasure and happiness, anger, sorrow and guilt with him.

Close his eyes.

Open them.

And he was still there.

He still couldn't believe it! He really couldn't! There was no way to explain the feeling, it was just too much. It was a feeling just as strong as his love to Deidara. Just as strong. And he definitely couldn't explain how strong his love to Deidara was. Definitely not, there was no way to put that in words...

"Do you want to screw me, Danna?"

The redhead smirked, putting a small kiss on that cute nose, while his hands wandered down to Deidara's hips, "Like I said, I don't think I can, after what you did to my poor manhood..." When a laughter came from Deidara, he just smiled. "I'm sure you'll manage, Sa-so-ri~ Otherwise I can just seduce you... If I can just remember how to do that..."

"Oh, trust me, you remember perfectly."

And the lips once again joined, starting a hot, passionated kiss. By now, Sasori's biggest wish was to just get out of his, now, too tight pants. And perhaps they should do this in the bath, since they were both covered in ice-cold paint, and when the said paint would dry... God knows.
These thoughts let go of Sasori though, as soon as he felt cold hands on his chest...

The hands danced down, to the lower parts of Sasori's body. The redhead could feel how his lenght was getting harder and harder, straining to stand up.

Hey, where was Deidara?

Oh, down there...
Our blonde had melted down so he could face his lover's hips. Smirking, he let his nose cuddle in between the other's legs, causing Sasori to give a light moan. Hmm~ Deidara had missed being able to watch his Danna from this position. He liked being passive during sex with Sasori, and he usually wouldn't top.

Well, okay, they were after all an usual homosexual pair, of course he would top some times, what kind of guy would feel okay having a dick in his hole each, single time?

But Sasori was still always the manlier one, even if Deidara would be the one screwing him...
Besides, that didn't happen often.

The blonde's white teeth got a grab at the zipper of Sasori's pants. He pulled the zipper down, slowly, the sound causing shivers to run down poor Sasori's spine. He was so freaking hard right now, so.freaking.hard. The blonde had no idea what he was doing to him, going that slow... Torture, that's what it was.

When the very, very insolent zipper was pulled down, Deidara's eyes looked up at their master. Sasori was looking down at him, and of course, their gazes met. A lovely feeling appeared in their tummies, and of course, they just both had to smile. "I love you, Sasori." Said man chuckled, running a hand through that massive forest of blonde hair threads. He liked how his uke would use only his first name on small, special occasions. When he was really... Serious about things... Or...

God.

He could see exactly everything that meant something to him, when he looked into those crystal eyes. "Oh, Deidara, I love you too."

Sadly enough, after a while, blue and brown eyes separated. But that didn't mean that the owners of those eyes separated, oh, not at all! It only meant that Deidara make progress in undressing his lover.
He pulled down those irritating pants, and afterwards... Well, putting a few small kisses on the redhead's stomach and tights, he pulled down the black boxers as well, and watched how Sasori's rock hard penis was revealed. "Ngh..." Biting his lip was something he couldn't help... The sight was way too erotic... "Why, I almost forgot how big you actually are, un... Will that really fit inside of me?"

Sasori had to laugh at that. Why there was only one way to find out, wasn't there?
"Nope, it wont~" Smiling, Deidara shook his head, before- Whoa! Opening his mouth and-
"W-w-whaa-aat-" The sudden warmth that appeared around his cock kind of chocked Sasori. No warning or anything! Come on, he wasn't used to this yet! "Shit..."

His eye-lids suddenly fell down, and a feeling of pleasure and frustration hit him. Such pleasure, such massive, wonderful pleasure... The hands finding support on his ass and leg, the tongue that was running around, up and down, to the sides, every way possible, on Sasori's member. Shit, knowing none other than Deidara was the one causing all of this... It made the butterflies in his stomach go nuts.

Making small, satisfied humming noises as he went, one of Deidara's hands were wrapped around Sasori's cock, as he let his mouth take a little pause, since he did after all still need air, even though he didn't feel the need at all... He was way to into this. "Mm, Danna is so hard..." The redhead bit his lip. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
He was good.

Sasori had no idea what to do. He needed to... Sit down, lie down, something... His legs were failing him. The pleasure caused by the wonderful hand-job and the perfect voice was making him dizzy...
Sadly enough, the painting they had been working on was the only thing behind him, and he did not want to lean against that. After all, he was all covered in paint. Leaning against the canvas behind him would mess up their art in progress, so he-

"AAH, FUCK!"

Eyes shooting open in shock, he couldn't help it anymore, he had to lean against whatever was behind him, he didn't really care anymore, he couldn't. He couldn't help it when that feeling appeared again.
Deidara carefully sucked the tip of Sasori's dick, going deeper and deeper, taking his time. When Sasori leaned back, Deidara just followed, not really noticing that he had just leaned against their painting. That wasn't really then thing on his mind right now...
Smirking, he felt Sasori starting to move his hips, thrusting his cock into Deidara's warm mouth. Neither Deidara's mouth, or Deidara himself minded, but after a while, he decided he had to move on.
After lapping the others balls a little, he stood up, standing face to face with a panting, pleasured Sasori, who had been looking down at his uke all the time, just admiring how hot he was.

And he was... Really hot, he had to say.

But no matter how hot he was, today, Sasori didn't feel like he wanted to hold Deidara up against a wall and fuck him raw. Not today. He had realized, this was their first time, after five years. Why couldn't it be more special than that? A memory for life? Something they could... Share together, where love and emotions and respect was involved...

Sure, just having wild sex was something both of them loved, but...
But today... Tonight...

"Deidara," Letting his arms wrap around the other, in a protective and loving manner, he kissed his forehead, letting their bodies rub together, as he spoke softly, "Let me make love to you."

Tonight was special.

As a smile appeared on Deidara's lips, Sasori could only hold him closer, feeling how his neck was finding attention from Deidara's lips. Small, pretty sounds of Deidara kissing him, making him want to kiss him back. Kiss him forever.

And, a long, passionated kiss was shared between them.
Their mouths and tongues rubbing together, while their cocks would brush against each other, their hands and arms would entwine and become one, and their love would be shared.

Nothing was held back as the two continued to show their love for each other in the form of pleasure and care.
"I love you."
They suddenly said in unison.
And a pair of true smiles were born.

From that point, nothing was said, for nothing was needed to be said.
This; just how wonderful wasn't it that they had each other? Every single person on earth wishes for a perfect mate, and both Deidara and Sasori were so thankful, they had happened to meet each other, here in this city, in this life, in this universe.

He was so focused on Deidara... So focused, he hadn't noticed how they had switched positions from standing up, to sitting down, to lying down, kissing, touching, moaning and reading each other.
Sasori had forgot all about the part where you penetrated your partner...

Almost.

Not wasting any time to ask if his blonde wanted any preparation or not, he held his fingers before the blonde, as he was lying next to him on the floor, their bodies facing each other, with Deidara's legs all around Sasori.
Opening his mouth to let it wrap around Sasori's fingers, he began sucking at the tip of the digits, letting his saliva coat them perfectly. Whining, Sasori didn't bare watching... So he joined the blonde, helping him to lick his own fingers. Their tongues playfully met at moments, just to part. Until Sasori moved his hand away from their mouths, just to use them to finger Deidara's tight hole.

It felt great having Sasori's fingers playing around his entrance, but he hadn't been penetrated in a pretty long time, and he had to admit, when Sasori finally slowly began pushing two fingers inside of him, it hurt.

"Nhh..." Hands grabbing his seme's shoulders, Deidara shut his eyes, pushing himself closer to Sasori, trying to not think of the pain that was increasing. But it was difficult... Sure, he knew Sasori was doing his best to be gentle, but still...
"You're tense," He heard Sasori whisper, putting a comforting kiss on his forehead. His free hand that was wrapped around his love, moved to cup his cheek instead.
He let the two of them look into each others eyes. Drown, disappear in their lover's perfect orbs.
"Relax."
"U-uh-nnn..."

Deidara knew Sasori was the one he loved. He knew that the two of them would be together forever. You see, the thought of splitting up was just something that Deidara could laugh at, because, hey, he knew it would never happen. He knew, he was sure, because of this feeling he got... Like, the feeling he was having now. The feeling that appeared when Sasori's eyes was right before him, and they were near in such a passionated way.

"O-ooh, yes..."

He knew it was real, pure happiness.
Sasori made him feel happy.

To be alive.
Blessed.

"There," As if waking up from a dream, Deidara rose his brows, feeling Sasori's three fingers leaving his ass. When had he...? Ah... "That wasn't so bad, was it now?" Chuckling a bit, the redhead made Deidara face away from him. Perhaps that was a really good idea, because he doubted he would be able to go on for long if he would be able to see Deidara's face as they were going at it...
"No." Deidara admitted in a pleasured, low tone, as one of his his leg was held up slightly by Sasori's strong arm, and his waist was embraced by the other arm. He swore he could have laughed in joy as Sasori put teasing, sweet kisses on his shoulder, and stroked his nipples a bit, his cock resting right outside Deidara's hole. Sure it was wonderful and all, but damn, it was pretty frustrating being put in a position like that.
He just wanted Sasori to... Well, slam in...

Before doing that though, Sasori spit on his hand, making sure his penis was wet enough. Eventually, he was done stroking himself, and could push into his love. A liiittle bit.

"Aaah- Sasori..." The blue eyes were flooding with lust, hands searching for something to grab. It was frustrating when he couldn't find anything, but really, there were other things he had to worry about;
"Is that good?" Sasori mumbled, furrowing his eyes in concentration. Shit this was... How should he describe it? The feeling of being able to be this close to his love of life, hear him whining and calling his name... It was...
Erotic.
But also very... Glorious.

"Un, Danna, that's just perfect- AH!~"
Now all way in, he could only smile at Deidara's sounds of pleasure, and join him, letting a faint grunt leave him. How Deidara fit so well around him... It was admirable~

Letting himself slide out, just to thrust back inside, they both gave a pleasured moan. Okay, starting now, nothing else in the world was visible to the two. But themselves.
It did not take long for those two to find a perfect, stable rhythm. Or change position. After changing a few times, they settled with Sasori leaning to the shelve, sitting down, having Deidara riding him. It showed out to be a very nice position. But perhaps not such a smart one... Why?

Heh.

"Oh, oh, oh-"
There was no way he could possibly not make a sound at each movement. Each thrust, he died a little bit inside. They would moan, each thrust, they would look at each other with love in their eyes. Sasori couldn't look away, even though the sight just made him more aroused than he already was, if that was even possible.
His hands were supporting the blonde by holding them up in front of him, for Deidara to hold. He loved how Deidara's hands fit perfectly in his own. Like two puzzle pieces, only two, created only for each other.
He loved how, even though he was moaning in pleasure, the love on his face wouldn't vanish. No matter how fast they would go, it wasn't all about pleasure or sex, it was love as well.
He loved him... So much...

"D-deidahra, you are- UH!" He had to suddenly shut his eyes, feeling Deidara slip back on him again, before pushing up again. Shit that guy knew how to do it.
"You... Are b-beautiful- Ah-" He managed to mumble, opening his eyes slightly to see that pretty smile form on Deidara's rosy lips. His blushing, perfect face, soft, wet lips, hazy eyes, messy hair... All half covered with blue paint, just to make it all even more erotic and wet and sloppy...
The sound of their bodies slamming together at each thrust. Shit, no, he couldn't go on much longer... Hell...

"T-th-AAA-nk you- NNH-"
Was Deidara's reply. And it was a very demanding job to talk while having sex, but apparently anything was possible when Deidara and Sasori made love.

He wished for them to be as close as possible, in the end.
So, he decided to let Deidara rest in his embrace as they continued rocking their hips together.
As his warm arms were wrapped around his blonde, and Deidara in turn had his arms around Sasori's neck, he began biting and sucking Deidara's shoulders, leaving marks that would hunt his body for at least a few days. He loved the thought of that... Showing what was his...
You see, Deidara was a very attractive young man. And Sasori was a very... Jealous one. Yes, it was true, he was pretty jealous, and he hated it when other men would look at Deidara as if he was... Meat.
Then again, Deidara, being his perfect lover, wasn't the type who let perverts stare at him like that. He'd walk right up to them and tell them to piss off. And, well, if he didn't, Sasori would.

Burying his hands in Sasori's red hair, he let out a scream of true pleasure.
He couldn't explain how much he had missed this... This kind of magic, it felt so right, so good. Making love with Sasori, oh fuck, it was all magnificent. It was more than love.
But sadly, all good things would come to an end, at last. He didn't want this to stop, but they both knew very well it would, soon. "D-danna! Sasori, I ca-AN'T TAKE THIS- M-much l-l-longernhhg!" Gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes, just letting his head rest on Sasori as he kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

Now, why was this position such a dumb position?
Because, well, they were leaning to the shelf. And what was on the shelf?

Many, many cans of paint, in the colors of the rainbow...
And, for each thrust, these cans would move a liiittle bit forward.

Until they would;

"D-dei, let's- NN- come together-"

"A-aah! Yes, Danna!-"

Still moving with his love, Sasori let their lips once again connect, as he began stroking the blonde's dick, letting Deidara have a wonderful hand-job, before they would reach their very limits.

The pleasure now being on the highest level possible, they went as fast as possible, sharing a passionated, emotional and, as they would have described it: artistic French kiss. Together, that was what they were, but in all ways possible. Sasori was literally inside of Deidara, their minds and feeling sharing a impeccable connection.
It felt amazing, to be so near the one you truly loved.

Feeling how the fluid was ready to burst out, it only took three more thrust for them to reach the end of the line, with a pair of pleasured screams. A pair of pleasured screams that filled the room and danced out the window, making anyone out there wonder, what was going on in there?

It had been so silent the last five years.

It sure was a wonderful thing, being able to hear your lover scream out your name in pure love and ecstasy. It all made sense to them now, how much they meant for each other. What a big thing it was, this feeling called love. How such simple things as being able to hear another humans voice could mean so damn much.
He realized just how pleased it made him. They both realized.

If the world was mine

Sasori came deep inside his beloved, and Deidara's semen squirted all over their chests and stomachs. That wasn't the only white thing that squirted over their stomachs though...
The last thrust had also been the last little thud needed for at least half of the open cans on the shelves to fall down, and let the two lovers experience a rain of rainbow-paint. This was just something that made it all feel even better, when they reached their climax, it kind of added to the weird pleasure, but when the sexual excitement was gone, and they realized what just happened...

"U-uuh..."

Panting heavily, Deidara opened eyes, noticing how his body had suddenly changed temperature... What the fuck? How was that even- He just had sex! ( I JUST HAD SEEEX ) He was supposed to be all warm and- ... Why was Sasori covered in pink and green and purple and-

The grey eyes looked up in confusion, seeing what he really wished he would not see...
Yup.

All the small cans had just fell down on them...

'Meow.'

The blonde looked to his side, seeing a... Orange/blue cat sitting right beside them.
Sighing, but still smiling, he picked up the cat and let it rest between him and a very, very annoyed Sasori.
"Stupid... Cans of... Paint, fucking shelf, why did it have to be right there? Dumb cat, you freaking pervert, who said you could watch anyways? Shit now I have to go buy more of th-"
The redhead's toxic mumbling was cut off by a chuckling antidote called Deidara, who simply put a sugar-sweet smootch on his lips, giving him a smile that was just as sweet, while using his fingers to get rid of the paint on Sasori's eye-lids, that was keeping him from opening his eyes. "We'll go buy some paint tomorrow. Together, un. Okay?"

I'd paint it gold and green

That was everything Sasori needed. It was just enough for his anger to vanish, in one single wipe. "Mm." He smiled back, returning the kiss, before looking down at the cat between them. Stupid... Thing. This was just free porn for him, wasn't it...

"But for now you should just get off me, so we can go take a quick shower."
Really now, if Deidara kept sitting where he was sitting, with Sasori's cock deep inside him and all, he might become hard again...
"Un."

I'd make the oceans orange
For a brilliant color scheme

So, what can I say?

Two men took a bath, not a shower. A very, very, very nice, long bath, with a very delighted thing called Puffer being held by a very delighted blonde, and a very delighted blonde being held by a very delighted Sasori.

Not that much was said, actually, they found it more comfortable to be quiet, listening to each other breathing...
That, they could finally do now.

And, well, after the chillaxing bath, Deidara had to eat. It took around five minutes for them to be four waffles poorer...
But it was worth it, 'cause watching Deidara eat was one of the cutest things Sasori had seen in a long time. He didn't care how weird it was, he thought it was cute, shut up!

Two exhausted men, finally ended up brushing their teeth.
The blonde, now being dressed up in a too big T-shirt and a pair of boxers, laid down on the bed he had once been so used to lying on.

After five year he thought he would maybe forget feelings like lying down his own bed, or walking past that painting in the hall, having Sasori smiling at him, and Puffer meowing at him...
But it was all there. He felt so welcome in each one of those feelings.

I would color all the mountains
Make the sky forever blue

It was as if he hadn't painted in five years. He hadn't held a brush in five years, he hadn't used the thousands of colors he used to create beautiful things with.
And he had thought that he could no longer paint. He could no longer remember, how he should let the brush dance over the canvas.
But the moment his fingers finally got to regain that feeling of holding a brush again, his hand had began moving automatically. He barely had to think. All he had to do was hold his hand up. His soul did the rest.

So the world would be a painting

Yes, Deidara felt very welcome, in these feeling that appeared when he had Sasori with him.

And I'd live inside with you

The feeling of Sasori lying down next to him, for example...
Putting small, caring kisses down his neck, whispering sweet nothings as he caressed his heated body. "You're so georgeous, Dei," He heard a smooth, manly voice in his ear, giving him the chills. How did Sasori do that!? How did he flatter Deidara in such a way? He hated it when people tried to impress him or sweet-talk, or coax him into things, but...
But whenever Sasori did it, it felt great. "So georgeous..."
Turning towards said man, who was only wearing underwear, he rubbed their noses together, smiling.

His smile was returned.
The sweet whispering was returned.
"Why aren't we personable, Danna?~"
Sasori just chuckled, as he was lying there with Deidara, on the bed, the covers keeping them warm.
The silence once again fell in.
Not that they wanted to sleep, oh no, not at all. They kept staring at each other, and they would have continued, if a white, lonely little someone hadn't climbed up on the bed, now walking around by their feet.
Stupid... Cute thing.
Sasori reached out and let Puffer see he was welcome to join them in their snuggling. The cat gladly walked up to them, purring as he lied down in Sasori's hold, his soft fur pressed up against the artist's. Deidara just watched, and noticed his smile had melted away...
The feeling he had, the sight, it kind of reminded him that this was... Well, it was his family. Sort of. Sasori was his love, the one he would stay with forever, without doubt! And Puffer could be their... Kid, yes.

If the world was mine

Haha...

I'd tell you what I'd do

He didn't know why...

But suddenly he felt the urge to just cry.
But he had cried enough today, damn it.
Damn it...

He felt... Fortune...

I'd wrap the world in ribbons
And then give it all to you

"I missed you, so much, Danna, you-" He bit his lip, inhaling sharply, "You mean so much to me... More than anything, I can't believe how I could leave you for so long... I can't believe I could... Hurt you..." He buried his face in Puffer's fur, feeling how all of these millions emotions were making him bushed.
But no matter how much he tried to think clearly, his mind couldn't register what had happened today.
And, no matter how much Sasori tried, he couldn't either. And he could definitely not say anything. He was pretty speechless.
How many times in life did you see Deidara like this?

It flattered him.

But seeing Deidara cry also made him sad. But tonight, for once, happiness won over sorrow, and he wished for Deidara to feel the same. "Deidara," One of his arms pulled Deidara closer, holding him, as his hand ended up in the wet mess of blonde hair. "I know it's frustrating to have so many feelings stuck in there, I feel the same," Putting a kiss on the blonde's head, he continued, "But for now, let's just accept that we're together again. And that we still love each other, and... Everything will be just like it used to. If you just give it some sleep." He finished his little... Wise, caring speech, stroking the blonde's hair. He felt a tear leave his eye, as he did that.

Shit... Shit, what had Deidara done to him...

I'd teach the birds such lovely words

How had they... When did all of this happen?
Shit... Holy fucking shit...

He never thought love on this level was possible. This somehow reminded him of the day before they parted, when they had made love and... Cried together...
"I-I don't deserve you..." Deidara suddenly mumbled, feeling Sasori's hands in his hair again. After five years.

"Nonsense. I don't deserve you."

And he was supposed to hate cheesiness. But this, this was not cheesy, and they were not spoling each other. They were... They were just... "Don't say that, un," Just...

"You know what? I think we both deserve each other. I think we deserve each other more than anyone in this whole world, because... Well at least I wouldn't want to live without you, Dei, and I think we both deserve to live, because we both deserve love. Or at least you do."

"S-see? See? That's what I don't like! Why do you think I don't love you as much as you love me? It makes me really... Sad, Sasori, I don't like it when you-"
"Just because I said we both deserve each other as much, doesn't mean I'm able to believe it..." The redhead made a sad smile, kissing his lover's nose. "It seems too good to be true."

And make 'em sing for you

Looking up from where he was hiding his face, Deidara gave Sasori a sorry but content look. Why did this feeling have to be so... Complicated? He wondered, running a hand down Sasori's cheek. "Mm, all right, Sasori, just... Don't cry because of me... Please...?" He smiled, hoping Sasori would listen. If Sasori listened... He would too...

I'd put those stars right in a jar and

"It's not..." He began, but...
Seeing that wonderful smile on his partner's lips, he just sighed, automatically smiling back. "I... Okay."
They hugged, and took a moment to calm down. This was like... Having your period. Emotions just welled up, for random reasons. "I'll always love you, Danna, un. I'd do anything for you." The smile just stayed where it was standing, right on Sasori's lips, as he replied. "For all eternity, Dei. I would die for you."

If the blonde just asked, Sasori would even go as far as giving him all of the stars that lived on the sky.

Give them all

So, this love thing, that we're able to share with someone...

It is a very weird thing.
And understanding it takes time.

Describing it... Takes even more time than understanding it.

To type it all very simply;

Love is nothing you can describe: The reason why it actually is so hard to describe.

We could say that, love, is the only thing in life that wont fail.
Love never ever fails. Love might stumble, but it will never fail. Love does always, no matter what, get up on it's feet again. It does not give up. It doesn't fail.

Sometimes, love is misunderstood.
Sometimes, we think that we are feeling love, but, something shows up to prove us wrong.

That is not true love, for, true love will not collapse.

When you're in love with someone, there is a person you want to read. The person you're in love with, is someone you want to learn all about. It's a person who you'll never stop learning from, and that is okay, for you never find these lessons against your pleasure.

Pleasure, is something you're able to share with your true love, in different kinds of way. But no matter what, pleasure between you and your love is never one-sided. Love is not self-seeking.

Love is an emotion.
A comfortable one.

When there is love, there is no such thing as pride, anger, or shame. Or secrets.

Not all people get to feel love, so, we could see it as a gift. We could see it as faith, or, we could even see it as an illusion.

You'd do anything for your true love.
You'd do anything with your true love.
You'd do anything to please your true love, and your true love would return all of your sacrifices.

Love is what will never end.
Love is patient, and in return, you have to be patient when it comes to love.

As foolish as it might sound, when you've sold your soul to love, you will never need anything else.
You could be put on a deserted island for the rest of your life, but with your lover by your side, you would not complain, or feel unhappy.

It's the house where you live, where everything you need and everything you treasure lives.

That's love.

And love never fails.

That's what makes it so unique. And special.

"Goodnight, Danna, un."

"Goodnight, love."

To you

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"What do you want to paint then?"

Sasori asked in a soft tone when they had reached their destination, running two fingers along Deidara's soft cheek. Deidara, in turn, blushed and looked at all of the paint-cans. Wow... Everything had changed. New colors, new brushes, new... New paintings?
Surprised when the blonde turned away from him, he watched as he walked up to the newest paintings, examining them. "Wow..." A fair pink color appeared on Sasori's cheeks when he noticed the blonde was looking at a... Kind of special painting he had made. "You... You drew a big portrait of me, un?"

What could he answer to that? Well, he guessed a little smile and a nod worked. Yeah, it did. "D-danna, It's beautiful..." Anything Sasori painted was beautiful. Really. He had style... Professional style.

"It's not as beautiful as the real thing though." Coming closer, Sasori's strong arms wrapped around the blonde's waist, kissing his head. "Not even close."
Feeling... More than very flattered, Deidara chuckled and turned his head, looking up at the redhead. Well... 'Up', Sasori was a bit taller that him. But he liked it that way, so. "Thanks Danna..." "You know," He smiled a bit, almost a little bit sad. Or as if he was remembering a sad feeling he had experienced. "I drew it because I missed you, so much... In fact, I've painted a lot of Deidaras these past five years." That made the blonde burst out laughing, and he shook his head a bit. "Oh Danna... I guess I'll tell you a secret then... I accidentally sketched you in all of my notebooks, un."

Chuckling, Sasori let go of his wonderful blonde, smiling at him.
Sure, he did let go of him. But if the blonde got out of sight, for more than half a second, he swore, he would freak out. He would never ever let go of his Deidara again...

Wait...

Wait, he wasn't supposed to think about that.
Right.

"So, do you know what to paint yet?"

"Hmm, can't we just improvise, un?~"

The blonde said that in a quite seductive voice, picking up a brush and opening almost all paint-cans. He stood up on his sexy legs, poking Sasori's nose with his brush. "Okay?"
Sasori just blinked a few times, before smirking and nodding. "Alright Dei..." Anything you want...

As they began painting, Sasori couldn't ignore the fact that... That...
Rawr, those legs... That flat, perfect chest, the blonde, long, beautiful hair. The blue passioned, concentrated eyes, the flawless skin, cute nose, a bit flushed cheeks, fine shoulders, firm ass, dark-blue fac- Wait a minute...

Hold on.

Dark-blue face?

Shaking off his thoughts about Deidara's hot body, Sasori noticed that... Deidara's whole face had suddenly gotten covered with paint. "W-what happened?" He asked, worried, dropping his brush and getting closer to his lover. He took off his own shirt, cleaning the others face with it. "You alright, love?"
When Deidara opened his eyes, Sasori could see no rage in them. Or irritation... Well, that was really weird. "W-"

"HAHA!"

...

About one second later, also Sasori's face, and chest if I might add... Was covered in blue, thick, cold paint.

"... DEI. DA. RA..."

Okay. He wanted an explanation. A good one. Now.

But nope. No explanation. Instead the blonde just gave him a satisfied laughter. "Oh Danna you look silly, un~"

... "Do you find this funny?" Deidara just continued laughing. And Sasori finally pouted and grabbed Deidara's hair, pushing him against the canvas. "DEIDARA, DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY!? YOU KNOW PAINT IS EXPENSIVE! You don't throw it at people!"

Deidara stared blankly at the other for a while.
A... Longer while. More...
Sasori was getting worried, maybe Deidara thought he had been serious...?

Uuuuuntil; "... PFFT..."
Two seconds later, the 'pfft' had turned into a really, really hard, and sweet, laughter, filling the whole room. "OH GOD JUST LOOK AT YOU, DA-NNA!" Deidara wiped off the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. "Hmm I've always thought you look really great in blue, uhn!"

Then they both fell silent for a while, just staring into the others eyes, as if drowning in love.
Deidara's laughter had stopped, and Sasori had nothing to say yet.
Moments like these were weird in a unique way. And they seemed like they could last forever.

Until...
"Hey, Deidara... Close your eyes for a while."
Said man looked a bit confused for a while. But the sweet smile and charming tone Sasori was giving him made him shut his eyes. Ah, big mistake, Deidara...

At first when the redhead took off his cookie monster T-shirt, he guessed it was all good... And the scarf... His hands traveling down the body, slowly, he-

A-and his pants?!

"Sasori-D-danna, what are you doing?" He was about to open his eyes, when he felt how his body suddenly went ice cold. And. Wet.

...

He knew that Sasori had just emptied one of their biggest paint-cans on him... He was completely sure. But he decided to not start yelling his lunges out at the redhead, and not go all PMS-mood on him. Instead he just... Decided he should... Try to not listen to Sasori's beautiful laughter. And instead, he picked up another paint-can, not as big though, and threw it right towards Sasori. Ha! Good shot~ It hit right in-between the redhead's legs~

"OH FUC- OH MY GOD- D- AAAAH-"

THAT BITCH! That hurt! God damn it, it hurt like a bitch!!! Why there!? Why him!? WHY NOW!?

Why did they have to start a paint war NOW of all times!?

Once again, Deidara was laughing his ass off. Too bad, his laughter fell short when Sasori began talking again, "I hope you're proud of yourself... Now I wont be able to touch my dick for at least one week... Oh fuck it hurts down there..." Yeah. That cut Deidara's laughter off, completely. Instead, he smirked. And walked up to the redhead, looking at him. Sasori was obviously holding his hands on his groin, his face saying nothing more but 'pain'. "You sure, un?" Deidara leaned down, putting their foreheads together, staring into the brown eyes, "I take it you don't want to fuck me then?" That smirk just never vanished, and Sasori knew what the blonde had in mind... That kinky blonde... Damn he was sexy...

"Deidara... It's been five whole years. I haven't had sex a single time under these fucking five years... What the hell makes you think I wouldn't want to fuck you? In fact, I'd push you right against that wall and fuck your organs out, right now, if you just asked. But thanks to you, I cannot do that. Not anymore. So - haha - on you, mister."

...

At the beginning of that sentence, Deidara had been smiling wide. Five whole years... God, sometimes Deidara just felt like he didn't deserve Sasori... He was way too wonderful. Way to nice. No one deserved such a faithful, caring, fun, perfect lover. Sure, they had had their bad times too. There had been fighting and arguing. But in the end, their love for each other proved to be strong enough to push all negative things aside.

At the end of the sentence, Deidara was wearing a smug grin though. "Are you really sure about that?" He whispered in that seductive voice. The one that Sasori was way too familiar with. Oh god, he was up to something... And whatever he was up to, Sasori would love it.

Another thing he loved, was the sight of a really attractive Deidara, in front of him, taking his underwear off- WAIT A SECO-

"D-deidara, what are you... Do... Ing...?" He managed to get out. Shit, he felt like a horny teenager or something... Five years and then suddenly bam, he had a naked Deidara in front of him... And not only a naked one, he seemed to be pretty turned on as well! "Oh, Danna, I'm not doing anything that you don't want me to, un." The painting that they had been working on was now forgotten. Deidara's mind was more concentrated on some dirtier things...
He hadn't planned having sex on the day he would be back. But it seemed like none of them wanted to wait anymore.
Feeling those wet fingers on his cheeks, awakened butterflies in Sasori's stomach. It was just amazing. Pure magic, how Deidara could turn the whole atmosphere so sensual, just by giving the redhead one single look, one single sentence...

Deidara chuckled, putting them cheek to cheek. He wasn't surprised over how warm his Danna's cheeks where. If the perfect face wouldn't have been covered by paint, you would probably be able to see a clear, red blush on his face. "You're blushing, un..." "Yeah, w-well..." " A lot..." "Mm..." What did he expect...? He hadn't felt this wonderful feeling in years...
They were both silent as Deidara's arms snaked around Sasori's neck, pushing their bodies together. Seme-Sasori automatically took over, as the redhead noticed how his hands were placed on his blonde's fine waist, feeling him slowly, up and down... It all put a small smile on his lips. Finally it was happening. He was losing his virginity...

Okay, no, that was not what I was supposed to write, sorry... Ahum, let's re-do that. ( I COULDN'T RESIST, ALRIGHT? )

It all put a small smile on his lips. Finally it was happening. He could actually put his hands on the blonde's body, feel him... Smell him, kiss him, share pleasure and happiness, anger, sorrow and guilt with him.

Close his eyes.

Open them.

And he was still there.

He still couldn't believe it! He really couldn't! There was no way to explain the feeling, it was just too much. It was a feeling just as strong as his love to Deidara. Just as strong. And he definitely couldn't explain how strong his love to Deidara was. Definitely not, there was no way to put that in words...

"Do you want to screw me, Danna?"

The redhead smirked, putting a small kiss on that cute nose, while his hands wandered down to Deidara's hips, "Like I said, I don't think I can, after what you did to my poor manhood..." When a laughter came from Deidara, he just smiled. "I'm sure you'll manage, Sa-so-ri~ Otherwise I can just seduce you... If I can just remember how to do that..."

"Oh, trust me, you remember perfectly."

And the lips once again joined, starting a hot, passionated kiss. By now, Sasori's biggest wish was to just get out of his, now, too tight pants. And perhaps they should do this in the bath, since they were both covered in ice-cold paint, and when the said paint would dry... God knows.
These thoughts let go of Sasori though, as soon as he felt cold hands on his chest...

The hands danced down, to the lower parts of Sasori's body. The redhead could feel how his lenght was getting harder and harder, straining to stand up.

Hey, where was Deidara?

Oh, down there...
Our blonde had melted down so he could face his lover's hips. Smirking, he let his nose cuddle in between the other's legs, causing Sasori to give a light moan. Hmm~ Deidara had missed being able to watch his Danna from this position. He liked being passive during sex with Sasori, and he usually wouldn't top.

Well, okay, they were after all an usual homosexual pair, of course he would top some times, what kind of guy would feel okay having a dick in his hole each, single time?

But Sasori was still always the manlier one, even if Deidara would be the one screwing him...
Besides, that didn't happen often.

The blonde's white teeth got a grab at the zipper of Sasori's pants. He pulled the zipper down, slowly, the sound causing shivers to run down poor Sasori's spine. He was so freaking hard right now, so.freaking.hard. The blonde had no idea what he was doing to him, going that slow... Torture, that's what it was.

When the very, very insolent zipper was pulled down, Deidara's eyes looked up at their master. Sasori was looking down at him, and of course, their gazes met. A lovely feeling appeared in their tummies, and of course, they just both had to smile. "I love you, Sasori." Said man chuckled, running a hand through that massive forest of blonde hair threads. He liked how his uke would use only his first name on small, special occasions. When he was really... Serious about things... Or...

God.

He could see exactly everything that meant something to him, when he looked into those crystal eyes. "Oh, Deidara, I love you too."

Sadly enough, after a while, blue and brown eyes separated. But that didn't mean that the owners of those eyes separated, oh, not at all! It only meant that Deidara make progress in undressing his lover.
He pulled down those irritating pants, and afterwards... Well, putting a few small kisses on the redhead's stomach and tights, he pulled down the black boxers as well, and watched how Sasori's rock hard penis was revealed. "Ngh..." Biting his lip was something he couldn't help... The sight was way too erotic... "Why, I almost forgot how big you actually are, un... Will that really fit inside of me?"

Sasori had to laugh at that. Why there was only one way to find out, wasn't there?
"Nope, it wont~" Smiling, Deidara shook his head, before- Whoa! Opening his mouth and-
"W-w-whaa-aat-" The sudden warmth that appeared around his cock kind of chocked Sasori. No warning or anything! Come on, he wasn't used to this yet! "Shit..."

His eye-lids suddenly fell down, and a feeling of pleasure and frustration hit him. Such pleasure, such massive, wonderful pleasure... The hands finding support on his ass and leg, the tongue that was running around, up and down, to the sides, every way possible, on Sasori's member. Shit, knowing none other than Deidara was the one causing all of this... It made the butterflies in his stomach go nuts.

Making small, satisfied humming noises as he went, one of Deidara's hands were wrapped around Sasori's cock, as he let his mouth take a little pause, since he did after all still need air, even though he didn't feel the need at all... He was way to into this. "Mm, Danna is so hard..." The redhead bit his lip. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
He was good.

Sasori had no idea what to do. He needed to... Sit down, lie down, something... His legs were failing him. The pleasure caused by the wonderful hand-job and the perfect voice was making him dizzy...
Sadly enough, the painting they had been working on was the only thing behind him, and he did not want to lean against that. After all, he was all covered in paint. Leaning against the canvas behind him would mess up their art in progress, so he-

"AAH, FUCK!"

Eyes shooting open in shock, he couldn't help it anymore, he had to lean against whatever was behind him, he didn't really care anymore, he couldn't. He couldn't help it when that feeling appeared again.
Deidara carefully sucked the tip of Sasori's dick, going deeper and deeper, taking his time. When Sasori leaned back, Deidara just followed, not really noticing that he had just leaned against their painting. That wasn't really then thing on his mind right now...
Smirking, he felt Sasori starting to move his hips, thrusting his cock into Deidara's warm mouth. Neither Deidara's mouth, or Deidara himself minded, but after a while, he decided he had to move on.
After lapping the others balls a little, he stood up, standing face to face with a panting, pleasured Sasori, who had been looking down at his uke all the time, just admiring how hot he was.

And he was... Really hot, he had to say.

But no matter how hot he was, today, Sasori didn't feel like he wanted to hold Deidara up against a wall and fuck him raw. Not today. He had realized, this was their first time, after five years. Why couldn't it be more special than that? A memory for life? Something they could... Share together, where love and emotions and respect was involved...

Sure, just having wild sex was something both of them loved, but...
But today... Tonight...

"Deidara," Letting his arms wrap around the other, in a protective and loving manner, he kissed his forehead, letting their bodies rub together, as he spoke softly, "Let me make love to you."

Tonight was special.

As a smile appeared on Deidara's lips, Sasori could only hold him closer, feeling how his neck was finding attention from Deidara's lips. Small, pretty sounds of Deidara kissing him, making him want to kiss him back. Kiss him forever.

And, a long, passionated kiss was shared between them.
Their mouths and tongues rubbing together, while their cocks would brush against each other, their hands and arms would entwine and become one, and their love would be shared.

Nothing was held back as the two continued to show their love for each other in the form of pleasure and care.
"I love you."
They suddenly said in unison.
And a pair of true smiles were born.

From that point, nothing was said, for nothing was needed to be said.
This; just how wonderful wasn't it that they had each other? Every single person on earth wishes for a perfect mate, and both Deidara and Sasori were so thankful, they had happened to meet each other, here in this city, in this life, in this universe.

He was so focused on Deidara... So focused, he hadn't noticed how they had switched positions from standing up, to sitting down, to lying down, kissing, touching, moaning and reading each other.
Sasori had forgot all about the part where you penetrated your partner...

Almost.

Not wasting any time to ask if his blonde wanted any preparation or not, he held his fingers before the blonde, as he was lying next to him on the floor, their bodies facing each other, with Deidara's legs all around Sasori.
Opening his mouth to let it wrap around Sasori's fingers, he began sucking at the tip of the digits, letting his saliva coat them perfectly. Whining, Sasori didn't bare watching... So he joined the blonde, helping him to lick his own fingers. Their tongues playfully met at moments, just to part. Until Sasori moved his hand away from their mouths, just to use them to finger Deidara's tight hole.

It felt great having Sasori's fingers playing around his entrance, but he hadn't been penetrated in a pretty long time, and he had to admit, when Sasori finally slowly began pushing two fingers inside of him, it hurt.

"Nhh..." Hands grabbing his seme's shoulders, Deidara shut his eyes, pushing himself closer to Sasori, trying to not think of the pain that was increasing. But it was difficult... Sure, he knew Sasori was doing his best to be gentle, but still...
"You're tense," He heard Sasori whisper, putting a comforting kiss on his forehead. His free hand that was wrapped around his love, moved to cup his cheek instead.
He let the two of them look into each others eyes. Drown, disappear in their lover's perfect orbs.
"Relax."
"U-uh-nnn..."

Deidara knew Sasori was the one he loved. He knew that the two of them would be together forever. You see, the thought of splitting up was just something that Deidara could laugh at, because, hey, he knew it would never happen. He knew, he was sure, because of this feeling he got... Like, the feeling he was having now. The feeling that appeared when Sasori's eyes was right before him, and they were near in such a passionated way.

"O-ooh, yes..."

He knew it was real, pure happiness.
Sasori made him feel happy.

To be alive.
Blessed.

"There," As if waking up from a dream, Deidara rose his brows, feeling Sasori's three fingers leaving his ass. When had he...? Ah... "That wasn't so bad, was it now?" Chuckling a bit, the redhead made Deidara face away from him. Perhaps that was a really good idea, because he doubted he would be able to go on for long if he would be able to see Deidara's face as they were going at it...
"No." Deidara admitted in a pleasured, low tone, as one of his his leg was held up slightly by Sasori's strong arm, and his waist was embraced by the other arm. He swore he could have laughed in joy as Sasori put teasing, sweet kisses on his shoulder, and stroked his nipples a bit, his cock resting right outside Deidara's hole. Sure it was wonderful and all, but damn, it was pretty frustrating being put in a position like that.
He just wanted Sasori to... Well, slam in...

Before doing that though, Sasori spit on his hand, making sure his penis was wet enough. Eventually, he was done stroking himself, and could push into his love. A liiittle bit.

"Aaah- Sasori..." The blue eyes were flooding with lust, hands searching for something to grab. It was frustrating when he couldn't find anything, but really, there were other things he had to worry about;
"Is that good?" Sasori mumbled, furrowing his eyes in concentration. Shit this was... How should he describe it? The feeling of being able to be this close to his love of life, hear him whining and calling his name... It was...
Erotic.
But also very... Glorious.

"Un, Danna, that's just perfect- AH!~"
Now all way in, he could only smile at Deidara's sounds of pleasure, and join him, letting a faint grunt leave him. How Deidara fit so well around him... It was admirable~

Letting himself slide out, just to thrust back inside, they both gave a pleasured moan. Okay, starting now, nothing else in the world was visible to the two. But themselves.
It did not take long for those two to find a perfect, stable rhythm. Or change position. After changing a few times, they settled with Sasori leaning to the shelve, sitting down, having Deidara riding him. It showed out to be a very nice position. But perhaps not such a smart one... Why?

Heh.

"Oh, oh, oh-"
There was no way he could possibly not make a sound at each movement. Each thrust, he died a little bit inside. They would moan, each thrust, they would look at each other with love in their eyes. Sasori couldn't look away, even though the sight just made him more aroused than he already was, if that was even possible.
His hands were supporting the blonde by holding them up in front of him, for Deidara to hold. He loved how Deidara's hands fit perfectly in his own. Like two puzzle pieces, only two, created only for each other.
He loved how, even though he was moaning in pleasure, the love on his face wouldn't vanish. No matter how fast they would go, it wasn't all about pleasure or sex, it was love as well.
He loved him... So much...

"D-deidahra, you are- UH!" He had to suddenly shut his eyes, feeling Deidara slip back on him again, before pushing up again. Shit that guy knew how to do it.
"You... Are b-beautiful- Ah-" He managed to mumble, opening his eyes slightly to see that pretty smile form on Deidara's rosy lips. His blushing, perfect face, soft, wet lips, hazy eyes, messy hair... All half covered with blue paint, just to make it all even more erotic and wet and sloppy...
The sound of their bodies slamming together at each thrust. Shit, no, he couldn't go on much longer... Hell...

"T-th-AAA-nk you- NNH-"
Was Deidara's reply. And it was a very demanding job to talk while having sex, but apparently anything was possible when Deidara and Sasori made love.

He wished for them to be as close as possible, in the end.
So, he decided to let Deidara rest in his embrace as they continued rocking their hips together.
As his warm arms were wrapped around his blonde, and Deidara in turn had his arms around Sasori's neck, he began biting and sucking Deidara's shoulders, leaving marks that would hunt his body for at least a few days. He loved the thought of that... Showing what was his...
You see, Deidara was a very attractive young man. And Sasori was a very... Jealous one. Yes, it was true, he was pretty jealous, and he hated it when other men would look at Deidara as if he was... Meat.
Then again, Deidara, being his perfect lover, wasn't the type who let perverts stare at him like that. He'd walk right up to them and tell them to piss off. And, well, if he didn't, Sasori would.

Burying his hands in Sasori's red hair, he let out a scream of true pleasure.
He couldn't explain how much he had missed this... This kind of magic, it felt so right, so good. Making love with Sasori, oh fuck, it was all magnificent. It was more than love.
But sadly, all good things would come to an end, at last. He didn't want this to stop, but they both knew very well it would, soon. "D-danna! Sasori, I ca-AN'T TAKE THIS- M-much l-l-longernhhg!" Gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes, just letting his head rest on Sasori as he kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

Now, why was this position such a dumb position?
Because, well, they were leaning to the shelf. And what was on the shelf?

Many, many cans of paint, in the colors of the rainbow...
And, for each thrust, these cans would move a liiittle bit forward.

Until they would;

"D-dei, let's- NN- come together-"

"A-aah! Yes, Danna!-"

Still moving with his love, Sasori let their lips once again connect, as he began stroking the blonde's dick, letting Deidara have a wonderful hand-job, before they would reach their very limits.

The pleasure now being on the highest level possible, they went as fast as possible, sharing a passionated, emotional and, as they would have described it: artistic French kiss. Together, that was what they were, but in all ways possible. Sasori was literally inside of Deidara, their minds and feeling sharing a impeccable connection.
It felt amazing, to be so near the one you truly loved.

Feeling how the fluid was ready to burst out, it only took three more thrust for them to reach the end of the line, with a pair of pleasured screams. A pair of pleasured screams that filled the room and danced out the window, making anyone out there wonder, what was going on in there?

It had been so silent the last five years.

It sure was a wonderful thing, being able to hear your lover scream out your name in pure love and ecstasy. It all made sense to them now, how much they meant for each other. What a big thing it was, this feeling called love. How such simple things as being able to hear another humans voice could mean so damn much.
He realized just how pleased it made him. They both realized.

If the world was mine

Sasori came deep inside his beloved, and Deidara's semen squirted all over their chests and stomachs. That wasn't the only white thing that squirted over their stomachs though...
The last thrust had also been the last little thud needed for at least half of the open cans on the shelves to fall down, and let the two lovers experience a rain of rainbow-paint. This was just something that made it all feel even better, when they reached their climax, it kind of added to the weird pleasure, but when the sexual excitement was gone, and they realized what just happened...

"U-uuh..."

Panting heavily, Deidara opened eyes, noticing how his body had suddenly changed temperature... What the fuck? How was that even- He just had sex! ( I JUST HAD SEEEX ) He was supposed to be all warm and- ... Why was Sasori covered in pink and green and purple and-

The grey eyes looked up in confusion, seeing what he really wished he would not see...
Yup.

All the small cans had just fell down on them...

'Meow.'

The blonde looked to his side, seeing a... Orange/blue cat sitting right beside them.
Sighing, but still smiling, he picked up the cat and let it rest between him and a very, very annoyed Sasori.
"Stupid... Cans of... Paint, fucking shelf, why did it have to be right there? Dumb cat, you freaking pervert, who said you could watch anyways? Shit now I have to go buy more of th-"
The redhead's toxic mumbling was cut off by a chuckling antidote called Deidara, who simply put a sugar-sweet smootch on his lips, giving him a smile that was just as sweet, while using his fingers to get rid of the paint on Sasori's eye-lids, that was keeping him from opening his eyes. "We'll go buy some paint tomorrow. Together, un. Okay?"

I'd paint it gold and green

That was everything Sasori needed. It was just enough for his anger to vanish, in one single wipe. "Mm." He smiled back, returning the kiss, before looking down at the cat between them. Stupid... Thing. This was just free porn for him, wasn't it...

"But for now you should just get off me, so we can go take a quick shower."
Really now, if Deidara kept sitting where he was sitting, with Sasori's cock deep inside him and all, he might become hard again...
"Un."

I'd make the oceans orange
For a brilliant color scheme

So, what can I say?

Two men took a bath, not a shower. A very, very, very nice, long bath, with a very delighted thing called Puffer being held by a very delighted blonde, and a very delighted blonde being held by a very delighted Sasori.

Not that much was said, actually, they found it more comfortable to be quiet, listening to each other breathing...
That, they could finally do now.

And, well, after the chillaxing bath, Deidara had to eat. It took around five minutes for them to be four waffles poorer...
But it was worth it, 'cause watching Deidara eat was one of the cutest things Sasori had seen in a long time. He didn't care how weird it was, he thought it was cute, shut up!

Two exhausted men, finally ended up brushing their teeth.
The blonde, now being dressed up in a too big T-shirt and a pair of boxers, laid down on the bed he had once been so used to lying on.

After five year he thought he would maybe forget feelings like lying down his own bed, or walking past that painting in the hall, having Sasori smiling at him, and Puffer meowing at him...
But it was all there. He felt so welcome in each one of those feelings.

I would color all the mountains
Make the sky forever blue

It was as if he hadn't painted in five years. He hadn't held a brush in five years, he hadn't used the thousands of colors he used to create beautiful things with.
And he had thought that he could no longer paint. He could no longer remember, how he should let the brush dance over the canvas.
But the moment his fingers finally got to regain that feeling of holding a brush again, his hand had began moving automatically. He barely had to think. All he had to do was hold his hand up. His soul did the rest.

So the world would be a painting

Yes, Deidara felt very welcome, in these feeling that appeared when he had Sasori with him.

And I'd live inside with you

The feeling of Sasori lying down next to him, for example...
Putting small, caring kisses down his neck, whispering sweet nothings as he caressed his heated body. "You're so georgeous, Dei," He heard a smooth, manly voice in his ear, giving him the chills. How did Sasori do that!? How did he flatter Deidara in such a way? He hated it when people tried to impress him or sweet-talk, or coax him into things, but...
But whenever Sasori did it, it felt great. "So georgeous..."
Turning towards said man, who was only wearing underwear, he rubbed their noses together, smiling.

His smile was returned.
The sweet whispering was returned.
"Why aren't we personable, Danna?~"
Sasori just chuckled, as he was lying there with Deidara, on the bed, the covers keeping them warm.
The silence once again fell in.
Not that they wanted to sleep, oh no, not at all. They kept staring at each other, and they would have continued, if a white, lonely little someone hadn't climbed up on the bed, now walking around by their feet.
Stupid... Cute thing.
Sasori reached out and let Puffer see he was welcome to join them in their snuggling. The cat gladly walked up to them, purring as he lied down in Sasori's hold, his soft fur pressed up against the artist's. Deidara just watched, and noticed his smile had melted away...
The feeling he had, the sight, it kind of reminded him that this was... Well, it was his family. Sort of. Sasori was his love, the one he would stay with forever, without doubt! And Puffer could be their... Kid, yes.

If the world was mine

Haha...

I'd tell you what I'd do

He didn't know why...

But suddenly he felt the urge to just cry.
But he had cried enough today, damn it.
Damn it...

He felt... Fortune...

I'd wrap the world in ribbons
And then give it all to you

"I missed you, so much, Danna, you-" He bit his lip, inhaling sharply, "You mean so much to me... More than anything, I can't believe how I could leave you for so long... I can't believe I could... Hurt you..." He buried his face in Puffer's fur, feeling how all of these millions emotions were making him bushed.
But no matter how much he tried to think clearly, his mind couldn't register what had happened today.
And, no matter how much Sasori tried, he couldn't either. And he could definitely not say anything. He was pretty speechless.
How many times in life did you see Deidara like this?

It flattered him.

But seeing Deidara cry also made him sad. But tonight, for once, happiness won over sorrow, and he wished for Deidara to feel the same. "Deidara," One of his arms pulled Deidara closer, holding him, as his hand ended up in the wet mess of blonde hair. "I know it's frustrating to have so many feelings stuck in there, I feel the same," Putting a kiss on the blonde's head, he continued, "But for now, let's just accept that we're together again. And that we still love each other, and... Everything will be just like it used to. If you just give it some sleep." He finished his little... Wise, caring speech, stroking the blonde's hair. He felt a tear leave his eye, as he did that.

Shit... Shit, what had Deidara done to him...

I'd teach the birds such lovely words

How had they... When did all of this happen?
Shit... Holy fucking shit...

He never thought love on this level was possible. This somehow reminded him of the day before they parted, when they had made love and... Cried together...
"I-I don't deserve you..." Deidara suddenly mumbled, feeling Sasori's hands in his hair again. After five years.

"Nonsense. I don't deserve you."

And he was supposed to hate cheesiness. But this, this was not cheesy, and they were not spoling each other. They were... They were just... "Don't say that, un," Just...

"You know what? I think we both deserve each other. I think we deserve each other more than anyone in this whole world, because... Well at least I wouldn't want to live without you, Dei, and I think we both deserve to live, because we both deserve love. Or at least you do."

"S-see? See? That's what I don't like! Why do you think I don't love you as much as you love me? It makes me really... Sad, Sasori, I don't like it when you-"
"Just because I said we both deserve each other as much, doesn't mean I'm able to believe it..." The redhead made a sad smile, kissing his lover's nose. "It seems too good to be true."

And make 'em sing for you

Looking up from where he was hiding his face, Deidara gave Sasori a sorry but content look. Why did this feeling have to be so... Complicated? He wondered, running a hand down Sasori's cheek. "Mm, all right, Sasori, just... Don't cry because of me... Please...?" He smiled, hoping Sasori would listen. If Sasori listened... He would too...

I'd put those stars right in a jar and

"It's not..." He began, but...
Seeing that wonderful smile on his partner's lips, he just sighed, automatically smiling back. "I... Okay."
They hugged, and took a moment to calm down. This was like... Having your period. Emotions just welled up, for random reasons. "I'll always love you, Danna, un. I'd do anything for you." The smile just stayed where it was standing, right on Sasori's lips, as he replied. "For all eternity, Dei. I would die for you."

If the blonde just asked, Sasori would even go as far as giving him all of the stars that lived on the sky.

Give them all

So, this love thing, that we're able to share with someone...

It is a very weird thing.
And understanding it takes time.

Describing it... Takes even more time than understanding it.

To type it all very simply;

Love is nothing you can describe: The reason why it actually is so hard to describe.

We could say that, love, is the only thing in life that wont fail.
Love never ever fails. Love might stumble, but it will never fail. Love does always, no matter what, get up on it's feet again. It does not give up. It doesn't fail.

Sometimes, love is misunderstood.
Sometimes, we think that we are feeling love, but, something shows up to prove us wrong.

That is not true love, for, true love will not collapse.

When you're in love with someone, there is a person you want to read. The person you're in love with, is someone you want to learn all about. It's a person who you'll never stop learning from, and that is okay, for you never find these lessons against your pleasure.

Pleasure, is something you're able to share with your true love, in different kinds of way. But no matter what, pleasure between you and your love is never one-sided. Love is not self-seeking.

Love is an emotion.
A comfortable one.

When there is love, there is no such thing as pride, anger, or shame. Or secrets.

Not all people get to feel love, so, we could see it as a gift. We could see it as faith, or, we could even see it as an illusion.

You'd do anything for your true love.
You'd do anything with your true love.
You'd do anything to please your true love, and your true love would return all of your sacrifices.

Love is what will never end.
Love is patient, and in return, you have to be patient when it comes to love.

As foolish as it might sound, when you've sold your soul to love, you will never need anything else.
You could be put on a deserted island for the rest of your life, but with your lover by your side, you would not complain, or feel unhappy.

It's the house where you live, where everything you need and everything you treasure lives.

That's love.

And love never fails.

That's what makes it so unique. And special.

"Goodnight, Danna, un."

"Goodnight, love."

To you