Seme Uke (Sasori x Deidara) [Naruto Oneshot]

Seme Uke {Sasodei}

(Deidara's POV)

'We had to play this damn game.'

   It was created by a bored Konoha shinobi, and the game was introduced to us by Itachi. Its name, Seme Uke. We began playing it in hopes of humiliating Hidan . . . that was our intent at least.

   In round one Kakuzu and Hidan were chosen first to be locked in a bedroom together. Kakuzu came out of the room with a very disturbed and disconcerted look on his face. Hidan on the other hand looked pleased with something. Three rounds in Konan was in a room with Hidan, we were sure he must have attempted something. Next was Itachi and Pain, and we all knew what transpired during that round (we overheard moans).

   "Deidara-Senpai your turn~!" Tobi trilled and handed the bowl to me. I sighed, grabbed a piece of paper, and unfolded it. ​​

   'Sasori.'

   Tobi seized the scrap of paper from my hand. Upon seeing what it read, he shoved me and Sasori into a bedroom. Just as hastily as he threw us into the room Tobi flung the door shut behind us. I realized that we were inside Sasori's room.

   "Hey, brat," Sasori spoke going to sit on his bed.

   I stood rigid in the center of the room. "H-hey," is all I sputtered out. I was nervous, I felt awkward in this situation.

   I was certain everyone in the Akatsuki knew I liked Sasori. Everyone save the person I possessed feelings for that is. Nonetheless, respect was the only impression I'd ever deliberately let Sasori know I felt towards him. I never thought anything else but that could be reciprocated.

   In an attempt to seem less flustered and out of place I sat over on the mattress; still leaving some room between us.

   It was silent for another moment, which was broken by my name being shouted. "Dei!" I looked up from staring at the floor, to see Sasori only centimeters away from my face.

   "What!?" was all I could muster -- my head feeling light. 'He's so close to me . . . and we're alone together.'

   I gazed into his caramel eyes, Sasori's face became slightly red. 'Maybe this is a sign that I should tell him? Yeah . . . but I should wait for-.' My own thoughts were cut off by me carelessly thinking aloud, "Danna?"

   "What brat," Sasori mumbled, glancing away glancing at the unfinished puppet on his desk.

   'Now,' I resolved. "Ilikeyoualot," I spit out the words in a jumble. That was the most I could muster at the time. My face turned crimson.

   Sasori peered at me, appearing bewildered. I tasted instant regret, but that was instantly erased. In the next instant, I felt happier than I'd ever been before.

   His soft lips kissed mine. I yelped in surprise but dissolved into what turned into a passionate kiss. I ran my shaking fingers through Sasori's pale crimson hair.

   He then leaned back. I didn't notice until then just how severely I was trembling from the kiss.

    "Sorry," he murmured and then rested back casually against his bed.

   I then got off the mattress, to try and give myself some space to process what precisely just happened. I moved over to Sasori's desk to view the puppet he'd been working on and sketches that were spread across the surface.

   "Don't touch those," his speech was firm but gentle. I peered down at the sketches . . . 'They all look like me.'

   Sasori stood up and went over to me before I'd yet got a chance to look at all of the drawings. He hugged me from behind, placing his head in the crook of my neck. "What, why do they look like me?" I questioned.

   "I was making ideas for puppets, but all I could think about was you . . . " he spoke next to my ear. I beamed at the idea of him thinking of me this much.

   Before I could investigate any further, Sasori pulled away from the embrace. He forced me back pinning me to the wall beside his desk. He tenderly kissed from my ear down to my neck. I choked back a moan, my whole body feeling like it had static sweeping through it. Sasori sucked a sweet spot on my neck, and I felt terror as a moan slipped out of my mouth.

   I heard a loud sound from outside the room. Sasori sighed in relief, and I let go of the breath I'd been holding; after hearing it was merely Hidan yelling at Zetsu for something.

   He almost imperceptibly smirked continuing kissing my neck. I tore off his cloak.

   He stopped and looked at me, and simply stated, "Shirt off. Now." My face reddened and I took off my shirt tossed it to the floor.

   Sasori trailed his tongue down my chest, lingering to trace circles at my waist -- tantalizing me. I moaned and gave him an imploring look. He shook his head, and I noticed that footsteps nearing from outside the room, that were becoming progressively louder.

   "Sorry love," he caressed my cheek before Konan opened the door to the room.

   "Times up~," she sang. Upon catching a second look at the scene she'd walked in on she covered her mouth in mock surprise, and then sauntered away with a grin -- nodding her head in approval.

   I chuckled and pulled my shirt over my body, and Sasori put his cloak back on.

   "Can I carry you?" I suggested. "Sure," he replied in a playful tone. I picked him up bridal style and carried him down the hallway, and then set him on the couch next to where I'd sit.

   He whispered into my ear as the next card was being drawn, "I love you." I smiled as he leaned against me. I embraced him -- drawing him onto my lap. 'That's something we have the same opinion on . . .'

End