Dangerousities of Fun chap. 5

warning: shounen-ai/yaoi
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Deidara stared down at his lunch and sighed. He had managed to avoid Sasori for half an hour.

Well he'd managed to avoid him. But not the fangirls.

Being mauled by a jackass was better than being mauled by fangirls. Much. Better.

"Oi! Blondie get the fuck out of there!!" Hidan shouted, pulling Deidara from the fangirls' grasp.

"OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH HIDAN I LOVE YOU, UN!" Deidara cried, clinging to the Jashinist.

"Get in the fucking line."

"...Hidan you suck ass, un."

"Again, get in the fucking line to tell me that, fag!"

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Sasori trudged slowly to class, noticing that everyone was staring at him intently. Most were laughing.

"What?" He growled to no one in particular.

"Ahem, Akasuna-san. Take off your jacket and you'll see." Genma-sensei said, trying to stifle his laughter.

Sasori slid his jacket off and turned it around. There was a sign on it that said "If you don't want to be short likt this asshole, then drink milk and get your bones big and strong!"

"That blond is so dead."

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"Deidara, don't you think what you did to Sasori's jacket was a little harsh?" Kisame asked.

"Nope, un."

"But that's advertisement! You're making people drink milk! You're helping the thing you hate!" Kisame shouted.

"So what if I hate milk, un? I do know its nutritional values." Deidara giggled.

"And I know that Deidara is right in front of a fuming Sasori, turn around." Kisame whispered.

"Fuck. Un."

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"Get the fuck away from me, un!!" Deidara screamed, as Sasori literally carried Deidara down the hall and to the janitor's closet.

Sasori slammed the closet door shut and put Deidara down so he was sitting up. The red head leaned down so they were face to face.

Deidara gulped. He could taste Sasori breath on his lips, their lips were almost touching.

The blond surprised himself by closing the distance in between their lips in a crashing kiss meant to bruise.

Sasori's eyes widened, but slowly began to kiss back, cupping Deidara's face in his hands.

Deidara wrapped his arms around the red head's neck. The blond noted that Sasori's kissing was sloppy, and wet. 'Time for a lesson.' Deidara thought with a smirk. He broke the kiss and stopped Sasori's lips from coming to his. "You're a horrible kisser, un."

Sasori looked surprised, and thought to the blond would leave. He stood up.

Deidara pulled him back down.

"So, un." Deidara murmured. "I'm going to teach you." The blond pushed his lips to Sasori's in a gentle manner, licking at the red head's bottom lip.

Sasori opened his mouth, and let Deidara take charge. Or at least he did. Soon, he couldn't help but feel the dominance rising in him. The red head pushed against Deidara's tongue and fought for control.

They broke away for air, panting.

"Now that," Deidara answered shakily. "Is a kiss, un."

There was a huge explosion.

"What was that?"

"...your locker, un."