I've missed writing about Sasori and Deidara. So here's a short reminder than I am still a fan and that I can still write about them, a reminder mostly to myself. I wrote it quite differently compared to my other 'fics. So yes, here goes, Falling.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. -Snort-

Falling

Sasori won't let Deidara fall. The latter's fingers tangled in the former's crimson hair. Breathing a sigh of relief, Deidara clings. He runs his hand through Sasori's hair, wanting nothing more but to inhale his fragrance. Sasori's hand, idle on the small of Deidara's back, becomes persuasive. He pushes him towards his own body, drawing them closer, so close...

Deidara shivers as Sasori's fingers trace the lines of his jaw and then flows towards his collarbone. Sasori smiles, pleased at the reaction he got from Deidara and then places two fingers on Deidara's flushed cheek. They breathe, even, synchronize breathing.

Deidara demands his time, and pushes himself, finally closing the gap that he and Sasori once had. Pressing his lips onto Sasori's, he let a delicate sound erupt from his throat. Sasori fought with his own dominance, his lips molding against his counterpart.

He evens them out, and pushes Deidara against a wall. Deidara not once let go of his hold on Sasori's back, his fingers still entranced on the boy's messy red hair. They parted, gasping for air and then closed up once more. Sasori's fingers, now brushing through Deidara's hair fight for the need. He clutches on to him, he wouldn't let Deidara fall. No matter what.

Deidara loses balance, but gets yanked up by Sasori. Deidara puts a finger on his chin, and then lifts it up, their lips meeting once more. He kissed him abruptly now. He's fought for everything just to get him like this. There was no way he would let go. There was no way they were going to let go of each other. They would not fall. They would remain close and intertwined.

Sasori finally pushes himself off Deidara, putting in space so that they could both breath. Now, their breaths were heavy, ragged pants. Gasping for air, at the same time wanting to grasp each other again.

Sasori steps back, but still holds Deidara's hand. Deidara smiles, his eyes crinkles, mystifying blue orbs stares into Sasori's muddy brown ones. He sighs in relief at what he holds in his possession. And then stepped forward, his arms locks around Sasori's neck, he draws himself forward, and leans down. His head rests on Sasori's shoulders.

Sasori does what he would've done, following Deidara. He leans his head on his chest, and their breathing became more even. Deidara straightens up, and receives a lidded glare from Sasori. He laughs breathlessly, then strokes his cheek. He makes soothing sounds of comfort, and then presses his lips onto Sasori's forehead.

"Never let me fall," He reminds him, his fingers twined with Sasori's locks.

He also lets him know that he has no intention of letting him go, and emphasizes, as his mouth was on his again. Urgent and aggressive. It knows what it has, it knows it owns it already, and Sasori knows he will not let go.

"Never," He finally mutters for a brief second and then their lips were locked together again.