A/N: Hey again! I bring to you some yaoi. I wrote this one when I was feeling really depressed and smutty. So, if you don't like BoyxBoy action then DON'T READ IT!!! You have been warned. Other than that, enjoy! This is a Deidara oneshot, but there is SasoDei in this. You could say that this oneshot is the prequel to My Cherry Blossom, but that's up to you. R&R plz.

Haunted

Deidara was alone.

He didn't used to be alone. He had once had a partner, a lover, whom he had spent many a night with. He had never felt so full and complete before. They had promised each other the world. And Sasori promised him he would stay forever. Deidara believed him with every fiber of his being.

But all that was gone in a second. And Deidara was left alone.

"He's dead Deidara…" Zetsu had said to him as they stood over the puppeteer's dead body. His eyes saw it to be true. But deep in his heart, he couldn't bring himself to believe it.

He scoffed, pretending he didn't care.

"Like anything that is left for the future as a thing of eternal beauty: he got killed straight off!"

… And here you are, a thing of eternal beauty, forever dead. What's so immortal about that, hm? Deidara thought, feeling betrayed as he stare down at the blood covered corpse, why did you have to prove me right?!

It didn't happen… Sasori was merely pretending, just joking around… even if it wasn't his style. He was alive, he'd come through the door calm and collected as ever, and everything would be normal.

Deidara now sat, curled up, on the floor in the center of his room. How dare Sasori just leave him like that! Especially after promising him that he would last forever! He remembered their passionate nights, Sasori's fingers ghosting over his skin with caresses that felt like fire…

The blond artist shuddered, slowly picking up one hand to look at his occupied palm. The mouth was still there, unchanging in appeared as it merely existed.

Lips, tongue, fingertips were touching, nipping, pinching gently… Sensations like white lightning shot up his spine, pulsating through his body. A finger hooked, and he moaned, feeling the jolt of electrifying pleasure as the bundle of nerves inside of his were gently stroked over and over again as a second finger slowly prodded its way in as well. A voice as smooth as honey whispered promises and sweet nothings into his ear, soothing him as he panted heavily, sweat dripping down his face, his blond bangs sticking to his forehead. Fingers continued to scissor, stretch him, tease him until they left, and the tip of a bigger object was now slowly filling him. He gasped, whimpering as the slight twinge of pain, breathing the same thing over and over again: "Ah… Sasori-danna… Danna…"

Deidara closed his eyes, and in his mind's eye, saw Sasori sitting in front of him, smirking that familiar smirk that Deidara had grown so accustomed to. See? Sasori never died in the first place: he was right here.

Keeping his eyes closed, the artist brought his hand up to his mouth and licked at its lips until it complied, opening its mouth and allowing Deidara to explore, playing with its tongue in a desperate frenzy.

Sasori was holding him now, he could feel it. He knew his danna was there! Sasori's hands trailed up Deidara's midriff, pulling his shirt up as he did so, exposing his chest. He broke apart from the kiss and bent down to run his tongue over hardening nipples.

Deidara's breath hitched as the mouth on his hand kissed his skin, calling out quietly to his danna as the tongue ran over heated skin. He could feel his full fledged arousal begging to be let out.

Sasori chuckled, leaning forward to kiss him before moving downwards, leaving a trail of kisses that traveled down the center of his chest and past his navel. The puppeteer slowly pulled down the blond artist's pants, exposing his full erection. A delicate eyebrow on his danna raised in silent amusement before he went to work.

Deidara threw his head back and moaned, rolling his hips into the mouth that obeyed, swirling its tongue around the swollen member. His head spinning in dizzying at the sensations that onslaught him, he took his other hand, quickly sucking on his fingers hungrily until they were soaked, dripping with saliva, before taking a finger and gently probing his entrance, letting out another moan.

Deidara panted as Sasori teased him, his fingers taking their time stretching him, pushing in only so far before they pulled back out.

Deidara added a second finger, his other hand working deftly on his throbbing member, and pushed in as far as he could, searching for the same bundle of nerves that Sasori always tried to hit or stroke, doing so until Deidara would cry for mercy. He hooked his fingers, and moaned loudly as the pleasure shot up his spine.

Sasori removed his fingers, placing the tip of his own arousal at his entrance, pushing in quickly but gently, pulling back out and pushing back in, doing it again and again, rolling his hips up into Deidara's almost lazily, drawing out the sensations for as long as he could as if to prove his point that art, in all its beauty would last forever.

Deidara's eyes filled with tears and he choked on a sobbed, panting even harder as he forced himself to keep a slow pace. He felt a growing heat at his base, building up slowly in pressure.

When Sasori grew close to his climax, he never rushed it. He would simply push in deeper and deeper, making sure to fill his artist as best as he could. Once he had managed to start pushing in all the way to his base, it wasn't long before he came, filling Deidara with his seed as he pushing in even further, pressing that bundle of nerves for such a prolonged amount of time that Deidara came just as quickly collapsing onto the puppet master.

"D-danna!" he wailed in despair as he climaxed, the mouth devouring his seed hungrily. He collapsed on the floor, pulling his knees into his chest and sobbing in shame.

"I'll live forever," the red haired shinobi whispered as he held Deidara close to him, pressing his lips into his forehead and staring at him affectionately with his brown eyes, "I'll live forever because eternal beauty is immortal. I'll never leave you. I promise."

Deidara's sobs continued through out the night. I swear, I will kill her, he vowed furiously, for you, danna. Only for you.