Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Akatsuki or any of the characters/concepts featured. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

'...And this is my apartment, un.'

The man smirked as the handsome blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver key before inserting it into the lock and turning. Deidara took a deep breath, braced himself and gently placed a hand on the door. But he did not push it open. Instead he stood outside listening intently as if waiting for something. He could feel the guy behind him staring at him with confusion.

The man frowned. Of all the people he had hooked up with in a bar, Deidara had to be the strangest not to mention the best-looking. He softly nudged the young blonde forward, encouraging him to open the door. He pinched Deidara's ass and leaned forward to whisper seductively, 'Hurry, little Dei-Dei…if you make me wait any longer then we'll just have to continue our session from the bar right here…'

Deidara flushed pink and nodded shyly. Slowly, he pushed the door open and shut his eyes tightly in anticipation. A horrified gasp from next to him confirmed his fears. He opened one eye and facepalmed.

Sasori.

The redhead was leaning against the kitchen counter at the side of the apartment, slowly sharpening one of the kitchen knives. He looked up through his eyelashes and grinned like a maniac. He eyed the boy standing next to Deidara and let out a dark chuckle, 'Excellent Deidara, you've finally managed to lure someone decent back here…'

The young man blanched and took one last look at the deranged lunatic in his potential boyfriend's apartment before bolting. He quickly muttered an apology, stumbled down the stairs of the building and ran out the door. Deidara called after him but it was no use. The blonde sighed and turned to glare at his roommate, who was now busy putting the knife back in the cupboard.

'Why do you keep doing this to me, un?!' yelled Deidara, stepping inside and shutting the door, 'I've never done anything to you and every time I bring someone home you always scare them away, hm!'

Sasori gave him a bored look. 'I was just sharpening one of the knives, Deidara. If they are not sharp how can we cook with them?'

'Really, un? Just when I bring someone home you decide to improve the state of the cutlery, hm? And what's with the creepy comment about luring people here?'

'I thought it would be funny, and you should have thought of that before you accepted the spare room…'

Deidara shot him a dirty look. It was true that he had applied for the open space but that was only because the building was closer to his job and he had no other options. He had always known that Sasori was a little odd ever since he had first moved in; the redhead had constantly stared at his long golden hair and even went so far as to ask if he could have a few strands because it "looked so very appealing".

The blonde sighed and flopped down on the sofa. He picked up the remote and began flicking through the channels on the television to see if anything decent was on, giving Sasori a sharp look when the elder male sat down next to him. 'How long has this been going on for, un?'

'I'd say exactly a year and a half,' replied the redhead, 'It is very easy for me to keep track of things-'

'How would you like it if I scared away your boyfriend, hm?'

'I don't have one.'

'Yeah, you're probably asexual, un.'

'Hold your tongue, brat. No one would want to be with you anyway 'cause you look like a girl. I'll bet that's why they come home with you in the first place.'

Deidara was silent for a moment and then slowly raised a fist, extending the middle finger in front of his roommate who just stared nonchalantly back at him with deep lazy brown eyes.

Deidara glared at him. 'I fucking hate you sometimes, you know that, un?'

'The feeling is mutual. Now if you'll excuse me, I must attend to my puppet collection...'

The blonde followed the Sasori's movements fixedly with his two crystal blue eyes as the male walked casually out of the room. Then he turned back to the television screen. Why did Sasori have to be such an asshole all the time? Maybe the redhead didn't want a relationship but that didn't give him permission to ruin it for Deidara! Whatever. He would just keep finding more potential partners until he found one that would be undeterred by his roommate's strange habits.

Deidara smirked at the thought. Yeah, he would eventually find someone brave enough and strong enough to not give a damn about Sasori's little acts.

It could be a little test...

So yeah, I plan for this to be a short-ish Fic in comparison with my other ones. My friends, which guy shall Dei bring home first to face Sasori? Suggestions are welcome. ;)

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