Disclaimer:

Deidara: Gekko-chan does not own me, un, or Sasori-danna. Thankgod.

Gekko: *glare* What... Was... That?

Deidara: *cowers* I-I mean, what a shame, yeah!

Sasori: *sweatdrop* Pansy

Gekko: *smiles* Shannaro! :P

Deidara stared out at the rushing waves and sighed. Why couldn't Sasori just agree! Art was a fleeting moment, something emotionally unstable, a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Not an eternal thing, not an everlasting wonder, not a forever-there creations, not stable.

So why wouldn't the red head just agree!

Puppets aren't true art, explosions are.

Sasori and him had gotten into another debacle of a debate as to what true art was, everlasting or fleeting, and the blond terrorist had stalked off to cool down.

The pounding blue caught his attetnion once more as one crashed upon another and a spectacular beauty was created in the split second as droplets flew from the crest and into the sea.

"Now thats true art, yeah!" He announced to himself and smiled sadly. If only they could agree, then the ex-Iwagakure nin would feel secure enough to tell the puppeteer how he truely felt about him.

But no. Neither appeared to be backing down. Deidara being to proud and Sasori being unaware of the true reason for the arguements.

In Deidaras mind, they had to agree or compromise on the important subject of art for a relationship to work on the next level.

And until that happened, his lips were sealed shut.

So lost in these rambeling thoughts, he never noticed another presence. Only a hand going into his own alerted him that he wasn't alone on the cliffside as he so believed.

"True art is both flawed and flawless, emotional and physical, perfect and imperfect, forever and yet only a moment." Deidara looked into the chocolate-honey eyes of the other man. "It can happen in a second in this universe but last forever in the heart. Its uncontrollable and yet guideable. The inital look is forever ingrained in your soul and yet it lasted just a millionth of a to be repeated and always here."

"Nothing is all that though, un!"

"You're right," The hope that had unknowingly flaired in blue eyes sunk. "it's all that and more."

Sasori captured Deidaras mouth in an emotion filled kiss, Sasoris tounge brushed against the lower lip of his Akatsuki partner and inwardlly smiled as they parted, successfully granting access. The two apendages battled for dominance and eventually the bomb-maker won.

His pink muscle swept around Sasoris cavern, tasteing and tingeling every crevice and spot he had reach to before they pulled apart.

The honey gaze met with the sapphire orbs of the other, the emotions swirling in each perfectly mirrored. Love. Hope. Acceptance. Joy.

The pale hands of the craftsman pulled his companions head towards his own, peach skin entangled in gold locks.

"There is something that is all of that." Deidaras hands snuggly rested around the shorter of the twos waist, pulling them closer together subconciously. "Love is true art."

And they met once more in a passionate lock.

GN: :D I wrote that last night when my meds were keeping me up~ I quiet like it. I hadn't planned it to go like this buuuut *sighs* my muse took control and kept Sasori alive xD

Yea... lol... I might make the one I'd planned to do sometime tonight. lol.

Review~!

~Gekko