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Coin Operated Boy	By : Hushnet Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I want it

I want you

I want a

Coin Operated Boy*

~chika~chika~chika~

Deidara unclenched his hands as he heard Sasori's door slam across the hall. He wasn't even sure what had happened. One minute they were continuing to argue about art – Deidara was trying to convince him what he meant when he said art was fleeting. The next Sasori was so close to him, had he actually been smiling?...

~chika~chika~chika~

~Earlier~

The argument about art had stalled until they got back out of the grocer; Deidara carrying multiple bags of varies foods and a case of beer, Sasori with a can of ground coffee beans.

"So even if you are this amazing artist that really has just hit a rough spot when it comes to creating something that lives up to your own expectations, how can you view art as something so… boring un?" Sasori used his free hand to ruffle his hair, the wind having blown it all back into his face.

"You can't even begin to understand true art. It's everlasting – so the inspiration must come from the heart and from the head. The more you use outside sources like music and the weather – the more you will become dependent on it, and therefore unable to create something that is truly yours that will last forever." He drew a long breath in; Deidara hadn't even seen his art at full capacity. He wouldn't be so quick to argue if Sasori could show him some of his paintings he'd done before his creativity took a strike on him.

But Deidara's gait had slowed - his eyes wide at the redhead's proud statements.

"You… You're an idiot un. How can you say that art is everlasting? You would get bored staring at the same thing forever!"

~Present~

The blonde tucked the photo album he'd been showing Sasori back under the couch. Maybe he'd said something wrong, Deidara was known for not thinking before he spoke. Having only known Sasori for two days, it would have been easy to accidently insult the redhead without him knowing.

He moved into the kitchen and pulled the half ponytail out of his hair, only to pull all of it back up and retie it. Pulling the corner drawer open, Deidara grabbed the minute-fed cell phone he kept for when he really needed it.

Not that this was an emergency or anything, but he wasn't going to be able to focus on anything else with this weighing on his mind.

Deidara clicked over to Hidan's number and quickly sent his message.

'Come over. Bring laptop.' The screen flashed as it sent. He tossed it back onto the counter and rooted around in the unmoved plastic bags for the cat-food he'd bought for TJ. The cat weaved its way between his legs as he pulled the can's lid off and tossed it on the floor. The phone buzzed on the countertop not long after.

'Fuck you, whore.' Deidara smirked. He might expect the Jashinist in about an hour or so. Enough time to continue working on his drawings.

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~Earlier~

Sasori couldn't believe what he was hearing. This brat was actually going to try to argue with him about what true art was!

"Bored? If something can be truly considered art, it wouldn't get boring, even after hundreds of years." Sasori let himself smirk again; the kid's lack of knowledge was kind of adorable – in a grossly annoying way.

Deidara was fuming, not only was he constantly being treated like a useless inferior, but the older man had a horribly misconstrued idea of art. How could something last forever but still be beautiful after being viewed hundreds of times?

"So, as an example, you're saying that you could view a person as artistic, beautiful even, and see them every day for the rest of your life – without once getting bored or wanting someone new?" They entered the lobby to their building; Sasori let himself relax a little when he saw they were going to be the only ones in the elevator this time. Deidara stabbed the '4' button and glared back at Sasori.

"A relationship is a completely different experience. But if we are simply coining this fake person 'artistic and beautiful' then yes, it would be worth it to only have eyes for them. What is the point of constantly looking for something better when you have something perfect right there? You'd drive yourself insane."

Bags ruffled as Deidara switched some of the heavier ones to the opposite hand, stretching out his sore fingers. The blonde regretted using relationships as an example, because he hadn't had time to honestly figure out what he truly thought of them anymore. That was one of the major reasons for him moving here.

"Whatever un, I'll just have to show you what I mean." Sasori blinked at the sudden lack of retaliation from the blonde beside him. Did this mean he'd have to go back over to his apartment? Did he even want to?

Deidara had already unlocked the door and was impatiently staring at Sasori to hurry up. Why Sasori continued to follow him inside, he didn't even know himself. He was only mildly interested in what the blonde had meant by 'showing him what he meant'.

The bags were tossed carelessly onto the counter and Sasori had to sidestep out of the way as Deidara pushed passed him and rooted under the couch for something. He came back up with a red leather photo album.

"Pictures? You're a photographer?" Deidara scowled at the title and sat down on the loveseat with the album open in his hands.

"No un, I sculpt and draw. But when I was in college we went on a trip to a disaster zone to help with the clean-up. This is the best example I can show you of what I mean about art un." Sasori placed the coffee can on the floor next to the couch and sat gingerly on the end, safely away from the blonde. Deidara flipped through the first few pages rather quickly, the pictures appeared to be solely of him and another man.

"I took some of the pictures off the internet of the buildings and area before the disaster, and then all of the 'after' pictures were taken by me un. I had to find the places the other photographers were exactly, and then retake them." Sasori had to admit the pictures were good, but this didn't prove Deidara's point at all. How were ruined buildings fleeting art?

"This place was beautiful and vibrant before it was destroyed; now it's just a reminder of what it used to be un. It's remembered because it wasa beautiful place, and people were happy there." Another page was skipped, seeming to correlate with the other man in some of the pictures. Sasori continued to scan his eyes over the pictures, not awestruck, but he was beginning to see how Deidara could believe that art could be fleeting.

It was still a simply juvenile idea.

"I see your point Deidara; and in a childish sense it stands valid. But this place will still be there forever, just because no one lives there now or because the buildings are ruined doesn't mean it won't stand as the reminder. It will be there forever – which still proves my idea correct. Only things that stand forever are true art – even if it's meaning changes over time." Deidara clenched his jaw in frustration and continued to stare at the photos, withholding the urge to shout at the redhead.

"Then could we not agree that art could be both fleeting and everlasting un?" Sasori smirked at the blonde's frustration evident in the tension held in his voice.

"No." Deidara slammed the album shut and tossed it on the couch next to him.

"You're a complete ass un! You stubborn…" He'd been meaning to tear the older man a brand new one. He stopped when he realized how close Sasori had gotten to him. The redhead hadn't seemed to notice, as he'd freaked out earlier at breathing the same air as someone else in the elevator. Sasori was just staring at him with a slightly scary, intense smile on his face. Deidara reminded himself to close his mouth, and looked away from the deep hazel eyes.

"S-Sasori un? Did I say something wrong?" Sasori hadn't appeared to immediately notice that he'd been spoken to. Suddenly the smile dropped from his face and he stood up - grabbing his coffee off the floor and heading for the door. As it slammed behind him, Deidara was left completely clueless.

~Present~

Sasori cringed as he rinsed out the coffee maker, the white mold having situated itself pretty much everywhere around the filter holder. His frustration and anger and subsided slightly with the finished painting that stood drying on the stand next to the island. Sasori was still a little irritated with himself, having let his anger with Deidara be the drive for the first painting he'd finished in over a year. All he'd been able to think about the entire time was that stupid tiger lily he'd drawn, that Deidara had admired so much. The drawing itself still sat next to the canvas on the counter, where Deidara had left it.

He placed a new filter filled with coffee into the machine, his mouth watering at the thought of fresh coffee. There was still a lot of confusion clouding his mind, he hadn't reacted favorably to Deidara making him feel something besides indifference and frustration, but what should he do now. The brat lived next door to him; it wasn't like he could just ignore the idiot's existence for the rest of his days. What was favorable? What was likely? What the fuck was going on with him now?...

He was still stupidly embarrassed, not only had he been staring at the blonde like an idiot, he'd left without any explanation.

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"So he's an artist huh? You're a fucking slut, you know that right Dei?" Hidan continued to lie on the floor, clicking through the Google search results for Sasori's art pieces. Deidara had gotten up shortly before and grabbed more beer out of the open case in the kitchen.

"I'm not sleeping with him un, I'm not even interested in him. I just want to know why he's so high and mighty about art un." Deidara settled back onto the floor cross-legged, handing the other beer to Hidan.

"Admit it, you want his dick. How long has it been since you've been laid?" Deidara sighed and tried to focus back on the results they'd brought up for Sasori. His full name was Akasuna no Sasori, he'd been a major contributor to the huge art gallery in the city. His parents had left him with a lot of money, and he'd taught art for six years at the university. Sasori had fallen off the map about a year and a half ago, seemingly for personal, unpublicized reasons.

"Hey blondie, still fucking talking here." Hidan closed the laptop and rolled onto his side to face Deidara. The man in question gave him an exhausted glare and took another sip of his beer.

"I don't know, two months, maybe longer un?"

"Fuck that noise; you need to get fucked ASAP." Hidan grinned and drank the remainder of his beer.

"No I'm pretty sure that's why I moved here. Was to start afresh un. No random sex, no random relationships." Deidara figured he knew what Hidan meant. Before Kakuzu it was an easy guilt-free pleasure as friends to sleep together. Nowadays it didn't happen very often, in fact Deidara was pretty sure that the last time he'd had sex had been with Hidan, during one of the few times that Kakuzu hadn't been there with him.

"Aw come on blondie. It won't do any harm. You need to fucking relax a little."

~chika~chika~chika~

And if I had a star to wish on

For my life I can't imagine

Any flesh and blood would be his match

I can even take him in the bath*

~chika~chika~chika~

*Coin Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls;
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