Well. This is it. Sorry I didn't update for like...a month, though. I don't even know what that was.
But! I want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed this story, and to all of the people who read it. All of your comments made me smile, and I hope that you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it :) I have some new ideas to work with, so I'll be posting a new story or two soon~

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Konan made her way through the halls of the Akatsuki headquarters, grumbling obscenities under her breath. Sasori and Deidara had missed an incredibly important meeting with Pein, and she was sent to go and fetch them. God forbid that man do anything on his own. Yes, she loved him, but it was, at times, a challenge. Especially when she was in the middle of one of her overly complicated origami projects.

With a heavy sigh, she knocked on the door of the two artists, rolling her eyes when she didn't hear an answer. Great, they must have overslept. That was going to go over well with their leader. She let one more sigh slip through her lips before turning the doorknob and thrusting the door open.

"God damnit, you two, you're supposed to be—Oh my God!" Konan screeched, covering her eyes the best she could. Quickly, she turned around, face beet red from what she had seen. Specifically, Sasori and Deidara in the middle of a heated make-out session, completely nude.

By the time she had turned around, the two had had the decency to quickly pull on some pants and sit cross legged in front of her, just as flustered as she was. "Sorry, un..." Deidara apologized, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. His cheeks were beginning to turn red, and he had no idea what to say.

"I don't know what's worse, telling Pein that you didn't come to our meeting because you overslept, or because you were too busy fucking," she groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"That's a tough one," Sasori murmured, eyes closed. The situation didn't hit him too hard; after all, he had been in more compromising positions before. "But it must be important, if you're staying here after our...display," he commented, opening one eye to look at her.

"Unfortunately."

"Let's hear it."

Konan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Obviously, Pein spent a large amount of time focusing on your run in with Orochimaru. Due to your rash actions and provocations, we assumed that we would have to do some sort of offensive maneuver in order to protect the Akatsuki."

"Un?"

"That, however, will not be the case." Sasori furrowed his brow, but said nothing. Instead, he let Konan continue. "Orochimaru, if our sources are correct, has been murdered."

For what seemed like an eternity, everyone in the room was silent. Deidara was dumbfounded, Sasori simply didn't know what to say, and Konan was waiting for a reaction.

In the end, it was Deidara who spoke first. "But...what happened, un?"

"One of his men went rogue. Yakushi Kabuto, to be more specific. The experiments must have driven him insane, and he just...snapped."

"Un..."

Sasori nodded slowly. "So where does that bring us?"

"Obviously, we have a new threat if Kabuto is now in charge of Oto. But, at this point, we're going to have to wait and see how he plans on running the gang. He could try to provoke us, or he might just fade into the shadows and let the organization dissolve. Only time will tell. We'll keep on our toes, but nothing more than that," Konan explained, speaking slowly so that the two men in front of her had time to absorb the words. When they said nothing, she smiled nervously and excused herself from the room.

"Sasori..."

"Hm?" the redhead grunted, turning to look at his boyfriend. The bomber was just sitting there, a small smile on his face. "What, Dei?"

"I don't know. I'm just...happy, un."

"You should be."

"Come here, un."

Doing as he was told, Sasori moved closer to the blond. Without protesting, he let the younger man pull him close and run his tongue over the redhead's lips. They both smirked into the kiss, and pulled each other closer. It was like a game, to see who would come out as the dominant one. As usual, Sasori won.

As their mouths worked against each other, they were content. Oto was subdued, and they had God knows how much time to spend with each other. It seemed, for the moment, that things couldn't get any better.