Gaara gulped. In that moment, he knew there was no escape. Shoved up against the wall in a dressing room, with an insane criminal stripping off their clothing bit by bit, he realized he was in deep shit. Again.

 

How many times had this happened before?! First in his office, then the Akatsuki hideout, then at his GRANDMOTHER’S house, in the bushes, behind a fruit stall, in the sky, up a tree, in a lake, at a playground, UNDERNEATH the bed, behind a dumpster, in the mens’ washroom, in the ladies’ washroom, on a cliff, on a Ferris wheel, and now in a public dressing room! They’d even done it underneath a table in a restaurant!

 

Conclusion: Deidara was an insane, demented, IDIOTIC, sex-crazed freak who could never wait until nightfall.

 

And yet, Gaara knew he wouldn’t want him any other way.

 

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