"What the hell is he doing in there, un?" Deidara mumbles, staring at the bathroom door. Itachi's been in there for almost an hour, and the blond had to pee long before that. He's never had the strongest bladder, so now he's sitting on the couch with his legs crossed tightly, bouncing up and down, chewing on his lower lip, and glancing at the door every two seconds. This exact same thing happened last month, except the roles were reversed. Deidara was trying to wash his hair (no small task with the mouths in his hands) while Itachi stood outside the door and begged to be let in. Instead of unlocking the door, Deidara decided to shave his legs and let his boyfriend suffer a while longer. When he finally emerged, Itachi was on his knees, cleaning up a puddle on the floor with saturated pants. "I told you. Why didn't you let me in?" The Uchiha sounded like he might cry, and Deidara immediately felt guilty. He helped clean up the puddle, then washed his clothes while Itachi took a shower.
That's probably why Itachi's doing this to him, Deidara reflects. He claimed that there were no hard feelings, but that must have been a humiliating experience for the older ninja. Before he can think about this anymore, a long stream escapes him, and Deidara cries out in shock. He grips himself tightly, whimpering. The short artist carefully gets up from the couch and makes his way to the door, trembling all over. His voice is shaky and pathetic, even to him. "I-Itachi...I'm sorry...pl-please let me-ah!" Another leak, longer this time. There's no answer from his boyfriend, so Deidara turns back to the living room and desperately looks around for somewhere to relieve himself. Normally he would never even consider peeing somewhere other than a toilet, but this isn't a normal situation. His baby blue eyes land on the box of puppy pads tossed carelessly in a corner. (Tobi bought them, thinking they were paper towels. At this point Deidara's given up on trying to figure out that his thought process.) It's childish and demeaning, but his other choice is wetting the floor.
With trembling hands, Deidara tears the package open and tapes it to the floor, placing another over it just in case. There's a constant trickle running down the inside of his thigh, so he pulls his pants off as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, there's no time to take his underwear off, so he simply crouches over the pads and allows himself to finally relax his muscles. Deidara sighs in relief as he pees onto the mats, too caught up in relief to feel ashamed. He closes his eyes and doesn't open them again until his bladder is completely empty...and then he realizes what he's just done. The puppy pads only absorbed about half of the urine; the rest splashed on the floor and mostly ended up around his feet. A blush heats up his face, and that's when Itachi walks out of the bathroom. At first Deidara doesn't notice, too mortified to really pay attention, but Itachi clears his throat loudly. When Deidara sees him standing there, apologies and accusations fall from his lips at equal measure. "I'm sorry-this is all your fault-I made a mess-I shouldn't have-you should have-I didn't mean to, Itachi, I'm sorry-you knew I needed to go, un-" Itachi cuts him off by yanking the sobbing boy to his feet. "It's alright, Deidara. This isn't your fault, I made you wait too long. Come here." Still crying, Deidara allows Itachi to lead him towards the bathroom. Later, at dinner, Itachi smiles very faintly and says, "I suppose we're even now."
