This is not how things should have gone. This is not how things should have happened. This is so wrong. Everything is so wrong and now there's no other way to fix things other than killing Tobi.
Deidara finds himself stuck in his seat, eyebrows beginning to furrow deeper and deeper as he realizes a glaring fact.
Tobi is an Uchiha.
He should have known. He really should have known. The dark hair, the knowing tilts of his head, the way he acts when Itachi is around.
How could he have been so blind?
Tobi's not saying anything, only looking away as he holds his mask in his hand. Neither of them says anything and Deidara is tempted to just smash the cup he's holding onto the ground to get some sort of reaction from him.
Still, the two of them just sit at the table. Deidara stares intensely at Tobi, but Tobi makes no move of returning the gaze.
"You asked," Tobi says eventually, when the stalemate began to nip at the base of Deidara's neck and he could feel a cold chill beginning to spread through his body.
He's right. Deidara did ask. In fact, maybe the whole thing is Deidara's fault, considering that the only reason they're even here is that Deidara suggested playing this stupid drinking game.
And of course, Deidara couldn't refuse the chance to get to see what he's always wanted to see.
Now there's just too many factors that complicate things. Namely the thing he sees now.
Tobi finally looks up at him, poised and absolutely not the same person he's gotten used to his partner being. He's mature, he's grown, and Deidara wouldn't have believed anyone if they told him this is actually Tobi if he didn't take his mask off right in front of him.
Deidara doesn't respond. His tongue is heavy like lead, his mouth dry and his throat is tight.
He knows why.
He stares, wide-eyed, at the slight flush on Tobi's cheeks. The effects of the alcohol, as he's sure he's sporting the same color on his own, but it somehow has an effect on him. Deidara opens his mouth and then closes it again.
His eyes drift and rake all over the right side of Tobi's face. It's covered in scars. There are thick, deep lines that look extremely painful. He feels a phantom throb of pain in his stitches. He doesn't say anything.
Deidara stares at the strong, defined jawline. He stares at the busted lips. He stares at the slightly furrowed eyebrows. He stares at his closed eye. He stares at his remaining eye.
He stares at his Sharingan.
There's a strange feeling in his gut. He can feel anger bubbling up in him, making his heart rate quicken and body heat up. He feels the need to stand up and punch that bastard in the face. How dare he lie to him! Tobi has indulged him in all of his killing fantasies despite the fact that he is one of the people he's sworn to kill.
Yet here he is, feeling another feeling that he normally doesn't feel when he's angry. He is glad that the alcohol can be blamed for the redness of his face because he feels hot all over. His legs twitch and Deidara shifts his weight from his seat, moving over ever so slightly in an attempt to cool himself down.
He should look at his eye again, just to make himself angry and forget about...
Tobi tilts his head at him, a movement he's previously associated with being annoying has suddenly turned into something that almost feels sexual.
"Are you alright?" Tobi asks, blinking once and his Sharingan disappears. "You're really red."
"Fine," Deidara blurts out, forcing himself to frown. He slams his palm against the table but he doesn't get the reaction he's hoping for. Tobi doesn't flinch at all.
Tobi has been, all this time, a mature man who can absolutely handle anything that is thrown at him. He's not weak, he doesn't need Deidara's help. From what Deidara could see, the way his muscles had always shown underneath his shirts, Tobi might even be the more skilled one between the two of them.
Something clenches inside Deidara's stomach and then he has to cross his legs.
"You're an Uchiha, hm," Deidara says. He does so more for himself, but he also wants Tobi to hear it, just to remind him that Deidara doesn't like Uchihas. He hopes that it would remind him that he doesn't like Uchihas as well, no matter how attractive they look underneath the mask.
"Yes," Tobi doesn't even bother trying to lie, though Deidara realizes that there's really no point in lying when everything is on the plate. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. You know how you are with Uchihas... Are you upset? Is that why you're red?"
"Yes," Deidara says, quickly. He clears his throat and pushes the cup away from him, the contents inside sloshing wildly from the force of his movements. "I am very upset, hm."
"Sorry," Tobi apologizes, reaching out to steady the drink. But there's something about the way he said that. It makes Deidara tense in the most humiliating manner. Deidara pretends to not see the way Tobi is grinning.
Deidara refuses to respond to Tobi, not trusting his voice. He hopes that Tobi takes it as his way of showing his anger.
"Well, if Deidara-senpai hates me that much," Tobi says, though he doesn't sound like Tobi anymore. "I guess I should leave then."
"No!" Deidara shouts, taking both of them by surprise.
"No? But I've made Deidara-senpai very upset."
Deidara hates the way he's using the honorific now. It feels like he's mocking him. The fire within him burns stronger and he grasps onto his anger, trying to shape it into something he could use.
"You Uchihas are all the same. You're all wicked, twisting my words, hm," Deidara growls, finally allowing himself to stare at Tobi again.
Bad move.
His eyes drift to Tobi's lips and he wonders how they would feel against him. Against all of him.
Deidara clenches his thighs and is really glad that he has a habit of wearing loose pants.
Tobi tilts his head again, the amused smirk beginning to grow and he's not even trying to hide it anymore. "I've twisted nothing," he says, raising a hand to cup his cheek. "I'm only repeating what you've said."
This bitch is definitely toying with him. Deidara huffs, looking away from Tobi and staring at the wall behind him. He wishes that he would stop blushing and that the air conditioner in this godforsaken hideout would just work for once. It's too hot in here.
Tobi reaches out with another hand and presses a fingertip against the back of Deidara's palm. He jerks his hand away as if he's been burned and glares at Tobi, but then realizes the trap he's fallen into.
Tobi leans forward, putting on a sad face that Deidara would compare to a kicked puppy if he didn't look like a marble statue come to life. Deidara leans back, though, reminding himself to be disgusted by the fact that he can see the Uchiha on this work of art.
"How can I make it up to you?" Tobi mumbles and Deidara does not appreciate the low rumble of his voice, especially not when it shoots straight through him.
Deidara closes his eyes, determined not to let this get to him and ignores the fact that he is beginning to feel very uncomfortable clothed. He turns up his nose and bites his lip before thinking about how to answer Tobi.
"Reveal everything about Itachi to me and then I would consider forgiving you, hm," Deidara says, though it comes out weaker and more like mumbling than he'd like.
He hears Tobi snort and then feels him move away.
"I don't really know much about Itachi," he says.
"Don't lie to me, Uchiha," Deidara growls, opening his eyes and trying his best to remain unaffected by Tobi's appearance.
"I don't think I can, senpai," Tobi says, the bemused grin returning to his face. "I can never lie to you."
Deidara feels his eye twitch at his words and he moves to get off the chair, carefully tugging at his pants before turning to have his back face Tobi, letting out a relieved breath. He focuses on calming down his pounding heart.
"Fine," he says eventually, squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath. He gets ready to leave the room, abandon this stupid game altogether when he hears Tobi speak up behind him once more.
"Wait, senpai," Tobi says, suddenly sounding closer than he was before and Deidara realizes that he's standing right behind him. "Are you not going to give me another way to earn your forgiveness? I don't ever want our relationship to be broken because of something I have no control over."
Deidara forces himself to remain still but he can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up due to the close proximity. "No, Tobi," he says, pinching himself on the arm as discreetly as he can. "I don't think there's anything you can do to fix this."
"Really?" Tobi says — no, he more so rumbles this into his ear. Deidara feels the heat return to him and for some reason, Tobi is chuckling. "Is there nothing else I can do?"
"Absolutely nothing," Deidara stutters out, sounding just as breathless as he feels. He decides that this is the end of the conversation and he begins to march forward, turning left once he leaves the dining area to head down the hallway, almost running to his rooms at this point.
He slams the door shut behind him, ignoring the way that it rebounds open from the force of his pull. He hurries to his bathroom and locks himself in, sitting down on the toilet as he covers his face with his hands.
Deidara breathes heavily into his palms but after a few moments, he realizes that his mind is offering him the image of Tobi's face. It is burned behind his eyelids, no matter how hard he tries to get rid of it.
Fuck.
Who gave that dumbass the right to be attractive? It is making him furious. It also doesn't help that Tobi is an Uchiha.
"Senpai?"
Tobi's voice comes filtering through the bathroom door. The dumbass let himself into his room.
Deidara is reminded of how said dumbass looks like and he reaches down to squeeze himself.
That's it. He has to kill Tobi. There's no other way.
Hey guys, Red here!
This is beta'd by AO3 user Kate_Black14.
Tumblr user alpha-the-lone-wolf said:
Still taking tobidei ideas? Cause I'm curious of how Deidara would find out Tobi is an Uchiha and stuck between 'shit he's kinda hot' and 'fuck he's an Uchiha...but still hot' It's early morning where I am please forgive this poor prompt.
Did I do the sexual tension thing justice? I'm not sure. It's hard to write about someone I identify with a lot. I'd much rather it be Deidara that I'm praising, but at the same time, I agree with the prompt. Deidara would definitely be extremely shocked and attracted when he finds out what he looks like - and that he's an Uchiha.
Anywho, this is dedicated to Tumblr user alpha-the-lone-wolf! I hope you enjoyed this!
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