Tobi had brought back Deidara from the Akamatsu mansion, leaving the elder the duty to free the girls trapped within. With his twin brother now dead, the house and domestics were now technically his. Tobi didn't talk much to the man after retrieving Deidara from this hellhole; he didn't know how to explain it, but even though he was grateful for the elder helping him finding Deidara, he couldn't forgive all those years he'd passed watching innocents suffer because of his cowardice…
Once they'd arrived back at the hotel, and with much wincing and hissing from the blond, Tobi started disinfecting Deidara's gashes with alcohol. He had to tie his partner's hands and feet to prevent him from punching and kicking while being tended to, and Tobi perfectly understood why. Indeed, some of his sempai's wounds were quite deep, which made the masked-nin ask himself over and over again "How did he come to be so disgusted with himself?"
For Tobi wasn't fooled: he knew only complete loss of self-esteem could've brought Deidara to tare himself apart the way he did, and that the blonde's cheerfulness was only a cover to mask his pain. He'd heard that people who'd suffered rape often took the blame on them, however this explanation seemed a little too simplistic for him. He wanted to understand. He needed to understand. He had made a promise to himself never to let his sempai getting harmed in whatever way there was.
But what should he do if only Deidara had the key to the answer, and that worming it out of him would be emotionally painful?
Below Tobi, Deidara laid silently, lost in thoughts as his lover freed him from his binds… He knew if there was somebody on whom he could count, it was his favourite brunet… He wanted to talk, let the words flow out of his mouth, those memories that were destroying him from the inside like toxins and ready to be spat out like vomit… But he didn't want to feel exposed.
Yes it was silly and childish, but Deidara had next to nothing in this life apart from his art and Tobi. What if his partner took him for a weakling after he'd told him everything that was weighing his heart? He had a feeling that the masked-nin was already taking him for a sissy, always fussing around him even when he'd gotten out of this darn kimono. What if he'd had enough of Deidara and his acting, no, living like a pussy? For even the blond couldn't hide it from himself: he wasn't all that strong, yes, he wore mascara and let his hair long like a girl, and to top it all, he was an uke…
There was also the fact that Tobi thought of him as a- how did he put it? Ah yes- "sweety pie".
Well, if it had to happen one day, better tell Tobi sooner than later about what was troubling him. He patted the brunet on the shoulder and started the usual mouthing out.
"Tobi… I'm sorry if I sometimes am so weak… Things happened to me when I was a kid. I was… "handled" by men much older than me, in a wrong way, because they found me pretty… maybe that's why I react this much like a girl, crying all over the place for God knows why, but I guess… I guess that's my sensitive spot. I know I'm not always up to your expectancies for a-" Tobi had shut Deidara's mouth with his palm. He slowly took his mask off, revealing the smile he'd been hiding from his sempai. He slid his hand down the artist's face to cup it, bowing down to whisper in his ear.
"Baka…"
Deidara's outrage was drowned in his confusion: he hadn't expected this from Tobi. This small insult was so straightforward, intimate,… affectionate?
Why would he speak to me this way?
As if he had read his lover's mind, Tobi answered the untold question.
"That's because I love you, Deidara…"
No sempai. No respectful tag. Nothing to litter the truth spelt out by Tobi's lips. Deidara gazed at him from below in fascination, as if discovering a new facet of the brunet's personality. It intrigued him, and suddenly everything Tobi had told him took a new meaning, for now Deidara knew the masked-nin had meant every single word. The blond bit his bottom lip before preparing his next move.
Slowly, he reached up to unfasten Tobi's shirt, slowly, taking his time. His eyes were filled with lust as he uncovered the brunet's pale chest, savouring his gracefully muscled body. Tobi allowed him to slip his trousers and pants down, while he took off the last shreds of fabric covering his lover. When their skins were bared, Tobi rolled himself under Deidara, lifting him over him in one swift motion. Deidara blinked, aghast. Under him, Tobi was sniggering cheekily; his sempai's expression was priceless. When he managed to keep a straight face, he buried his fingers in Deidara's silky hair, bringing his head down.
"Sempai… Please…Take me…" he breathed out. The blonde's eyes widened.
He was on top. He was the one in action. He was the dominant male.
And it feels good.
The testosterone rush made him feel light-headed; he had a hard time remembering the procedures and was fumbling around nervously. Tobi held his wrists before guiding his poor lost sempai. He pressed Deidara's hands lightly upon his torso and let him trail them down, until he reached his thighs. Tobi shuddered; his lovers fingers were slightly colder than his heated skin. The blond took more insurance with the brunet's reaction and gripped the flesh between the pale man's legs with one hand, using the little palm tongues all over it. He presented the other hand to Tobi, waiting for him to suck his fingers. Panting, the Uchiha licked and nipped the digits clumsily. His cheeks were flushed in arousal, and his breathing ragged as Deidara began stretching him before turning him on his stomach. The artist paused in his act of lifting Tobi's hips up, apparently still uneasy about this whole new situation.
"Deidara-sempai… please…" the uke moaned languidly…
The beauty of the sounds produced by his lover was indescribable for Deidara, who took them as a cue to jump into action.
Hushing at first his tiny sobs of pain, Tobi was now sinking in ecstasy as his sempai concentrated on hitting his magical spot with each thrust. He was reaching paradise, a single blessed thought in mind.
How good it was to feel the burning flesh of the artist inside him…
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Deidara's breathing was laborious as he pulled out of Tobi, completely exhausted. He had put all his heart and soul into pleasuring his partner, mainly to prove to himself he was capable to assume the role of seme. He gave a satisfied sigh as he buried his nose into Tobi's hair, hands lacing the taller man's neck. The brunet turned to claim a kiss, and Deidara responded with all the energy he had left. Eyes closing with tiredness, Tobi grasped upon consciousness to whisper a few words to his sempai.
"I love you, Deidara…" And with that, he fell into Morph's arms.
Deidara gazed intensely at his companion.
At the moment, his only wish was to regain his power of speech so that he could tell Tobi that his feelings were reciprocate. For him, emotions were like art.
They didn't count if they weren't expressed with a hell of a noise.
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Tired from last night's action, both S-ranked missing nins slowly began their laborious journey back to the main base, which turned out quite uneventful (if you didn't count Deidara's frequent attempts to blow Tobi up to the moon for finding him a new pet name, instead of calling him Minako... thus he chose Mimi as a reference to the pissed off artist).
However, Tobi's usual goofiness clashed with his state of mind: he currently had his thoughts on a more serious matter which he hesitated to discuss with his lover. For he had long since come to the conclusion that Deidara and him shared more than sex... They were bond together, and the Uchiha was sure it was meant to last... At least, he hoped it would.
He couldn't imagine life without Deidara after all they'd been through, but he knew if he was to establish the foundations of a true relationship between them both, he'd have to inform Deidara of his last and perhaps greatest secret.
But how would Deidara react when he finds out about...
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Once they arrived at the base, Tobi insisted on Deidara going straight to his room and let him deal with Leader alone. Deidara was about to protest, unsure whether Tobi could handle his eye scope correctly and extract all the photographs he'd been able to take, but surrendered once the masked-nin reminded him it was an occasion to dress out of his womanly outfit.
Tobi marched off to Leader's office, a little too confident for a supposedly subordinate, and briskly opened the heavy wooden doors of the spacious office. He slammed them shut behind him, barely saluting his thought-so superior.
"Pein, we need to talk" he said in an unuasually flat, husky tone. The ginger facing him furrowed his brow.
"Madara", he replied, unimpressed. "It's been quite a while since you've revealed yourself..."
