...And everything escalates. Thank you for the support once again, I know I keep repeating myself, but I REALLY re-read those 6 reviews every day. It just feels extra-nice to me that you liked this story enough to leave a review on it. Ok, sorry. Lemon ahead by the way. And sorry for using hair colour as pronouns. I don't do that anymore, it's just too much of a pain to correct.
They were just starting to get close and he screwed it up again, Deidara thought, making up punishments for his uncontrollable self. He didn't even care to guess how much time had passed since the Uchiha had gone inside. He was still sitting on the stairs, now having the plank all to himself. While he did so, he cleansed up some things in his head. He admitted it; he wanted to be around Obito. He was the only person here besides him and he hadn't been acting like a jerk lately. The artist was doing what he should have done way before: giving the other man a chance. For what exactly, he didn't know yet.
The sliding sound of the door woke up Deidara's curiosity. The dark haired man walked out, stopping in front of the sitting artist, just standing and watching.
"So?" the blonde asked. Obito took a breath.
"I might feel something for you."
The bomber's jaw dropped. He had to admit, he did think about that, but this was way too straightforward.
"S-something like what, un?"
"I... well..." the display would've been funny if it were about a less serious issue. The Uchiha survivor was tangled up in his own words, lost in whatever he was trying to say. He shut and re-opened his mouth a few times, no sound coming out.
"Attraction." he finally managed to say. Deidara, having heard that confession many other times in his life, tilted his head to the side, resting it on his own shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
"I have no idea." Obito answered, not looking him in the eyes. The color of his face was amusing by itself. But this was something the bomber didn't expect. When he asked that question, other men usually answered things like 'You look hot' or 'I love your charisma'. Maybe that's why he'd never had a serious relationship, come to think of.
His chest felt like being torn open by all those new feelings. This almost unknown person seemed serious about him, so much, in fact, that he was acting like a shy teenager despite being a 30-year-old man. He'd never met such a person in his life spent in the real world. Why was the Uchiha 'attracted' to him, as he would say? Was there even an explanation for such a thing? Deidara didn't know, and he didn't know much about love either. But there was something he was sure about: he had more than one reason to give it a try.
"Prove it, un." Deidara was almost embarrassed about how insecure that sounded.
According to the order, Obito leaned down, one hand holding the back of his neck, the other his shoulder, as his face got closer and closer.
The artist wanted to blow something up, just to express his current sensations. He was close, closer than ever; they were already kissing, the time suddenly passing incredibly fast. Deidara couldn't keep up with the events, the slightly rough lips on his, the cold hands caressing his neck, collarbone and shoulder... His arms were unconsciously wrapped around Obito, his right fingers entwining with raven locks, forcing the taller man to continue. It was an explosion, an explosion of neglected feelings bottled up inside of both of them for too long. It all made sense to the blonde now, every reaction he didn't know where to put in the past, the way he blushed, his embarrssement... Obito plunged his tongue in Deidara's mouth who shed a moan with an awkwardness none of them cared about in that moment. The Uchiha's earlier awkwardness was now turning into some greedy lust, giving him the determination to envelop the blonde in his arms tighter, not stopping the kissing for a single moment. He devoured the other man's mouth like someone who got lost in the desert and had just found water.
"Deidara" he murmured the one moment he had to stop to breathe.
"Deidara... Deidara..." it was a mantra now. He knew he sounded like an idiot, having nothing else to say, but he had lost control over his brain which could've helped him to speak clearly. And though the other men usually whispered something sexy at that point, the artist didn't mind this change at all. Anything was fine if it was Obito.
"Let's take this to the room, un." Deidara said when their lips parted again. His cheeks turned red, but he had no time to think of why was he blushing at something he could shamelessly say in the pubs.
Their make-out session was interrupted by the gaze Obito gave Deidara when they were already on the dusty, single-person futon.
"Have you ever done it with a guy?" came the awkward question from the blonde.
"N-not really."
"Just do as I say then." Deidara whispered in his ear, almost sensually. The raven didn't need to be told twice and helped the other out of his robes, working down his pants afterwards. When the underwear came off, too, the artist could hear his own heart beat furiously. That moment had always been an anxiety for him, since he had been mistaken for a woman once or twice. Yes, it was also his fault for picking up such ignorant people, but the delusion or even disgust on their face when they found out he was a guy was one of the worst things in his life. Well, it didn't seem like Obito thought he was a woman, but still... The man had been in love with a girl for all his past life. Wouldn't he be disappointed at the sight?
The whole train of thought was easily forgotten when Obito started to place small kisses on his jaw, trailing downwards while his hands brushed the bomber's sides and torso. He seemed completely heated up and out of his mind. All of his movements were fast, nipping and touching all he could frantically. He lifted his head, opening his mouth hesitantly.
"You're beautiful." there he went down, kissing his lips again. He couldn't have enough of that, but neither could Deidara, who was now laying on his back with the other man towering above him. He wasn't completely sure if he should hold back his moans or not; he hadn't opened up wholly yet, since Obito was still a little intimidating. It was a little funny as well, since as much as he was trying to act on it, the older man had an obvious lack of experience. As the Uchiha went lower with his kisses again, the smaller man sucked on his right index and middle finger, pushing them into his own entrance not much later. A little moan left his throat, shutting his eyes. He re-opened them when he noticed that the raven froze. The scarred face was giving him a questioning look.
"Can I...?" the words were whispered softly, as if Obito were trying to keep his voice down not to shout as all the sensations took him over (Deidara was glad he wasn't the only one affected by the affair). How was that sentence supposed to end? Neither of them cared; they understood each other anyway. The blond took the once-masked man's hand and coated all his fingers thoroughly with saliva, helping with the left hand-mouth. After that, he pulled out his own digits, hissing up a little.
The Uchiha shoved his fingers inside his former partner, unable to control the force he put into the movement. The artist whimpered under him.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" he apologized right away, a bit of fear appearing in his expression; something which never had before.
"No... Ah! Keep going, un."
Obito scissored inside Deidara, soon figuring out that the act's purpose was stretching. He couldn't help a small smile; it didn't come out of sadism though. He was simply happy he could do this, happy to love the right person at the right time. Someone who was there, someone he could kiss and touch.
"What's so funny?" the bomber panted, a huge blush spreading on his disheveled face. God, Obito would've never thought he would see his 'Senpai' like this one day.
"I wasn't laughing" he said, lifting the blonde man's chin and stealing a kiss while he thrust in and out with his fingers. However, he stopped when Deidara shakingly muttered:
"H-hey, don't make me come during the preparation, un!" and really, as he said that, his cock was already dripping precum from the tip. The raven quickly overcame the self-judgement for screwing up something at the worst of times and pulled out.
"And take off your clothes." he heard from under him, added to the previous phrase. In the rush Obito forgot completely about undressing, and only now that it was mentioned to him he found out how tight his pants felt. Quickly catching up with his partners nudity, he couldn't help but stare at his own sex organ a little stupidly as it sprung free. He had never been this hard in his whole life. The nervousness, the passion and the curiosity also added up to his arousal. He swore that if, by some unnatural coincidence, he ever had the possibility to have sex with anyone else, he would choose Deidara a billion times over them. No one made him feel like this. And they weren't even at the best part.
The raven gasped as he felt something moist enveloping his erection. The blonde skilfully licked along his shaft to wake him up from his thoughts, only to take him in again. Obito was panting hard. This was bad; he would release in less than ten seconds if he had to watch those lips circling his cock, if his sight met those half-lidded blue eyes foggy from lust, if he had to feel Deidara's tongue working on the head then the length, the base, the length again...
"S-stop." he commanded awkwardly. He brought the artist down again, making them regain their earlier positions.
The blonde man laid with his legs spread out wide, hips bucking upwards, looking for friction he couldn't find. There wasn't anything more to say in that situation; and after the Uchiha stated it to himself, he began to slowly push inside the bomber.
Deidara moaned out loudly. There was tension in Obito's mind; tension between his will not to hurt the other man and his desire to finally be sheated. The artist was doing his best to adjust, but who knew how long had it been since he had last done this? What made him feel a little more at ease was seeing that the Uchiha was almost suffering more than him, due to his desperation to move. The blonde felt he was loosening up, his heavy breathing slowly ceasing.
"I'm fine now, un."
Apparently, Obito didn't really know what he was implying. Deidara chuckled a little then wrapped his arms around the other man's neck, pulling him down to whisper in his ear.
"Take me."
And so the other did. He acquired a fast pace very quickly, both of them panting and longing for the release. The Uchiha wondered what exactly they were doing, all those realizations befalling on him in a time lapse of only a few hours. In the ninja world people referred to this as 'fucking', but to him it felt like that fading concept of making love. He wondered if Deidara was the same, making the most incoherents of sounds beneath him. His thrusts were welcomed by the blonde's cries, but his arousal gave off that he was feeling good. Obito kept on ramming into the other man, leaning down closer. They were almost close enough to be only one, just parts of the same engine.
They lost recognition of who came first. Deidara was shouting out something neither one of their fogged minds could remember.
The artist's face regained order and composition surprisingly quickly as he took a loincloth that had appeared out of nowhere to wipe away sweat and the remnants of their affair. The taller man sat up, a little dumbfounded, but his partner pulled him down again, stealing yet another kiss.
"I've been so lonely..." Obito said silently.
"Me too, un."
The sky seemed brighter, somehow, like a sunrise after the exceedingly long night. Both men were gazing into nowhere, a little tired from sex. More tones seemed to have appeared in Tsukuyomi and the surroundings looked less sharp. The colours blurred and melt into each other, giving the wood and the desert an artistic atmosphere. It looked like a whole different world.
"I wish I could stay here like this forever." the Uchiha sat down next to Deidara from his standing position. His strict features had softened up.
"Why can't you?" the blonde asked, agitation in his voice.
"I'm still alive. And time passes in the real world. Slowly, but it does."
"So that means you'll be gone?!" the bomber froze, obviously upset. Obito now regret even bringing up this subject, but he felt the need to explain at that point.
"If someone drags me out of my meditation state, I'll snap back. But, until then, we have plenty of time."
"How much time? For what?" Deidara wondered if this impatience was Sasori's remote influence. The bigger man dragged him to his chest.
"Calm down. I still have places to show you."
The blonde man opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again. The other was right; there was no need to rush anything. He had to put up with the ambiguity of this world. He could never be sure of anything, after all.