Madara knew the moment he walked into the base, still in 'disguise' from his mission, that he would be going back to playing Tobi while at his home. He couldn't discern how he knew, but as he watched a new blonde male glaring at Itachi from across the dinner table, he figured it was best to trust his instincts. His eye found Pein, who was sitting at the head of the table beside Kagome, pouting at his food.

"Tobi! You're back!"

Kagome's enthusiastic statement as she hopped up to hug him happily confirmed his suspicions. He laughed as he twirled her around energetically.

"Hime-sama! Did someone new join?"

Kagome leaned up to run her nose against his neck before returning to her seat between Pein and Sasori. She motioned to the blond, who looked up at him briefly, before returning to glaring at Itachi.

"This is Deidara. Leader chose him. He dislikes Itachi strongly for some reason...something about the way he recruited him. I think it would be best if he's your partner. Itachi could stay with Sasori for a bit longer I think," Kagome said quietly, making the blond look up.

"Why would I be partnered with a mask wearing freak like him, un. I'd prefer to be partnered with Sasori-dono, un," the male stated, scowling darkly.

"I agree. I'd prefer to be Deidara-san's partner than Itachi's, Kagome," Sasori said calmly, looking at Madara, Kagome, and Pein almost pleadingly.

"There is nothing wrong with Itachi...I don't know why you both dislike him..." Kagome whispered, worrying her lip with her teeth.

"I'll think on it," Pein said, acting the part of 'leader' until they were in the bedroom.

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Kagome growled as she she clawed at the mattress furiously. Madara chuckled as he thrust into her slowly, watching the smaller female's back as she strained against her bindings. He leaned down to bite the back of her neck lightly, and smirked.

"I'll end this if you say it, Kagome-chan," he purred, and she shook her head, snarling.

"I refuse! You're being absolutely ridiculous Madara!" she hissed, whimpering quietly as he slowed his pace further.

"Madara! Dammit! Would you move already!" she practically yelled, and he giggled.

"I'll let you orgasm when you say it, Ka-Go-Me," he gloated, continuing his steady pace until, with one last tug at the silk cloths, she sighed.

"Tobi's a good boy."