There is an uncomfortable blackness, with its windowless walls and dated interior that emits a sinister like aura to the room. The only source of light is the artifical illumination that seeps from beneath the cracks of the door.
As his eyes adjust to minimal lighting, the distinguishing features of the room is palpable - the furnitures' outline and Tobi, who is sitting on the bed facing a blank darkness that is the wall in front.
Deidara recalls their earlier conversation and the accompanying guilt-ridden feelings that lingers. He blames curiosity and other more inconvenient foreign like sensations he wishes to never revisit.
Inexplicably, part of his mind cannot fathom why Tobi's feelings are important. A simple apology does not suffice.
Irrational as it may seem, the most outlandish thing may be the key to placate Tobi's sour attitude. But the most outlandish thing may also lead to bitter resentment and humiliation.
Either way, the stupidity of his upcoming action dominates his mind.
"Tobi," he says quietly.
Uncertainty heightens.
"I should apologise to you," he approaches and sits beside him.
Perhaps it is the lack of ventilation in this room? He is already getting uncomfortably hot and sweaty.
Tobi does not speak. And the sound is so deafening, his head vibrates in agonising tension.
Accompanied by this affliction is his increasing awareness of his partner's proximity. Tobi is so incredibly close, he can feel the emanating heat and smell the intoxicating scent.
"That is quite alright," Tobi replies softly.
One electrifying shock and several seconds of rapid heartbeats later and Deidara finds himself staring.
Perhaps it is the obliteration of silence or the deep masculine voice, but something is freezing him in bewilderment.
Gingerly, he places a hand on his partner's shoulder and turns him around.
When the outline of Tobi's maskless face is visible, his eyes are grappling onto every molecule of light. Yet even then, the darkness' density continues to shroud his visage in the depths of enigma.
"Tobi," he says slowly, "sit still, I want to test something."
"What do you mean-" Tobi starts.
But his sentence is completed by Deidara's mouth on his.
It is a glorious, satisfying feeling, equally on par with the completion of his art, the blasting impact of his masterpiece, the sounds of its explosion and the perfection of its entirety.
Yet despite his eagerness, his partner's response sets them on different pages, or perhaps on different books.
Tobi's body is so tense and anxious, he is almost an exemplification of a human statue. He makes a slight muffled sound that indicates confusion. And instead of withdrawing, Deidara softens the contact and allows Tobi ample opportunities to remove himself from the situation.
The anticipation, the dreaded silence, the seconds that ticks on following this preemptive action - they kill from the inside.
Eventually, Tobi responds, ever so timidly and submissively, he shadows Deidara's every move. It is a fierce concentration that he adopts to sync with the motion.
In response, Deidara takes the cue to lean in. It deepens their contact and intensifies the gratification of their intimacy.
His mind is so far from reality, he does not register his body's involuntary actions. Yet he assimilates the feel of his partner's magnificent body, his soft lips, his well-defined arms and the galvanising heat that reinforces these desires.
On Tobi's end, the intensification of their kiss relaxes him. It brings his body forwards so that they are both pressing against each other, and are highly aware of the approaching lust that is insinuated between them.
Then, in a simultaneous act, they lean in one angle, until Deidara drops back and Tobi is hovering over him.
Deidara's mind is empty, detached from reality and vacant of any rationality. The blood that fuels these musings have settled complacently in one erogenous region.
His lips, now in the midst of exploring his partner's, comes across a harsh region he cannot dismiss. So he presses against the raised surface - over and over.
A scar?
Nevertheless, Tobi's enticing sigh creates a convenient opportunity for a more thorough exploration.
Deidara takes the chance to slide his tongue into his partner's mouth and taste the sweetness of that mysterious interior.
Eventually, Tobi's hesitance dissipates. Their lips finally sync again, and their tongues are touching and stroking each other's to a climatic response.
Surreal as this situation may be, the enthralling moment never lasts.
In the midst of such vehement, Deidara's finger brushes past Tobi's lips. It is an upward journey that takes him to the very harsh raised surface of his right cheek.
Perhaps he should have toned down the exploration, because his curiosity breaks the intimate contact.
Tobi suddenly winces and withdraws.
"Goodnight," he says heavily, and he swiftly pries Deidara's hand away from his face.
A moment's hesitation where he registers the disappointment and the ensuing unforeseeable act.
"Yeah, goodnight."