"Oi Tobi, do you think Rin is up to something?"
"You're just being paranoid, senpai," Tobi answers.
"She's always sneaking off," he says gruffly.
"Well, maybe she really is just tired," Tobi assures.
"I guess, at least she won't be around to bother us."
Tobi halts in his tracks.
"What did you just say?" he asks surprisingly.
"I didn't mean it like that!"
Tobi does not answer.
"Are you coming or what?" Deidara says testily.
"Did you really want it to be the two of us?"
There is a flattered edge to his voice.
Why is he feeling awkward? He is the dominant one here.
"Are you saying you want to be the dominant one?"
He stiffens at the subconscious comment.
"Stop overanalysing," he retorts harshly.
"Sorry," Tobi mutters.
Deidara does not speak, but the silence that flows between them signifies unspoken feelings.
If I reciprocate, how far will you go, Tobi?
x
The town's inn is the shabbiest looking crap Deidara has ever seen.
Nearly everything inside is broken, from the holes in the walls, chips and stains on wooden furniture to the scorch marks on the long curtains. It is a far cry from the town's ubiquitous beauty. He wonders if this is an illegal establishment the town does not know about.
The innkeeper sits wearily behind the counter and stares at them despairingly, as if he has never seen a customer before.
"This place reeks like shit, hm," is the first thing Deidara says when they approach the innkeeper.
"You don't say," he replies discordantly, "Here are your keys, only one room left."
x
Their room is the epitome of cheap and old. There are two small beds tucked away near the corner, and Deidara wonders how he is going to fit onto such a tiny mattress. Then he thinks of Tobi who is much bigger and taller than he.
The room is unusually dark and dingy, but there is one light that flickers with a low-pitched buzzing sound.
Without a word, Deidara shuts off all light sources.
"I can't see," Tobi says.
When Deidara parts the curtains, he does not see the enormous collection of dust that resides in the fabric. Haphazardly, he cops a dust storm.
"To hell with this place!" Deidara curses.
He makes a blind run for the bathroom.
"Washing the dust off your face when it's already in your lungs isn't going to really help-"
"Shut the hell up Tobi!"
At the comment, Tobi's figure disappears from the door. Sure, his partner's stupidity pisses him off, but Deidara should at least be a little more appreciative of the intention behind it.
Damn! He'll just have to suck it up and apologise.
With the windows facing an ugly brick wall, the room is still shrouded in pitched blackness.
Hesitantly, he calls to his partner.
"Tobi?"
No answer.
He sees him hunched on the corner bed.
"Tobi?"
He does not speak, nor flinch.
"I didn't mean to lash out," Deidara says.
"Hmph."
Tobi's scoff is almost condescending.
The silence lingers heavily, almost like a cloud of pollution that is ready to taint his lungs with every breath.
"Tobi, don't resent me. Where was your usual oblivious response…" he trails off uselessly.
The right words disperse somewhere in the disgusting air.
"Have you heard of limits?" Tobi says irascibly.
Perhaps Deidara is clouding his mind with the idiotic ideology that someone so carefree will never fall victim to anger or sadness?
"Tobi."
He allows several seconds of space before reaching for him. This time, Tobi does not move, nor does he seem in any way perturbed by the fact that Deidara is prying the mask off his face.
It is an audacious action, yet uncertainty obscures his thoughts and any scrap of logic.
"Just let it go already," Deidara whispers.
His lips press against his partner's for the umpteenth time, only this one is the third real time.
Tension mounts. Tobi is instantaneously rigid. But he does not withdraw or respond.
You're either in or you're out.
With that thought replaying, Deidara takes his partner's face. His forcefulness may have drained the rigidness from Tobi's body, because he suddenly shrinks back in alarm. The resulting action rebounds hard and leaves a pungent taste of blood between their mouths.
He retracts in an attempt to readjust. But Tobi, who is as fast as he is stupid, tightens his grip around Deidara and prevents him from moving in any direction but forwards.
Could it be that Tobi is conceding defeat?
Perhaps, because the result is a sudden fiery kiss between the two.
And it is in the middle of all this that Deidara realises that he is the only one making any sounds. His partner's quietness is perhaps disconcerting, as if their minds are on separate pages.
Regardless, it has never been a hindrance to Tobi's pleasuring skills.
Right now, their mouths are engaged in a ferocious battle. Their bodies mimic tongue movements, they ravish each other and force themselves down one another's throats. The air is heavily inundated with arousal and is a strong reinforcement to their fervent intimacy.
And Deidara finds himself pinned against the bed with Tobi's hulking figure hovering over him.
"Tobi?"
Tobi does not speak, instead he reaches for the brim of Deidara's trousers and proceeds until they are sitting just beneath his thighs.
Damn!
"Relax," his conscience murmurs.
Relax? How can he relax when Tobi's fingers are making light subtle movements up and down his thigh? How the hell can he relax when his 'other' mind is eagerly watching those deft hands?
It must be his restlessness but a sudden involuntary gasp escapes as Tobi wraps a gloved hand around his aching length. The passion, the gentle sliding act, the exciting sensation of rough material, it goes on and on but too slow by Deidara's standards.
Preference wise, he is violent, austere and impatient. If he has to move fast, he will not hesitate.
Yet despite these domineering thoughts, it never translates to reality.
When Deidara forces his body rigid, Tobi's grip tightens and he is sliding his hand down to the base and expertly rotating his grip back and forth until the pleasure builds and all logical thoughts are lost.
Fuck! He's really going to kill me!
"What are you…" he trails off tenuously.
Without answering and without giving him a break, Tobi continues to manipulate the surrounding raised edges of skin. He replicates the same rotating action, clenching and unclenching until Deidara is groaning with pleasure.
How does he…know?
So in the moments before liberation, he loses all control of suppressing those groans, and any other methodical reasoning against this whole ordeal.
If the walls are as thin as he thinks they are, well his neighbours are in for a long night.
In the impending exhilaration, he holds on to Tobi's surprisingly soft hair. Then he is seeing stars because in the last few seconds, he is flying amongst the shiny little dots.
And when he sits up, disoriented, Tobi's outline is standing at the end of the bed.
When did he move there so quickly?
"Tobi?"
Perhaps he imagined it all? Either way, it felt real enough…maybe.
He does not know. It does not matter.
And he is always sleepy after liberation.
Uncontrollable. It cannot be helped and he is not sorry for it at all.
Tobi does not answer and so Deidara leaves it there.