The Perks of Isolation

Scouting duty. Or something like that. Point was, they'd been out for nearly three days, diligence turned to blatant laziness. It wasn't as if anyone ever came around this particular base, anyway.

His new partner had been in Akatsuki for only about two weeks, but already, Deidara wanted a replacement. The kid never shut the fuck up. At least, Deidara assumed he was a kid - it was hard to tell with that weirdass mask he wore all the time. At the moment the pair were lounging about in a tree; at least, the more artistic of the two had been, while Tobi was out doing something retarded. He'd come back and held up some sort of rock in one gloved hand at Deidara, fascinated by some aspect of the thing.

"I don't give a shit, un." Why did the little bastard pester him so much? It wasn't the way of the Akatsuki. Deidara dropped to the ground, glaring daggers at his partner. Tobi remained enamoured with the rock. "Senpai, this rock is colored in two halves! Isn't that cool?! It looks like Zetsu-san, haha!"

... Fucking idiot. An utter disgrace to the terrorists that were Akatsuki. And they were partners. Deidara didn't respond, instead sitting with his back to the tree with mute exasperation. Usually the whole "if I ignore you, you'll fuck off" thing didn't work too well with Tobi, but it was all he had in his arsenal save for beating the shit out of him. And Deidara was, at the moment, feeling a bit lazy.

Tobi followed suit, taking a seat uncomfortably close as he examined the rock. Deidara inched away, fierce hatred in his eyes, but it was futile. Tobi had no sense of boundaries. Tossing the little stone somewhere ahead, the masked ninja suddenly pulled the tops of his strapped socks down and laid them to the side. Deidara was hardly paying attention to this act, eyes closed lightly in a feeble attempt to block the irritating presence out. But of course, just as he'd done so, Tobi had started making a fucking racket. The rustling of clothing nearby prompted icy blues to snap open once more, narrowed in aggravation.

Tobi had taken his sandals off. ".. The fuck are you doing?" Deidara growled, giving him a shove. "You think we're supposed to be getting comfortable here?! Stop taking your damn clothes off, un!"

His partner flinched in response. Despite the mask covering his face, Tobi's emotions were easy to gauge via body language. That slump was all too apologetic. "I'm sorry, senpai, it's just kind of... warm out." And then the sudden upwards shift, like he was so fucking pleased with himself for giving an excuse. Deidara's eye slid to the now-bare feet.

A brief flicker of arousal greeted him at the sight. He averted his glance. No way in hell was he going to get turned on by Tobi, of all people.

As if he could read his partner's mind, Tobi stretched out the toes and wiggled them a little. "That's not too offensive, is it, senpai?" he chided playfully, only causing further annoyance to the man with a rather obvious fetish. Why did he have to act like they were friends? Sickening. Deidara shifted awkwardly, maneuvering the fabric of the cloak to conceal his budding erection.

God damn it all.

And Tobi continued on incessantly, the accompanying movement of his oh-so-pallid feet with their almost delicate looking undersides, a soft fleshy color almost virginal in appearance, continually tormenting his dear senpai and driving him to the edge. At once one hand of the more artistically-inclined ninja shot forward, slamming itself down on Tobi's right foot and holding it still. "Stop it!"

"... Eh?" A small noise of confusion gave way to a startled squeak as a tongue darted out from his partner's hand. "Senpai! Don't!" Tobi squirmed around, giggling uncontrollably as the tongue from the hand-mouth traced its tip slowly around the sole only half-involuntarily. Deidara watched, transfixed as his own appendages worked against him. At least no one was around, right? "Deidara-san!" Tobi nearly screamed, his voice as irritating as ever. "Quit fidgeting around so much," the blond growled, using his other hand to press Tobi toward the ground. The masked nin only resisted. "S-senpai, please stop, it t-t--"

"--Tickles?" Deidara gave him a wicked glance. "Spit it out already, un." His voice was disinterested despite the harsh words, instead focusing back on those tantalizing little feet. The tongue flicked between each toe, saliva beginning to coat the sensitive skin. Tobi's foot twitched, uncomfortably tense, but he remained silent in fear of angering his superior even more. He could feel the hardness of Deidara's cock against his leg now, as the other man had gotten closer and closer, almost entranced with the act. Tobi felt extremely embarrassed, yet there was something else, as well.

Quite suddenly Deidara guided his hand in a different direction, tracing that sharp tongue up his partner's ankle before slowly pulling away. One icy blue eye gazed at Tobi, lids heavy and almost sedated-looking. "Did you like that?" the blond mused, closing the distance between their bodies in one long crawl. He could feel the alluring mix of fear and excitement radiating off the body of his partner. "... Uh..." And the kid was at a loss for words, clearly untouched in the ways of the flesh. Mere minutes of playing with those provocative feet had made Deidara hornier than he'd been in months.

His cock ached under the cover of his Akatsuki garb, and he pressed his groin against the other's. Tobi recoiled despite his own stiffening member, only to be clutched by Deidara and pulled back, closer, warmer. Nerves ignited on every inch of his skin, pleasure exuding almost painfully in its intensity as Deidara's hand slid down the outside of his thigh, searching for the waistline of his pants. All of this and Deidara actual mouth nestled at his neck, pulling the scarf away with his teeth and tracing his smooth neck with a softer tongue.

Tobi's toes curled. An action not unnoticed by his senpai as he pushed him to the ground, uncharacteristically gentle. The hands found what they were looking for and tugged aggressively. Tobi raised his hips to assist and his shaft was instantly attended to, Deidara grasping it firmly for a moment before allowing the hand-tongue to glide out and tease, smirking in an imitation of its master as Tobi spasmed around under its expert touch.

This lasted only a sweet minute before Deidara took control once more, adjusting Tobi's legs in a fashion that would allow him easy access. No need for spit as a lube; his own dick was spurting a larger-than-average amount of precum in its state, thoroughly stimulated by the masked ninja's captivating feet. The blond positioned himself before attempting entry, resisting the feral urge to plunge mercilessly in and destroy the poor boy's insides. Not that Deidara was above that or anything, but he was in an absolutely complying mood. With a grunt, the artist eased himself forward slowly, his cock throbbing harder with each soft moan and twitch from his submissive, lying prone and equally turned on below him.

Once Deidara managed to slide himself in fully, Tobi offered him further indulgence. His leg drew back, and he rested his left foot lightly on the blond's shoulder.

His smirk showed more teeth. Deidara clasped the stray foot with one hand as he began to thrust slowly, letting the palm-tongue slither about curiously. He then brought the elegant foot to his actual mouth and closed it around Tobi's toes, giving each little nub a bit of slack attention. He'd stopped fucking the other man in the process, seemingly lulled to a more languid state as he sucked carefully on each toe, as if it were the cock of one far above him in rank.

Tobi tolerated his sudden lack of screwing for only a few minutes before jerking his foot away and writhing around to get Deidara's attention once more. The blond blinked, as if awoken from stupor. He grinned lazily.

"You like me fucking you, Tobi-kun?" Deidara mocked, closing his hands around Tobi's bony hips and driving his cock into the warm tunnel once more. His partner drew in a sharp breath, his own member twitching impatiently. "Mm-" He managed a low moan before Deidara began thrusting far more rapidly than before, now dying for release after all this torturous buildup. Tobi's legs straddled his senpai tight, hands anchored at his back with nails that tried to dig in vain through thick clothing. Deidara was pressed close enough against him that his lower stomach provided enough friction to effectively jerk off the virginal cock, the piece of his own body that Tobi left so distended most of his life. And it was fucking incredible.

Deidara grunted and let out a violent breath as he suddenly came, heat exploding and spreading as Tobi's partner filled him to the brim. The blond reached over with a hand-tongue outstretched to finish his inferior off, but before it even made contact his dick spasmed once more, letting out a few heavy spurts of cum to spray on his lower belly. All at once the masked ninja relaxed, sinking into the ground and panting wildly as his pelvis enjoyed a few aftershocks.

A fiendish grin. Deidara's hand-tongue hastily licked up the spilled juices and retreated into his palm, as the blond moved away from Tobi and started to pull his pants back up. Some experience. Tobi rolled onto his stomach, looking curiously at his senpai. He wanted to ask where the hell that had even come from, but he opted for once to keep his mouth shut and simply move on.

There was no further touching, no cuddling, no exchange of loving words or even a mention of what they'd done that day. The pair were content in their primality, it seemed, if only for the moment it has arisen. And no doubt it would, someday, surface once more.