"You are a ninja, Tobirama," he quietly countered back. "Do you know anything other than people trying to kill you?"
And that... was an almost curious statement. Hobbies. Did the man have hobbies? Did he like to do anything other than make ridiculous jutsus and kill Izuna's brethren? If he wasn't --
No. No. This was stupid. Why did he care? He didn't. He would be dead soon anyway, all of this could go back to being a mission that was forgotten, and his brother would praise him for his work. Madara would be so proud (though the exact details and methods he used would be muddled, a secret; how he would react to knowing that Izuna seduced him would force this to remain untold). That was what was important.
But he could feel Tobirama nuzzling, could feel the fingers against his shoulders, and he was surprised by how good the experience was. How calming it was. How it made his heart feel. It had to be because it was his first time of ever knowing such affection; he was sure of it. It wasn't because it was Tobirama.
Stupid Senju.
"Mmm, but you won't kill me," he murmured, pressing back against him a little more. Wound, sure. But kill? He doubted it, not in this pretend little venture. Outside, Izuna had the upper hand, would finish it before it could start.
Of course the bastard wouldn't give up anything. Of course. And he couldn't come right out and ask him what he was doing.
"The clans talk, defectors, rumors. There's something going around that you're going to be transporting something important soon." His hand reached behind him, gently trailing along the other man's hip. "I can try to keep my people away from you, but I might have to go to ensure you don't wind up on the end of someone's kunai, little Senju. Which way will you be coming from so I can volunteer?"
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Date: 2015-09-07 04:02 pm (UTC)And that... was an almost curious statement. Hobbies. Did the man have hobbies? Did he like to do anything other than make ridiculous jutsus and kill Izuna's brethren? If he wasn't --
No. No. This was stupid. Why did he care? He didn't. He would be dead soon anyway, all of this could go back to being a mission that was forgotten, and his brother would praise him for his work. Madara would be so proud (though the exact details and methods he used would be muddled, a secret; how he would react to knowing that Izuna seduced him would force this to remain untold). That was what was important.
But he could feel Tobirama nuzzling, could feel the fingers against his shoulders, and he was surprised by how good the experience was. How calming it was. How it made his heart feel. It had to be because it was his first time of ever knowing such affection; he was sure of it. It wasn't because it was Tobirama.
Stupid Senju.
"Mmm, but you won't kill me," he murmured, pressing back against him a little more. Wound, sure. But kill? He doubted it, not in this pretend little venture. Outside, Izuna had the upper hand, would finish it before it could start.
Of course the bastard wouldn't give up anything. Of course. And he couldn't come right out and ask him what he was doing.
"The clans talk, defectors, rumors. There's something going around that you're going to be transporting something important soon." His hand reached behind him, gently trailing along the other man's hip. "I can try to keep my people away from you, but I might have to go to ensure you don't wind up on the end of someone's kunai, little Senju. Which way will you be coming from so I can volunteer?"