The albino ninja was not a tactile person by nature but he’d found he enjoyed touching Izuna. His skin was a curious mixture of softness and rough and the textural differences fascinated him. Absently, Tobirama stroked his thumb along a crescent shaped scar on the Uchiha’s bicep and tried to recall if it was a mark he’d given him or some other unknown enemy.
They’d spent so much of their lives trying to kill each other yet here they found themselves cuddling under a purloined blanket with the Senju symbol stitched into the top hem. He didn’t know how they’d ended up here but how ironic was it that that….that was just his mind starting to poke and prod at the gaps in the genjutsu and point out the obvious flaws in this little dream world of theirs.
Tobirama kept his lips pressed against the sharp jut of Izuna’s shoulder. “Can but I would prefer not to if I can manage it.” He murmured the words against that warm skin and peppered a line of affectionate kisses along the crest of the other man’s shoulder until he reached the long, graceful column of the Uchiha’s neck. “Any more than you want to kill me.” It should have sounded like a boastful statement but there was so much somberness in the other man’s voice that it stole any levity from the jesting comment.
Somewhat reluctantly, Tobirama released Izuna enough that the shorter man could twist around in his arms until he was facing him and he rearranged his arms around him so that they were looped loosely against his waist. Those far too suspicious red eyes met his gaze for a moment and it seemed almost as though he could peer through every lie or illusion the Uchiha threw at him.
“No shared information. It’s the only way this will work between us.” It was the only way they could trust that the other wasn’t trying to use them as an easy mark of a source of intel to be exploited. Tobirama’s mouth was firm and unyielding against his own for a long moment before they softened ever so slightly to press back gently.
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They’d spent so much of their lives trying to kill each other yet here they found themselves cuddling under a purloined blanket with the Senju symbol stitched into the top hem. He didn’t know how they’d ended up here but how ironic was it that that….that was just his mind starting to poke and prod at the gaps in the genjutsu and point out the obvious flaws in this little dream world of theirs.
Tobirama kept his lips pressed against the sharp jut of Izuna’s shoulder. “Can but I would prefer not to if I can manage it.” He murmured the words against that warm skin and peppered a line of affectionate kisses along the crest of the other man’s shoulder until he reached the long, graceful column of the Uchiha’s neck. “Any more than you want to kill me.” It should have sounded like a boastful statement but there was so much somberness in the other man’s voice that it stole any levity from the jesting comment.
Somewhat reluctantly, Tobirama released Izuna enough that the shorter man could twist around in his arms until he was facing him and he rearranged his arms around him so that they were looped loosely against his waist. Those far too suspicious red eyes met his gaze for a moment and it seemed almost as though he could peer through every lie or illusion the Uchiha threw at him.
“No shared information. It’s the only way this will work between us.” It was the only way they could trust that the other wasn’t trying to use them as an easy mark of a source of intel to be exploited. Tobirama’s mouth was firm and unyielding against his own for a long moment before they softened ever so slightly to press back gently.