It was so easy to lose oneself in the illusion. This false sense of intimacy, the surprisingly quiet affection the Senju was showing him. Tobirama didn’t come across like the kind of man who would be content to lay there and feather soft kisses across his lover’s skin.
Their macabre topic of conversation just stood out all the stranger for it.
But then, they were two sworn enemies who found themselves drawn into this strange affair. By all rights, they should have hated one another’s guts and for the longest time, Tobirama had thought that was it. Just as Hashirama had found his match in Madara so too had he found his match in the younger Uchiha brother. Yet here they were cuddled up together naked and satiated together and he found he couldn’t even work up the guilt to be ashamed. This was pure selfishness and normally he was a man driven by a sense of devotion to his family and clan.
Here he was though with perhaps his greatest enemy in his arms trading languid kisses and caresses instead of blows on the battlefield. Would Izuna be able to feel the way the illusion started to stretch taut and thin as Tobirama’s far too keen mind started to resist the genjutsu?
Thankfully, the Uchiha was good at distractions and Tobirama’s suspicions seemed to die out by the time the kiss ended. He met Izuna’s petulant stare with a bland look of his own but something in thode red eyes softened even further at the comment about their time together being so limited. Regret shown in the Senju’s eyes and was reflected in the faint air of sadness which descended between them.
“No, I don’t want to fight. Our time together is too precious for that.” One of his hands shifted so he could reach up and stroke his fingers through the Uchiha’s long hair softly. He skimmed the backs of his knuckles down the length of his lover’s spine in doing so. For a man who claimed to not enjoy tactile contact, he sure couldn’t seem to get enough of touching Izuna! “I don’t want to end things between us on a sour note.”
Soon enough they would be back out on the battlefield facing death down every time they picked up their blades. There was a good chance they might even have to cross swords or face the reality that they might have to watch as the other one died at the hands of one of their clansmen or allies. This time was precious and Tobirama didn’t want to lose a second of it before they had to leave this dream-world they’d created together and return back to reality.
The fact that even this so-called dream world of theirs was nothing but a lie anyway was going to be a crushing realization once he realized how much he’d been tricked.
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Their macabre topic of conversation just stood out all the stranger for it.
But then, they were two sworn enemies who found themselves drawn into this strange affair. By all rights, they should have hated one another’s guts and for the longest time, Tobirama had thought that was it. Just as Hashirama had found his match in Madara so too had he found his match in the younger Uchiha brother. Yet here they were cuddled up together naked and satiated together and he found he couldn’t even work up the guilt to be ashamed. This was pure selfishness and normally he was a man driven by a sense of devotion to his family and clan.
Here he was though with perhaps his greatest enemy in his arms trading languid kisses and caresses instead of blows on the battlefield. Would Izuna be able to feel the way the illusion started to stretch taut and thin as Tobirama’s far too keen mind started to resist the genjutsu?
Thankfully, the Uchiha was good at distractions and Tobirama’s suspicions seemed to die out by the time the kiss ended. He met Izuna’s petulant stare with a bland look of his own but something in thode red eyes softened even further at the comment about their time together being so limited. Regret shown in the Senju’s eyes and was reflected in the faint air of sadness which descended between them.
“No, I don’t want to fight. Our time together is too precious for that.” One of his hands shifted so he could reach up and stroke his fingers through the Uchiha’s long hair softly. He skimmed the backs of his knuckles down the length of his lover’s spine in doing so. For a man who claimed to not enjoy tactile contact, he sure couldn’t seem to get enough of touching Izuna! “I don’t want to end things between us on a sour note.”
Soon enough they would be back out on the battlefield facing death down every time they picked up their blades. There was a good chance they might even have to cross swords or face the reality that they might have to watch as the other one died at the hands of one of their clansmen or allies. This time was precious and Tobirama didn’t want to lose a second of it before they had to leave this dream-world they’d created together and return back to reality.
The fact that even this so-called dream world of theirs was nothing but a lie anyway was going to be a crushing realization once he realized how much he’d been tricked.