“I’d try and avoid finding you on the battlefield. However, if you were trying to kill me or my clan then I’m going to do my duty. Yes, I would try to avoid a killing blow but you and I both know whatever this thing is between us, our clans and duties come first.” Tobirama shot back equally quiet. “And maybe one day our brothers’ mad ideas about peace might come to pass and we can finally meet one another in the open but until then, we’ll have to make do with this.”
Even in these false memories and the illusion they couldn’t put the bad blood between them fully to rest. There was always going to be that schism that existed between Uchiha and Senju for as long as their clans fought with each other. Hoping for anything more…hoping for some lasting romance or love was impossible for men like them and that sad knowledge was reflected in the somber look in Tobirama’s eyes as he looked down at his lover. Would Izuna find that vague air of regretful sadness a surprise?
He reached for his so-called lover then and mapped out the various textures and ridges of the scars he’d left on his body over the years. They’d done their level best to kill one another and it showed but also tied them together in a strange way. Tobirama didn’t know it was just the genjutsu tricking his mind into thinking the things that had happened…were happening weren’t real but the emotions it evoked inside of him were certainly real enough. His thumb traced the circular scar on Izuna’s hip right above the waistband of his trousers and the calluses that edged the pad of his finger from too many hours gripping weaponry rasped against the texture of his own mark left indelible and permanent on the Uchiha’s body.
“Leave it to an Uchiha to rush head first into matters without getting the lay of the land first.” That taunt was followed up by a hint of teeth as sank them into the pale column of the dark-haired man’s neck. It wasn’t hard enough to cause any real damage but the subtle warning in the gesture was unmistakable all the same. His tongue laved the abused skin when he let go and he suckled at it softly just because he enjoyed the husky sound of that gasp in his ear. Izuna enjoyed the attention as much as he had and he made note of it…though why would he need to do so when he should already know that about his lover?
Tobirama would never admit it out loud but he was shocked at how pleasant the sensation of those cool strands of hair felt sliding through his fingers. It was as soft as he imagined a woman’s hair would be and nothing like the thick bristle he’d always—always?—imagined it to be. Of course, most of the time he only saw Izuna in the midst of battle with sweat matting both their hairs and that long pony tail whipping about like the tail of a temperamental cat as the Uchiha spun and wheeled around to strike out at the enemy.
“Izuna…” he breathed the other’s name in counterpoint to that near silent whisper that barely reached his ears thanks to the way the Uchiha had buried it into the skin of his neck. Tobirama’s fingers curled and looped through that thick mane of hair as he felt Izuna’s questing fingers dip down beneath the edge of his pants to seek out his hips and the lean muscles there. A quiet groan escaped him with that first teasing rock of hips against his own and the hand resting at the shorter man’s waist tightened ever so slightly as his own knees went a little bit unsteady and weak. “Gods, I want you. No more games, just want you.” There was an edge of desperate vulnerability in that confession and one that would no doubt shame him later but for now it was the truth.
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Date: 2015-08-23 05:25 am (UTC)Even in these false memories and the illusion they couldn’t put the bad blood between them fully to rest. There was always going to be that schism that existed between Uchiha and Senju for as long as their clans fought with each other. Hoping for anything more…hoping for some lasting romance or love was impossible for men like them and that sad knowledge was reflected in the somber look in Tobirama’s eyes as he looked down at his lover. Would Izuna find that vague air of regretful sadness a surprise?
He reached for his so-called lover then and mapped out the various textures and ridges of the scars he’d left on his body over the years. They’d done their level best to kill one another and it showed but also tied them together in a strange way. Tobirama didn’t know it was just the genjutsu tricking his mind into thinking the things that had happened…were happening weren’t real but the emotions it evoked inside of him were certainly real enough. His thumb traced the circular scar on Izuna’s hip right above the waistband of his trousers and the calluses that edged the pad of his finger from too many hours gripping weaponry rasped against the texture of his own mark left indelible and permanent on the Uchiha’s body.
“Leave it to an Uchiha to rush head first into matters without getting the lay of the land first.” That taunt was followed up by a hint of teeth as sank them into the pale column of the dark-haired man’s neck. It wasn’t hard enough to cause any real damage but the subtle warning in the gesture was unmistakable all the same. His tongue laved the abused skin when he let go and he suckled at it softly just because he enjoyed the husky sound of that gasp in his ear. Izuna enjoyed the attention as much as he had and he made note of it…though why would he need to do so when he should already know that about his lover?
Tobirama would never admit it out loud but he was shocked at how pleasant the sensation of those cool strands of hair felt sliding through his fingers. It was as soft as he imagined a woman’s hair would be and nothing like the thick bristle he’d always—always?—imagined it to be. Of course, most of the time he only saw Izuna in the midst of battle with sweat matting both their hairs and that long pony tail whipping about like the tail of a temperamental cat as the Uchiha spun and wheeled around to strike out at the enemy.
“Izuna…” he breathed the other’s name in counterpoint to that near silent whisper that barely reached his ears thanks to the way the Uchiha had buried it into the skin of his neck. Tobirama’s fingers curled and looped through that thick mane of hair as he felt Izuna’s questing fingers dip down beneath the edge of his pants to seek out his hips and the lean muscles there. A quiet groan escaped him with that first teasing rock of hips against his own and the hand resting at the shorter man’s waist tightened ever so slightly as his own knees went a little bit unsteady and weak. “Gods, I want you. No more games, just want you.” There was an edge of desperate vulnerability in that confession and one that would no doubt shame him later but for now it was the truth.