No, there was no chance for love between them because they had the weight of their entire clans and their hungry blood feud resting on their shoulders. Even in this, Izuna could not convince Tobirama there was anything resembling a happy ending for them to look forward to. All they would be allowed were these few and fleeting moments stolen from their clans and responsibilities.
Eventually, he knew even this would have to come to an end. How many more times could they slink off undetected before someone got suspicious? Already, he suspected Touka knew something was amiss with him because he’d felt her dark eyes watching him silently all too often these days. He simply hoped she trusted him enough not to investigate any further but what happened if someone else decided to follow him and found him fraternizing with the enemy? Not just the enemy but Uchiha Izuna of all people; a man second only to Madara for the amount of Senju blood on his hands. It was tantamount to treason and he was aware of it yet still selfishly he continued to seek the other man out. Would Hashirama understand or would he have to look at his beloved big brother and see the same horrible judgement he fully expected to see reflected in the rest of his clan’s eyes if this came out? After all…Hashirama had garnered a friendship with Madara when they’d been younger but Tobirama knew there was no comparison between the two. An innocent friendship with an unknown shinobi child and sleeping with the enemy were two vastly different things.
And every time he said Izuna’s clan name or he heard that hissed ‘Senju’ on the other man’s tongue, he was reminded of that fact. Tobirama just growled and kissed the other man back all the more harder and aggressively with more teeth and tongue as though he could turn even that kiss into some kind of battle for dominance.
He groaned quietly at the slick sensation of his thumb sliding across the tips of their cocks. Logically, he’d known they were both leaking copious amounts of pre-cum by now but it was still surprisingly erotic to the touch all the same. And judging by Izuna’s reaction, he also enjoyed it so he made sure to repeat the gesture on the next upstroke. The albino ninja knew he was getting close because already his balls felt tight and aching but it was just sheer determination on his part not to allow the Uchiha the satisfaction of watching him come first that kept him from going off like the randy, over-wrought teenager he truly was.
That hissed command cut through the pleasure and had those red eyes slitting open ever so slightly. The pain of that bite when coupled with the soft flick of the man’s damp tongue very nearly undid him and Tobirama couldn’t quite stifle the open moan that escaped him.
“Bossy,” was all he could manage but the word was laced with a wealth of affection instead of accusation. He opened his eyes further and met the glimmer of those still active Sharingan eyes in the shadows. The hand that had been holding so tight onto the Uchiha’s hip moved upwards to bury itself once more in that dark curtain of loose black hair until he’d finally gotten a handful of it near close to the nape. He could have used it to yank the other man’s head back or a dozen different other martial applications but Tobirama didn’t seem inclined to attack or yank on those silky strands. “I’m right...here. Gods.”
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Date: 2015-09-01 04:46 am (UTC)Eventually, he knew even this would have to come to an end. How many more times could they slink off undetected before someone got suspicious? Already, he suspected Touka knew something was amiss with him because he’d felt her dark eyes watching him silently all too often these days. He simply hoped she trusted him enough not to investigate any further but what happened if someone else decided to follow him and found him fraternizing with the enemy? Not just the enemy but Uchiha Izuna of all people; a man second only to Madara for the amount of Senju blood on his hands. It was tantamount to treason and he was aware of it yet still selfishly he continued to seek the other man out. Would Hashirama understand or would he have to look at his beloved big brother and see the same horrible judgement he fully expected to see reflected in the rest of his clan’s eyes if this came out? After all…Hashirama had garnered a friendship with Madara when they’d been younger but Tobirama knew there was no comparison between the two. An innocent friendship with an unknown shinobi child and sleeping with the enemy were two vastly different things.
And every time he said Izuna’s clan name or he heard that hissed ‘Senju’ on the other man’s tongue, he was reminded of that fact. Tobirama just growled and kissed the other man back all the more harder and aggressively with more teeth and tongue as though he could turn even that kiss into some kind of battle for dominance.
He groaned quietly at the slick sensation of his thumb sliding across the tips of their cocks. Logically, he’d known they were both leaking copious amounts of pre-cum by now but it was still surprisingly erotic to the touch all the same. And judging by Izuna’s reaction, he also enjoyed it so he made sure to repeat the gesture on the next upstroke. The albino ninja knew he was getting close because already his balls felt tight and aching but it was just sheer determination on his part not to allow the Uchiha the satisfaction of watching him come first that kept him from going off like the randy, over-wrought teenager he truly was.
That hissed command cut through the pleasure and had those red eyes slitting open ever so slightly. The pain of that bite when coupled with the soft flick of the man’s damp tongue very nearly undid him and Tobirama couldn’t quite stifle the open moan that escaped him.
“Bossy,” was all he could manage but the word was laced with a wealth of affection instead of accusation. He opened his eyes further and met the glimmer of those still active Sharingan eyes in the shadows. The hand that had been holding so tight onto the Uchiha’s hip moved upwards to bury itself once more in that dark curtain of loose black hair until he’d finally gotten a handful of it near close to the nape. He could have used it to yank the other man’s head back or a dozen different other martial applications but Tobirama didn’t seem inclined to attack or yank on those silky strands. “I’m right...here. Gods.”