This is why we have rules against fraternization with the enemy...

[tobirama]

Characters: Izuna curseofhatred & Tobirama tobirama
Verse: TBC
Status: Closed Log
Warnings: Sexual content, mindfuckery, potential triggery usage of genjutsu, all around bad things.


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“No you can’t,” Tobirama’s tone suggested he didn’t understand how they’d somehow come to discuss this rather inane and trivial topic of conversation when there were far better things they could be doing at the moment. Who knew what his reaction might have been if he’d known the borderline psychopathic thoughts circling around in Izuna’s head?

He’d probably just use it to further prove his belief that the Uchiha as a whole were a clan full of lunatics and madmen no doubt.

Tobirama could not help the deficiencies of his own body and how the lack of skin pigmentation meant every little inch of flushed skin burned bright and hot. It would probably have mortified him if he’d been capable of seeing himself at that moment. He hardly resembled the normally collected, cool-headed individual he normally was. Not right now with Izuna’s mouth leaving damp little teasing nibbles along his skin which left it feeling electrified in its wake.

The fact he trusted an Uchiha so close to his throat had not escaped him and a part of the albino was screaming at him to be on his guard but it was hard when Izuna’s fingers were inside his shirt and nudging it back. Unsurprisingly, he wore ninja mesh beneath with the inborn paranoia of a shinobi. He might have abandoned his armor for this little rendezvous but just as he still carried his sword with him, so too could he not quite manage to abandon all of his training even if the light weight body armor wouldn’t do a whole lot to protect him if Izuna got it in his head to go crazy.

He had to trust the Uchiha and his tainted blood which was a prospect which should have been laughable in any other circumstances.

“I’m not dyeing my hair.” Thoroughly exasperated now, he pinned the shorter man with an aggravated look. Because of course he immediately went to the horrifying mental image of him with dark hair. Combined with his complexion and those damned eyes of his he really would look like one of those damned Uchiha and that was the very last thing Tobirama would ever want. He stood out like a sore thumb among his nearly universally brown and tanned clan but he refused to look any more like the enemy. “What is your sudden obsession with my looks, Uchiha?”

He used that clan name rather than Izuna’s given name as a means of conveying his annoyance with his entire conversation. Tobirama hadn’t been planning on accidentally trapping the other in the sleeves of his clothes as he pushed that yukata down off his shoulders but he was momentarily pleased with the outcome if only because it distracted Izuna.

The smile he offered was sharp and decidedly lupine in nature as Izuna struggled out of his yukata. It was tempting to reach out and grasp his arms and effectively trap him in his own clothing but that would probably escalate things into a fight rather than anything else. Neither of them trusted one another that far and even at their most vulnerable, Tobirama knew neither forgot just who the other was and the fact they were effectively sleeping with their mortal enemy.

“Not on purpose,” he admitted blandly and while the dark-haired man busied himself with untangling his arms from his sleeves, he shrugged off his own short-sleeved top and let it fall unhindered to the ground along with the pale yellow sash Izuna had already discarded. To his credit, Tobirama didn’t even hesitate as he snagged the bottom hem of his mesh armored top and started to tug it up over his head as well so that he and the Uchiha were at least on relatively even ground in their respective states of undress.

Comments

[curseofhatred]

Sudden obsession? It was hardly an obsession, but more of a curiosity, laying the wondering questions in the ether rather than keeping them to himself. If he didn't like his hair, change it. If it didn't work with being a shinobi, with him killing the Uchiha in front of him, then fix it. Wasn't that how it should be?

"I just want to make sure that you live up to your shinobi potential," he murmured. "I have to make sure that you're at your best so you can kill me later, right?"

Would he? Would he be able to kill him after this? How would he look at him now that things were happening? Would this fuel him on even more? How much fun was this going to be?

But then again, there were always henges. Did that mean Izuna would have to distrust everyone for awhile?

Even as he struggled with his own clothes, Izuna couldn't help but glance over as Tobirama's kimono top fell, the mesh soon to follow. Izuna hesitated in the moment, watching him, watching the expanse of skin revealed, white as the moon soon to come out. He looked for marks and bruises, for old scars, for new ones, saw his nipples and quickly looked away. Izuna was blushing, he knew it, he felt it, but he couldn't stop it. Traitorous body.

For a second, he stared, down. Now what? He had never done this before and the minor things he had witnessed lovers do had run out and there was nothing else to reference. There was only instinct, and he wasn't sure it would be enough. This sort of training didn't come to them, at least, not until they were older.

Hands found the other's hips almost blindly, before he tilted his head back up, looking up at him. Fingers let go after a heartbeat, moving to the front of the man's pants, slowly tracing the waistband softly the tips of his digits. His thumb brushed the man's navel, before he pushed his body against the albino's.

"What would you like to do tonight?" There. Leave it at his feet so Izuna's own inexperience wasn't compromised. Perfect. And besides, there was a chance that whatever the Senju said, the Uchiha would do the opposite. Wasn't that the normal for them, after all?