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.


Continued on from Here

“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.

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[curseofhatred]

The touches made his skin feel...electric, his body electric. Warm. His arm was sensitive, the motions kind, and he closed his eyes as he relished in the barest, most insignificant of things. He liked it. He liked being touched and he hated himself for how amazed he was by the smallest of affections.

The fact that it was coming from Tobirama of all people, was no less a miracle.

But the idea of peace, of nothing to fight for, of embracing hobbies and a quiet life... it seemed almost beyond the scope of thought, of reality. Sure, he had interests of his own now, little ones he didn't talk about to anyone, but they were put to the wayside in order to focus on the war. His own personal enjoyment came secondary to the mission at hand. That was the way the shinobi worked.

Lips were warm against his shoulder and he closed his eyes as he smiled. There was nothing to apologize over; the truth was the truth. He would wreck the world for his brother, tear it all apart, and he assumed nothing less from Tobirama. It was fitting, wasn't it?

"Wrong word then. 'Can't' kill me." He laughed a little, teasing, clearly meaning not capable over emotionally unable to. A light jab, nothing serious, but the laughter slowly fell away.

Tobirama was suspicious. Dammit, he pressed too hard, knowing his time was short. He was better than this!

Carefully, he rolled over so he could face the other man, his eyes looking up at him as if he was bothered by something. "Sorry, I just...have a lot on my mind," he muttered, sad, almost dejected in the moment. Uchiha could be amazing liars if they needed to be. "I wasn't thinking. Forget it." And he leaned up to kiss him.

[tobirama]

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.

[curseofhatred]

That mark? That mark was from another enemy, another Senju warrior, a shuriken that had hit true. Of all the scars Izuna had, it was the one he liked the least, a reminder of how some nameless fool had gotten the better of him for a single moment, how they had etched their legacy into his flesh when he had nothing else to go on. This mark would be carried forever...and it wasn't even worth it.

Izuna had killed him a second later, angry, growling.

The fact that Tobirama touched it made him frown. Why couldn't he touch one of his own marks? The line across his back? The one at his hip?

But there were those lips, speaking against his skin, and Izuna thought that this, that these illusionary moments with the lips against his skin, were more intimate than anything he had with anyone else. Soft and alluring and quiet, he appreciated the subtlety of the movement on someone who in no way should be doing it. It felt so out of place against the morose topic of conversation.

But I want to kill you. I have to kill you. That is what war is: death.

"Mm." But now they were facing one another, and Izuna was staring up into red eyes as those hands settled around him. They looked through him, and Izuna hated it, hated how much they knew when it should be nothing, nothing at all.

At least he relaxed into the kiss a little. There was that.

"I know," he hissed, rolling his eyes as if it was a well-worn path they had traveled before. "I'm just tired and it slipped out before I could stop myself." Fingers trailed up the other's back, wondering how he could smooth over the situation. How much time did he have any more? It couldn't be much.

"Are we going to fight about this when we have so little time between us?"

[tobirama]

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.

[curseofhatred]

An urge struck, strange and foreign, and he wanted to kiss him for his own reasons. He wanted a repeat of what they did a few moments earlier, only slower, longer, less antagonistic goading and just something quiet. He wanted…more of this.

Was it the Senju’s value of their time? The look in his eyes, the feel of those knuckles against his back? He wasn’t sure, but in that moment, he wanted more, he wanted to do it again, he wanted to kiss him, to touch him, and mean it.

And then he realized how sick and wrong he was. How he shouldn’t want any of this, how it was stupid and foolish and toxic. His brother would never forgive him. He was blushing before he could stop it, but it hardly mattered; it could be masked as a reaction to the kind words the other said. It was believable, he knew it.

“Don’t worry, Senju; we won’t.”

It was such a shame how this would end…but Izuna didn’t want to think about it now, not as he leaned into him, as he kissed him, as he slid his leg between the other’s and gently pushed against him. Lulling him. He was just lulling him, that was it, and then he would ask again. He would find a way, would get into it, and if he couldn’t do it pleasantly, then he would kill him inside this dreamworld.

Maybe that’s what he had to do, have his lover betray him here, stab him, hurt him. Maybe breaking his heart would make him talk. Though, he sincerely doubted it with someone like Tobirama.

[tobirama]

He wasn’t expecting the suddenly slow and lingering kiss but Tobirama certainly wasn’t going to complain about it! A shuddery little sigh escaped him and was captured by Izuna’s mouth as they exchanged a series of tender and languid kisses. It was the kind of kiss that left a warm fluttery sensation in the pit of your stomach and had toes curling. Not the sort of kiss he expected to share with his mortal enemy but compared to the downright combative kisses they’d been exchanging before this was downright…sweet.

The moon was high enough now that it illuminated them adequately enough to make out the subtle redness to their cheeks and it cast an eerie light to the Senju’s colorless hair. Callused fingertips stroked and feathered across the Uchiha’s shoulder as the kiss dragged on pleasantly.

He’d been so wrapped up in Izuna that Tobirama hadn’t even noticed the approaching chakra signatures. But even as distracted as he was by his lover, he’d recognize Hashirama’s familiar warm chakra anywhere. That pale head jerked up suddenly as red eyes went wide with a combination of surprise and dismay.

“Someone is coming. Shit, Hashirama—“ Tobirama started to warn his ‘lover’ but then there was the firm and sharp ’kai’ and the genjutsu melted away abruptly.

For Hashirama the sight of his beloved brother just standing there stock still with his sword laying there limp at his feet from where slack fingers had released the hilt had been a chilling and horrible one. Only the fact that Izuna had been just as enraptured in maintaining the genjutsu had no doubt kept the Uchiha from doing something untoward towards his brother.

When the breathless and near hysterical Katsuo had come crashing into their scouting party, it had taken the younger Senju nearly a minute to regain his breath enough to inform his clan head of the dangerous situation he’d been forced to leave Tobirama in. In truth, Hashirama had been secretly terrified he’d come racing in to discover his sole living blood relative cold and dead much like he’d found Itama all those years.

Instead he’d found an equally bone-chilling tableau but all it took was one look at the spinning crimson wheel of that active Sharingan to realize what Izuna had been up to. The brunette ninja had made the hand seals and barked that order to release the illusion.

For Tobirama it was like having a bucket of ice cold water dumped over his head. The shock and confusion of trying to figure out what was reality and what was not was jarring to the senses and to the mind. Red eyes stared dully across the distance at Izuna for a moment before life and coherence returned and suddenly, everything became horrifically clear to him.

[curseofhatred]

It had been good. It had been perfect; Tobirama was falling into it, and their kisses were soft and impossibly sweet. For one blissful moment, even he had forgotten his place, slightly shifting under the fingertips that teased him; the genjutsu felt too real and he was so damn deep to keep it going. Killing him could come later, so much later, and--

But then Tobirama was moving, and his own red eyes stared confusedly up at the other man. Coming? Someone was--

Shit!

It happened so fast, so quick that he barely had time to comprehend what occurred, what order. Tobirama had been warm and naked beside him, kissing him, touching him, but then that damn kai was ringing in his head as he was suddenly staring into the red eyes of the younger Senju. A fully clothed, very confused Senju.

There was a second where Izuna couldn't move, as if he was the trapped in the jutsu now, his lips parted, his eyes red as blood. Inside his pants, he was painfully hard, but there was something else, something he didn't--couldn't--

"Go!" he hissed, but he didn't know if he was talking to himself or the man across from him; everything was confusing, strange, pieces of a puzzle whose picture was unfamiliar. He stepped back, standing on the river water, no bedroll in sight, the daylight blinding. He pulled out his sword, but he knew he couldn't win, not against the both of them. Hashirama could hold his own again Madara, and even Izuna couldn't do that. Tobirama was difficult enough.

Reaching into his sleeve, he felt a smoke bomb fall into his hand. He needed to get out of here, now.

[tobirama]

Tobirama’s mind was having trouble switching from those lazy and sweet kisses under the soft moonlight to the harshness of reality. Hidden beneath the plates of his armor, he was achingly hard inside his pants thanks to the side-effect of the genjutsu. Thankfully, the armor hid his own erection but it couldn’t save his wounded pride when the realization sank in of just how effectively the Uchiha had fooled him.

Confusion followed by something that might have even been a sort of hurt expression swiftly chased its way across his face before those pale features set into a more expected parade of outrage and anger.

“You son of a bitch!” Tobirama snarled with more anger than Izuna had probably ever seen on that normally cold and composed face. He wasn’t the type of man who lost his head in a fight and preferred to keep cool and collected. But realizing your mortal enemy had just tricked you into some twisted and perverse lovefest was enough to rile even his temper.

Even as Izuna threw that smoke bomb, Tobirama was reaching for his weapons pouch since it was closer than his sword and he threw a handful of those razor sharp throwing blades into the smoke Izuna disappeared into. The Uchiha would be able to see him gathering his chakra in an attempt to track his movements over the water.

If the Uchiha had even a lick of sense he’d get off over the river and as far away from the water as he could because the Senju was drawing upon enough chakra to create one of those deadly water dragon techniques of his. Izuna had assumed he would be the one attempting murder after the genjutsu faded but apparently Tobirama wanted him just as dead and really…could you blame him?

“He’s headed across the river!” The albino ninja snapped at his brother and Hashirama started to mold his chakra as well though unlike his brother, he wasn’t particularly keen on hurting the Uchiha now that he knew his brother was okay. He and Madara had an almost unstated rule between them. Unlike their fathers, they didn’t attempt to take out their respective brothers. They’d both shed enough blood and sacrificed enough kin for this continued and extended war between their clans without sacrificing their sole remaining relatives in the name of this centuries long conflict.

[curseofhatred]

Water. Water. He needed to get off the water. Dodging the blades was easy with the sharingan, and he was running, jumping off that damn river that would get him killed. Why did he put him into a genjutsu there of all places? Why hadn't he thought this out? Why was he too cocky?

One jumps, two, and he was off the water, landing on the ground. The smoke was thinner here, and he could see Hashirama, clear, sharp, and Izuna watched him the molding chakra. If he was caught here, he was done; his brother would find his body days later, half-eaten by wild animals. Tobirama would probably torture him for all that he had done. It would end poorly.

Throwing three kunai with exploding tags attached, he ran, launching himself into the deepest part of trees, hoping to hide in the shadows as best he could while moving. The undergrowth was deep and the birds had long since gone, so there was nothing to disturb him as he vaulted. Move. Go. Behind him, he could hear the tags explode, but he hadn't been precise so he doubted that he hit anyone.

Today had been a failure. He got nothing out of Tobirama, no information, hadn't killed him, but... it didn't feel like a loss. It didn't feel even close to a loss. And why? Why was that? What was going on!?

Inside his pants, his cock made it hard to run, and he flushed deeply as he jumped from branch to branch quickly. He would be home soon, and somehow, somehow, he would have to explain what happened today. Perhaps, he could leave out the details of the genjutsu; something told him that the Senju wouldn't be telling his brother either.