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el_musebox2015-08-22 12:32 pm
tobirama) wrote in el_musebox2015-08-22 12:32 pm
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This is why we have rules against fraternization with the enemy...
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.
curseofhatred & Tobirama tobiramaVerse: 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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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.
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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.
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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.