Tobirama had waited years to be reunited with his lover, he was willing to wait a few minutes while Izuna decided if this half existence he’d forced upon him was too unbearable or unwanted. He knew it wasn’t a perfect solution but he hadn’t been able to figure out how to bring Izuna back any other way and Tobirama had the sinking feeling this was as good as it was going to get.
Those shadow-filled and somber red eyes watched the Uchiha silently as he wrest with his own tenuous existential crisis. But finally hearing that softly uttered no, the relief that flashed through the albino ninja’s eyes was unmistakable. He’d been quietly dreading the idea that Izuna would demand he release him back to the nothingness of the Pure Land.
He carefully sat up despite the weight of the Uchiha curled up against his chest mainly because the discomfort of his armor digging into his lower back was becoming too much. Tobirama gingerly moved to wrap his arms around the dark-haired man as though uncertain of his welcome. Izuna was far too mercurial and unpredictable right now to predict how he’d react to anything so the Senju was trying to not make any sudden movements.
A part of him longed to draw Izuna back into his arms without the bulky and uncomfortable armor in place. He wanted to curl up with him in bed once more on one of those rare lazy afternoons where they could forget about their responsibilities towards their respective clans and the ongoing war. For those few stolen hours they’d been allowed to simply be Tobirama and Izuna; just two simple men without the weight of their clan names resting on their shoulders.
It wasn’t even the sex that he missed though he’d certainly enjoyed that was well. It was the quiet intimacy they shared and the soft confessions they’d made in a kindred spirit who could understand the troubles the other man faced. The fear of losing their brothers, the weight of being second in command and the overwhelming pressure that position brought. For two men born on the wrong side of the war, they’d been perfectly matched in so many ways.
That was what he missed; that connection he’d felt to this man. A connection he’d never found in a single other soul.
“I told you, it’s safer if you remain here. The last thing anyone needs is to see the ghost of Uchiha Izuna wandering around Konoha. I will bring your brother here and the two of you can talk. Then we’ll figure out where to go from there.” No, he wasn’t very good at emotional manipulation or emotions in general Tobirama tended to suppress his feelings until he presented the near perfect façade of cold remoteness but Izuna knew him better than that. He’d seen the Senju at his most vulnerable and his most passionate and he knew the truth depth of the heart that existed beneath that coldly logical and pragmatic mind.
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Those shadow-filled and somber red eyes watched the Uchiha silently as he wrest with his own tenuous existential crisis. But finally hearing that softly uttered no, the relief that flashed through the albino ninja’s eyes was unmistakable. He’d been quietly dreading the idea that Izuna would demand he release him back to the nothingness of the Pure Land.
He carefully sat up despite the weight of the Uchiha curled up against his chest mainly because the discomfort of his armor digging into his lower back was becoming too much. Tobirama gingerly moved to wrap his arms around the dark-haired man as though uncertain of his welcome. Izuna was far too mercurial and unpredictable right now to predict how he’d react to anything so the Senju was trying to not make any sudden movements.
A part of him longed to draw Izuna back into his arms without the bulky and uncomfortable armor in place. He wanted to curl up with him in bed once more on one of those rare lazy afternoons where they could forget about their responsibilities towards their respective clans and the ongoing war. For those few stolen hours they’d been allowed to simply be Tobirama and Izuna; just two simple men without the weight of their clan names resting on their shoulders.
It wasn’t even the sex that he missed though he’d certainly enjoyed that was well. It was the quiet intimacy they shared and the soft confessions they’d made in a kindred spirit who could understand the troubles the other man faced. The fear of losing their brothers, the weight of being second in command and the overwhelming pressure that position brought. For two men born on the wrong side of the war, they’d been perfectly matched in so many ways.
That was what he missed; that connection he’d felt to this man. A connection he’d never found in a single other soul.
“I told you, it’s safer if you remain here. The last thing anyone needs is to see the ghost of Uchiha Izuna wandering around Konoha. I will bring your brother here and the two of you can talk. Then we’ll figure out where to go from there.” No, he wasn’t very good at emotional manipulation or emotions in general Tobirama tended to suppress his feelings until he presented the near perfect façade of cold remoteness but Izuna knew him better than that. He’d seen the Senju at his most vulnerable and his most passionate and he knew the truth depth of the heart that existed beneath that coldly logical and pragmatic mind.