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Love is a filthy thing. Tobirama has always known that.
It enters quietly, small enough to ignore — a larva born from a single moment of desire. At first it seems harmless, barely more than a flicker of heat under the skin. Something that can be dismissed, starved, crushed.
But then it turns into a parasite that grows teeth. Then the teething parasite grows into a venomous snake and coils beneath the ribs, tightening with every breath, a pressure that never quite eases.
Hate is simple compared to this. Hate can be wielded, directed, unleashed.
Love offers no such mercy. It sits in the chest like a weight, and all one can do is endure it, pretend it isn’t there, stare at the ceiling through sleepless nights and insist it means nothing.
So he calls it hate.
He tells himself it was hatred that drove him to search for Izuna after the ceasefire. Weeks had passed without a single glimpse of him — not on the battlefield, not in the shadows between missions. Only in dreams, only in the corners of memory he tried to ignore.
It must be hate.
What else could explain Senju Tobirama slipping into Uchiha territory like a criminal, fully aware that discovery meant death?
What else could make him cross a line no sane man would cross?
It cannot be love.
He refuses to let it be love.
Izuna shifted the scrolls tucked under his arm, feeling the weight of the day settle into his bones. Hours of strategy meetings had left his neck stiff and his patience worn thin. He rolled his head until a quiet crack eased the pressure, wishing he had spent the day on the battlefield instead — steel in his hands, death at his heels, fighting that despicable Senju, living at the edge of death only the way they could.
The absence of the white demon gnawed at him. They haven't met in weeks, neither in battle nor outside of it. He wondered if Tobirama thought of him too.
A foolish thought, but it came anyway, slipping past his defenses like everything else about that man.
He sighed under his breath.
What a disaster he’d let himself fall into — wanting an enemy, craving a rival, missing a man he should have killed long ago. There was no peace in it. Not on the battlefield, not outside of it. Even now, the thought of Tobirama pressed against him like a bruise he couldn’t stop touching.
He adjusted the scrolls against his chest, sleeves sliding down his arms as he stepped into the dim path leading toward the compound. Lantern light flickered between the houses, warm and familiar, but the shadows between them were deep.
He noticed nothing.
Not the shift in the air.
Not the presence waiting for him.
A hand shot out of the darkness, dragging him off the path and slamming him against the trunk of a broad tree.
Izuna reacted before thought could catch up.
Steel flashed.
A kunai pressed beneath the intruder’s throat, sharp enough to draw a thin line of blood. If he had doubted himself for even a heartbeat — if he had believed this was a threat — the blade would already be buried to the hilt.
“Always armed to the teeth, aren’t you, Izuna.”
The voice froze him.
It couldn’t be.
It shouldn’t be.
But it was.
Tobirama Senju stood before him, pale hair catching the lantern glow, red eyes fixed on him with a focus that made Izuna’s pulse stutter. Izuna was so stunned he didn’t even pull the blade away.
Tobirama’s gaze flicked to the kunai, then back to Izuna’s face.
He had expected Izuna to be unguarded on his own land, perhaps even relaxed. But this was the same man from whose body Tobirama had once pulled thirty‑five hidden weapons after a thorough patdown. If Izuna carried only one tonight, it was practically restraint.
And yet, seeing him like this — breath sharp, eyes bright with instinct, weapon ready to spill blood — stirred something hot and reckless in Tobirama’s chest.
Izuna’s killing intent always did that to him.
It made his blood run hotter than it should.
It made him feel alive in ways he refused to name.
Especially when that intent was aimed at him.
“Do you have a death wish?”
Izuna’s voice came out low and venomous as he shoved Tobirama deeper into the shadows, the kunai under the Senju’s jaw guiding him away from the lantern‑lit path. Only when the darkness swallowed them did he stop, breath sharp, eyes narrowed.
Tobirama didn’t bother answering.
He moved instead — a sudden, deliberate shift of weight — and Izuna found himself pinned against another tree, bark digging into his spine. Tobirama leaned in, close enough that Izuna felt the heat of his breath against his cheek. The kunai cut deeper as Tobirama pressed forward, a thin line of blood sliding down his throat and soaking into the collar of his robes.
Izuna realized the blade was useless.
If Tobirama wanted to close the distance, no weapon in his hand would stop him. With a frustrated exhale, he slipped the kunai away.
And then Tobirama’s body was on him — solid, unyielding, radiating heat like a furnace. Izuna’s lungs tightened under the weight of him. The scrolls slipped from his grasp, forgotten as he was engulfed by the imposing bulk of the larger man.
He saw Tobirama’s red markings flash on the corner of hie eyes as the silver head leaned close, a hot hungry mouth latched onto his neck.
His breath stuttered, fingers curled into Tobirama’s robes, pulling him closer.
For a moment, the world shrank to the space between their bodies. Names of Senju and Uchiha were forgotten. What existed were only Tobirama’s pressing hands slipping inside his robes, Izuna’s steaming breath against Tobirama’s skin.
Everything else fell away.
Tobirama pulled back from Izuna’s neck, breath unsteady, and met his eyes.
Izuna’s robe hung open where Tobirama’s hands had dragged it aside, the faint mark on his throat still shining in the dim light. Seeing it — seeing what he had done — sent a sharp heat spiraling through Tobirama’s core.
He hadn’t known he was capable of falling this far.
Izuna’s gaze swept over him, slow and deliberate.
From Tobirama’s eyes, down to the thin cut along his throat, then back up again. Something in those dark irises shifted — deepened — and Izuna’s lips parted in desire.
That look undid him.
Hopelessly Tobirama realised he’d sink much lower.
He’d go down to the pits of hell.
That’s where Izuna would drag him to.
That’s where Tobirama would follow him.
He was ruined.
And Izuna was ruined with him.
There were a flurry of movements after that. Tobirama was everywhere. His hungry mouth pressed against Izuna's, his hands pressing onto Izuna’s flanks, grabbing his ass, squeezing the back of his thighs. Their arousals pressed hard between their bodies.
Tobirama’s thumb rubbed over his nipple roughly, teeth sinking into the fat of Izuna’s bottom lip. All Izuna could do was hold back a groan. His fingers clawed at the white hair, shaft pulsing needily.
The senju pulled away from the kiss, slipping three of his fingers between Izuna’s lips as he humped against his hip.
“I know you’re dying for me” He whispered, voice low and dark against Izuna’s ear. And If Izuna didn’t have his mouth full with Tobirama's fingers he’d point out it was Tobirama who was in the Uchiha grounds, if anyone was dying for anyone – Izuna lost his train of thoughts as the wet fingers slipped away from his mouth and pressed against his hole.
Izuna’s head rolled back against the tree. He was biting down on his lip as the familiar stretch opened him. Tobiram’s mouth closed over his Adam's apple, teeth scraping against it as Izuna swallowed and it was too much, it’d been far too long.
“Enough, enough” Izuna said low and urgently, reaching between them to wrap his hand around the Senju’s thick shaft. It pulsed hot and heavy, leaking from the tip and Izuna felt like he could die from the need to have this man inside him.
“Enough what?” Tobirama’s voice was smug as he turned Izuna around and pressed himself against Izuna’s ass. There was a noise of vile opening and Tobirama covered himself in oil. That senju had come here, unarmed, yet ready with preparation to fuck Izuna.
The sheer audacity.
“Tell me what you want Izuna” he pressed until the tip slid in. Izuna couldn’t talk even if he wanted to. His forehead pressed into the tree as he tried to push back to take in his lover deeper. Tobirama’s hands grabbed his hips in a vice grip, stopping him instantly.
Izuna reached for his kunai again. He’d kill this beast.
Except right then Tobirama slid in deeper, knocking all murderous thoughts out of his head, filling it only with fog. One of his hands came to wrap around his throat, not putting pressure, just holding it and Izuna felt all over as if he’d go mad.
“You want me to fill you up?” his other hand came to rest on Izuna’s abdomen “Stretch you out?” he pushed until he was buried completely in Izuna.
Izuna meanwhile was clawing into the tree, the bark digging under his nails as he panted from the slow way Tobirama took him.
The Senju pulled out until only the tip remained inside, leaving Izuna aching and empty.
“Tell me and I’ll give you everything” he kissed under Izuna’s ear, his chest pressed flushed against Izuna’s back, the hand that was on his lover’s abdomen, wrapped loosely around Izuna’s shaft, staying there like a promise.
“Yes...u” Izuna gave in
“Yes what” Tobirama was always greedy for more, his hand tightened around Izuna’s throat, his shaft.
Izuna’s fallen this far, what’s a bit more. It was just them.
“Yes I want you… fill me up, Tomirama, please” and Tobirama could come from that. From the urgency in his Uchiha’s voice. He slid in.
All Izuna could feel was Tobirama, filling him up, tightening his hand around his throat just enough to restrict the air flow without cutting it off. He didn’t realize the noises he was making. Didn’t know he was fucking into Tobirama’s palm as the man pounded into him.
“Look what you’ve done to me Izuna” Tobirama’s voice was raw, almost in a growl.
Look indeed.
He’d walked into enemy territory unarmed, undisguised. He was rutting like a dog in the open.
He pulled Izuna harder into his chest by the throat and felt his knees buckle. Tobirama shifted them, pressed Izuna’s back against the tree, and lifted him by the back of his thighs as if he weighed nothing.
That display of strength only made the Uchiha dizzy. His legs wrapped around Tobirama’s waist instinctively.
It was so intimate like this. Izuna wrapped around him as if he was nothing but an extension of Tobirama’s body. Face flushed from need, lips trembling from hunger, strands of hair sticking to his face, lashes clumped together.
It was dangerous, threatening to push Tobirama over the edge before his heart had its fill.
He waited a moment before he slipped inside his lover again.
“Kami Izuna, you’re so tight” he groaned, his hand closed around Izuna’s throat again and saw his Uchiha twitch from desire. Izuna always came undone when he felt his life was held in Tobirama’s hand.
“I could snap your neck right now as I fuck you” Tobirama was drilling into him in earnest now. “You like that Uchiha?” If Izuna was nodding in agreement, it was only because he didn’t know who he was anymore.
Izuna started to whisper nonsense right about then. His voice broke pleading, begging in little whimpers of Tobirama’s name.
“Yes let me hear you, I love to hear you” Tobirama did love it when Izuna’s composure slipped. There was nothing more erotic for him than this.
“Ah’ i c-an’t Tobira.. Please” his voice was broken by the force of the thrusts.
“You can, you will,” Tobirama was ruthless, he pistoned into the smaller man, selfish in chasing his own pleasure as Izuna thrashed in his arms.
“Just a bit more for me, come on Izuna, you’re so good to me” and it sounded like encouragement. As if he was so pleased with everything Izuna’s done so far.
That pushed Izuna over the edge. He came as he clamped around Tobirama, fingers pulling the silver hair pailfully as he bit down on his knuckles from the force of holding back his scream that’d summon the entire clan in front of them.
Tobirama couldn’t hold back longer. He bit down on Izuna’s shoulder, hips pumping urgently in short thrust into the tight heat of his lover and came with a grunt.
He lowered them both on the ground as they grasped to catch their breath.
He moved the strands sticking to Izuna’s face and kissed him fully on the mouth. Izuna melted into the touch. It made Tobirama’s heart flutter.
Yes, definitely not love he told himself again.