Tobirama:

You are causing me trouble.

Madara...

I am not causing you anything.

DON'T! Backtalk me, please.

What do you want, Madara.

That drug deal. It didn't go as I told you I wanted it to go.

Not my fault.

I felt his arm around my neck, and he forced me down on my back. Shit, not again...

I heard him unzip his pants.

I couldn't see anything as I had closed my eyes.

I knew there was no good fighting; the less I fought, the sooner it would be over.

Whose fault is it then, WHORE!!

He forced himself into my mouth, and it went on for what felt like hours, but it was probably just seconds.

Also, slut...

He held his palm to my jaw, forcing it shut, forcing me to swallow him while holding his gun to my temple.

I have information on the main police officer working in the frontline to fuck us up.

When he stood up, I felt my entire body relax. It was over... For this time, it was over.

It's Izuna Uchiha. Your slut.

Izuna:

I arrived early at work on the Monday, and saw Emil was already there, in the kitchen drinking his black coffee while reading some papers. It suited him, somehow. Both the way he drank his coffee and the aesthetic of him reading papers. There seemed to be only us two in the entire office.

"Hi", I said.

Emil jerked, not having noticed me coming in.

"Whatcha got there?" I asked softly.

He smiled. "We might be onto something. A location. A location we can break into."

"That's great!" Suddenly, I was desperate for our conversation to take another turn. "Emil, I really miss..." He furrowed his brows, that were more prominent in colour than the light blonde of his whispy hair. I looked down. "I really miss what we had. I'm sorry I can only offer you friendship, but I want it! Please..."

I looked up at him, but saw that he wasn't looking at me.

Or at least not my eyes.

His eyes were caught on something on my neck.

Oh, shit.

The love bite from Tobirama was still there. My hand flew up. I had completely forgotten to cover it up.

"Umm, yeah..." I whispered. I didn't know what to say.

There was panic in Emil's eyes, something I had never seen in them before, and I noticed the hand holding the coffee mug was trembling.

Suddenly, he dropped it, splashing coffee all over the place. It didn't seem to register with him, because he just ran away, out from the kitchen, leaving me dumbstruck in my place.

I didn't know what to do. My brain didn't seem to make sense of the situation, so it started having me get paper towels to dry the coffee up. Halfway through, though, I realised what the fuck I was doing, and stood up and ran away looking for him.

"Emil?" I called.

I found him in the bathroom, on the floor in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest, head down, hyperventilating, in a full panic attack.

"Oh, my God, Emil, love, no!"

I sat down and took him into my arms. He leaned his entire weight on me and clung to me with all his might, putting his forehead on my shoulder. And his hyperventilating turned into desperate sobs.

"It's okay. It's okay. It's going to be okay."

It was heartbreaking. He clung to me as if I was the only thing tethering him to sanity, and his sobs were so desperate they made tears fall from my eyes, too. God, what am I doing to this man? He dug his nails into my shoulders, and blew air through his teeth. I just waited for ten minutes, and the panic attack slowly subsided, and Emil peeled himself off of me.

"I'm..." he said with a muffled voice. I handed him a paper towel I had conveniently carried from the kitchen, and he blew his nose a little. "I'm so sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, Emil..." I took his face in my hands.

"It's just... Oh, God!" he wailed, his face crumbling up again. "Imagining you with that man... I can't-" He hiccuped. "I can't... I can't deal with it!"

I remained silent for a while. Then, I turned to him and straddled him on the bathroom floor.

"Izuna, what-"

I put my lips on his, silencing him.

"Mmm..." he went, opening his mouth for me.

I kissed his tongue with mine, forcefully grabbing his hair with one hand, forcing his face up to me. I had been right in that he definitely was a switch, because he was deliciously beneath me at this point, and I had full control as we kissed, my one hand in Emil's hair, the other on the wall, his hands on my waist, and we were two starving people finally indulging in something we both had wanted, but couldn't have. Would never have. Emil and me would never happen because there was Tobirama and even if me and Tobirama didn't work out, there still would have been me and Tobirama, preventing me and Emil from happening, ever.

I knew that.

Emil knew that.

Tobirama knew that.

Emil was the one that broke free.

"Izuna... Please don't do this", he breathed, his lips still touching mine.

"I'm sorry", I whispered into his mouth.

And we continued our kiss, desperately, hungrily, with our fingers entwined in each other's hair, our tongues entwined in each other's mouths.