Tobirama:

You did well, Madara purred in my ear, his hand on my chin.

I turned away, trying to escape his breath that smelled so much of peppermint it was as if he was a fucking koala chewing eucalyptus.

All that action... Made me all horny.

Not now, Madara.

He slapped me across my face.

I gritted my teeth, took it.

That's not for you to decide.

What if I decide I do not want to do this anymore?  I asked.

I will kill Izuna.

What if I don't care?

Madara chuckled.

Oh, Tobirama, you nasty whore. You and I know that is not true.

Izuna:

His back was bent like a C above me, his eyes closed, his face covered in sweat.

The stamina of this man was incredible.

He was pouring of sweet- and bitter-smelling sweat, but he just kept going.

Hunger unsatiable.

Hunger for sex.

Hunger for me.

Hunger for us.

The only light was the bedside lamp, and it cast a beautiful golden glow on his face. The harsh scar was softened out by the sheets surrounding us, all tangled up in our desperation.

I had been worried about how to initiate the entire thing, and in my drunken haze, it struck me that he WAS my supervisor, and might not be on board with it at all.

But as soon as he opened his door, it didn't even take him a millisecond before he threw himself over me, his hands on each side of my face, connecting our lips, kissing me forcefully, pressing his bulging erection to mine.

I fumbled getting his adorable oversized T-shirt, such a contrast from his usual uniform and cardigan, off as he backed me to the bedroom, where he lay me down, straddled me and trapped my arms above my head and looked at me with so much yearning it felt as though I might die.

He was fair, skin tone matched by his icy blonde hair, his eyes grey and piercing, hooded over by his ginormous pupils. He bit his lip so harshly, it started bleeding, dripping on me. He was straddling me, sitting down on my thighs, and then he reached to his bedside table where he got a pair of handcuffs out.

"Holy shit, Emil, those are the real deal-"

"Shut up", was all he said, and I obeyed immediately.

He cuffed my hands together then, the short chain of the handcuffs behind the bed railing so that my arms were stuck in place.

And he went on to do HIS THING with me.

It was amazing.

It was absolutely fucking SPLENDID. GORGEOUS.

His stamina also applied to how long he could go without orgasming, and I had to give it my all to match that and not come in fifteen seconds as his long, slender member penetrated me.

"Izuna..." he murmured as we had both come, laying panting, looking at each other. "Izuna, Izuna, Izuna, Izuna, Izuna..."

"Emil..."

He connected our lips, and we kissed.

And it was not just because I was horny.

I existed in a void from then.

I didn't go to work the next day. Or the day after.

I didn't bother to call in sick.

Would turn out I didn't have to; everyone were completely on board with me taking time off.

On the third day, I got a phone call from the boss who was above Emil.

"We need you on site."

I felt my entire being starting to tremble.

"Why?"

"We want you to walk through the warehouse and describe exactly what happened. Step by step."

"Can it wait?" I knew it couldn't; they needed my witness before my memory started to subside. Which I was told.

And I found myself outside the warehouse. I hadn't really paid any notice to the building, but now, in daylight, saw it was ginormous and red. It felt strange, seeing it during the day, what had happened in there so unreal.

I looked down, saw footprints. Those are my footprints...

And those were Emil's...

He's walked here, I thought. His alive body has walked here.

I put my face in my hands for a while, tried to gather strentgth. I felt a hand on my shoulder; it was the female officer in charge.

"You okay?"

"Yeah", I wheezed. It was a lie.

We walked in, and it struck me how large the place was, much larger than I remembered. I felt my breathing pace start to increase for some reason; the vastness made me feel so tiny, so insignificant.

Suddenly, I felt something sticky underneath my foot. I looked down. Holy shit!

Without me realising, my footsteps had taken me to the place me and Emil had stood. And I'd stepped in the puddle of Emil's blood. It was slightly misshaped from where he'd lain in it.

Holy shit...

I started trembling. I gritted my teeth and started wheezing through them. Black stars started swimming across my eyes. I hid my face in my hands again, trying to calm down. It failed, and I felt my knees buckle underneath me, giving my trousers stains of Emil's blood on them that I would refuse to wash away. I leaned my hands on the wall, trying desperately not to hyperventilate, but failing.

Emil died...

Stop it, Izuna, Focus!

Emil died...

I laid down in his blood and cried.