Tobirama:

Shit, it had gone badly.

Shit shit shit shit, it had gone badly.

I put my gun to the temple of one of my subordinates.

What do you mean, the police knew about your location? I purred.

The man was crying.

I don't know! They must have had inside information!

HOW!? I roared into his ear.

I don't know, Sir, I swear. Please...

I removed the gun from his head, went to stand behind him. I loved this part. They didn't dare to turn around to look at me, so they didn't know I wasn't pointing my gun at their heads. But they imagined it...

Madara would kill me... Madara would kill me, and-

It's all your fault. I said this simply, calmly. I had noticed this scared them even more than when I screamed.

Screaming made me human.

Remaining calm in rage did not. 

Izuna:

As soon as I came into my apartment, I slumped onto the wall and sunk down. I hugged my knees to my chest, put my face on my knees and just breathed. Holy shit, I thought. Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit.

I had known from the beginning. I had known I would be put into situations where my life was at risk. But I could never had imagine how that would actually feel. I crawled to my newly renovated grey stone bathroom, opened the toilet lid and vomited, over and over. I hadn't eaten for a while, so it was mostly bile, and the burn it caused the back of my throat was excruciating, almost unbearable. In the end, I was a trembling mess in fetal position on the floor.

I checked the time. It was exactly midnight. I pulled myself to the shower, turned it on with my clothes still on. I sat down and peeled off layer after layer of my clothes until I was naked. I washed my hair, my body, then just lay down for a while. I brushed my teeth furiously, getting the taste of bile out, then made myself a bowl of pasta with red pepper sauce that I ate while fixing my hair. I put on a short, black velvet T-shirt dress with a V-line and crystal buttons down the front, tights and black leg gathers with golden details. I did a flicked eyeliner and put on my lipgloss, took my coat and left.

I hadn't planned on going out. Not at all. But on autopilot, I found myself getting off the subway and walking towards the oh-so-familiar skyscraper. But my thoughts weren't on him anymore; I just wanted the familiarity of my Friday nights, the pulsing lights, the loud music, the red wine, the conversations with Chris. In the elevator, I put my arm on the wall, leaned against it tiredly.

"You all right, girl?" a girl next to me asked.

It was two am now, but some people were just arriving.

"I'm a boy", I said.

"Oh..."

Coming up, I immediately went to the third floor and walked to the bar. I didn't even think to look at the albino man's booth.

"Izuna, my man!"

"Chris..."

"It's two am, why so late?"

"Tough day at work", I said, sweeping the wine he gave me.

"You never told me what you're working with."

"Police officer", I said.

"Holy shit... In this city? Is it-"

"It's exactly as hard as it sounds", I interrupted.

We chatted for a while. The place was absolutely crowded, especially the dance floor, even more so than the Friday's before. I would normally have already left even before the time I came this day, but seemed this place got lively when I left.

"Off you go", Chris said.

"What?"

"Dancing. I see it on your entire being. You need to dance."

I looked down and smiled. "No..."

"Get deep in there. Nobody will see you."

I knew he was right. Alcohol just didn't do it. Either way, I swallowed what was left, then went to the floor.

It was literally vibrating, the music making my blood boil. I rarely danced, but I knew I could move. Or rather, I rarely danced because I knew I could move. The compliments and attention embarassed me.

I felt other's legs and arms entwinese with mine as I moved to the middle, furrowing my brows, dancing not only with my body but also with my soul, my eyes closed. The music was pounding, made me shiver as I moved my feet and arms to it.

And then I felt it.

Time stopped, the music stopped, the lights stopped as a dark, ginormous presence loomed behind me.

I felt a broad chest connect to my back, a large left hand grasp my jaw harshly from behind. The hand was clad in incredibly hot, broad rings. I saw the arm was covered in a black suit and a crisp, white shirt underneath. The person wasn't moving, just stood right in the middle of the dance floor with me.

"Fancy seeing you here", the person said, barely audibly in the loud music, and bit my jaw from behind. "You dance well."

I leaned my head back onto their chest and moaned. Yes...

I felt a hand up my thigh, pulling at the leg garter, smacking my thigh playfully with it. Shit, I'm wearing a dress!

"Shit, you're wearing a dress", the person said into my ear, blew hot air into it.

I turned round, and locked eyes with the albino man.

God, he was ginormous standing up. I barely reached his chest, and I would struggle reaching my arms around him if he stood with his arms down.

He smirked happily when he saw my face, as if he'd won the jackpot. He's so lucky... I thought cockily.

He lifted his hand and took mine, then gestured with his head. Come with me, his eyes said.

He turned and pulled me by my hand, and I followed, as gracefully as I could in my heels.

He pulled me to a corner to where the toilets were, and opened the door. There were people standing washing their hands, but he didn't care; he opened the door to a booth and pushed me in, locking the door behind us.

Holy shit...

He looked at me, put a finger underneath my chin, pushed me into the wall with his groin and connected our lips.

"Mmm..." I moaned into his mouth.

And he kissed me in that way he had again, playing with my tongue loosely, softly massaging my lips. He felt my waist up and down, stroking the velvet fabric of my dress. "God, you look lovely in that..." he whispered.

I pushed him away a little, and he looked at me, a little amused. Not breaking eye contact, I unbuckled his expensive belt, started unbuttoning his suit pants.

"Hey..." he laughed.

I pulled his trousers down, revealing his bulging erection. How I would be able to take all of that in my mouth was beyond me, but I'd be damned if I didn't try.

I opened my mouth and kissed his tip.

"Hahh..." he went, leaning his head back, taking my hair in his hand, messing up the updo I'd done.

I didn't give a fuck.

"What's your name?" I asked softly.

"Hahh... Tobirama..." he moaned. "Tobirama Senju." He put his hand on the back of my head, politely asking me to take more of him in, which I did. "And you, gorgeous?"

"Izuna Uchiha", I whispered, and started blowing him.

"Izuna Uchiha...", he murmured. "Age?"

"Twenty-five."

"Thirty-nine." Holy mother of fucking GOD he was FOURTEEN years older than me.

And Tobirama started moaning for me.

Over and over, I deep-throated him, twirling my tongue, loving the salty taste of him that came out in small portions. I snaked my hand down, lifted my dress up, put my hand inside my tights and started touching myself. I was not better off than Tobirama was; I was literally pouring. And Tobirama was getting close, I could see as he leaned heavily with his back on the wall, looking at me with his white brows furrowed, his knees buckled slightly, his hand finding my chin.

"Fuck, you're sexy when you touch yourself..." he said.

"People outside can hear us", I said, gesturing with my head at the open part between the door and the ceiling, also indicating the sniggering from some people outside.

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" he said sternly. "Keep sucking. There, there, good boy, ahh..."

I felt he was coming soon by the way he pulled my hair. And as he came, he sighed with his deep, raspy voice, his eyes shutting as he filled my mouth to the brim. I couldn't take it all, but drooled some out. When he was finished he looked down on me, and I looked up on him before swallowing. He bent down, snaked his hand to where mine already was, and he kissed the semen off my lips while starting to beat me, finishing me off for me. I sat back, leaned against the wall, gave myself over to this ginormous man completely. He was enormously skilled with his hand, as with his tongue that he was working with on my lips while beating me, and it didn't take thirty seconds before I came, biting my hand and whining to not scream out loud, pouring over his hand, my thighs and his clothes.

We stood panting, the bathroom dead quiet, the people there probably having become tired of the sex sounds we omitted.

"Good thing you own this place, huhh?" I smirked.

"Hehh..." He smiled a crooked smile, grabbed my waist and lifted me up.

I pulled my tights up.

"You're not going to dry yourself off?" he asked.

"Nope. I want to smell of you for the rest of the night. Possibly even tomorrow."

He swallowed at that. "You really are something else", he said, a warmth in his voice that made me believe there was more between us than just sex.

We went out, his expensive suit still covered in my semen, my cheek still sticky from Tobirama's saliva and his semen, but by now I was so tired, so exhausted that I didn't care. I felt my head starting to swim. I didn't notice, but I had stopped.

"Izuna?"

"Just give me a few..."

I sunk down to my knees and all became black.