Tobirama:

I saw him arrive as I sat at my usual spot.

My breath caught in my throat as I noticed what he was wearing. Holy fuck... I wanted to slide my hand up his thigh so badly...

He didn't even look my way.

It disappointed me. Made my heart clench for some reason.

He went to the bar, ordered something, chatted with the handsome bartender, and I decided to just observe him for a while.

I leaned my head back, enjoying the view of him, snaked my hand down and started touching myself.

I was rock-hard already.

God, I wanted to have a conversation with him. 

Izuna:

I woke up in the most heavenly bed I had ever been in in my entire life.

I slowly, very slowly opened my eyes.

What...

I was in the most luxurious hotel suite I'd ever seen.

It was ultra-modern, all glass and steel and heavy, expensive fabrics. The ginormous bedroom opened up to a spacey living area with polished wooden floors. The colours went in dark brown, petrol and dark purple, and was so skilfully designed it looked to be worth millions of dollars. It probably was worth millions of dollars.

And the bed...

I was covered in a heavy, crisp, white duvet, and the pillow and mattress were so comfortable, it was as if they'd been made specifically for me. On the pillow were marks of my eyeshadow, but other than that, they were immaculately clean.

But the best thing about the bedroom was...

Next to me, a strong, milky-white back was rising and falling softly.

His breathing was quiet, deep, his back muscles playing; and I felt myself overcome with an immense sense of happiness. I snuggled close to him, put my arms around him.

"Mmm..." he said happily in his sleep, taking my hand at his abdomen, entwining our fingers. I noticed he still wore his rings. I found them incredibly hot for some reason. Other than that, he was completely bare, and I pressed myself close to his backside and let him snooze.

Memories of last night came to me, and I grinned like a madman. No wonder I had been so exhausted. First the mafia, and then the bathroom stall sex. I had completely blacked out and had no memory of coming here.

I looked at Tobirama. I suddenly realised I was not in my dress and tights, but in some soft trousers and a t-shirt that engulfed me so much, they couldn't belong to anyone but him. They smelled of him, too; of his musky, dark vanilla cologne. Does that mean he undressed me when I was unconscious? I noticed my clothes from the night were neatly folded and put on a chair. And I had woken up with a respectful distance between us in the ginormous king-size bed. So I decided there was no harm done, really.

Suddenly, I missed him, and was desperate to wake him up.

"Tobirama..." I playfully bit his shoulder. It was surprisingly soft, despite how muscular it was. He moaned a little in his sleep, still holding my hand. "Tobirama, wake up! I'm lonely!"

He moaned and turned to his back, stretched his arms and yawned. Holy shit, he was muscular... I knew I was good with anything physical, but this man could eat me up... He could eat anyone in the police force up.

But when he turned to me, his soft expression told a different story. "How are you feeling?" The caring question made me blush and look away. Tobirama pulled me into his embrace. "You're so fucking cocky sometimes, yet here you are, blushing for me."

"Oh, knock it off", I complained, but I nuzzled his chest happily. God, how I wish this could last. This man obviously wasn't going to settle for someone like me. He owned a club, and was obviously loaded and also perfect in all physical senses. Meanwhile, I was... Well, me.

I checked my phone. "It's two pm... When do we need to check out?"

"It doesn't matter", Tobirama said, closing his eyes with a happy smile, swooping me into his chest again.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I own the hotel." I jerked. "We can stay forever, if we like."

I looked up at him. "You're not even joking." It was a statement, and he didn't even bother to answer.

"You didn't answer... How are you feeling?"

"Better, thank you", I said truthfully. "It was... It was a rough night at work."

Tobirama suddenly looked at me. "What happened?"

"Oh, it was just... A lot." He looked away for a while, in deep thought. "What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just a thought, but that's not probable. Can I make you breakfast?"

"You're gonna make it? Don't you have staff to do stuff for you?"

Tobirama smirked, lifted my chin with his finger, planted a soft kiss on my lips. "I prefer to cook. I find that way more impressive than money. You already know I have that."

Tobirama cooked up an amazing breakfast in the kitchen of the suite consisting of waffles with fruit, scrambled eggs and steamed beans with rice. He had made everything clad in just trousers, his chest bare to my great pleasure, and even brought it to bed (the breakfast and the bare chest), and we sat down munching happily and talked. Just talked.

"Are you happy?" he asked after a while.

"About what?" I asked.

"Life", he said simply.

"I... I think so? Why? You're not?"

He snorted, as if taken by surprise. "God, no."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Tell me about it. Please."

He looked at me.

He looked at me for a long, long time.

Then, he took a piece of waffle and munched on it. "There's someone controlling me." I didn't understand what that meant, but I let him talk. "He has immense power over me. Forces me to... Do things. Sometimes, I hate myself for it. But sometimes, I enjoy doing them. Because what he forces me to do involves being toxic to other people, and that gives some of the control back to me."

"I... I don't think I understand?"

"If you don't mind... I actually prefer it if you don't understand." He reached his hand out, and I took it, playing a little with his thumb ring. "Just speaking to you like this... It's three pm, it's sunny, the suite is gorgeous, there's good food, you're perfect company..." I blushed at this. "Life is always so dark for me, Izuna. This is my first glimmer of light in eons."

I moved so I was close to him, pretending, just for a second, that this wasn't temporary, that this man wouldn't dump my sorry ass as soon as something better came for him.

"Did we..."

"What?"

"When I blacked out, what happened after? Did we, like, fuck?"

Tobirama looked horrified. "Oh my God, Izuna, no! I would never! Not without your consent. I took you here in a cab. I carried you to and from it. I'm sorry I undressed you, but I couldn't let you sleep in that dress. It looked... Uncomfortable. I just layed you down on that side of the bed..." He pointed to my side. "Then I layed down on this side of the bed..." He pointed to his side. "Then I fell asleep immediately. It was actually..." He smiled.

"What?"

"I rarely sleep without nightmares. I did tonight. It felt... good having you here."

I took his face in my hands, looked at him sternly. "I like this softer side of you", I told him, making him look at me quizzically. "Bedroom Tobirama is so much more gentle than Clubbing Tobirama. Clubbing Tobirama is dark, mysterious, a predator. But this you..." He was smirking like a madman, and my heart sang that I could evoke such a reaction from him. "You're gonna force me to have a crush on you."

"Oh, please."

We kissed fiercely then, and he lay down over me, drowning me in the mattress.

And we just kept kissing.