Tobirama:

This isn't happening.

This can't be real.

I'm kissing him.

Im kissing Izuna.

Oh, I am so happy.

Izuna, see who I am.

Please, see me for who I am.

Izuna:

He held me close afterwards. It felt... Good. Surprisingly good. He had whispy hairs on his chest that were perfect to lean my chin against, and his nipples were surprisingly brown, not pink that would probably be more usual wit his fair complexion. He said he didn't work out, but he had a good amount of muscle on his lean body.

And he was warm.

So, so warm as he held me.

It felt fantastic to make myself small, curl up in his embrace, one of my legs carelessly slung over one of his, so much taller than mine. He was playing with his fingers on the skin of my arm, causing me to shiver as the alcohol slowly ebbed away into the morning. He playfully nibbled my cheek, causing me to giggle.

I looked at him, he looked back at me, and I started stroking his scar with my fingertips.

"I'm sorry", he said.

"'Bout what?"

"My scar. It's not pretty."

I stirred then, sat up, connected our naked bodies by straddling him.

"Emil", I said, grabbing his cheeks. "Get. Over. Yourself."

"Izuna..."

"I don't know the story behind your scar, but I LIKE it. It's FUCKING HOT. Jesus Christ, human, have you ever, like, looked at yourself in a mirror?"

He smiled then, and that smile was worth one million stars for me. He sat up, pulled me with him and stood up, carrying me as if I weighed nothing, showing off how surprisingly strong he was. He pushed me up against the wall and fucked me again, me jumping on his dick, him thrusting upwards.

That was the second and last time we made love to one another.

In my drunken haze, I unlocked my door.

He was right behind me, dead sober, breath in my neck.

He hadn't uttered a single word.

I pulled him inside, closed and locked the door, and then he immediately pushed me into the wall, pinning me with his groin, grabbed my chin, kissed me harshly.

"No..." I moaned.

And I used a fast move, not unlike the one Emil had used on Emil in the cafe, that I'd learned that allowed me to overpower him, wrestle his arm around his back and force him into the wall, belly first. I pinned his back to the wall with my groin.

I stood up on my toes and didn't even reach his shoulder, yet I whispered: "This time, you give yourself to me."

I'd had a lot of sex in my life. Like, a lot-a lot, and only with men. But I'd never topped anyone, which made me realise exactly how drunk I was at this moment. But I'd made my decision, and would turn out my body knew exactly what to do.

I grabbed him harshly by his hair, pulled him with me to my bedroom. There were clothes everywhere, and we stumbled over it in the dark. Once in the bedroom, I turned on the lamp on the bedside table, hand still in Tobirama's hair, then jerked so hard I heard several pieces of his hair getting pulled out, and Tobirama screamed as he was forced to his knees.

"That's right, whore", I said coldly, voice completely devoid of emotions that did not match the turmoil I felt inside. "That's right. Feel what you did to my heart. Lying scum."

I spit on him. It landed on his cheek, and he looked down to the side, an unreadable expression on his face. It was somewhat scary; I had no idea what he thought or felt. But still, I kept going. I needed to own him. I needed to reclaim some of my reality and in my drunk mind, this was the only way I knew how.

I kicked him with my knee in his side. If it caused hi any pain, he didn't show it.

"Get into the bed", I demanded.

He looked at me then, his eyes wild, his brows furrowed, mouth snarling. He looked... Angry, yet like he desired me.

"I said, GET UP!!"

I roared this last part so loudly, Tobirama actually looked a little scared. He obeyed. I unzipped his trousers, revealed his erection that was bulging, pouring, drowning his skin for me.

I opened the drawer on my bedside table. He looked curiously.

And the memory washed over me.

Bring them home, he'd said.

Emil, I can't! I had giggled.

He had come behind me then, put his arms around my waist, naked still, nibbled my earlobe.

Mmm... I'd moaned, leaning my head back on his soft, sinewy shoulder.

Bring it home. I want to fantasise about what you make of it the entire week.

I bet this wasn't what he'd had in mind, though.

Sorry, Emil...

I dangled the handcuffs Emil had used on me above Tobirama's head. Then I cuffed one of his hands to my bed, wanting the other one free so he could Do. Things. To me. As I cuffed it, I leaned forwards.

"This is the cuff Emil used on me when he fucked me", I whispered into Tobirama's ear, sealing the sentence off by licking his cheek.

And I could see in his eyes that he was furious. Furious and jealous and hurt.

"I know you've wondered if we fucked. We did. After you and I met, actually. He satisfied a hunger within me that you didn't."

Which was sort of not a lie. But I didn't care either way. I didn't care at this point because I was so full of anger and sadness and disappointment that needed to be let out. And it seemed to hurt Tobirama tremendously, because his lower lip started to tremble, and his face crumbled up.

I unbuttoned my skirt. I knew he liked my outfit by how his eyes kept searching my body over and over.

"He topped me", I whispered. "How do you like that, huhh? Mister almighty powerful fucking mafia boss. The skinny policeman stole your man."

And with that, I ended the conversation.

I grabbed his legs. His face reflected the hurt, the loss, the anger, but also a desire he couldn't control, and a frustration about being topped and not wanting to do anything about it.

I pulled down my skirt, and was rewarded with an arched eyebrow when he was I wore no underwear. Then, I pushed him forwards, went behind him, put my erection to Tobirama's opening and pushed in without any preparation.

Tobirama leaned his head back and screamed out in pain. I had no idea if there was some pleasure involved or not, but I didn't care. It felt good. So good, in my body, my groin, my heart, my soul. I started moving, grinning a little when I thought about how we must look; this ginormous man in a suit beneath me, a small man in a skirt and an off-shoulder top fucking him. I kept thrusting, more and more, and Tobirama begun to move. I let him, and he sat up so he was on his knees, straddling me, slowly moving up and down my dick. Shit he was hot. Shit shit shit shit he was hot. He was looking at me, eyes hooded over with desire, his one wrist still stuck to my bed.

Suddenly, he pulled something out of his trousers with his free hand.

Shit.

It was a gun.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!

And he spoke for the first time:

"This is the gun that killed Emil", he said.