Tobirama:

It felt so good.

So. Good.

Him inside me, his soft thighs moving above me.

I felt humiliated.

And I loved it.

Holy shit, I'm a fucking SWITCH.

Izuna:

I froze.

No...

No no no no no no no.

He was breathing hard, still moving up and down my length. I could feel myself pouring over as I was inside him, buttering his insides up.

He lifted the gun to his face, inspected it. He looked at me, pointed the gun to my face, unsecured it.

This is the gun that killed Emil.

"This is also a loaded gun", he said huskily.

"I believe you", I said coldly, the contrast of the fright in my heart and pleasure around my dick exotic and unreal.

Tobirama just smirked.

Then lifted the gun and put it to my mouth.

I took it in my mouth, leaning back on my hands. I felt the cold metal between my lips, then on the inside of my lips, then against my tongue. I twirled my tongue around it playfully, looking up at Tobirama, saw his hungry eyes. I closed my eyes, deep-throated once, twice, went back to having it just between my lips, twirled, sucked, played. All the while, Tobirama was moving over me. This is so fucking dangerous, I thought.

And I loved it.

I kept sucking and licking at his gun. Tobirama was basically trembling as he moved above me. "You like this, don't you?" he purred. Tears were streaming down my face, my breathing pace increasing. Shit, he's going to kill me. He smirked, put his lips dangerously close to mine so that they brushed together when he once again spoke: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now." Of course, I couldn't. I just kept blowing as if my life depended on it. As it did. "Fuck, you're hot", he breathed.

And we kept going at it, me giving his gun a blow job, him moving above me, until I started feeling a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. It felt different from the crackling and fizzling I usually felt when close to coming, when someone was inside me, but not less pleasant. Quite the opposite, actually... The power I felt, mixed with the danger of the situation, made the tingling develop into shockwaves that spread to my thighs, and before I knew it, I came spilling inside Tobirama, leaning my head back, releasing the gun, screaming. And Tobirama started to jump and he came too, spilling himself in my lap, leaning his head on my shoulder.

We sat panting, Tobirama leaning on me, the skin covering his abdominals forming soft folds, me with one hand on his head, holding him close, the other behind me for support, still inside him.

"I love you", he said then. "I love you, Izuna."

I kissed the top of his head, felt the alcohol swim in my brain.

"I fucking hate you, Tobirama."

Tobirama clung to me and cried.

Tobirama was sleeping in in my arms as I let the alcohol slowly subside from my mind. I was holding him, absent-mindlessly stroking his back with my fingernails as he snoozed.

Tobirama seemed exhausted, like he hadn't slept for days, but I had trouble sleeping. I felt terrible. I felt terrible for having had sex with him after everything.

Everything was so strange, how he behaved here, versus the man he'd been in the warehouse. There was something that didn't quite add up, and I couldn't figure out what that was.

And there is Emil...

I felt disgusted with myself for having slept with the man that ordered his killing, for laying here and comforting him while he slept. But most of all, I felt disgusted with myself for still feeling something regarding him, while I knew I shouldn't.

What would Emil have thought of this, I thought while putting the palm of my hand on Tobirama's white, stubbled cheek. No use asking because I knew what the answer was. He would hate it. He would absolutely hate it. Risk was, he would hate me for it. I put my hand to my mouth as I imagined him frozen down in the morgue, how body temperature below zero. Tears were streaming down my face.

Tobirama stirred, opened his eyes. When he saw I was crying, he pulled me close to his chest, where I hid my face in my hands and wept.

"I miss him", I whispered. "I miss him so fucking much."

He kissed me then, and I kissed him back. In the craziness of it all, the air between us heated up once more, and we clung to each other's legs, desperately tugging, our tongues wrestling softly outside of our moths.

I went down, parted his legs, kissed the insides of his thighs.

He leaned his head back and moaned.

And that's when I noticed.

That's when I noticed something that would change everything.

"Tobes..." I wheezed.

He looked down on me, confused at first by my horrified expression.

But then it seemed to dawn on him what I was seeing, and he quickly pulled away, trying to hide it.

But I had already seen it.

The bruises.

The rashes.

The cracks.

"Tobes..."

"Izuna, leave it!" he said desperately.

"Tobes, who is raping you?"

He looked at me then, quiet, as if contemplating something.

Then, he got up out of bed, pulled on his clothes, quickly put on his shoes and coat and left, leaving me sitting on my knees in my bed, not understanding anything.