Izuna

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

I was looking for the albino man, who had taken off running the second I set my eyes on him. I was now looking for him, right now in the male bathrooms. He wasn't there, so I kept looking, even going all the way down to the lobby with the elevator but came up when nobody was there, either. I had all but given up when I decided on a final round to the bathrooms.

"There you are."

I jerked. It was Henry. What did he want? I didn't feel like an interaction with someone I didn't particularly like.

"Leave me alone", I said, made daring by the alcohol.

Henry pretended to think for a moment, then shook his head.

"No. I don't think so. I've been looking for you for far too long."

"I'm actually also looking for someone", I said, trying to look defiant by putting my chin up, but I was getting frightened.

"That Martin guy? He's a loser. A complete drug junkie."

"How dare you-"

Henry took one step towards me and put an arm on the wall behind me, trapping me between his arm and his alcohol-infused breath.

"Come on, pretty boy. Give me a shot."

I spit in his face. I had no idea what made me do it. Bravery of alcohol. Or desperation to not lose any time looking for that albino man. But as soon as my spit landed on his face, I knew I had made a poor choice.

This will be the death of me.

"You pathetic little whore", Henry wheezed and lifted his fist to beat me...

"Is there a problem?"

I turned, and there he was. Time stopped when the man I had been looking for found me first. He was large, incredibly so, and frightfully intimidating. He had crossed his arms, and even through the loose fabric of his shirt, I could see he was strong.

Henry could see it, too.

"Leave us alone", Henry said.

Tobirama took a step forwards, grabbed Henry's neck and slammed him into the wall.

"I don't think I made myself clear", he said. His voice was so deep it was like a motor purring in his chest. Oh to have that voice whisper dirty things in my ear. "When I ask a question, you answer it immediately. Now, is there a problem?"

"N-no", Henry said.

But the man wasn't happy with his answer, and slammed him into tiled wall again. It worried me slightly that I enjoyed watching so much.

"No what?" he asked.

"No, Sir", Henry said pathetically.

The albino held on to him for a few seconds longer before releasing him.

"I don't want to see you here for the rest of the night. Leave."

He scrambled away, but the man didn't even bother to look at him. He only looked at me.

"You all right?"

"I can take care of myself", I said.

Fuck, Izuna, he just saved your gay ass and this is how you thank him?

But the man just smirked. His lips must have had a connection to my knees because they immediately went weak.

"I don't doubt it. I helped you out so you didn't have to dirty your hands with the likes of him."

He turned to leave. I took a deep breath.

"Could my non-dirty hands buy you a drink?" I asked. He turned round. "As thanks for being kept clean?"

He hesitated. Then, he smirked again. There goes my knees.

"Sure."

Tobirama

He didn't even ask me what drink I wanted. He just left me at my seat, promised he would be right back and came back with a pornstar martini for himself and a beer for me.

I loved beer.

"How did you know?" I asked and drank gratefully; I was thirsty. But not necessarily for liquids...

He shrugged.

"I went by the stereotype."

"The stereotypical albino?"

"No." Izuna smiled sweetly. "The stereotypical big straight man who beats up boys much smaller than him."

I just stared at him, mouth agape. Then, I burst out laughing. I just couldn't help it. This Izuna was so... raw.

"What? Think it's funny I point out Henry was much smaller than you?"

"Not at all", he said. "I don't discriminate based on size. I'm laughing because you said I'm straight."

I wasn't sure, but I thought I could see him jerk a little just before he blushed.

He wants me to like boys.

"There you are! Where did you- Oh..."

The brown-haired glasses boy had come, but stopped dead when he saw us together. I raised an eyebrow at him. Was this his boyfriend? No... No, my gaydar wasn't going off. They were close. Liked each other a lot. Maybe, there was even love involved. But it wasn't romantic.

He looked at Izuna and winked.

"Have fun. You have my number."

At this last part, he was looking at me as a warning, and I smiled at him.

"Please don't beat him up", Izuna said to me when he left. "He's important."

"I can tell." I suddenly realised he didn't know my name. "I'm Tobirama, by the way", I said.

"Izuna", said Izuna and gave his hand to me.

I took it and kissed it, and he blushed, I didn't let go, but kept it at my mouth, kissing each fingertip. I was getting horny.

"How did you know?"

"Saw the ballet yesterday."

"They don't exactly call our names out", Izuna protested.

"I liked what I saw and asked my brother for your name."

"So that's how it is", Izuna said nonchalantly, but I could tell he was pleased. "How do you know the host of the party?"

"That's my brother."

Izuna frowned. Then, his face lightened up.

"I should have figured! Your names sound similar! But you don't look like him."

"If I would have the same hairstyle and pigmentation as him, you wouldn't have been able to tell us apart."

"Is that so?" Izuna drank the rest of his drink. "I guess I have to look more closely."

"Be my guest."

Izuna leaned forwards, his lips inches from mine.

"Really, really closely..."

I put my hand behind his neck, forced his face towards mine and kissed him.

He moaned and moved so he sat closer to me, putting his arms around my neck. My other hand went to his thigh and squeezed. He opened his mouth for me, and I gave him my tongue.

"You hungry whore", I purred into his mouth.

He squealed and sat himself in my lap, one leg on either side of me. It didn't take long before wet we're both wet, sweaty messes, completely oblivious to those passing by.

"I'm getting tired of all these people", I murmured. "How about I finish you off at my place?"

Izuna

I was surprised at how much of a gentleman Tobirama was when escorting me home. I had thought he was pure fuckboy, and maybe he was, but despite how wet and hard both of us clearly were, he offered me his arm as we went to the elevator, and held a protective hand on the small of my back as he guided me to his car.

His car was amazing, sleek and black and clearly expensive. He manoeuvred it expertly. I all but drooled as I watched him drive it, begging him in my mind to handle me like he handled that car.

He took me to his apartment, a big, open place that was neat and tidy but not too personal, and offered me tea. I accepted. He didn't take any for himself. Just turned on the television to a nature program in the background and sat down in his couch a slight distance away from me and stared. Somehow, it didn't make me uncomfortable.

"What?" I asked and laughed.

We were interrupted by some news running on rewind from the evening. It caught both of our attention as it spoke of the disappearances that had occurred in the city where we lived.

"It's scary, isn't it?" Tobirama didn't answer, and when I turned to him, I saw he was glued to the screen. "Are you okay?"

He turned to me with a frown.

Then, a different voice was heard on the television, and I gaped.

Because on the screen was the man himself.

Tobirama looked incredible on screen. He wore a dark blue shirt and black suit and looked very serious as he spoke, his white brows frowning. The name tag on display at the bottom of the screen said he was Tobirama Senju, chief of the police force.

"God, I'm so sorry", I whispered. "It must be so hard on you."

"Not even half as hard as it is for the families whom it affects." He sighed and leaned forwards, digging his nails into his hair. "It's just... We've got nothing. No trace. No clues. No connections. People are starting to doubt me and I do, too."

I frowned. Then, I put down my tea on the coffee table and went and sat next to him.

"It's your job. Not your personal responsibility. I'm sure you're doing your best."

"I'm starting to think you're too good for me, Izuna. That I shouldn't have brought you home no matter how much I wanted to."

"Says the man who's here almost crying over the disappearances of people he doesn't even know, blaming himself."

We kissed. More than kissed; we ate at each other's souls.

"Take me to your bed", I begged him.

"You dirty whore", he murmured again, grabbing my hair, pulling me up. Then, he lifted me up into his embrace. "Are you okay with me dirty talking you?" he asked, looking at me sternly.

I kissed the tip of his nose.

"I love it."

He carried me to bed and threw me on it. I laughed, but he immediately sat down on top of me, catching my laugh in my throat. I squealed a little.

"My, oh my", he purred, looking at me, no, inspecting me, his colourless eyes so penetrating I blushed. "I've been wanting to take off that costume ever since I saw you on the dance floor with that boy."

"Do it", I whispered.

He did, tracing every part of exposed skin with his lips as he peeled it off me; my shoulders, my chest, my thighs.

"No underwear?" he asked.

"I don't like them", I said and blushed.

He breathed hotly on my dick, making me squirm. It made him laugh, but warmly.

"You're so fucking cute, you know that?" He took my leg and pulled it up, over my shoulder. I looked at him and bit my lip, wanting him to be impressed by my flexibility. He smirked, put his long finger to my opening, encircling me. "You want it?"

"Fuck me", I whispered. "Please, Tobirama, fuck me."

He pushed his finger into me and I moaned beneath him.

He was good. Fuck he was good. Beneath his rolled-up sleeves I could see his tendons and muscles work as he did his best to please me.

And I was screaming.

"Another finger?"

I nodded, not able to speak, a trail of drool running down my chin.

"Fuck me. Baby, please fuck me."

He did. He started grunting out of exertion and the pain of lactic acid in his forearm, but he didn't lose speed nor technique for me.

Suddenly, I grabbed his forearm.

"You need to stop", I panted.

"Why?" he smirked.

"I'm going to come."

"Oh, Izuna", he said. "As if that is going to stop me."

The realisation that this man would take his time to make me come before he had even penetrated me was what made me come for him, shaking.

"Good boy", he cooed and his hot words alone prolonged the orgasm for me. "Good boy."

As I lay panting, I was preparing myself for him to pull his trousers down and take me. Or ask me to suck him. I would gladly agree to either.

But he didn't.

Instead, he took me into his arms and held me until both of us fell asleep.