He was trembling.

He was trembling for me, poor soul.

He walked in circles around me, and I noticed he didn't dare to look at me and it was obvious it was just that; not power play, just not daring.

"Darling..." I whispered.

"Shut up", he growled. "I need to concentrate."

I think I realised then that this was much, much harder for him than it was for me. And I realised he had experienced it in a way I hadn't. I hadn't experienced my lifelessness but he had. I wanted to hug him so bad then, and for the first time, I was hit with the desire to fuck him.

But I knew he wouldn't let me. Not now. Not in the dynamics we had planted and were slowly cultivating into something that made me feel as if I would suffocate in order to maintain it.

His breathing became deeper, more violent as he slowed down his encircling of me. Finally, he stopped altogether and turned to me, standing shirtless and vulnerable before him. He looked at me then, finally, and I looked at him, daring him to take me in and he did, travelling over my body with hungry eyes and I felt his gaze as clearly as if it had been his touch.

He unbuttoned his shirt, let it hang off his shoulders as he went to his bag and took out a rope that looked coarse and deliciously painful.

"Undress for me. I need you naked." I did as he said, and he watched me closely. "Good boy", he said and I melted beneath his voice. "Are you ready?"

Suddenly, it struck me exactly what it was we were going to do, the amount of danger I could potentially be in had Tobirama meant any harm. Could you ever trust anyone as much as I was bound to trust him?

But my doubt was forcefully overpowered by all that he had done for me, all that he had been. The image of him finding me close to death was still as vividly burning as if the sight was right before me.

"I do", I said with force; with power.

He looked at me for just a second too long before he turned and left for the extravagant, sandstone bathroom. As he turned the tap on, I felt myself starting to tremble.

When he came out, he immediately noticed. I became afraid he would immediately stop, to refuse to do what we had agreed we would do and I realised, I knew now that I needed this as much as he needed it.

But he would never infantilise me in such a way. Of course he wouldn't.

"Do you wish to continue?" he asked and his formal speaking almost made me laugh. It made me happy, that he could make me laugh, even in a situation like this.

"I do", I said.

And we did. He went behind me, put his arms around me from behind, leaning his lips on my shoulder, kissing it lightly.

"You too", I said.

"What?" he asked darkly, seemingly surprised I dared to demand anything of him.

I turned and faces him.

"I want you naked, too. I want to feel how much you want me", I whispered to his mouth.

And I kissed him. He groaned into that kiss, using his tongue and I could hear him undo his belt meanwhile. As soon as he dropped them, I felt him against me, and I turned so my back was to him again, leaned my head back against his shoulder, pressing my back to him to feel his cock closer to me, and he took the opportunity to grab my throat and bite and lick at my neck.

And he picked up the rope and started binding me just in that position, with him behind me, his cock yearning to fuck me.

"Inside..." I wheezed.

"What?" Tobirama asked, and I loved how irritated he sounded, how in character he was, but still always reassuring me he was still my person by the way he touched me.

"Inside!" I almost screamed, so horny now, I felt something sticky run down my thighs.

Tobirama just chuckled.

"You get horny from this?"

I blushed at how amused he sounded.

"You are, too", I said.

He grabbed my cheeks softly from behind, then softened the gesture with a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry", he said. "I will fuck you. After."

After. An everyday word that I knew would now be t
A division in my life. After we had done what we had laid the path out to do, what the entire universe had laid the path out to do, everything would be different. I just didn't know in what way.

I closed my eyes as Tobirama started binding me, my right thigh first. I gasped at the sensation of the rope, much thinner and coarser than the one he had used on me before.

I don't know in what way my life will be different...

He finished my second thigh, then used another rope to tie the two together, gluing my thighs into one.

But as long as I'm with him, it will be good anyway...

He made a corset for me with the rope, tied my arms until they were slick against my body, until I couldn't move; one tension of a muscle and I would fall.

As long as I'm with him, everything will be okay.

Then, when I was completely at his mercy, more than I had ever been in the mercy of God, he lifted me up...

And carried me to the bathroom, where the bathtub was now completely filled with that death-provoking water I had been so afraid of for so long. 

It wasn't me who lost it. Me, who hadn't dared to take a bath since I had tried to kill myself in one.

It was him. He was the one who lost it.

It came so sudden. He stopped in the doorway, still carrying me, and we were doing what I thought was admiring the beautiful interior, the sand tiles, the white porcelain, the gold faucets, while in reality, only I did while Tobirama panicked.

"Madara, I don't think I can do this", he said as if from out of nowhere, and I could feel the pain in his voice. I turned to look at his face, and saw the same pain there.

"But I want you to", I said.

I looked at him as sternly as I could, in awe at how small he made me feel even if we were not too far apart size-wise. He looked back at me, his almost white eyes boring though mine, his brows softly furrowed.

I leaned in, my hand twitching as it yearned to touch his face, then immediately relaxing as a response to the pain that small movement elicited from the ropes, and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Please, officer", I asked.

He leaned his forehead to mine, collecting energy, and my heart broke as I felt how hard he worked to do what he had confessed to me he had dreamed of for so long, that he now realised I dreamed of, too. 

"Okay, Father", he said, and I sighed of relief.

Then, slowly, he walked to the bathtub. Holding me with one arm as easily as he had done with two, he turned the tap off.

Then, painfully gently, he lowered me down into the bathtub water, placed his hand on my head and, before I could even recover from the shock of actually being in a bathtub again, he forced my head beneath the surface.