He tasted of coffee with cream.

I moaned into his kiss, leaned forwards to his mouth, wanting more of him, more of us, more of this.

He placed his hands on my waist, pulled me up so I was straddling him. I pressed my groin against his, grabbed his face with both hands. I breathed to his lips, and he let me taste his tongue.

"I want you", I murmured. "I want you."

He stood up and literally dragged me with him. I gladly followed as he took me to my bedroom. There, he stopped and turned to me, and we just stood like that, opposite one another, me in my priest robe, him in casual clothes and a gun, looking. Just looking.

He was panting, and the frown on his face made him look incredibly dangerous. I realised I was panting, too.

"Take your clothed off", I whispered.

He smirked, but did as I said. He unbuckled the belt that held his baton and gun, lay it on the floor. He pulled his black sweater over his head, revealing the strongest upper body I had ever seen.

"Oh, my God", I murmured, then blushed; I had not made a conscious decision to say that out loud.

He laughed hotly.

"You like it?"

"I like you", I said shyly but truthfully.

He unbuckled his belt, let his trousers fall off with his underwear, let me see exactly how much he wanted me.

Then, he walked towards me, started walking in circles around me. I closed my eyes and shivered, extremely aware of how he was scrutinising every inch of me.

Then, he stood before me, grabbed my robe and took it off me, let it fall to the floor. He took off my white collar and threw it into the wall. That was such a demonstration of power against my God, I couldn't help but smirk.

"You don't belong to God now", he said, his pupils so wide they made his eyes dark. "You're mine."

He leaned forwards and kissed me again, twirled his tongue against mine. I placed my hand against his neck, pressed him to me. He, in turn, unbuttoned my shirt, let it fall off, then unbuttoned my trousers and I stepped out of them willingly.

And just like that, we were naked against each other, pressing our groins together, breathing against one another's mouths.

He lifted his hand, caressed my arm from my bicep and down, down to my hand and...

Suddenly, I heard a click, and I realised Tobirama had handcuffed me... He had actually fucking handcuffed me.

"Come with me", he purred into my mouth.

He took me to my bed and fastened the other end of the handcuff to the metal bed frame.

"Tobirama..."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes", I said. "Yes."

"Lay down."

His voice was such that it left no doubt I was not allowed to disobey. I laid down immediately, on my back, legs splayed for him. Tobirama went and took his gun, offered it to me.

"Suck it", he said, his eyes drilling holes into my soul. "Like you did las time. Suck it when I hold it."

He grabbed my chin and I looked up at him from my position below him, opening my mouth, letting the cold metal chill my lips. He fingered the trigger as if it were my tip.

"Just one tiny movement with my finger", he murmured, his eyes glistening with mischief. I knew it was just play, the gun being secured. "Show me how it makes you feel."

I did. I deep-throated that gun, pretending it was his dick. I looked up at him, and he seemed to be going mental. His breathing was ragged, and his other hand, the one that did not hold the gun, went to my hair and pulled it.

I tried to ignore him, assert some sort of dominance over him. Instead, I focussed on the metal. It tasted like blood and soot. And I enjoyed how the metal felt on my tongue.

"Have you shot anyone with this?" I asked in between sucking.

"Many", he said darkly.

I looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Killed anyone?"

"Never. Not even in self-defence."

I chuckled.

Tobirama didn't seem to like the amount of power I had gotten by asking these questions and then laughing about it. So he took another cuff from his belt on the floor, and cuffed my other wrist to the bed.

I gasped. I was now completely open to him, my chest an easy target.

"Unsecured your gun and put it to my heart, Tobirama", I whispered.

The reaction I got wasn't what I had expected. I has expected him to smirk, maybe laugh and do as I said, maybe trace the gun over my skin in a playful way.

But what I got affected me a million times more than that. He shivered, and I saw his eyes fill up with tears.

"Do you-" His voice cracked. Oh, honey. "Do you truly trust me that much?"

Oh, how I wished I had one hand free and could put it to his gorgeous fucking face.

"I do trust you that much", I assured him in a whisper.

With a trembling hand, he forced himself to insecure it, put the pipe of the gun to my chest. He hesitated before he could put it to my skin, as if afraid to take this final step.

"You can do it", I whispered. "Do it for me. Make me feel alive."

He lowered the gun on my skin and with that, he groaned and leaned over me, hid his face on my chest.

"Tobirama, you're trembling..." I said.

"Please... Can I stop?"

This man truly cares about me...

"Come to me", I said. "Tobirama, come to me."

He let the gun slide to the floor and sagged with relief. Then, he came up and hugged me, kissed me on my lips, put one hand in my hair and the other around my waist. I had no hands free, so I put one leg around him.

"Was it that hard?" He nodded. "Why?"

"The thought of anything happening to you... All of these people... My inability to control myself."

I had no idea what he was talking about and I didn't care. All I knew in that moment was that we needed to convert our emotions into something else, something we could understand.

"Fuck me", I said. "Baby, fuck me."

He came up to my ear, pressed his mouth to it. His hair tickled my neck and I shivered.

"Yes, Father", he purred.

My reaction was immediate. I gasped. The sensation when he called me by my title in this particular situation was close to the one I had gotten with the ropes; an inability to be anywhere but here and now.

And there was nowhere in the world I'd rather be.

Tobirama kept his lips to my ear, but now put a finger to me, in between my splayed legs.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, not in a playful way but gently.

I couldn't speak so I just nodded, looking into the safety that was the eyes of this police chief, the albino man who had held an unsecured gun to my heart and cried because of it.

He did, boring his eyes into mine all the while. I wanted to look away, and he must have noticed because he put his other hand on my face, pressing my cheeks together.

"Look at me", he said darkly and I obeyed.

He kept pushing in, first one, then two fingers, moving them inside of me. I kept quiet, gritting my teeth together.

"Come on", he almost growled. "Moan for me, baby."

I forced myself to stay quiet, wanting to force him to work harder to elicit any form of noise from me.

He did. He worked so, so hard, and I had to lean my head back and hiss.

"You want my dick bad, don't you?" he purred and I nodded. A cold sweat was breaking out over my skin, making it deliciously cold. "Are you ready for me, Father?" I nodded again.

He leaned over me then, and I put my legs on his shoulders. I didn't let go of his eyes for even the fraction of a second as he put his dick to me, slowly pushing in.

I had taken Tobirama to be a silent lover but he wasn't. He frowned when he slid into me, pulled my hair and kissed me.

"God, you feel so good", he murmured. "You are sooo good to be inside, baby."

He started thrusting, slowly at first, reading my every reaction just as well as he has done when he roped me. He was trembling, gritting his teeth together and I suddenly realised he wasn't only horny; he was emotional.

Oh, how I wished I had my hands free. Or at least one. I wanted to touch him. To hold him. To tell him that he was safe, and that he was enough.

I realised I could still tell him that so I did. Murmured he was important, that he made me feel safe, that he made me feel whole.

He leaned his forehead against mine, closed his eyes yet kept thrusting, moving his body in soft waves above me.

"You have no idea..." he murmured, his voice once more cracking. "You make me... You make me feel things I didn't think I would ever be able to feel."

I didn't know what to say, I was so touched, so I just clung to him with my legs.

And he took my cue. He went mad. He went mad for me. He grabbed my waist, harshly in a way that made me understand and feel I would get marks in the shapes of his fingers, and thrusted from his tip to his shaft, and he moaned like a maniac while I leaned my head back and screamed so loud that I thought I was going to die.

I came hard and long for him, and he did the same for me. He frowned as he kept thrusting, emptying every little piece of himself inside of me, feeding himself to my soul.

When he had come, he was still rock-hard so he kept thrusting, prolonging my orgasm for me. When he couldn't anymore, he pulled out, used his hand to milk the very last few drops onto my skin so that our cum mixed together.

Then, trembling, he released my cuffs, and we could finally grab one another faces, both of us wet with cum and sweat and the sticky sensation that I didn't recognise.

But that could be love.