I didn't know if it was the cold or the anticipation that made me tremble. Had I overdressed? Underdressed? Would he like the way I looked?

The snow crunched beneath my feet as I walked to the church, drinking a paper cup of hot peppermint tea for comfort that I had brought with me from home. As I approached the church, I saw he was already there, hands in the pocket of his winter coat, looking up at the church tower.

I couldn't help but stop and watch the scene in front of me. It looked magical, the lonely man surrounded by thick snowflakes in the dark, everything around him as quiet as it could only get when it snowed.

God, I like this man.

I walked towards him as softly as I could so he wouldn't notice me. I felt incredibly pleased with myself when I managed to startle him by threading my arm through his from behind.

"Hi!" I said happily.

He beamed at me, putting a gloved hand on mine, the one on the arm that was crooked through his.

"Don't you look gorgeous!" he said and I looked down with a blush.

"Thank you."

It wasn't that special, my outfit. Tight black jeans, baggy off-white linen shirt, my black coat, beanie and scarf. My boots were the main piece; chunky plateau boots with silver clasps.

We walked to the night club, and as soon as we came in, it was hard to believe the serenity of the world outside. It was all blackness and lasers and strobe lights and bodies and heat. Hashirama took my coat to hand it to the staff in the closet, then took my hand.

"Drink?" he asked.

"Pornstar martini, please", I said.

He raised an amused eyebrow at me, and I winked at him

As he went to the bar, I got lost in the place and in myself. The music was so loud, me and Hashirama wouldn't be able to talk much, and I found I didn't mind. I loved it.

Hashirama came with my drink and his own glass of white wine. I chugged mine, not desiring taste but effect only, and also, I wanted to dance as fast as I could, and I wouldn't be able to with a glass in hand.

Hashirama understood my intention and downer his drink, too, and I pulled at his shirt to come with me to the dance floor.

I saw people around us looking at Hashirama, whispering things to each other. They recognised him! I was happy, but also jealous. Not at Hashirama but at the people he could potentially fall in love with if they fell in love with him; I wanted him to fall in love with me.

But I needn't have worried, because Hashirama deemed to only have eyes for me. He watched me dance into the crowd, and every trace of his usual carefree personality was gone; he looked dangerous, as if he wanted to eat me.

I would let him.

I had to close my eyes to soothe the intensity of the situation, moved to the pulsing in my blood rather than the sound in my ears. My arms slithered up to the sky and I danced, and soon, I felt Hashirama's arms sliding over my body, his hips close to mine. I turned round and pressed my back to him, letting him know I wanted more, and he gave it to me.

I didn't know for how long we danced, but it was a long time. I finally dared to open my eyes, and wasn't caught in Hashirama's eyes but a couple, a straight one but a couple nonetheless, kissing on the dance floor.

For some reason, I was mesmerised. I didn't even noticed I stood and stared, biting my lip. Someone was calling my name from far away.

"Madara... Madara."

I turned around, and captured Hashirama's eyes, or his captured me. He had noticed. He had noticed what I was looking at. I could see it in his warm, brown eyes.

Kiss me, bowl cut idiot.

He did. I slid my arms around his neck, and he put his hands on the backside of my thighs and lifted me up. I hugged his waist with my legs, pressing close to him; I was already hard and wet and out of my fucking mind.

Our first kiss hand been slow and soft, whereas this was raw and dirty, based only on arousal. He carried me away, into the men's bathroom.

"Hey!" someone called at us. "No fucking in the stalls!"

"I fuck your mum in the stalls", Hashirama said serenely and pushed me into one and closed the door behind us.

He bent me over, put his fingers to me and started stretching. I moaned, loudly, not caring who heard. Hashirama leaned forwards, forced my head sideways and kissed me, using his tongue skilfully.

"Madara, I can't stand it..."

"Then stop fucking stretching! Into me! Now!"

I was whining, but that seemed to turn him on endlessly. He pulled his trousers down and pushed into me.

For someone who had just figured his sexuality out, he was a demon. He thrusted deeply, and I moaned in unison with his thrusts. People was knocking on the door and swearing at us, but Hashirama beat it with his fist.

"Shut up or I'll kill you!" he screamed, and it worked, both on them and on me, to be honest; it turned me on endlessly.

"More..." I whispered. "Please, more."

He grabbed my waist and thrusted like a madman. He put a hand to the back of my head and pushed the side of my face I to the wall, and I screamed. We both came screaming, him trembling, my knees weakening. When we were done, I turned and looked up at him in awe.

"Madara..."

He put his finger beneath my chin.

I captured his tongue with mine.

It only took us two minutes of making out before we had to fuck again. 

My mind was a whirlpool when we came out of the bathroom.

"I'll be right back", Hashirama murmured into my ear, and was soon back with another pornstar martini for me, which I drank in one go.

We walked further into the club, both of us exhilarated, knowing we could get nothing more out of a night out other than getting drunk, dancing, fucking and falling in love.

Suddenly, I stopped dead.

And Hashirama did, too.

"God", Hashirama whispered.

Because there, in the middle of the dance floor, stood Tobirama, his usual black trousers and a black T-shirt, making out with a short, blond surfer-type of a man.

I couldn't stop staring at this couple either, but for an entirely different reason than the previous one.

"Madara... Madara."

I turned and ran away, not even bothering to take my coat before I ran out.

I took my phone out, my first instinct being to call Damien.

But the first thing I saw in my notifications was that Tobirama had gone viral with a clip of his singing performance in the arena, when he had sung his song for me.