It was snowing. The snow crunched between my soles and the ground, the crisp sound making me thirty. For what, I wasn't sure.

I looked longingly at Tobirama's hand, resolutely in his pocket. He wore a black coat as well, but whereas mine was flowy and feminine, his had padded shoulders and tooth-shaped buttons and must have cost a fortune (I had thrifted mine). 

My mind was a turmoil. A turmoil of Tobirama and of Hashirama and of both of them combined together.

"I'm sorry it seems like I am trying to show off", he said. "I genuinely do not. Or, maybe a little." He turned his eyes sideways towards me and smiled shyly. My heart melted. "I just literally have never had anyone who I think would be interested in what I'm about to show you. I..." He looked away again. "I don't meet many people. I'm quite shy."

I carefully stepped in so our shoulders touched. 

"I have noticed that."

"I was trying to get better, but..." He looked up at the stars. "I'm twenty-seven. It's just who I am. So I don't see a need to get better. I fact, I don't necessarily think it counts as getting better, forcing myself to do something I genuinely hate."

I looked up at this beautiful, complicated man. He truly was beautiful.

"You look like an angel."

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. It made him stop dead and turn towards me.

If one had stood beside us and held a camera, now would have been a good time to take a few steps back and film us from a distance, to get the lights hanging above us and the snowflakes framing us. It would have been a magical shot. 

We stared at one another, and I wasn't certain who was in greater shock.

Then, Tobirama reached out his inviting hand, and I took it, and we walked hand-in-hand to wherever it was he was taking me.

"I can't believe I followed a stranger home", I said as he led me to a cottage that was placed very quirkily in between two apartment complexes.

The cottage was large, clearly old but incredibly well-preserved.

"I would have been furious with you if you had put yourself in so much danger with anyone but myself", Tobirama said with a kind smile. "Welcome."

His home was lovely, large with many stairs going this way and that, warmly and spaciously furnished. 

But I immediately realised why he had brought me here. Because everywhere were shelves of books, LP's, CD's and antique steampunk-looking objects - a mechanical heart, an old diver's helmet, a metal octopus holding a light bulb...

"This is amazing..." I whispered, in awe, touching the CD's. "You have so much good music."

"Thank you", he said, and I saw he had brought a tray holding a jar of juice and two glasses while I was browsing. 

I went from room to room, pulling down books, commenting on those I had read, noting those I had not... It was a dream.

"You read David Mitchell!" I burst out happily. 

"An author best taken in small doses", he said warmly; his voice got even deeper than its' usual bass when he talked about something he was passionate about. "I'm glad you like it. The band usually teases me for how much I read."

I turned to him and looked at him with what I hoped was a stern expression, but judging from his amused smile it was more of a cute one. 

"Tobirama", I said, stepping closer. A lot closer, actually. So close, in fact, that he had to catch me in his arms. I looked up at him, leaning my chin on his chest. "Don't ever let anyone make you feel bad about what you feel about what you love."

I kissed him. He kissed me back. My hand went up to his hair, pulling, forcing his head closer to mine.

"Mmm..." he purred, breathing out in a way that sounded like a sigh of relief, like soot against ribs. 

He backed me up until my back caught something; a book shelf. A book fell down. Tobirama put a hand protectively on top of my head to protect it from eventual other falling books while he kept kissing me. He pulled my hands up with his free hand, pinned them, pushed his hips to mine and I moaned, wanting him closer.

I pushed him back, all the way to the salon table where I turned and laid him down on top of me. Just bending me over wasn't enough for him, however; he put his leg up, then climbed up on the table so he was straddling me. Some primitive instinct within him had his body move in waves above me, his dick inevitable searching for my burning charcoal insides.

I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't; only guttural sounds of nothing came out.

"What?" Tobirama breathed hotly, and his dark voice made me want to die or stay alive forever, I couldn't tell you which.

I kissed him when I couldn't talk. He played my tongue with his, let me drown in it. He put his long, slender fingers around my neck, not squeezing, just caressing. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me, thrusted my hips up. 

Tobirama moaned in frustration, and I started undoing his belt.

"Ahh, Madara..." he breathed as I released him. 

I undid my own trousers equally quickly, the. turned him over so he was on his back on the table, and as I started sucking his dick, I masturbated my own.

Tobirama was back on his elbows, screaming as I sucked him. My cheeks started to hurt almost immediately but I kept going, making sucking sounds to egg him on, and it worked.

He tried to say something, but I didn't hear.

"What?"

"Let me come on your dick", he breathed, almost inaudibly over everything else that was going on. 

I understood. He come easily for me, and I came closer so that his dick came closer to me, and warm semen covered mine. It wasn't my own hand that made me come, but the feeling of him. I leaned my head back and screamed, the feeling of coming this way so frustrating it irrationally made me come harder than I was used to.

We lay panting, on his dinner table, looking at one another. 

"Was it this you meant when you said you had something for me?" I panted.

He must have understood I was joking even if I wasn't smiling, because he smiled. 

"No", he said. "Actually, I wanted to let you choose a book and a CD or LP to take home."