Tobirama:

Our album was released six months later, in late summer.

Recording it together had been a dream. We clashed sometimes, usually when Izuna thought my singing was perfect but I was critical and wanted to redo it. But it strengthened us as a couple, made Izuna learn what a perfectionist I was and made me learn the depth of Izuna's kind-heartedness. 

Not to mention the mind-blowing sex we would have after our clashes...

We didn't speak during the drive home after a fight, but once inside the door of our apartment, I would drop my summer coat on the floor, grab Izuna's face harshly with one hand and forcefully back him into the bedroom where I would throw him onto the bed and he would give himself over to me completely, open up to me like a rose, and I would fuck him to show him exactly what fighting with me meant and how much I truly loved him, no matter what.

Afterwards, we would cling to each other for a good hour and talk things out.

In the end, we had a result that we both loved.

We simply named it 'Mute' and the cover was a close-up of a used band-aid with the metallic lacquer of my wing as a backdrop. Izuna had taken the picture with his cell phone camera for fun when he'd removed a band aid he'd had after cutting his finger.

'This album is the best thing I've ever created. Tobirama, thank you.'

We lay in bed the night of the release, arm's length apart to be able to see each other, hands on each other's faces. Izuna hardly spoke nowadays. His vocal cords got gradually worse, and now only a few sentences caused him immense pain.

"I wish I had been your piano man instead", I whispered.

'You will be my piano man forever <3'

I bent forwards and kissed him then, feeling that tug in my groin that was so familiar now but still so exotic. I was still in awe that this gentle, bright soul wanted to share his life with me.

"Mmm..." he moaned silently into my mouth, egged me on to deepen the kiss.

I missed his sweet-talking. I missed it a lot. But I would never exchange him for anything or anyone else. And I made up for what he couldn't say by talking myself. A lot.

"Give me your sweet little mouth. Mmm yes, give your tongue to me, baby. Let me taste you."

Izuna was a slut for my talking. And I had never met anyone who communicated with his body the way Izuna did. His body movements during sex had increased ten-fold since his voice got destroyed. When I fucked him with my words, he arched his back, pressed his groin against mine, let his erection toy with mine. I kept speaking to him, triggered by his reactions and his begging for more.

"Look at you, a slut for me. You're so good. You're so good to me Izuna..."

He clenched his eyes closed, pinched his nipple between his two fingers and panted like a maniac. Sweat was breaking free on his forehead. I went down to his neck and devoured it, sweetly biting. Izuna craned his neck to me, gave me access so I could leave bruises all over, which I gladly did.

I went down to his stomach, licked a circle around his navel. I had a thing for his navel... It was quite little, embedded in the lovely layer of belly fat he had. I loved pouring edible things there and body shotting it; chocolate sauce, melted vanilla ice cream, honey, and...

There was a flask of Vodka on the dressing table. I took it, opened the lid and straddled Izuna's thighs. He looked at me from his rightful position below me as I drank several chugs directly from the flask. I felt like getting drunk with my boyfriend tonight. Izuna smirked. The last chug, I didn't swallow, but instead I bent my head down, kissed my boyfriend, poured the liquid into his mouth and he took it, swallowing it down. I gave him three shots, figuring that was more than enough to make him very tipsy seeing he was quite light and not used to alcohol. I wasn't either, by any means, but I drank red wine sometimes and I was also twice Izuna's size. I poured some into Izuna's navel, causing him to lean his head back and moan due to the cold sensation.

Then I did a body shot.

Then four more.

I could already feel my head swim, mostly due to the chugging from the flask. I could see Izuna's eyes getting misted over the way they did when he felt the first effects of the alcohol on his frontal lobes.

"Hehh..." I smirked. Izuna always got extremely horny when tipsy.

"Tobes..." he croaked.

"Hush, my darling", I whispered. "Save your voice." My vision was getting a bit blurry.

"For what, exactly?" Izuna slurred. God, I'd forgotten how quickly Vodka got to this man. "Fucking you is the best thing ever. I can't imagine my voice being of better use for anything else."

"Oy!" I shouted, took another gulp of Vodka which I swallowed, then a second one that I bent down and spilled into Izuna's mouth. He took it willingly, moaning a little. Then, I pinned his hands down to the mattress and purred in his ear: "You're not fucking me. I'm fucking you."

I took the Vodka flask and poured some over his erect tip, causing him to gasp in shock. Then I bent down and took the entire length in my mouth, devoured the mixed taste of his cum and skin and the strong alcohol.

"Mmm", I moaned. "Baby, you taste good..."

At this point, my boyfriend was a convulsing, heaping mess of sweat and arousal. His precum was pouring over for me to drink, and I gladly drank. He dug his long fingernails into my hair and pulled me down over his cock, and I deep-throated over and over.

Izuna was usually silent during sex now, as it became too painful for him to scream soundlessly. But sometimes when I worked really, really hard for him, he couldn't contain himself but started screaming anyway. And that happened now, his voice a wheeze as he bucked his hips up to meet my lips.

"Ahh Izuna, fuck, seeing you like this..." I said with a muffled voice because my mouth was full of his dick. I twirled my tongue around it, let it come off a little, connected to his tip still by a sliver of saliva or precum or Vodka or all three. "I want to fuck you", I purred. The alcohol was making me more dirty-mouthed that usual. "I want to fuck you out of your fucking mind."

Izuna was drooling by this point, out of control. The fact that he wasn't begging let me know I had complete control over him, that he's given himself over to me completely. He knew begging was useless at this point, that I would do as I pleased anyway. So he lay down, sweetly waiting for me to fuck him into the mattress.

I was suddenly washed over by a huge wave of tenderness for the man. Shit... He was my greatest inspiration, my greatest role model. He was six years younger than me, yet I aspired to be everything he was. Kind, warm, with a passion for music and for life beyond what was measurable.

"I love you", I said, and he looked up at me. We both connected to that point in time, comfortable behind the spell the situation had put us under, and I pulled him into my lap. "I love you so much..."

And I sunk him down on me and his face relaxed in held-back anticipation finally getting its release, of pleasure, of pain, of love and of tenderness.

And we moved together, two parts of a whole, a piano and a voice, a voice and a piano.

And we created that sweet music of ours together while our album was playing in the background.

My voice enhancing his placing.

His playing enhancing my voice.

Izuna's enhancing all that was me, and me enhancing all that was him. 

Izuna:

It came forth from time to time.

The pain on his face.

Usually, it was when we were just hanging out silently. I could be jamming on my bass, Josh Klinghoffer in my ears ("I'm getting jealous of that man", Tobirama had purred one day. "Oh, I already know you have a crush on him as well." He didn't protest. "Should we invite him over for a threesome?" I had joked. He had tackled me down in the couch then, owned me), and I could look up to see him staring at me, tears in his eyes.

"What?" I would croak.

And he would just shake his head and keep reading his book or whatever he was doing.

But I knew what it was.

He mourned my voice.

Not for his own sake, but for mine.

I would change my playing then, make the bass humm out something deliciously bittersweet for us, my way of saying that I felt a lot difficult emotions but that I was okay, that I belonged to him and that he was okay.

Today was not a sad day, though. Today was a happy day.

I ran in through the front door. Tobirama was doing some paperwork for the house. It was full at this point, which saddened us deeply, but since we could expand he was working on getting that done. Everything was founded by Tobirama's money and nobody earned anything from the house except the workers who got a salary. When the house became full, I had asked if we could afford expanding. Tobirama had sat me down then, and explained exactly how well-off he was, what it meant to be the world's best pianist. I had just gaped. He had money in funds all over the world that were growing faster than what he could spend, even if he built several new houses.

"Shit..." I'd wheezed. Tobirama had smiled his gorgeous, crooked smile.

But today, it was my turn to have good news for him. 

I slammed down the world-renown music magazine on the kitchen table where he sat and when he jumped, I smiled triumphantly. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. Fuck, he was hot when he did that. He was hot in general, with his tight black polo and black trousers he usually wore at home. He took the magazine and opened it.

On the middle-spread was an entire article about our new album. And it was very, very well received.

He frowned when he started reading out loud, but as he kept going, his eyes lit up. His entire being lit up.

"Mute is a compilation of ear-gasms through and through. The album, written by Izuna Uchiha, is voiced by world-renown pianist Tobirama Senju since Izuna tragically lost his voice half a year ago before the album was recorded. It's the first time we hear Tobirama's voice. And we love it. His voice is dark and raspy, well matched by Izuna's mastery of all four instruments played. The album itself is a rollercoaster of highs and lows, and the placement of each song is genius. Izuna Uchiha is going to make a name for himself as both a singer and a fantastic musician. And we hope this is not the last album made by the couple together."

"Izuna, this is fantastic..."

I went and straddled him, placed a kiss on his lips.

"Will it be?"

I looked questioningly at him.

"'The last album made by the couple together'?"

I smiled widely.

I shook my head.

'This is only the beginning.'