I was trembling, looking over at him.

He was looking straight ahead, not saying anything.

Suddenly, he moved, grabbed my hand, entwined our fingers.

I looked down on them; his large, warm hand encompassing mine.

I put my other hand over his to clasp it into safety.

"Are you nervous?" I asked softly.

He thought for a while.

"No", he said, his voice a bit darker than usual as the elevator took us up to the eighth floor where my apartment was.

"Good", I said. "You're safe. I don't have any expectations. I just want to show you my room."

He turned to me then, put his hand on the side of my face and kissed me.

I smiled into that kiss.

I opened the door to my tiny room with the kitchen in the corner, happy I had had time to clean this morning.

"It's not much", I said apologetically. "But it's my home."

He walked around a little, put his hand to the wall.

"I love it", he said, and he sounded as if he really meant it. He turned to me, his brows furrowed. "I mean, I don't really know how people usually live."

"Don't you know everything?" I asked.

Tobirama shook his head.

"No. No, I can find everything out. But I decided against searching how people live. At first, when I was only a program, because I wanted to find out myself when I got a body. But now, because I think it would have... Hurt me. Since, you know, Hashirama just puts me in a chair and shuts me off."

"I know", I said, suddenly angry at Hashirama. "What about him, by the way?" I asked. "Did he notice you coded over his codes for recording of vision and hearing?"

"Yes", Tobirama said. "I'm not an expert in reading facial expressions, but as I came to the lab, he looked at me in a certain way that made me have no doubt he was very disappointed with me, and scared."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of his own actions", I said, taking a vase down from a shelf, filling it with water and putting the rose Tobirama had given me in it. "Did he say anything?"

Tobirama shook his head, and he sat down on the floor, just like that. It looked odd, this well-dressed, handsome man that still had something strange about his demeanour casually sitting down in my little student apartment among the white and blue walls and the whit furniture and the terracotta pots with plants.

"No", he said. "But I believe he's up to something. And I don't like it."

I walked to him, sat down, took his hand, started kissing the back of it. Tobirama sighed.

"So you do feel touch", I said softly. "I wondered that before but now I'm certain."

"Yes. I need to activate the sensory neurons. It takes a lot of power, but if I don't, I can't walk."

"I read there is a lot of proprioception involved in walking", I said, thinking back to my neurology books. "From your feet and your joints."

Tobirama nodded.

"Do you..." I began, not daring to meet his eye. "Do you have any sexual desires?"

Tobirama looked away into the far distance, smiling.

"Yes." Tobirama looked at me. "But I'm inexperienced. I mean, I'm literally a few weeks old."

"Don't say it like that!" I burst out, and Tobirama laughed as I put my hands over my ears. "It's creeping me out!"

"It's true though. I have read a little, but I haven't watched anything. I..." He bit his lip, suddenly serious again. "I wanted our first time to be... Me, you know?"

I looked at him, gaped a little.

"Our... So, you mean, it's me..."

"Who else, silly?" he said, pulling me into an embrace, kissing the top of my head. "You know what makes us age?" he asked then.

I thought for a bit.

"Not really", I whispered, excruciatingly comfortable in his arms.

"Cell division. Our cells have a limited amount of times they can divide. But I don't need that much of that since my body isn't used as much as a human's. But..." He hugged me closer. "I've made sure my cells divide anyway because I want to keep matching your age."

I was quiet at first. Then, it went up to me what it was he'd said and I turned to him, put my hand on his stubbled cheek. He didn't quite dare to meet my eye.

Tobirama the computer program had made himself, his body, mortal for me.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me", I said truthfully.

And we kissed.

There was something different about this kiss because it wasn't just a kiss for kissing's sake; this one had a destination. I turned so I sat in his lap, one leg on either side, grabbing his face. He put one hand on the back of my head, the other one in my hair which he pulled delightfully.

"I just want to be close to you", I murmured.

"Izuna..." Tobirama murmured back.

He moved so he was above me on the floor, on his knees, one hand on either side of my head, pinning me down to my floor. I looked up at him, feeling incredibly pretty.

"I like you", he said. "I like you so much."

I put my hand on his face; God I loved his face.

"I like you, too", I said. "So, so much."

He leaned over me, kissed me again. I pulled my sweater over my head, revealing my bare upper body to him. He put his large hand on my chest, stroke down my stomach, finding the buttons on my trousers. I put my arms above my head, moaning sweetly for him, to which he kissed my neck. As he unbuttoned my trousers with one hand, I helped him pull them down until I was completely naked beneath him, a blushing mess as he stood on all four above me, panting. He took off his blazer as it was straining his movements, then begun to explore. 

He explored the entirety of me, from my very fingertips which he kissed softly, to my toes which he just caressed, everything except my sex. He planted kisses along my thighs and collarbones until I was a sweaty, moaning mess beneath him. Tobirama himself was silent, hyper-focussed on his task.

And all the while, I had to push away the thought that he actually wasn't a real human but a computer program or I would go crazy; it was so hot.

"Izuna..." he said after a good half an hour or so, sliding his hand down, touching my length for the first time. I arched my back and moaned so loudly, I automatically put a hand over my mouth.

He laughed a little at this.

He kept caressing me, softly, tenderly, and I sensed he was looking at me even if I couldn't meet his eye due to shyness.

"Izuna, may I..." He moved his fingers to my opening, circled me there.

"Y- yes...", I breathed.

He pushed one finger in slowly, and then another. He stretched me for a long time, in a way I wasn't used to. It was loving, the whole act an entity of its own and not just a way to get to fucking like it had always been with Hashirama. He took time with each act, asked me for consent before he did something new which I found painfully sexy. I was struggling to keep myself together beneath him, splaying my legs, touching my thigh.

"You're beautiful", he whispered. "You're so, so beautiful."

"Hush, silly", I whispered back, but I loved it.

Finally, I put my hand on his cheek, connected our eyes.

I didn't say anything.

Tobirama undressed casually, revealing Hermes' worked out body which Tobirama must have maintained. I looked away, shy.

"No", he said softly, grabbing my face with great care as if it was an egg, turned my face to his. "No, please, look at me."

I did as he put his tip to me in missionary, the situation so romantic I felt tears burn in the back of my throat.

"May I?" he asked one last time.

I nodded, and he pushed in.

I moaned.

And for the first time, I heard him moan as well.

He moved above me, a little awkwardly at first, but then finding rhythm and pace. No matter what, he felt so good within me, and there was something so soothing, so comforting and safe with having this man within.

It was that, more than the physical sensation of sex, that made me come in the end. I helped myself a little with my hand, and Tobirama let me. I knew Hashirama would never, too proud, but Tobirama seemed only concerned about my enjoyment, and so let me make decisions about what I needed for myself. The warm fluid poured out of me, landed on my stomach, and as I was done, Tobirama pulled out, licked the salt off my skin while I pulled my fingers through his hair.

As I caught my breath, he didn't penetrate me again but instead leaned his head against my chest.

"Your turn", I breathed.

"No", Tobirama said.

I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath.

"Sex isn't about coming for me", he said, and I remembered my words to Hashirama that time we had sex in the lab, the exact same ones. Mortified, I remembered Tobirama had seen the entire thing, but that didn't seem to bother him at the moment. "It's about emotions."

I was so touched by this, by him remembering my words and bringing them up in this particular situation that I put my arms around him and squeezed him against my chest, kissing the top of his head over and over.

"Was it good?" he asked, worried. "Are you satisfied?"

"More than ever", I whispered back.

And I meant it.