Our first time was everything I had ever dreamed of, without ever knowing I had ever dreamed of it.

After I'd confessed to Izuna, I lay above him on the couch, kissing him slowly, passionately.

I'd had sex before, but it had been only about pleasure, about prolonging the time to the orgasm, about giving and receiving, making the girl I fucked satisfied as well as myself, not because I cared about her but because I needed to boost my own ego.

With Izuna, it was nothing like that.

It was love pouring from my heart over to him, asking over and over again if he was okay, as it was his first time, of taking time and care and put everything I got into making it a poem that would etch itself into his broken heart and stay there, forever. Izuna bit my neck playfully, started to unbutton my shirt.

"Let me put the fireplace out", I immediately said, as I only ever had sex covering my arms, or in the dark.

"Why?" Izuna asked, looking at me with large eyes. "I love it."

I looked away. I usually just made up a plausible excuse. This was very, very difficult. "I..." I trusted him so completely. "My dad has always made me ashamed of my scars. So I always hide them. Even from myself. I don't even let anyone touch my forearms during sex."

"Tobirama..." Izuna said, continuing to unbutton my shirt, pulling it off as I stiffened, placing kisses along my collarbones to soften me up again, which worked splendidly. He took great care to slither his palms alongside my scars, my old ones and the new ones he'd stitched, as he pulled my shirt off and I stood over him clad only in trousers. "Tobirama, I take you the way you are or not at all." He lifted my arms to his face and kissed each scar, one by one. Tears filled my eyes, and I had to look away. "Stop hiding. Stop hiding from me. From yourself." He put one hand on my groin. I had never been so hard in my life. "Please."

I leaned my head back and moaned softly as he stroke my thighs, my groin, my length. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my trousers. Izuna helped me pull them off until I stood completely naked over him.

"I don't know how to do this", he whispered, looking up at me.

"Don't worry", I said, kissing his lips. "You're my responsibility."

The situation was romantic, but also incredibly arousing just because we were an alpha and an omega. It just hadn't happened before. It didn't feel unnatural, or illegal. It felt exciting and different and exotic and right. So, so right. And I suddenly got a glimmer of what my mother meant when she said she just couldn't leave her husband, my dad. There was nothing in the world I wouldn't do for Izuna. If I had to drop my liver on the ground and leave it, I would, if only that would enable me to be with him.

I circled my fingers on his skin until I reached his opening. I felt him flinch. I didn't know how to do this, never having slept with a man before, but promised myself to not let it show, for Izuna. I was surprised at how natural it came to me; where my fingers should go, that they should stretch him beforehand, how slowly I should move forwards. But I still had to suppress some nerves.

"Okay?" I asked.

Izuna nodded, hiding his face on my shoulder as I pushed in. I worked him slowly with one finger, then two. Izuna was grunting softly at first, but when he started to moan, I took it as my cue.

I kissed him as I spread his legs. "Keep them there for me", I said, then cupped his face with one hand, and guided my leaking tip towards him with the other. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.

"Always", Izuna whispered. "Forever."

I pushed myself in slowly. The impulse to squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure was huge, but I kept looking at him, not wanting to miss a single heartbeat. Izuna leaned his head back and moaned.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A little", he whispered.

I took it very, very slowly, softening him up even more with just the tip, pushing more and more forwards. Izuna started to move, as if trying to shove me deeper inside of him, and I figured his moans were not in pain anymore, but in pleasure. I started moving my hips slowly, grabbing his waist, a delicious amount of softness melting underneath my hands, taut muscles somewhere underneath.

"I like being this close to you", he whispered, putting a hand on my cheek as the fireplace crackled.

"I wish I could melt our hearts into one", I murmured, smiling warmly down at him.

"You already have", Izuna said.

This man was five years my junior and an omega, yet I had never felt so equal with anyone. It was as if our hearts were tuned in on each other, and nobody else would ever be able to find that wavelength.

That was the first time in my life I made love. Pure and actual love. We kissed. I bent down to take his nipple in my mouth. He leaned his head back and screamed. I put my fingers in his mouth. He sucked them. I bit his collarbones. He bit my neck. Our sweat mixed together, making the couch wet. He looked into my eyes. I looked into his. I did my best to maintain myself, but didn't last that long before I came with a scream. I couldn't help myself but had to lean my head back and close my eyes, finally. Izuna screamed, too, and poured himself over his own abdomen. I slumped down, entirely spent, our bodies one, as was our hearts.

I tubbed the jacuzzi for us and took him into it. He laughed at the bubbles, but I noticed he was tired. It was close to midnight when I tucked him into bed after he'd brushed his teeth like a zombie, me laughing at him and kissing his cheek, him playfully pushing me away. I held him for a while in bed until he fell asleep before I opened the red door and went out, sitting down on the porch. I heard Rudy neigh as she noticed me from her meadow.

"Tomorrow!" I shouted back at her.

Suddenly, I heard steps, and saw my mother, dressed in a dressing robe, coming to sit down next to me.

"Did you enjoy your movie?"

"Ehhhhh..."

"I spent the evening playing chess with Madara. He won."

"I'm impressed", I said. My mum had been a champion in her university back in her days.

She was quiet for a while. "It's him, isn't it?" she asked.

I let my silence speak for myself. She didn't push it.

"I'm scared, mum."

"It would be strange if you weren't. But he's good for you." I didn't speak. "I spoke to Izuna, asking him if I could use him for my research. I think he believes it's because he's the first omega to ever become a doctor. But in reality, it's his personality. He doesn't behave like an omega. Or a beta, or an alpha. And I suspected he could fall in love with anyone. I told him I was interested in testing him and a certain someone." She looked at me. "Initially, it never even crossed my mind that that certain someone could be you."

I couldn't help but smile. "I'm glad it is. He's so perfect."

"He's perfect for you", my mother corrected softly.

"Good. I don't want him to be perfect for anyone else. I want him for myself." I was only half-joking.

"I think you that's how it will be. I think..." My mother took a deep breath. "Tobirama, I'm so sorry to bring my research into this, but I think Izuna has the ability to bond as well."

I looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"You know how I can tell if a person has found the one they'll bond with? I've never been wrong. I get the same sense with Izuna."

I just stared at her. "Since when?"

She looked down, suddenly smiling. "Since the first time I met him. Since before you beat him and that boy Henry up."

I just stared at her. "You... What?"

"I think the process had begun for him from very, very early on. Not for you, though. For you, it took a bit of time."

My eyes suddenly filled with tears, and I was suddenly desperate for him. We were too far apart then, even if he was just behind the red door of my summerhouse.

"Mum, I need to... I need to..." My voice was thick with emotion.

She stood up and brushed herself off, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Go to him. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow."

I walked into the house and clambered into bed with Izuna, not caring if I woke him up.

"Izuna..." I said, grabbing him and turning him around so he laid on top of me, hugging him lose. "Izuna, Izuna, Izuna..."

"Tobes..." he croaked, having woken up from a deep sleep.

I kissed him then, and he kissed me back, sleepily at first, then more hungrily as he woke up. He was naked still, me only in sweatpants and a T-shirt with actual short sleeves I'd found in a wardrobe in the summerhouse. His kisses became desperate, and he turned me over so I was on top of him.

"Tobes..." he panted, grabbing my face. "I love you. I love you endlessly."

"I love you too", I purred.

He kissed me then, twirling his tongue sensually around mine. It was so hot I almost died.

"Now", he pleaded. "Please."

I made love to him until morning.