Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: This short drabble was originally written in Russian, but I decided to create an english version as well. Obviously english is not my first language, so be gentle.
Somewhat cracky. You've been warned.
The first time Tobirama sees Namikaze Minato he's distinctly unimpressed. Granted, he's not easy to impress. More like impossible. But still, Yondaime Hokage doesn't look like anything special. He's no older than twenty-five (and when did he get his position if he died that young?) with an open (rather stupid) face and incredibly bright blue eyes that seem even brighter on a black sclera.
And yet after Tobirama sees Minato in action he can't deny the man's skills. Tobirama is a warrior and the only beauty he recognizes is that of the battle. He's not ashamed to admit that on the battlefield Minato changes, on the battlefield he's almost stunningly beautiful.
Tobirama is protective of his techniques to the point of obsession, but in Minato's hands the Hiraishin comes alive, it sings. It's not hard at all to admit the man's superiority.
"Let's join our techniques", Tobirama suggests, because it's only logical, a good plan.
(Not because he wants to hear what song their Hiraishins would sing together).
Hashirama eyes him with a faint amusement and understanding and Tobirama resists the urge to cross his arms defensively. His techniques are important to him. That is all.
"Put your mark on me", he adds and that sounds almost obscene.
Arousing.
Minato doesn't even try to disagree. And— they are good together, far better than Tobirama even dared to expect. His body is trembling as the two Hiraishins, his and Minato's, come together in unison, amplifying each other. The feeling is nothing like he has ever known before. It's thrilling, powerful, addictive.
Minato's eyes are burning with passion. He gets it too. Tobirama allows himself one of his rare smiles.
Minato indeed leaves his mark on him, but it's not the Hiraishin's seal.
