A/N: Heeey, guys! *hides and whimpers* Forgive me for my absence, I had a really horrible mental breakdown, in which I injured myself pretty badly in an attempt to suicide (not as if my dad even cared, the bastard, he just keeps telling me to get over it, ugh). You can say I'm having a really rough time. But I'm hoping to get better once I, at least, move out of this hellhole. Whatever, I was born to suffer, I should be used to this. In unrelated news, I'll be updating the original story in a week or maybe earlier (I'm so sorry, I just need to emerge myself back to the story, since it's been a while). Now, for my dear TobiIzu~! I'll soon be uploading a fic dedicated solely to this pairing, too! I got it all planned out!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES SEX, PEOPLE. DONT LIKE, DONT READ. SKIP IF NEXT CHAPPIE IS AVAILABLE.
Chapter 4: Absolute Fools Pt. 1
Izuna groaned in complete annoyance, frustratingly stomping his foot like a child as he threw the two t-shirts in his hands to the floor. "Ugh! I have nothing to wear!"
There was huge party for seniors tonight, and it was entirely essential he had to go. He was, after all, the one of the most popular boys in school, not going would be suicide to his social life. The only down part to it, is that the place where it was being held was at the Senju's mansion. But that won't stop Izuna from attending! That would be exactly what Tobirama, the albino jerk, would want, and it was never in a Uchiha's nature to do what anybody wants, unless, of course, it was to Izuna's benefit.
However, he couldn't find anything to wear and the party was starting soon (in an hour). Izuna could practically already see himself waving goodbye to his popularity.
Letting out another insufferable groan, Izuna stomped to his well-made bed in the middle of his room and threw himself face-first onto it. He flailed his bare legs and punched the bed with his fists in a momentarily tantrum, completely distorting the light blue comforter his older brother had so much trouble to arrange without a single wrinkle on it. Izuna stopped his childish actions, abruptly grabbing a pillow, and screaming in it with distress.
To be honest, he knew he was acting way to dramatic. But, that was just how he was, and he wanted to be perfect. He wanted to show off to all his friends, and make Tobirama notice how hot he was.
'Wait, what? Where the fuck did that come from?' Izuna lifted his face from his pillow and rested his chin on it, a thoughtful look in his features as he contemplated on the insanity of the brief mental statement. Sure, it was true he wanted to outshine the Senju, but, why would he want the albino to acknowledged him?
The knock on the door of his bedroom surprised him to a degree that made him jerk and end up falling to the ground with a undignified yelp.
Madara raised an eyebrow at his moaning in pain little brother wearing nothing but black boxers, lowering his fist from the white wood door. "Otouto, you should be more careful."
"Well, you should warn someone before scaring them half to death!" Izuna snapped back, glaring up at his niisan. The look faded, however, when he saw that his older brother was holding a large plastic black bag.
"What's that?" Izuna cocked his head to the side curiously as he gracefully stood up.
Madara smirked, shifting the bag so that it was hiding behind him. "Wouldn't you like to know."
"Aww! Aniki!" Izuna whined, falling onto his butt on the edge of his bed, and crossing his arms in front of his chest with a small pout decorating his face.
Madara chuckled, his onyx eyes showing a warmth not just anyone would receive. He adjusted his blue t-shirt and walked to sit beside his brother, placing his bag onto the younger's lap. "Why don't you see for yourself? I was thinking you might've needed new outfits."
At the mention of clothing, Izuna's eyes immediately lightened up as he nearly ripped opened the bag in his excitement.
Madara smiled humorously at the happy girlish squeal his brother let out.
"Be careful. And remember, no alcohol." Madara said as he gave his little brother the keys to the apartment. "I'm going out, too. This is only if you're here first. Also, please avoid any ugly skanks if you get intoxicated."
Izuna snorted, taking the silver keys and shoving them into his pocket. Every time he left late at night, it was the same lecture, and it's not as if he listened anyways. However, this time he will try his best to remember those words. He was going to the Senju's mansion, after all, and the fact he had lied to Madara about where the party was being held made him nervous. His older brother always mysteriously manages to find out how crazy he acts in parties, so that would mean he'd have to lay low tonight and pray none of Madara's ninja spies see him.
"Yeah, sure."
Madara sighed, knowing his otouto hadn't heard a single word, as usual. He couldn't be angry, though. Izuna reminded him too much of their late mother, and ever since he was born, he had had a soft spot for the little troublemaker. "Have fun, okay? I want you to tell me all the new gossips so I can sleep."
Izuna stuck out his tongue immaturely, and Madara rolled his eyes, flicking the smaller raven's nose.
They both heard a car horn from outside, signaling the arrival of their cousin and Izuna's best friend.
The brothers softly smiled at each other briefly before Izuna kissed Madara's cheek and practically skipped to the front door, feeling extremely giddy of his new outfit, which was composed of a tight light blue tank top, a black leather jacket with matching boots, and light blue skinny jeans. Truthfully, Madara didn't fancy that style very much, and it wasn't all that common in the high school kids, but Izuna had a knack of starting new trends, and Madara thought it looked pretty good in the store.
Izuna flashed another bright smile at his brother when he opened the door and waved goodbye as he shut it close.
Madara sighed, walking toward the window and pushing the white curtain back just in time to see Izuna hop into Hikaku's passenger seat.
"I can't believe you somehow managed to persuade me to come here." Hikaku sighed as he parked the car in front of the mansion, that was already decorated with shining colorful lights and people, some of which they recognized.
"Aww, c'mon! Don't be like that, this is going to be great! Uchihas crashing a party in the Senju's house, think about it!" Izuna was nearly jumping up and down in his seat as he struggled to rip off his seatbelt.
"Ugh," Hikaku flipped his ponytail behind his light gray t-shirt-clad shoulder, and helped his cousin get the seatbelt off. "Whatever. You owe me a car ride."
"Yeah, yeah!" Izuna waved him off as he kicked the car door open and jumped out, slamming it shut with his leg. Hikaku did the same, but with a lot more grace and patience.
When he was about to ask Izuna something, he wasn't even surprised to see him far away, already talking to a group of girls that were standing just next to the water fountain in the Senju's front yard.
Hikaku rolled his onyx eyes and scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and marching up to the front door to at least get something to drink.
It's been hours, and Izuna hadn't seen that albino jerk anywhere! He was getting really irritated at this turn of events. He had expected Tobirama to be the first person he would see inside the mansion, but, instead, all he saw was more classmates and fellow students he didn't even care about. The inside was decorated quite modernly with a unique taste that Izuna couldn't quite point out. And there was alcohol everywhere, in which Izuna wasn't all that astonished to see his already drunk cousin sucking face with a slutty blond girl on his lap. Or, should it be in his lap? 'That position doesn't seem comfortable?' Izuna frowned, wondering if he should walk over and help his obviously inebriated best friend out of the predicament.
'Eh, he's a big boy. And she isn't half bad,' Izuna shrugged and decided he could at least have a can of beer. He managed to slither away from the persistent intoxicated women surrounding him (they had already stolen his jacket, fucking dammit) and walked toward where he saw people come out with refilled drinks in hand.
"Hey, Izuna!"
'Shit.'
Izuna sighed and turned around, facing the woman who immediately threw herself on his chest and looked up at him with glistening brown eyes. Izuna awkwardly patted female's bare back, frowning down at her. "Tsume-chan, what's wrong?"
"You've been avoiding me!" The brunette's pitiful face immediately turned violent as she punched Izuna hard on his stomach. The raven groaned, hunching over slightly.
"Um, I wasn't avoiding you, Tsume-chan!"
"Oh, really?!" She barked, pushing away from him with a fierce look. Izuna had to remind himself not to look any lower than eye level when he realized the woman was completely naked. "What were you doing, then?!"
Well, honestly speaking, Izuna was avoiding the feral woman ever since he woke up next to her naked form one morning with a massive hangover. He hadn't meant to have sex with the female, and it's not like she wasn't attractive, it's just that...she was scary. Feeling hopeless, Izuna began to stutter and flinched at the growl the brunette emitted. "I, uh-"
"Uchiha!"
'What now?!' Izuna mentally whined and was going to turn around to face the slurry voice but was stopped midway when he felt a hand harshly gripping his upper arm, pulling him to be face to face with, ironically, the person he had wanted to see ever since he got here. "S-Senju?!"
"Where the fuck have you been?" Tobirama spat out, the words slightly mushing together and his voice too loud. Izuna was stunned, never having been this close to the white-haired male nor heard of him ever getting drunk before. That, and the fact the Senju had been looking for him was pleasantly shocking.
"Fuck off, albino!" Tsume shrieked as she latched onto Izuna's free arm, making him cringe when the long nails dug into his skin. "He's mine! Get your own fuck!"
"Fuck off," Tobirama hissed and, again, Izuna was beyond surprised when the Senju pushed Tsume harshly at her shoulder, making her fall to the ground on her bare ass with loud smack. All Izuna could do was stare, not knowing what else to do. Tobirama, apparently, did know what to do, and that was to promptly drag a bewildered raven up the stairs and away from the screeching female.
Snapping back to reality when Tobirama forcefully pushed him inside a dark room, Izuna turned around to face the taller male when the lights flicked on and the door was shut. "What do you want, Senju?! I hadn't done anything to you!" 'Yet, anyways,' he mentally chuckled as an afterthought. He and some of his friends were planning to do a couple pranks around the house afterwards. What? You can't blame him for having fun!
"Yes, you have!" Tobirama sounded completely weird, and the anger that was supposed to be in his voice was barely noticeable. 'How much has he been drinking?' Izuna frowned as he scanned the disheveled Senju from foot to toe. He wasn't even wearing shoes! And he was shirtless with only a long baggy light blue jeans as clothing. Izuna was confused, to say the least, and wondered what brought on this appearance in his usually very formal lifetime rival. Or maybe, this is how he always was when he's drunk off his ass? Somehow, Izuna doubted it.
"Tobirama? Is something up?" Izuna asked and immediately regretted doing so when the hazy look in those dark brown eyes turned murderous. He took a step back cautiously, trying to think of a way out of this problem as he looked around the room, which must've been a guest room by the lack of personal belongings and only a bed and a drawer as furnitures.
"This is all your fault, you know."
Izuna faced Tobirama and was again, for about the thousandth time that tonight, flabbergasted when he saw the now slumped Senju hang his head in what could only be distress. He observed the taller man closely, catching the way his shoulders jerked slightly, which could only mean Tobirama was either crying or close to it. This left Izuna more than confused, never having been in a situation like this before and not even knowing what to do. He hadn't ever expected the first person to cry in front of him to be the prideful Tobirama. Should he comfort him? Or should he just leave? The Senju was pretty drunk after all, maybe all he needed was for Izuna to leave. He could do that.
Izuna was just beginning to walk to the door when Tobirama spoke in a low voice.
"I hate you."
Izuna froze, blinking owlishly as he shifted his gaze back to the other man, who was glowering at him. "I, uh, hate you too?"
That, apparently, wasn't the right thing to say. With a deadly growl, Tobirama launched himself toward the unsuspecting Uchiha and pinned him against the door.
Izuna gasped at the harsh impact and gulped when he realized how close the other's body was to his. He slowly raised his head so he would be able to see Tobirama's furious face and scowled hatefully, trying to rip his wrists out of the Senju's grasp. "The fuck is wrong with you?!"
"What wrong with me?! You!" Tobirama shouted at Izuna's face, the smell of alcohol filling his nostrils. "You have always been my problem, Uchiha!"
Izuna gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to just knee the Senju in his balls and run away, but deciding not to do so, since it was obviously a sissy move. "I don't understand what the fuck you're talking about! Let me go, Senju!" Alcohol was obviously not Tobirama's best friend.
Tobirama opened his mouth and stopped, frowning thoughtfully in a way that Izuna would recognize as his traditional strategy face. When did he started noticing these small things about the Senju, the raven wasn't sure, but he didn't have time to think about it now.
'God, this would probably be much better if I were drunk too,' Izuna sighed and gently banged his head with the door, the urge to fight leaving his system. 'Maybe if I act dead, he'd leave me alone.'
Tobirama sighed too, and Izuna went rigid when he felt the Senju's forehead rest on his shoulder. Nothing else was spoken between them, the only sounds being the loud music from downstairs and the occasional screams and loud voices of teenagers. Distinctively, Izuna could smell Tobirama's minty shampoo.
After what seemed to be years to Izuna, Tobirama finally raised his head and they stared into each other's eyes.
"I hate you," Tobirama whispered, leaning in to the point that his nose brushed with Izuna's.
Izuna gulped soundly, eyes going wide as he noticed the hints of raw lust shine in dark brown eyes. His mouth moved on its own to answer the Senju. "I hate you a lot more."
"I want you dead."
"I want to kill you myself."
"You wouldn't be able to, you're a wuss."
"If I'm wuss, I don't even want to know what that makes you."
"Fucker."
"Asshole."
They paused, trembling lips only inches away. Izuna was internally screaming, wanting to jerk away from this awkward moment and run back to his own home. Maybe even tell Madara about it so he wouldn't have to see Tobirama ever again. But at the same time, he didn't want to. Something was entrancing him, those eyes were hypnotizing. And Izuna would be lying if he'd say he wasn't interested in the warm body suddenly pressing a little too close to his. He wasn't just known as a popular kid. Admittedly, he was kind of whore as well. But still, this wasn't acceptable, even by his own standards. There was a multiple of things wrong here. Tobirama was a Senju, he was his lifetime rival, he was awfully intoxicated, oh, and, he's a man. 'A very sexy man,' Izuna couldn't help but think, specially when he could feel every part of Tobirama's toned body against his own. He was horrified to find out he was finding this incredibly arousing, if his quickly hardening cock was anything to go by.
"Tobirama-"
"Shut up."
Izuna gasped silently when he felt Tobirama's soft lips press delicately against his cheek. The touch was feather light, something he never expected from the Senju, and it sent electric shots, humming inside his whole body. It was rapidly addicting, and the building heat seemed to have exploded throughout his skin when the mouth dragged itself to his own slightly trembling lips.
There was so many questions, so many wrongs. He didn't know why Tobirama was doing this, he didn't know what the Senju was even thinking. But, Izuna couldn't bring himself to care. This situation was too arousing, and he had always had a very strong and insistent libido. Perhaps the reason he found this to be so irresistible could be because this was only the second time he had done this while completely sober, and everything Tobirama did seduced him. Maybe it could be because he had been gay all this time and he finally realized it. Or, possibly, it could be because it was the Senju doing this to him. All these thoughts vanished, though, when Tobirama's lips pressed themselves on his own, and all he could think was one thing.
'Screw it.'
As if on instinct, Izuna growled, responding into their kiss, lips smacking loudly as Tobirama returned the forceful kiss with vigor. The raven tried and failed to rip his wrists from the other's grasp, his fight returning with a vengeance. It was as if their lips were having an all out war, and the Uchiha couldn't help but occasionally lick Tobirama's petal-soft upper lip. He bucked his hips, the only part of his body he could move (with the exception of his head), and gasped into their locked lips when the delicious friction of rubbing their bodies together assaulted him.
Tobirama took advantage of the opened lips and dived his tongue inside the wet hot cavern known as Izuna's mouth, rolling his hips against the raven's, making their prominent arousals brush and press tantalizingly. Izuna couldn't help let out a loud moan, tasting alcohol and a unique flavor that belonged solely to the Senju on the questing slick organ, and Tobirama rewarded the sound by finally letting go of the Uchiha's wrists and placing his hands on the smaller male's hips, using his thumbs to massage exposed skin when the shirt rode up.
Izuna groaned when Tobirama's tongue began to insistently brush and play with his own, drool rolling down his chin. He placed his hands around the Senju's neck, pushing his body closer to the other. In the back of his mind, he knew this was crazy and he knew that this would be the start of something completely insane.
But, again, he couldn't bring himself even to give a shit.
Tobirama moaned, the sound vibrating against their connected lips, and he pulled back. Izuna whimpered when one the Senju's hands came up to grab his ponytail and slam his head against the door behind him, exposing his throat for the albino to ravish, which he did quite thoroughly, by the way. The Uchiha could barely stop his embarrassingly loud moans, biting his bottom lip as Tobirama nipped and sucked harshly on his neck, surely leaving marks. He raised his hands to entangle themselves into white tendrils, and gasped when the Senju practically ripped his tank top off with his free hand. Izuna whined in dismay when he opened his eyes (that he couldn't remember closing) and saw the shredding pieces of blue silk on the floor out of the corner of his eye.
All irritation left, however, when he felt Tobirama's mouth travel lower and roughly suck one of his perked nipples. Izuna shrieked, his nails scratching the Senju's neck as his body writhed, grinding their crotches together pleasurably and making Tobirama moan.
Aggressively, Tobirama let go of the Uchiha's hair, and lowered his hands that went under Izuna's pants and boxers, earning a loud moan as he squeezed the soft cheeks and parted them, pulling him even closer. All the raven could do was pant and moan, the sounds escaping his tightly pressed lips. His groans increased, however, when the Senju let one of his long fingers brush Izuna's puckered hole. The Senju smirked against the raven's nipple, running his thumb over the pink skin, visibly delighted with the way it clenched involuntarily, as if trying to suck the appendage in. Izuna mewled, shaking his head from right to left at the pleasurable jolt it gave his body to have Tobirama touch him so intimately. He never knew he was so sensitive down there, and never would've even guessed that he'd find it arousing. The white-haired male's smirk widened mischievously, the Uchiha feeling the curve of lips against his skin, and slid the hand not massage the raven's tiny hole toward the leaking erection. In one single move, Tobirama wrapped his hand around the slick cock and unceremoniously thrust an unforgiving finger into the tight asshole. The reaction was beautiful, the raven screaming his lungs out with his eyes wide open. The painful burn of the forceful intrusion and insane orgasmic pleasure of being simultaneously pumped by a hot calloused hand combining into one huge burst of electricity throughout his whole being.
Izuna didn't expect for it to feel so unbearably good. He'd never imagine he had a masochistic side, made evident when his dick got rock hard from the simple stinging feeling of Tobirama biting his nipple and the ever so loving roughly thrusting appendage in his ass being immediately joined by two others. It surprised him even more when he found that was close, very close, to just wildly losing it and going over the edge. But, really, should he even be allowed to feel so shocked?
This night was just full of surprises since the beginning, after all.
"Izuna," Tobirama growled with an almost shaking voice, his hands grasping Izuna's hips painfully tight, as his nails dug into the pale unmarred skin. He was quite astonished to find himself already in this position, naked as the day he was born in the Senju's lap and practically begging to be fucked by that thick cock. The raven gulped, grimacing as he was forcefully lowered onto the Senju's red weeping erect cock, his barely prepared ass stretching, ripping, to finally allow the large member inside, the blood and precum being the only lubrication as the stinging sensation left him breathless. Izuna gripped Tobirama's hair harshly, tugging on it hard enough to rip off loose strands, his nails digging into the scalp as the new and addictive burn of being filled caused his whole body to tingle with want. It didn't take long for Tobirama's dick to be completely sheathed, entirely inside Izuna's trembling body as his ass rested against Tobirama's thighs, his slender legs wrapping themselves tightly around the Senju's waist.
"I fucking hate you," Tobirama hissed as he bit the Uchiha's throat hard enough for it to draw blood and for Izuna to cry out, the raven's hands fisting painfully into the Senju's hair.
"I hate you more," Izuna said between pants, tugging the tendrils back roughly so Tobirama had to finally let go of the raven's aching neck and so they could savagely attack each other's mouths, teeth nipping harshly at the lips and tongues fiercely battling for dominance, saliva rolling down sloppily from the corner of their mouths. When they had to let go to breathe, Tobirama went straight for the other side of Izuna's neck, digging and dragging his canines across the soft skin. Izuna gasped, squirming as the stiff cock inside him twitched. He placed his hands flatly on the Senju's shoulders, slowly lifting his lower body away from Tobirama's pelvis, his arms shaking as the thick rod slid against his inner walls so perfectly he screamed, throwing his head back with his mouth wide open, gasping for air, his body shivering from the electrifying pleasure running through his veins. Tobirama growled deeply, using his hands currently bruising the Uchiha's hips to force Izuna to abruptly drop back down. The raven couldn't help but let out a loud moan as he was stuffed so deeply his cock gave a wild jerk against his lower stomach. Izuna could barely remember how to breathe, let alone move, as tears escaped his eyes, and wasn't the least bit surprised when a lewdly groaning Tobirama began to guide his hips into sensual grinding movements on his buried dick.
Izuna chocked on the mewl clawing up his throat, onyx eyes wide and teary as he stared at the ceiling, when Tobirama began to mercilessly raise his lithe body off his painfully hard cock and slammed him back down, their pace quickly increasing in urgency. Tobirama sucked and licked and bit Izuna's rapidly bruising neck to stifle his own moans and slight screams of complete blissful pleasure, unable to believe how tight and perfect the Uchiha felt around him. Izuna dropped his head onto Tobirama's shoulder as his ass was fucked with feral abandon, not being able to do anything but enjoy the sensations and choke on his own air. He had never felt anything like this in his life, not with the women he's been with, and he had a dreadful feeling that this would only be experienced with Tobirama, out of all people. He closed his eyes tightly as new tears of self pity rolled down his already sweat-drenched face. He could feel his own length rub against Tobirama's toned stomach, his arms wound around the Senju's neck, wrapping tighter and tighter when his balls began to draw harshly and his cock started to twitch so hard it almost made Izuna flinch.
"Faster, you fucking son of a bitch," Izuna groaned deeply into Tobirama's ear, his canines carelessly biting the Senju's earlobe, who trembled at the feeling. "Fuck me faster!"
With a deep animalistic growl, one of Tobirama's hands raised from the Uchiha's hip to quickly grip Izuna's silky spiky hair, so he could snap the raven's head back. He got himself more comfortable on the bed cushioning his ass and really began to literally fuck the now screaming Izuna's ass. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed across the room along with their moans. It was absolute music to Tobirama's ears as he finally let go of Izuna's neck. He pulled the Uchiha's head closer to his own, causing them both to pant and groan to each other's faces, their eyes, dark brown and onyx, looking deeply into each other.
It was that simple and erotic gaze, hiding so many emotions, that pushed Izuna over the edge, with Tobirama tumbling after him when the Uchiha's passage tightened around his member.
"Do you want some aspirin?"
"No."
Madara sighed heavily, moving to sit next to his little brother's laying body on the bed covered entirely by thick blankets. The only visible part was his head, to which the older Uchiha appreciated very much, just so he could see his face. He carefully crawled closer, laying down as well on top of the covers beside the smaller raven, facing each other, so he could run his finger through the mess that was his younger sibling's usually well-kept hair. Madara silently stared into Izuna's glazed over onyx eyes, the little Uchiha seeming to be mentally somewhere else.
"Otouto, please. Tell me, what happened?"
Izuna blinked himself back to reality, and gave his worried older brother a small sad smile. "Nothing happened, Aniki. It was just...absolute foolishness."
A/N: Sooo~! This is how the romance between Izuna and Tobirama started! Of course, not exactly the best way but...it's something, right? Now, I'm aware this barely had any input about how Tobirama felt or what he was thinking, but fret not! That is to come in part 2, in which the infamous battle to the death happens~! I just wanted this to be completely in Izuna's view, so you can understand his position in all of this first. Then you will somewhat understand Tobirama (he's a really difficult character to understand so I won't guarantee you will entirely). I'm sorry the lemon was cut off, I just wasn't entirely into it, you know? That, and I was writing this in a family gathering, so...
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