Woohoo, Chapter 3! I hope you enjoy!
Warning: This chapter does contain suggestive content.
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me.
Chapter 3: A Sticky Situation
A sigh escaped Tobirama's lips as he walked the lamp-lightened streets of Konoha. Nighttime has arrived, and Tobirama decided to comply with Hashirama's request to go home to Mito after a long day at work. He truly didn't want to. The thought of sleeping in the same bed with someone else's wife made him feel uncomfortable. It just felt…wrong, despite being in Hashirama's body.
Feeling around for the house keys in his right pocket, Tobirama reluctantly took the last few steps toward the front door. He tried to convince himself that things wouldn't be that bad. Maybe he can manage for them to sleep on their respective sides of the bed without Mito objecting. Or maybe he can pretend to fall asleep on the couch to avoid the bed completely. Tobirama recollected himself, preparing to put on an act to ensure he successfully mimics Hashirama's mannerisms and speech intonations.
He slid the key into the keyhole and unlocked the front door. Upon entering, he saw Mito sitting at the dining room table, reading a book. The sound of the door caused Mito to look up from the pages and meet Tobirama's gaze. Her eyes initially widened, followed by the gradual curving of her lips into a smile.
"Hashi?"
"I'm home," Tobirama said, forcing an enthusiastic tone.
Mito softly squealed and stood up in excitement. She trotted towards Tobirama and wrapped her arms around his neck into a big hug.
"I've missed you!" Mito exclaimed as she leaned in for a kiss. To her surprise, her kiss met Tobirama's cheek instead as he managed to tilt his head just in time to avoid a direct kiss.
Mito quirked an eyebrow and slowly slid her hands from around Tobirama's neck and down to his chest.
"…How was your day?" Mito asked softly.
"It was… good. Long," Tobirama responded as he gently grabbed Mito's hands and lifted them off his chest. "I'm going to go shower now… darling." With that, Tobirama began to walk off, allowing Mito's hands to slowly slide out of his grasp.
"Darling?" Mito questioned in her head as she turned to watch her husband walk towards their shared bathroom. He usually doesn't call her that.
Tobirama quickly entered their bathroom and shut the door, letting out a sigh of relief. He tried to encourage himself to make it through the night. All he had to do was shower and go straight to sleep, not leaving any room for small talk or physical contact. Tobirama proceeded to freshen up in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and showering to wash a day long's worth of work away. He could feel his tense muscles slowly relax as the hot water graced his body.
After exiting the shower, he brushed his long, brown hair, unsure of how Hashirama could walk around living with this every day. It's just too much hair. He definitely missed his short, shaggy hair: low maintenance, and much more convenient. Tobirama put on some loungewear and exited the bathroom into the hallway, advancing cautiously to avoid drawing attention towards himself. He looked around to see that Mito was nowhere to be found.
"Mito?"
No response.
Tobirama sighed and made his way to their shared bedroom. "Maybe she stepped out?" he thought. He collapsed onto the large mattress, with his back against the soft sheets and his gaze facing upwards towards the ceiling. He was exhausted. Soon, Tobirama could feel the sleepiness threaten to take over. His eyelids felt heavy, and he slowly began to succumb to the inevitable slumber. However, that was until he could hear soft footsteps approaching the bedroom. A wave of disappointment hit him. Of course, it was too good to be true.
"Hashi…?"
With his body remaining on the bed, Tobirama slowly lifted his head and looked forward. He saw Mito, who was standing at the bedroom entrance with one hand resting against the door frame and the other entwined within her long, red locks, which fell graciously down the side of her body. Her cheeks were reddened, and her pink lips were slightly parted. Mito stared at Tobirama with sultry eyes while she slowly ran her fingers through her hair. Tobirama slowly scanned Mito, taking in her sight. She wore a lacy green bra with matching panties that gracefully adorned her curvy had to admit, she was very beautiful.
Mito could notice her husband gazing at her, which prompted her to seductively run her hand over her bra, down her waist, and around her hip.
"Do you like what you see?" Mito inquired.
Tobirama laid his head back down on the bed and closed his eyes. This was probably the worst-case scenario he thought of before coming home. He cursed. "Why do I have to go through this?" Tobirama thought.
He could hear Mito slowly walking towards the edge of the bed.
"Do you?" she asked again.
"Mito, I—"
"I know you do," Mito interrupted as she slid her fingers into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. Once wet, she removed her fingers from her mouth and slowly brushed them along Tobirama's bare toes.
"You've got to be kidding…" Tobirama thought.
Mito slowly got down on her knees and grabbed Tobirama's right foot. She gently tucked some of her hair behind her left ear, brought his toes to her mouth, and began to slowly lick his digits. Tobirama fought every urge to accidentally kick Mito. He didn't like this; he didn't like this at all. He especially didn't like going through this and learning about his older brother's… kinks. However, Tobirama's pride was too strong, and he wasn't going to let this derail him. If he had to get through a toe-sucking session to satisfy Mito before going to bed, then so be it.
Thus, Tobirama bared it as Mito continued to tease his toes with her tongue. She then stuck his toes into her mouth and began to suck, letting out soft moans. Tobirama clenched his jaw.
"Somebody, please kill me," Tobirama thought. His agony ended quicker than he expected, as he felt Mito release his toes from her mouth.
Mito slowly began to crawl onto the bed and hover over her husband's body. A wave of confusion hit her as she made her way up. Usually, her husband is noticeably aroused by now, but he didn't appear to be. Maybe he really has been stressed. She figured she could help relieve some tension.
Tobirama opened his eyes to meet Mito's lustful gaze. Her red hair fell down the side of her face and onto the bed, creating a curtain around Tobirama's head.
"Like I said Hashi… I've really missed you," Mito said as she slowly ran her hand up Tobirama's chest. "And I'm sure you and Woody missed me too," she added as she leaned her body back while caressing down Tobirama's stomach, meeting the band of his pants.
"Woody? Don't tell me that's the name of his…" Tobirama cursed. He could've gone his whole life without knowing that. "I hate my life."
Tobirama noticed Mito was going to take things further. He could tell Mito had been longing for her husband's touch. He felt guilty but wasn't one to act against his morals. In an attempt to stop things from progressing further, Tobirama began to sit up. "Mito, I'm actually pretty tired, it's been a long—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Mito pressed her hand against Tobirama's chest, pushing him back onto the bed. She leaned down towards Tobirama, brushing her parted lips against his ear.
"Don't worry Big Papa, I'll do all the work," Mito whispered as she ran her hand over his crotch and rubbed against it. Tobirama's breath hitched at the sudden jolt of pleasure that radiated through his body. He quickly sat up and grabbed Mito's wrist, catching her by surprise.
"A-actually, I just remembered I forgot to do something at work. I need to go back to the office."
Mito softly groaned in protest while she slowly slipped a bra strap off her shoulder. Tobirama watched as it slid down the side of her arm.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Mito asked in a husky tone. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes, and she carefully traced the jawline and lips of her husband with her gaze.
Avoiding eye contact, Tobirama gently grabbed Mito's bra strap and readjusted it back onto her shoulder. "It can't. I need to send out an important message tonight so that it will arrive at its destination by tomorrow morning," he lied, refusing to yield to Mito's charm.
Mito pouted, displeased at her husband's excuse to leave.
Tobirama took the opportunity to direct Mito off him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up before walking towards the door.
"If you don't love me anymore, just say that…" Mito said softly, her voice tinged with sadness.
Tobirama quickly turned around to see Mito sitting on the bed with her head tilted downwards. Her red hair covered most of her face, but Tobirama could see it just enough to know her facial expression was filled with sorrow.
"N-no! Mito, I do lo—" Tobirama struggled to finish the word. He wasn't used to saying that phrase to anyone. "I do… love you," he managed to finally say.
Unconvinced, Mito slowly looked up. She could sense the hesitation in his voice and could feel a wave of distress take over her body. "Are you having an affair? Is that what's happening?"
In his defense, Tobirama quickly waved his hands out in front of him. "N-no, not at all! It's just been a very busy week at the office and there have been a lot of things that need my attention. I'm not having an affair."
Mito slowly stood up from the bed and looked Tobirama in his eyes. "Will one night hurt? I'm wearing your favorite lingerie. I used the shampoo and conditioner you like and I'm even wearing the perfume you love on me. Didn't you notice?"
"Shit," Tobirama thought. Of course, he didn't. He wasn't Hashirama after all. "I-I did! Sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind. I just… tonight I just need to finish handling this at work."
"But can't you just stay? Let it wait… or make someone else do it for you like you always do when I ask?"
"I need to do this myself."
"Then… one hour? Can you just stay with me for one more hour before you leave…? Hashi, I miss you… I need you…" Mito bargained as she took a step towards her husband. This caused Tobirama to take a step back in response.
"…I can't…," Tobirama said, his voice unwavering.
Mito was overcome by a sudden surge of dejection that washed over her. In this moment, she didn't feel loved, and her suspicions only grew bigger. Her face slowly shifted from an expression full of sadness to confusion, then finally to anger.
"…Then get out."
"Mito—"
"Get out!" Mito yelled as she grabbed the covers from their shared bed and covered her exposed body out of embarrassment.
"I'll see you l—"
"Get out, Hashirama!"
With that, Tobirama quickly scurried out of the room and to the front door. He slipped his shoes on and exited the house, closing the door behind him. Leaning his back against the door from outside, Tobirama let out a sigh. He hated that he had to do Mito like that, but he couldn't spend another minute in there. Soon enough, the sound of soft whimpers reached Tobirama's ears. Tobirama lightly hit his head against the door and cursed. Making Mito cry was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Hashirama's going to get on me for this," Tobirama mourned in his head.
He pushed himself off the door and started walking down the familiar streets of Konoha. The sound of crickets pierced through the air, and the moonlight graced the village, creating a soft ambiance. Tobirama was soon at the front doors of the Hokage tower. He was surprised to see a light emitting from the windows of the Hokage's office up above. As he walked through the hallways of the tower, he arrived at the office only to see Hashirama shuffling through paperwork at his desk.
"Brother? What are you doing here?" Tobirama asked as he walked in.
Hashirama looked up at the familiar voice and cracked a smile, "Tobirama! I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd just come here and get things done," he said while he directed his attention back to the work in front of him, "you know, you're right. I really have let a lot of work pile up."
Tobirama rolled his eyes and made his way toward the desk.
Hashirama added, "Plus, I was getting a bit lonely while staying at your place. You really should try and find a companion, Tobirama, it will be good for you. A girlfriend! Or a pet to start; maybe a cat."
"I'm fine without one right now," Tobirama protested. He walked over to the empty chair on the side of the desk and collapsed. With his elbows leaning against the surface of the desk, he buried his face into his hands and sighed. "I have got to figure out a way to undo this God-forsaken jutsu," he mumbled.
Hashirama chuckled. "You'll figure it out. I believe in you." Though he does wish Tobirama would figure it out sooner.
Tobirama hummed in response.
Turning his gaze towards Tobirama, Hashirama added, "Oh, why are you here? Why aren't you at home with Mito?"
Tobirama softly groaned into his hands. "Because if I spent another minute there, she would've forced your dick out of my pants."
Hashirama's eyes widened. "Wait, did you guys—"
"No, I did not have sex with your wife, Hashirama."
Hashirama sighed in relief.
With initial hesitation, Tobirama then added, "Oh, and because of that, I might've made Mito… angry… and she might've cried… so you'll have to deal with that when we switch back."
Hashirama was immediately overtaken by his habitual depressed demeanor. Mito is scary when she's angry. He wasn't looking forward to trying to make amends, but he didn't want to leave her in the dark any longer. Hashirama quickly stood up and attempted to walk out, but he was stopped by a tight grip around his wrist.
"Where are you going?" Tobirama asked.
"To go save my marriage. Let go, please," Hashirama answered while trying to free himself from his younger brother's grasp.
"No, you can't do that."
A look of stunned disarray crossed Hashirama's face. "I can't save my marriage?"
"No, well, you can. Just, not now. Not until we switch back."
"Tobirama, your pride is not worth more than my marriage," Hashirama said as he tried to retract his arm out of Tobirama's forceful grip.
"No, please. I'll figure it out tonight."
Hashirama turned to look at Tobirama and noted the expression on his face. Tobirama wasn't one to plead often, but Hashirama could tell he was desperate by the way his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bottom lip slightly pushed out.
"…Tonight?" Hashirama asked.
"Tonight," Tobirama repeated.
"Tonight," Hashirama demanded.
"Tonight," Tobirama agreed as he nodded his head.
Hashirama sighed and sat back in his chair. He leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. His head snapped back up at the sound of Tobirama's footsteps growing distant.
"Wait, where are you going?" Hashirama asked.
"To my office to work on undoing this jutsu," Tobirama responded as he continued to walk toward the exit.
Hashirama then called out, "W-wait! Tobi!"
Tobirama paused and turned around, fixing the annoyed expression on his face. Given that his older brother agreed to keep covering for him, he felt he should show Hashirama some mercy. "What is it, brother?"
"Earlier today, you said you didn't want to have sex with my wife, what did you mean by that?"
"What?" Tobirama asked, sounding both exhausted and puzzled.
"What's wrong with Mito? She's strong, intelligent, graceful, and beautiful."
"Nothing's wrong with her. She's a great woman."
"Then why wouldn't you want her?"
Tobirama rubbed his temples with his fingers, feeling a headache start to come on. What was wrong with him? "Hashirama, can you please spare me the nonsense tonight."
"I just want to know!"
"Do you want me to want your wife like that?"
Hashirama flinched, "Of course not!"
Tobirama rolled his eyes, "I'm not interested in relations with other men's women. I frown upon infidelity, and I especially respect you enough to not get involved in your relationship."
Hashirama's gaze softened with a tender, affectionate glimmer, reflecting his delight at the words that touched him. "Tobi… you're a good man. I knew I raised you right."
Tobirama rolled his eyes once again and continued to make his way towards the exit. Before he took a step out the door, he stopped and turned around. "Oh, and brother… toe sucking? 'Big Papa' 'Woody?' Really?"
Hashirama's face instantly grew hot. His cheeks flushed with color, and his thoughts became muddled. He began to stutter, embarrassed that Tobirama learned about him and Mito's exclusive bedroom affairs. He couldn't find the words to defend himself and instead resorted to dropping his head down to his desk in embarrassment.
Tobirama shook his head before walking out of his office. In all honesty, he didn't care what his brother, or people in general, had going on in the bedroom. He wasn't one to judge and believed everyone had their right to their kinks, fantasies, and nicknames as long as Tobirama was never involved… ever… again.
He made his way to his private room and locked himself in, spending the rest of the night figuring out how to reverse his blunder.
Oh, and by the way, Tobirama never really did figure out how to undo the jutsu that night.
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