Tobirama thought he had fell unconscious in the middle of the battle, but everything was so realistic and at the same time so out of place he also thought he was having severe delutions.
Yes, he must have hit his head to something like a rock or his brother's Mokouton again.
He pinched his arm, hissed at the pain and blinked, it was worthless, because Uchiha Izuna was still standing in front of him.
fucking. death man. Uchiha Izuna.
The fight was apparently over because everyone on the battlefield were gone, which wasn't weird at all, normally the leaders of the Uchiha and Senju clan were the last ones to remain standing, but there wasn't any sight of Hashirama or Izuna's brother anyway, so the question was: why was he and Izuna there still? It made absolutely no sense.
Tobirama blinked twice, then again, again, and once again since his sight was clearly playing jokes on him. The Uchiha heir was carrying ninja equipment on his belt, and the sheath of his sword was resting at one the sides of his hips. His usual ponytail was adjusted just a little up in his head and a bandage with the Uchiha clan fan was covering his forehead. Somehow, Tobirama didn't manage to think this last detail was out of fucking place, but how could he concentrate on such when there was this other thing to look up to; this little pretty insignificant and irrelevant detail that was that Izuna was all naked.
He wiped the blood off his nose just to feel another thread already coming.
Tobirama took a good look of that body in front of him with the only purpose to confirm its state. Once he was satisfied with his brilliant analysis his brain stopped working.
Yep, very naked he thought, from head to...well, you could say toes but it was difficult to ignore those long leather sandals he was wearing, didn't captured all of his attention of course.
But it was a fact, that was Uchiha Izuna in front of him, with his sword at his side, guard position and all...bare, naked.
and by the Sage's sake wasn't he death!?
However, he got no time to analize the situation furthermore 'cause suddenly the Uchiha started walking forward at a slow pace. Tobirama nearly fell on his ass at such movement, but was unable to respond as usual, as if something forced him to stand there waiting for Izuna to get closer and shit that's gotta be the most gorgeous walk he'd ever seen in his entire life. The vision of those stylized long legs, thin and well trained body and the silky black hair swinging in the air made him seem ethereal, everything armonizing perfectly with his cherubic face and full lips.
It was too freakin' much.
Soon he realized it wasn't some weird strenght that forced him to stay still, Tobirama was just unable to take his eyes off him.
At the time when Izuna reached his side the Senju felt a very intimate part of his body scream i'm awake!
Izuna looked at him in awe, untying his bandage and throwing it violently to the ground. Rude. Was he dissing his clan? By gods. Tobirama let him aproach to see what he was going to do next and Izuna didn't dissapoint him as he proceeded to disarm every part of Tobirama's armor, the albino too shocked to interrupt his actions. But when those slender fingers dare to caress with soft ease the markings on his face and he got even closer to start rubbing his face against his fur collar he knew.
That was it.
The albino lose every sign of autocontrol.
His dick was as hard as the rock beneath them, where, lying on his back Tobirama was caressing Izuna's trembling body. This reaction just making his boner harder. He had to admit the man was very attractive, his graphite eyes piercing his soul like pure fire, may the battlefield or the fight itself be damned, if they were really about to have intercourse in here, then good. His hands were about to trace his muscles and Tobirama was willing to let himself be held onto those arms when suddenly a violent chakra skimmed across the air, returning back his senses and part of his reasoning.
Wait a minute. Could this all be...?
Everything started to crack and disort as if that space was made of glass. Izuna, who was still on his lap, extended his hand to touch his face and that was when Tobirama, in the middle of the beautiful view started to see a bright red armor aproaching him from the other side of the field.
Wasn't that Madara?
Oh yes, it was Madara.
He dodged the first impact but wasn't lucky enough to do so with the second one, and the third or the fourth. By the time when the space broke and he manage to escape the ilusion, Madara was ragging violently against him, screaming furiously; Tobirama never imagined a person could curse that much in such a short period of time.
The next thing he saw was Hashirama, whose arms were trying to contain the beast Madara was becoming. He was too weak to summon Mokouton but maybe even that wouldn't have worked.
–LET GO OF ME SENJU HASHIRAMA! THIS TIME, THIS TIME I WILL TEAR HIS SKIN OFF AND MAKE A SWEATER WITH IT!
Tobirama was watching the scene completely blown away by the termn skin, since skin wasn't something he wanted in his thoughts right now.
–CALM DOWN MADARA!
–NO! –The Uchiha tried to use his sharingan but as in Hashirama's case it proved to be worthless. No chakra was left in any of them. Madara fell on his face to the dirt, Hashirama barely tying his feet with some seeds.
–You want to avenge your brother by killing Tobirama? Is that so?!
–YES! AND I WILL AVENGE IZUNA'S VIRTUE TOO, YOU DAMN ALBINO RAT!
Fortunately Hashirama was too busy with the Uchiha to pay attention to the last line, or to his brother's state. Tobirama had a deep shade of red covering his face and ears, mouth wide open, looking like a fool sitting on the ground; not giving a damn thing about anything that was happening except that Uchiha Madara got him in his genjutsu...and saw everything on it.
He wanted to give him a try and get killed right there.
–Enough Madara! Tobirama was under the power of your genjutsu for so long...! I-I think you manage to drive him crazy! Look at him!
–HE BETTER BE HUNDRED TIMES DEATH THAN JUST CRAZY! I'LL MAKE SURE ABOUT THAT!
–Madara this is a clan war! –Madara kicked his old friend's face at every word of that sentence–, everyone loses precious people! My brothers, your brothers were killed! Izuna is gone, and I'm so sorry about it but I know we can...!
–HE IS NOT DEAD YOU FLOWER HEAD! NOW STOP YOUR NONSENSE AND BABLING C...!
–What did you say?! –Tobirama was surprised it was his voice that rose above the other's. The Uchiha clanhead put such a face it made the albino's body shake, in normal circumstances he would held his gaze no matter what, but now because of the traumatic experience of having Madara Uchiha urging in his most precious-wicked-deepest thoughts he decided to avoid eye contact.
For the sake of both.
–Izuna's still alive?! –It was Hashirama who broke the silence– Madara that's some good news...! But, wait a minute, why did you lie then?
The Uchiha stopped fighting the growing seeds, but never stopped eyeing Tobirama intensely. –Because I don't want any Senju rat to get close to him, and I refuse letting him intercede in this battle anymore!
Hashirama looked at his friend as if he was the last piece of an infinite puzzle. Then, he turned to Tobirama and his eyes glowered like a wishful child. The albino's whole body turned a deeper shade of red if that was even possible.
Madara was caught in surprise and disbelief when his feet got elevated a few meters in the air, not by any of the giant plants of Hashirama, but by Hashirama himself. – MADARA LET'S DO PEACE RIGHT NOW!
–NO! –To his surprise both his old friend and his brother rose their voices at his proposition.
–WHY? Don't you see? This is the greatest thing ever! We can finally reach our dream!
–Well, I refu...
–But my dear friend...!
–You'll need more than that to convince me.
–I'll heal your brother completely that's one thing for sure! But you have to let me.
There was a brief moment of silence, Hashirama knew how to play the cards. –I-I...
–Remember the view at the cliff? You'll be able to look after him whenever you like it! Let's end this nonsense battle Madara! What do you think?
A village. With all of them. Together.
Tobirama almost fell again on the ground. His eyes coming out of his watersheds.
He screamed and then looked -wrongly- at Madara. He was standing there, with half of his body darkened by some evil shadow even though the day was all sunny and bright. He could see Madara's dubitative furrow, and his trembling lips trying to make a coherent sentence. Multiple members of the Senju and the Uchiha were getting close to their side, expectants to the upcoming decision of their clanheads.
A long minute of silence extended on the battlefield, but everyone knew, the principal weakness of Uchiha Madara was the well being of his little brother.
That was the moment Tobirama realised he was fucked, and it was confirmed by the sadistic smile on the Uchiha's face.
–All right Hashirama, you'll have your peace.
And while the oldest Senju cheered in victory, Tobirama's mind was being invaded by the images of Izuna on the top of his lap. Madara was gonna use this on his benefit for sure, even if he didn't like the situation at all, he could see the mischevious glare in his face.
He wanted the earth to swallow him right in his place. Or failing that, to get caught in genjutsu again.