"Hahh... Hahh... Hahh..."
I closed my eyes, saw my breath come out in hot puffs. I liked sleeping with the window open in the winter, making the temperature of my room spiral downwards until I had to fuck myself to keep warm. Despite the cold creeping into my room, my pearly white skin was slick with sweat and steaming.
And I loved it.
I had been working myself for an hour, taking myself through highs and lows, to ecstasy and pure desperation. I was thirty-three, meaning I could no longer come within seconds as I could when I was younger. So I liked to drag it on and on and on, for an hour, minimum, to get that sweet relief of an orgasm lasting second after second.
I licked my hand, felt the salty taste sting the tip of my tongue, grabbed onto myself one more, leaned my head back and beat. I furrowed my brows, still not looking, my duvet cast to the side, my naked body splayed on the vast mattress of my double bed.
"Guhhh", grunted, feeling myself coming close, my hips convulsing.
And.
It.
Hit.
Me.
It was as if I'd teleported into a brick wall.
A presence appearing just beside me.
I sat up even before my brain had time to register what was happening, kunai in hand, not even bothered by my nakedness.
And there he sat.
"Madara..."
He smirked.
He was sitting on my windowsill, one leg up, his elbow leaning against his knee, his long hair cascading down his body.
He was stunning in the moonlight.
"Fuck me..." I murmured.
He jumped down.
"With pleasure", he said.
I sighed. "What are you doing here, Madara?"
He looked at me. He looked at me for a long time, his face stern. "I'm attacking Konoha."
Whatever I had expected, it wasn't this.
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not. We will stop you."
"You have no idea about my calibre-"
"Oh, yes, I do!" I interrupted him, suddenly feeling a surge of anger. He's cocky... "Yet, you have no comprehension, none at all, about mine. Now, why will you attack Konoha?"
"Because you stand in my way."
"To obtain world domination?"
"Do you dislike me?"
I was taken aback. What? "Oh, my God, no. Not at all. Why?"
He looked away, his cockiness receding. "There's this... Coldness about you." I just looked at him. "There's this coldness about you that wasn't there when we..."
"Loved each other", I whispered, which caused Madara to look up at me with a sad smile.
"You treat me like you treat everyone else. And I don't like that."
"You are like everyone else to me now..."
Even as I said it, I knew it wasn't true. That place in my heart that belonged to Madara didn't hurt anymore, but it was still his place. Would always be his place.
"Is that true?" he asked, his voice cracking.
I looked away. "No..."
I didn't elaborate, and Madara didn't ask.
"When I captured you..." Madara begun. "When I captured you in that genjutsu before I left... Do you remember?"
I did. The flower field, where we were holding hands. The shore where I had comforted him. The steamy bedroom, saying each other's names...
"It't my Mangekyo Sharingan ability. I can trap an enemy in a genjutsu, and it will display three scenarios from the future. They are not exact, but they represent what will happen in a comprehensible way and the surroundings where they will take place match slightly. Two of them have already happened..."
"When I woke up from the genjutu and you took my hand in the glade of Izuna's grave... And the lake in the desert where we made love."
Madara just looked at me when I spoke.
"The third one..." he whispered, looking around the room.
It matches...
"Madara..."
He took two steps to my bed, climbed onto it, crawled to me, put his hands on my naked thighs..
And connected our lips.
"Mmmm", I grunted.
And my body immediately responded.
I put my fingertips to Madara's cheeks, carefully caressing. I felt him crumble his face up, yearning for more, and I put my entire hand along his jawline, pulled his face closer, deepened the kiss. I put my other arm around his waist, pulled him into my lap where he happily sat. He dug his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back in a way that wasn't like his submissive self, and it was delicious.
"I'm attacking tomorrow at dawn." He poured the words into my mouth. I drank them.
"You want me to fuck you or not?"
"Want."
"Then shut up."
And I connected our lips once more.
That was the beginning of a foreplay that lasted for hour after hour. He wanted to throw all his clothes off, but I stopped him, undressed him agonisingly slowly, one fold of fabric at a time, until he lay bare beneath me. Then I started walking around him on my bed as he lay splayed for me, touching his thighs, planting kisses on his neck. He was a mewling, moaning mess after I'd worked him like that for half an hour. My own erection was bulging, responding in a way to this man it hadn't in years. And I had been close to my climax when Madara found me, so I felt desperate. But I kept my cool, aided by the cold wind coming in through my window. The temperature in the room, though... It was becoming heated, sticky, clammy, filled with evaporated steam from our bodies.
I stood on the side of the bed, played with Madara's hair. He looked up at me, yes adoring.
"Suck me", I whispered.
I didn't need to ask twice. He came to me, opened his mouth, took me in immediately. I bit my lip, cast my head back.
"No, look at me", he pleaded. "I want you to see me work you."
I looked down at him, caressing his face. He was skilled. Like, madly skilled.
"I don't even want to know where you've learned that..." I murmured huskily.
He cam off, a trail of saliva or cum or both connecting us still. "I've fucked many men since you left", he said, and I was taken aback by his crude answer. Madara smirked. "You're not jealous, are you?"
"Of course I am", I said, bending down, blowing hot air on his cheek so he flinched a little. "You're mine", I continued dangerously. "Even when I don't want you, you're still mine!" I harshly shouted that last word.
"I was always your's", he whispered, looked at me shyly, not letting himself be scared by my dangerous demeanour but truusting me completely, feeling completely safe. It touched me. You are safe. You are forever safe with me.
He leaned his head forwards once more, indicating he wanted to suck me once more, and I straightened up so he could reach me.
"Ahhh, good boy", I praised as I felt his hot mouth around me.
And we kept working, hour after hour, until we saw the first glimmers of sunlight. Madara then jumped up into my lap.
"We're short of time."
"So you want me to fuck you, then battle me?"
"No, Tobirama", he said, his lips forming a smile so soft it melted my heart. " I don't want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me."
I understood.
I held him close as he sat down on my tip, and I leaned my head back and grunted when I felt that familiar sensation I hadn't felt in so many years. When he started moving, I buried my head on his chest, felt our sweat mix together, breathed in his oily smell.
"God, you're beautiful, Madara..." I murmured.
"Hahh... Toby!" he wailed.
"Madara..." I murmured.
And I noticed he was crying.
"Why are you crying?"
He never stopped moving.
"I thought you'd stopped. I thought you'd stopped loving me!"
I bent my head up, asking for a kiss, and he gave it to me, his hips still jumping me, moaning above me.
"Whatever would've happened..." I planted a feather kiss on his lips. Madara moaned when I hit a particularly pleasant spot inside him. "It was always only you."
We came together shortly after that, massively but tenderly, our backs arching, clinging to each other with all our might as the last scenario of Madara's genjutsu established itself into our hearts, into our souls, and into our lives before our final battle.