The air in the office became thick and heavy, as if it could be cut with a knife. Every time Madara's lips touched Tobirama's skin, the stripes on his body—the ones that were traces of his own rebellious chakra—flashed brighter. It wasn't just a reaction. It was a symbiosis, vicious and perfect. It seemed that Senju's very energy, restrained for years and guided by logic, was now rushing towards this destructive force, begging for a touch.
Tobirama, trying to muffle the treacherous sounds that were about to escape from his lips, bit down hard on the phalanx of his own finger. The pain was sharp and clear, an island of control in a sea of chaos. In the dimness of the room, in time with his stifled breathing, the ring on his thumb glinted with dull, dark gold. It wasn't just an ornament. At that moment, it became a symbol of both his power, which he voluntarily resigned, and the role reversal that was taking place right now.
Madara's gaze, burning with a scarlet Sharingan, slowly, with unbearable intent, slid down his torso. He studied every inch of bare, glowing skin, every curve of muscle, every throbbing vein. And his actions were just as relentless.
He walked down Tobirama's body slowly, like a conqueror exploring every inch of a new territory. His lips and tongue burned a complex pattern into the skin, and his hands—strong, rough ones—chained Tobirama's hips to the chair, leaving no chance for retreat.
And when Tobirama's breath finally caught, and his body began to shake with spasms of pleasure bordering on pain, he found the strength to make a sound. His voice was hoarse, strangled, but there was a venomous, triumphant grin in it.:
"Did you like it?"
This question was not a confirmation request. It was a rhetorical blow. A mockery of himself, of his fall, of how low he had sunk and how sweet that fall was. It was a challenge to both of them, to the one who had made him experience it, and to the one who he had been up to that moment.
AU
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