Work Text:
Tobirama sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time in a minute, looking over the papers in his hands but not really registering what was written on them. His mind was otherwise occupied, in a way that he didn’t truly want to think about.
“Wow, Hokage-sama , that almost sounds like you’re worried.”
Looking up, Tobirama catches the glimpse of an ANBU mask being put away before he relaxes as Izuna’s face is revealed. The man slumping down with his hip against Tobirama’s desk, running a hand through his long black hair before he’s looking into Tobirama's eyes.
“What’s going on, Tobi?”
Sighing once more, Tobirama pushes a piece of paper towards Izuna, looking away as the man reads over the missive that had been delivered not too long ago. He didn’t think he’d be able to look at it any more lest he burn it to a crisp.
He knows the moment Izuna gets to the end of it when he hears a sharp intake of breath, not unlike the one he let out once he realized what this meant.
“They can’t do this.”
Tobirama sighs again, he’s been doing that a lot lately, “Apparently they can, because Hashirama was wounded in the war and all of his descendants are either too young or already married.”
He doesn’t show just how much this is affecting him, that he’ll need to partake in this event to let himself be caught so he can be a bride for someone. So that the Senju line doesn’t die out or something else that’s just as absurd.
“I honestly don’t know what to do now.”
Looking at Izuna, at the captain of his ANBU corp, and the person he had to admit to being the closest to next to his own big brother. There were so many things he wanted to do, but the largest part of his mind was telling him that Konoha was his home. That everything he had helped build was here, even his relationship - or whatever it was - with Izuna was here and nowhere else.
“I don’t want this, but I also don’t want them to force me, Izuna. The numbers of the Senju clan are at an all time low and if I can help it, shouldn’t I do so?”
Izuna’s face pinches, sighing as he puts down the missive which calls for a marriage hunt where the winner gets to take Senju Tobirama as their bride. Kind of backwards, as he was a Kage in his own right, and with Hashirama as injured as he was the substitute clan head. Technically no one could force him to do anything, but in the end, Tobirama was a family man and would do anything for those he loved. Even if that meant giving up his own happiness.
“I don’t know either, Tobi… What did Hashirama have to say about it? Or Nii-sama, for that matter?”
Wincing, Tobirama looks away, “They don’t know, the council doesn’t want to bother them as they recover.”
Narrowing his eyes, Izuna takes a step closer, “Bullshit, they know you wouldn’t say no. Whereas they would definitely oppose it, unless you agree to it and tell them you did so there is nothing to oppose in the first place.”
That had been what Tobirama had been thinking about doing, to just get it over with. He wasn’t getting any younger, and the person he would have liked to grow old with had chosen the one branch as a shinobi that generally didn’t allow for a long life. He couldn’t ask that of Izuna either, not when the man had been adamant of keeping whatever it was they had behind closed doors.
Feeling the warmth of Izuna’s body close to his, Tobirama looks away, not wanting to see the look in Isuna’s eyes at the notion that he had in a way accepted his faith. That he would go through with this and hope for the best.
Flinching as Izuna’s body head disappeared before the door to his office slammed shut. Sinking back into his chair, Tobirama gripped his hair tightly as he realized he was truly going to do this. He was going to let some random man catch him and claim him in a way only Izuna had before.
The announcement of what was about to happen had gotten more than a few people protesting the notion. Most notably were Mito, Hashirama and Madara, closely followed by a large number of the Uchiha clan. Given where they came from, Tobirama was touched that they would raise their voice for him.
Assuring them all that he would be fine, that he had agreed to this, he knew especially his family was able to look right through his fake smile. He didn’t want this, didn’t want to be here at all. But he had a duty to his family, and would follow through because of that.
The council was smiling sickly sweet in his direction, nodding to give the signal that he could start running. The others would be allowed to follow soon after so he had to be quick and get either far away or make sure that he had a good hiding spot. Several candidates from other villages had shown up, whom he hopêd wouldn’t win this, traditionally one would move with the victor. If they were from another village, Konoha would be in need of a new Hokage and be left vulnerable as they chose someone.
Making use of the skills he had honed for so long, Tobirama managed to get to the top of a couple of trees to get a good vantage point. Keeping a hold of his chakra so only a terrific sensor would manage to get a hold of him. Licking his lips, he figured he would stay here and wait, hoping that whoever found him was someone he could at least live with amicably.
The first movement below was of several deer wandering by, he tried not to give it too much attention. None of them looked like the Nara ones, so didn’t belong to the few of that clan that had been participating. He kept still anyway, for if it was a diversion, or if they had been spooked by someone else making their way towards him. Much too fast, if what he had been told it would take several hours before the hunters were allowed to look for their prey.
Then again, the elders did neem particularly keen on him doing this. Almost too keen in fact, allowing for other villages to get wind of this and make their way here on time. Aniki alone would be devastated if Tobirama had to leave Konoha like this.
Shaking his head to make sure those thoughts didn’t take over, he surveyed his surroundings with keen eyes. He needed to make sure a Konoha Clan was able to claim him, that all of this rendered whatever plan the elders had made moot so he could continue with his plans for Konoha, hopefully rekindling whatever he had with Izuna.
Talking about his lover made him sigh, he hadn’t seen the man since he told him about the marriage hunt.
He wasn’t able to think about Izuna more after that, movement in the trees telling him that the hunters were on the move. Feeling his body heating up, Tobirama almost felt like coming down with a fever. Not the right time for that, to be honest.
Looking around, biting his lip to see just who had made it here first had him leaving his back unguarded. Only realizing when it was too late and instinct made him turn around as soon as he heard a voice behind him.
“So this is where you were hiding.”
Relaxing at the sound of the voice, Tobirama knew who would be behind him before he was fully turned around. Relaxing even further as Izuna’s features were revealed, the man for once was not in standard ANBU gear, but rather in those indigo flowing robes he liked to wear when not on duty. He didn’t even seem to be winded, not surprising, as Izuna did know where Tobirama liked to hide out if it all became too much for him.
“You found me.”
He knew his tone betrayed he hadn’t expected Izuna to do so, which was reflected on the frown appearing on the Uchiha’s face.
“Of course I would, it took some time getting in. Eventually I told both Aniki and Hashirama and they made sure I had a spot. Maybe a good thing too, as it appears the elders used this as a set-up to get you out of the village.”
Humming as that had been the conclusion Tobirama had found for himself, he let himself lean forward, grinning softly as Izuna caught him and brought him close to his chest. The warmth from that embrace alone made Tobirama happy that it was Izuna who found him. That at least he would be having this.
Looking up as a chuckle sounded from Izuna, “I’m not letting you do after this, you do realize that?”
Blinking, a soft smile stretched over his face, “Good, I don’t want you to either.”
Tobirama must have drifted off, the snippets of conversation he did hear revolved around whatever drugs he had been hit with that would make him unable to move once it started to work. It also made him unable to move at all, if anyone but Konoha nin had found him he could make a guess how that would have ended.
Izuna on the other hand, he heard telling whoever it was that was debating with him that he won, that he found Tobirama first, but would wait until he was lucid again to consummate this marriage.
When he finally did wake up, he was in Izuna’s room, sighing in relief that it hadn’t all been a dream. Shaking his head at the slight headache no doubt from the drugs he had been given.
“Tobi?”
Humming, he sat up as Izuna came out of the bathroom, grinning back as a smile took over his lover’s, or was it husband now, face.
“How are you feeling?”
He hummed again, “Headache, but good otherwise.”
Izuna nodded, taking a few steps closer to run his fingers over Tobirama’s temples in a way that soothed away any headache he had beforehand. His gaze concentrated on the bare chest in front of him, excitement welling up at the notion that this was his. That Izuna would be his, as much as he would be Izuna’s after this.
“Are we… Can we?”
Stopping his ministrations, Izuna takes a step back to smile softly at him, “If you want to…”
Tobirama nods, grabbing a hold of a hand before it gets too far away and pulls Izuna onto the bed with him. Grinning as the towel he had wrapped around his waist was lost in the process. Only dressed in an undershirt, noticing this when he pushed the covers back, Tobirama pulled until Izuna was settled on top of him. Sighing into the weight settling, before warm lips were on his. Lips he realized he had missed these last few weeks.
“Missed you”, whispered against parted lips, which brought a smile on.
“Missed you too, know you’ll never have to miss me like this again. You’re mine now, Tobi.”
A hand cupped his cheek before his lips were claimed for lack of a better word, it was a kiss they hadn’t shared as lovers, one so all consuming that Tobirama didn’t want it to end. He had been thinking about it, about telling the world about their relationship and admitting his feelings for Izuna instead of staying in the dark about all of that. It was over now, they had each other and that would be more than enough now.
Moaning as the kiss was broken, Tobirama found himself lost in dark eyes as Izuna looked at him. One hand, the one on his cheek, rubbed a thumb over it. The other was roaming other parts of his body, making his breath hitch and moans spill from his lips as he was played like this.
Shivering, he shook his head, “Don’t… Don’t tease me ‘Zuna.”
A cheeky grin was all the answer he got, before both hands left his body and Izuna turned away for a moment to grab something on his side of the bed. Rolling back just as fast to show Tobirama the oil he was spreading over his fingers, that dark look in his eyes returned as he went to cover Tobirama’s body again, hitching up a leg over his hip to get better access to that spot they both wanted.
Moaning as oil slicked fingers trailed past his cock and balls to his butt and the taint laying within. Shivering as he felt a finger touching him there, spreading the oil slowly as his eyes and Izuna’s remain locked.
The first finger went in without much restrain, Tobirama used to the intrusion and welcomed it for what it would mean after this. One turned to two, and three not long after, almost as if his body was accepting that this was going to happen, eager in a way that had both Tobirama and Izuna moaning.
As he pulled away, Tobirama couldn’t help but moan, listening to Izuna chuckle as he went for the oil once more, slicking up his own cock before he was there again. Covering Tobirama, surrounding him and finally sinking into his very willing body to consummate this marriage.
“Izuna…”
A grunt was all the answer he got, before a kiss was pressed to his lips again as they settled, this feeling of togetherness not one they had before. The mood, and the situation did call for it, making them both realize just how stupid they had been for not saying anything sooner.
“Move…”
They had shared the sheets on more than one occasion, even if those occasions mostly happened in the Hokage office. This however, was very different, much more loving in a way that Tobirama clutched at the man making love to him as if he was a lifeline. Letting the thrusts and movement guide him as he held on for the ride, allowing pleasure to build and to sweep him away.
Coming down from how high, he felt a hand run through his hair lovingly. Making him grin at Izuna when he was looking at him. Still connected, this was their Wedding Night and they were no doubt making full use of the absence of interruptions. They would deal with all the rest tomorrow. For now he was right where he wanted to be.