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The Senju’s hadn’t seen this much bloodshed since the war, and even then, they had been sure to keep it far away from the women and children. Not since Kanna had their estate been threatened, and it was a failure on his part. Tobirama huffed, trying to catch his breath as he looked around at the corpses that littered the area. Emerald grass was painted the rich ruby red of lifeblood. Gods… Where was Hashirama? The sound of metal crashing against living wood not too far away answered him, letting him know that his brother was still alive. The second thought that filled his mind was of nothing other than Natori. She had been right here… She-
Panic blinded him, and he was ecstatic that every Uchiha in this area was dead before he realized her absence because he saw and heard nothing else as his senses reached out to find her. This couldn’t happen again; he couldn’t lose her again! Not after pushing her away and losing her to death once. Not after getting her back and refusing himself once again. He had to tell her how he felt, he needed to taste her lips, and he had to correct the mistakes he’d made with Kanna because the gods would surely damn him otherwise. His thoughts began to spiral, as suppressed emotions and ignored truths drowned out his racing heart, until he rounded the side of the main house. The world fell silent as relief pulsed through his veins. Standing in a circle of gore, out of breath and looking ready to collapse, she was alive. Alive.
That truth pounded through his body, and he knew he needed her in his arms right then and there. The mark inked up the back of her neck glowed a bright blue just as he activated his Hirashin no Jutsu. In a moment, he teleported across the grounds and scooped her up in his arms before her knees could buckle.
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‘Holy gods…’ Natori thought to herself as she took in the carnage that surrounded her. Hashirama had expected a visit from Madara after she managed to escape the kidnapping attempt, but no one expected anything on this scale. The sounds of battle behind her died down, and she sighed. The brothers were okay… It was going to take more than a dozen foolish foot soldiers to take down the gods of Shinobi. Closing her eyes, Nat took a mental inventory of her aches and pains, trying to suss out any that could be life-threatening. When nothing revealed itself, she was ready to collapse. Before her wobbly legs had the chance to throw in the towel, a singular tingle raced up her spine, signaling the arrival of Tobirama. His strong arms circled her waist, pulling her flush to his chest. Shuddering out of sheer relief, trembling arms came around his shoulders, and she buried her face in the fur that lined the collar of his armor. “Natori, are- What happened?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break away like that.” A lance of shame filled her as she took what comfort he offered. He had made it clear that there was to be nothing between them. Natori wasn’t from this time; there was no guarantee she could stay. It made sense that, of everything that could be said about a relationship between Tobirama Senju and an Uchiha woman of no significance, that mountain was impossible to overcome. But despite what they had agreed upon, they clung to each other like the mere mention of letting go was enough to bring on the desire to be sick. “I saw a group coming into an undefended part of the house, and I had to stop them. I didn’t realize how far I had gotten. I’m okay, just a few light scrapes and bruises, but-”
Her brow furrowed when she realized that he had pulled away and was staring down at her with a strange look on his face. “Senju-Sama-kun… Are you alright?” His hands remained on her shoulders, keeping her body close to his, but he looked to be in pain. “Are you injured?” Her hands lowered from his shoulders to trail down his chest plate, worried eyes following her shaking fingers as she began to search him for any signs of damage.
He stopped her, hands sliding down to her elbows as he called Nat's attention back up to his eyes. “I’m well, I- Forgive me.” Forgive him? Why was he in need of forgiveness? Before she had the chance to ask, his arms brought her close once more, his lips pressing against hers. Natori’s eyes widened, fingers clinging to the straps on his deep blue armor as her thoughts came to a screeching halt. Was this real? It had to be; no Genjutsu could feel so real. Natori’s eyelids fluttered closed as her body responded before any logic or sense could rein either of them back. As fluid and deep as ocean waves, their lips rolled and danced, parted and consumed. A deep, ancient growl escaped him as fate was finally satisfied. She was his, he could no longer deny this fact.
Should they remain and seek out his brother? Yes. Was he willing to deal with the duties and obligations that were sure to come raining down upon his head as soon as the head of his family found them? Apparently not.
The sensation of the world shifting around them made her startle for a moment as he teleported them to his rooms. As always, it was a chaotic mess. Papers, scrolls, half-finished experiments, and stones of various quality littered the space but he navigated through the mess deftly, as though accustomed to moving around the ever-changing chaos with his eyes closed.
Bloodied armor was peeled away, stripped off, and discarded left and right as they stumbled into his bathing chambers. A war was being fought inside Tobirama; one voice urged patience out of consideration for her, the other demanded he take and claim out of consideration for both of them. His hubris, his pride had kept her at arm's length for too damn long and he couldn't stand it anymore. Spinning her away, Tobirama met her eyes in the mirror over the sink. One of his large hands roved around to her stomach, moved up her heaving chest between her breasts, before coming to settle on the pale column of her throat. The urge to take and give was raging through them both, air was in short supply, but something in his eyes, in the loose grip around her throat demanded a surrender.
Submission.
And Natori gave it without a second thought. Her body became putty in his hands, and she clung to his arm, to his hip as she waited for direction. Unexpected but welcome nonetheless, his voice was soft as his lips brushed against her ear, eyes never leaving hers. “May I?”
Natori knew what he was asking and knew there was no going back if she gave in, but she didn't want to go back. “Yes. Yes please- Ah!” In one fluid movement, Tobirama bent her nearly in half to press her chest into the wooden surface in front of her. Oh. OH.
One hand slid up her back slowly, tracing the line of her spine that was hidden beneath her clothes until his long fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, pinned her firmly in place. The other arm looped beneath her hips and brought them even with his, a slight arch forming in her lower back as she stood on her tiptoes to remain exactly where he wanted her.
She wasn't a virgin by any means. Hell, she and Kakashi would meet up after missions all the time to blow off steam, but this lack of self-control from Tobirama affected her in ways she didn't have words for. They were filthy, sweaty, and covered in the blood of their enemies, but it didn't seem to faze him. With a clean rip, his fingers gripped and tore at the buttery, synthetic material of her leggings to bare her core to him. It was the one pair she had from her future life, but Nat couldn’t bring herself to care. His hand freed his throbbing erection, pumping it a few times to try to relieve the ache. He gripped the base of his cock just enough to guide him forward. With a swipe through her folds, he could tell just how wet she was for him, and he let out a pleased hum as the tip of him speared her open. “This won't be gentle, not this time. If you want me to stop-”
“For the love of the gods pleasedontstop!” The words were dragged from her in a panic as she felt him cease his movements, felt that delicious stretch begin to recede. Her hips pressed back, taking what he had given her as well as another inch in a desperate attempt to draw him back. If her words hadn't been enough, her actions were what did it. Three things happened at once: His grip on the back of her neck tightened, a fierce growl erupted from his chest as a warning for her to remain still, and his hips jerked forward, seeking the heat she was offering. The result was him sinking well over half of his rather girthy length into the warm, wet heat of her, and both of them letting out moans that bounced off the walls of the small space.
Pressure built in Tobirama’s chest as he tried to rein in the urge that was currently strangling him into insanity. The need to claim, to take and take until she knew exactly where she belonged. Here, beneath him, to be owned and filled and thoroughly bred so that everyone knew who she belonged to.
Natori felt wetness on her eyelashes and she blinked a few times before lifting her eyes to take in Tobirama’s reflection in the mirror. His face was tilted up, spattered with blood, and his jaw was twitching as he tried to seek some kind of anchor. No, that wasn’t what she wanted. That damnable steel control was a curse and she was determined to make him forget all about it. Catching her lip between her teeth, Natori used what little range of motion she possessed to roll her hips forward and back. It forced him out, just enough to spread her slick along his length so that when she returned, another inch nestled in her soft walls and both of their brows furrowed, his mouth falling open with a low moan. “Damn you. Fuck, you make me want to-”
His voice was low, his fingers would leave bruises on her hips and the back of her neck but she couldn’t care less. As if possessed, he began small, circular, mindless thrusts as his eyes fell to hers in the reflective surface. “Do it. Tobi, fucking do it. You’ve made me wait too long and i n-need you.” A part of her wished she didn’t sound so needy, so breathless, but it was hard to keep composed when the God of water and lightning was currently splitting her open on his length.
Curses that fell from his lips were her only answer, her only warning before he unleashed the raging storm. It only took two thrusts to bury himself fully inside of her and even then, she had no time to grow accustomed to the heavy weight of him that seemed lodged in her lungs. With a feral energy that would scare him after the fact, he began fucking her into the counter like his life depended on it, and maybe it did. Years… For more years than he cared to think about, he denied his soulbond, his mate, and he would be damned if either of them thought about going back to the way things were.
The harsh sound of his hips clapping against her ass, the wet *shlop* of his dick ploughing into her cunt, the feeling of his balls tapping her clit as his hand circled her throat was enough to bring her to the edge so fast she felt dizzy. There was no gap in his movements, no pause as his grip on her throat tightened and he lifted her up just enough so that she could see just what he was doing. Her generous breasts swayed and touched over and over as he used her like she was nothing more than a doll. His mouth was set in a scowl as deep grunts and soft moans escaped him and mingled with her high-pitched whines and throaty cries.
Neither of them held any illusion of lasting long. For months, they had danced around each other. He had waited too long and now? Feeling the velvety walls of her tight pussy throbbing and tightening around him? No, he wasn't going to last much longer. Slipping the hand on her hip beneath her, Tobirama tapped a finger against her swollen clit, stimulating the small bundle of nerves before rubbing soft circles on the hood that covered it. “Come for me, sweet girl. Cream my cock.”
He didn't have to ask twice. Nat's eyes locked with his, mouth falling open in a soundless scream as she was hurled off the edge of the cliff. Lightning raced through her body, making it spasm lightly as her cunt tightened around him like a vice. He tried to fuck her through it, to extend her pleasure as long as possible, but as soon as she came, her walls kept him trapped, milking him for all he was worth. Pressing as deep as he could go, tip nestled right up against her cervix, he spilled his hot seed. A choked gasp was wrenched from his chest as his forehead fell to her shoulder. She was limp in his arms, her body spent as every ounce of adrenaline was sucked away and replaced with a bone-deep exhaustion that left her shaking against the dark wooden surface she lay on.
“Tobi…” His name was little more than a whisper on her breath, but it was enough to get his attention. One of his hands gently brushed across her forehead, over her hair as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
“I’ve got you, songbird. I’ve got you.” He took a moment to simply feel her, to cherish her body beneath his hands before peeling her form from the wood she was currently plastered to. “Let's get you cleaned up. I want you to stay with me tonight.”