Gone (Pt. 4)
Madara's iryo was meant for scrapes. His chakra too hot for anything more and cauterizing could only worsen any internal injuries right now. Hashirama still kept up in the fight and unable to assist yet, though he could feel the desperation around him with the trees trying to get back to them. Tobirama consistently pushing him away.
"If I am a figment of your own mind, truly, and you want to die in peace, yes? Then surely your own mind would remember our kiss? One more before you go, neh?"
"It would not be the same."
"Nothing will be after this. You said it yourself, why not just one more goodbye?"
"Very well. Mind, you have won again. What is one more self-inflicted harm amongst the years of others you helped me justify?" And fuck was that going to be needed to be unpacked later.
"May I then?"
"Like you ever need permission." Madara met his lips in a soft kiss, pleading behind it.
"Hmmm...most likely the light headedness but you feel real." His lips tasted like metal and the words were said against his lips, Madara only moved slightly away, enough to whisper against Tobirama's.
"You always said my chakra felt good to you, right?" He said letting his chakra enveloped the man in a blanket of it. As warm as he could make it without burning.
"Always. The perfect volcano to my icy waters."
"You always loved holding it and molding it yourself using my hands. Like that time with the Kumo fleet and I got hurt. I had a gash on my head. How did you heal it again?" He kisses the man slowly one more, pulling away until he felt himself being followed.
"Nnnnn, I would take it in my hand…."
" Show me. " He hated this manipulation, he knew how vulnerable the man was when surrounded by his chakra. It felt so wrong on so many levels. To save him you can beg forgiveness later when he isn't dying .
A hitch in breath that Madara forcefully ignored later and Tobi had taken his dark red chakra, "the color of a dried rose." Those lips once said. He kissed his cheek softly and the chakra turned green. "He moved to their ear. "Then what? Do I need to do it myself? "
"I-"
"You can make choices here? News to me. Tch, all bloodied and cut yet my blades are clean. Who said you were allowed to do such a thing, hmm? Fix those pesky cuts on your side before you ruin my robes." He bit the man's earlobe lightly, getting a shutter out of him that he once again forcefully ignored.
He was going to fucking incinerate himself if this didn't work. No way he was surviving with these memories. He was praying to Ameterasu for weeks in forgiveness. Drowning himself in the holiest water he could find. There was no type of consent happening and yes the situation declared it at this point but he hated it.
" Ah, ah, ah, you think I can't notice you just clotting the surface of it? Tch. Tricksy little minx." he says lightly scratching the man's arm, no skin breaking just enough to get his attention.
"I-I thought-"
"Oh? We're back to thinking again? Pity, guess I need to do more. But that wonderful brain of yours, always thinking, turning and moving." He gave the other man a light kiss, nipping at their bottom lip. A shuttered breath escaped the other and Madara felt more of his chakra be used, the green glow stronger and the wound was healed better. He went back to whispering in their ear.
"Always so good for me, always so reactive to me. My bright star."
Tobirama's eyes widened and in a flash and another pull of chakra, Tobirama was behind him now. Madara turned to see and froze in place. He saw the dopey lopsided grin on their face that did not match the rest of him.
Tobirama was a few feet away with a blade sticking through his chest stopping it's path toward Madara. He faintly heard Hashirama screaming.
"Madara... never called me his bright star before. I could... never... make that up. You... really are him. Heh...." A wet cough. "What an end then, right? Sorry Moonstone." And as Tobirama dropped to the ground, blood poured out of Madara's eyes and all he could see was a haze of red with a blue ribcage around him.