"Stop toying with that, it's revolting." Izuna said, half-playfully, tipping his head to where Tobirama was cradling the decorative fan Madara had given him that morning in one hand as he read over some scroll from Uzushio. "The two of you are just sickening in general, I mean honestly."

Tobirama looked up, suddenly sharp, arching an eyebrow at him and Izuna waggled his own in return. "You know I'm fucking your brother," Tobirama said dryly, and Izuna shot upright on the couch, choking, "have been for months, and, hell, I plan to do it again tonight. In your house." he added with a smirk.

Izuna opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, cringing as his too-active imagination provided images he really didn't need. "Thanks," he half-croaked, "I hate it."