The door jumped out of Tobirama's hand, sliding firmly shut but quickly out of his mind in favour of the firm heat suddenly pressed up against him, pinning him to the wall. Before he could ask what was going on or decide to attempt freeing himself, Madara's mouth was on his and Tobirama moaned as he sank into it, the heat and pressure stealing the breath from his lungs even as he dragged Madara in closer, enjoying it too much to wonder why . . . until Madara pulled away, eyes sharp and red, nearly glowing like embers as he traced Tobirama's face with his thumbs.

"I," Tobirama began, slightly breathless and vaguely aware that his fingers were tangled in Madara's long hair, "I have been flirting with you for months, what- what did I finally do?" he asked, only to be silenced almost before he finished speaking with another searing, demanding kiss.