Some part of Izuna always knew it would come to this. Come to them, with a thread thicker - stronger - more robust linking them than the thread between him and the Demon Tobirama, or even between Aniki and Hashirama.

He drinks the gasps and grunts and moans straight from Aniki's mouth, trailing down lower and lower, and their red thread glows brightly in his peripheral vision as he peers coyly up through his lashes, and swallows Aniki's cock.