Scorned

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I’ve been hyping this up for a while! Multi-chaptered tobimada cop au fic is in works! First 2 chapters are up! If you’re able to, kudos is much appreciated :)

[bigfatfishpoopfat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I’ve been hyping this up for a while! Multi-chaptered tobimada cop au fic is in works! First 2 chapters are up! If you’re able to, kudos is much appreciated :)

[bastarduchiha-blog]

@officialtobiramasenju | continued from (x)

Madara blinked, squinting as he regarded the other beside him on the bed. “You what?” 

[bastarduchiha-blog]

Madara frowned. “Why wouldn’t he...know about this?” Inquiring as he looked through Tobirama’s fridge. “Excuse me, but I’m fucking starving after being dead for so long,” he grabbed a half-eaten sandwich and ate the whole thing in one giant swallow. He continued to search for food, his voice weirdly hollow as it bounced around the inside of the fridge. 

“If not Hashirama...why on earth did you create such a jutsu?” He pulled out a can of sake and smiled as he got up and regarded the shorter man. “Either way, I do believe a celebration is in order. Sake?”

[bastarduchiha-blog]

“What are you waiting for?

Blackout.

Electricity that once ran though the village had been shut out again- more setbacks that should have been dealt with this far in the town’s history. Yet, like all big projects, there were still these minor kinks. It would take sometime before it would come back.

To make matters worse it was still cold outside, and it would have made the Hokage room unbearably cold had Madara not been there with him.

With ease, he strolled silently to the fireplace and knelt beside it, breathing life into the once cold lumber. He didn’t get back up, instead, he awkwardly warmed his hands with Tobirama facing his back, neither man saying a word. 

It was weird, this…thing they had. It was apparent to the other that they both obviously liked each other but of course, be it pride or cowardliness, neither man would act upon it. They both couldn’t seem to make up their minds- Madara would linger just a tad too long after meetings until it was just the two of them, but then he would simply leave. Tobirama would mistakenly brush hands with him as they passed papers and flush as he moved away, instinctively as if he was saving himself from a flame. It was too new, borderline embarrassing. Better to ignore it.

But ignoring it only made moments like this painfully awkward. Madara began whistling choppily as he tended the fire, Tobirama unsure whether to fold his arms or not as he repeated this tick and walked around the room. 

“You know,” Madara said gently after some time, causing the other to jolt. “You can always sit next to me.” He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “I won’t bite.”

Both relieved and nervous, he sat down beside the other and focused on the fire. It was a relief to be warmed, and he closed his eyes and breathed in to heat himself up. “Thank you,” he replied as he looked to his left at the other man. In the fire, Madara’s face was softer, calmer. 

“Anytime,” he smiled as they met eyes. But just as quickly as it happened, Madara’s smile dropped and he looked immediately back at the fire. 

“There it is again,” Tobirama huffed, hugging his knees. 

“What do you mean?” Madara scowled, looking back. 

“We’re always doing…that,” he shot back just as vaguely as before. “You just- you don’t…” he signed, eyes panning down Madara’s body, not out of lust but just too embarrassed to keep eye contact. 

“I don’t what?” 

“You know what I mean. We’ve been doing this for…how long? How long are we going to beat around the bush like this?”

Madara inched toward the other, his hand slowly moving from Tobirama’s shoulder, to his neck, then face. He cupped the other’s chin gently, his thumb on his lips as he slowly met his eyes. “It’s always so hard to get you, you know. Making me doubt what I think what I…feel sometimes.” 

Tobirama blushed harder but was determined to keep eye contact, leaning deeper into Madara’s palm. “What are you waiting for?” A question poised for both of them. “You know what I, what we, want. Just do it, already.” 

“I wish you could be a bit more romantic,” Madara smiled as he leaned in and slowly captured the other in a warm kiss. 

Tobirama smiled back, tasting the fire on his lips. He snaked his arms around Madara’s waist, squeezing at his waist. Madara moved a bit lower, biting down his lip as he gently pushed Tobirama on his back.

“Already? So fast?” Tobirama smirked as he pulled back and observed the other man, tossing his shirt aside.

“I feel like if I get to know you any better, I wouldn’t be interested in having sex with you anymore,” helping Tobirama out of his pants. 

Tobirama laughed as he helped the other with his clothes. Naked, the fire reflected off his white skin, making him glow in the night. It was enchanting, the moving flames making him glitter, like a sunset. 

“You look gorgeous,” Madara purred as he leaned down and bit along his neck, squeezing his chest and applying pressure on his nipples. “Who would’ve known you’ve been hiding this under your clothes all this time?”

Tobirama had no reply, only groaning under the sensation as he arched his back and pleaded with him to move faster, which Madara happily obliged. 

He moved down and worked at his chest, leaving soft kisses before biting down hard. He alternated between kisses and sucking, hickies leaving a trail down Tobirama’s soft body to his thighs. 

Madara opened his legs and sucked gently at his already wet clit, swirling there for a moment before forgoing foreplay and eating him out completely. Tobirama moaned loudly, caught off guard as he clasped his hands over his mouth and arched his back. Madara held his waist down and rubbed at his hipbones, holding him down as he continued to work. He swirled and played until his clit was red with want, Tobirama’s moans making it clear he would finish soon if he didn’t cease. 

Madara pulled off, Tobirama grumbling momentarily before he realized the other’s plan. He spread his legs and latched them above Madara’s waist. 

“Wait-” he replied hoarsely, sticking his hand up. “I- do you have any protection or something? If I get an unexpected pregnancy, Hashirama will kill me.” 

Madara rolled his eyes. “Well, obviously, if you know you’re having sex with me, it can’t all be that unexpected.”

Tobirama snorted. “Oh really? How does “da-da” sound?” 

Now Madara really laughed, bending over Tobirama for a moment as he collected himself. “I’m kidding! I brought a condom.”

“So you did have sex on your mind as you came here tonight!”

“Of course!” Madara smiled as he leaned back and produced a condom from his discarded pants, ripping it open. “Who do you think arranged the blackout?” 

“Oh you little-” 

Madara slipped snugly into the condom and adjusted himself, slowly pressing himself in. 

“Oh, shit-” Tobirama murmured as he tilted his head back, covering his face with his arm as he arched again. “Shit, Madara,” he moaned. 

“Tobirama,” he moaned lowly and gruff, pumping slowly to allow Tobirama time to adjust and cause as little pain as possible. “Ah, I don’t think I’m going to last too lo-” he came almost instantly, bending over in exhaustion as he came in bursts. 

He fell on top of Tobirama, lying on his soft chest like a pillow as they basked in the afterglow. The Senju petted his mattered hair, smiling to himself as he caught his breath. 

“You came so fast, dear,” Tobirama teased. 

“Not a word,” Madara warned. “Or I’m not going to go down on you after this and let you finish.”

“Oh dear me, you really did plan this whole evening out, huh?”

Madara looked up sleepily and grinned. “We have another hour of the blackout- you just wait to see what I have in store.” 

[rem-sora410]

[bastarduchiha-blog]

@officialtobiramasenju | continued from (x)

Madara smiled, genuinely this time as he flexed his new body, rolling his wrists to see if they were at their max range of movement. Everything seemed to be in order as he turned to regard the Senju. While the two had moved on years ago, moving from bitter rivals, to reluctant coworkers, to slow friendship, it was still baffling that the other would put so much effort into resurrecting him. Hashirama must’ve had some hand in this. 

He has never seen such genuine happiness radiate from his face as he did now. He was downright gleeful, most probably because his crazy jutsu actually worked. 

“Thank you, Senju. Your jutsus are as brilliant as ever. Tell me, why even bring me back? The effort to perform this must’ve been quite taxing.” 

[ghostling]

Shuffled Lyric Prompts ( i )

“If you loved me, why’d you leave me?”

“You better shape up.”

“Sometimes love is not enough.”

“Choose your last words.”

“In the dead of night, I’m the only one here.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m never changing who I am.”

“We were born to die.”

“I tried to make you mine.”

“I don’t know where I belong.”

“Hey, we’ve got a situation!”

“Now if we’re talking body, you’ve got a perfect one so put it on me.”

“As I looked around, I began to notice that we were nothing like the rest.”

“Boy, I’m not the kind of drum you play one time.”

“Where you are, I will be.”

“If you wanna go, I would not mind.”

“I wanna make this right.”

“You are mine, I am yours.”

“Are you gonna be my love?”

“Nothing else will do, I’ve gotta have you.”

“Stupidly think you had it under control.”

“Let me live.”

“She never asked me once about the wrong I did.”

“I don’t ever wanna let you down.”

“Love comes slow, and it goes so fast.”

“I’ve been living a lonely life.”

“Everything you touch surely dies.”

“Let’s not fuck around.”

“You’ll never be what you wanna be with all that money.”

“I know you struggle.”

“I packed my things and ran.”

“Nights like this, I become afraid of the darkness in my heart.”

“You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.”

“All I want is – all I need is – to find somebody.”

“Dreams come slow, and they go so fast.”

“I’m the girl you’d die for.”

“We’re on each others team.”

“But it wasn’t my fault.”

“I don’t know where I went wrong.”

“You can make a true believer out of anyone that you want.”

“You can’t get enough.”

“I’m doing this for the thrill of it.”

“I belong with you, you belong with me.”

“No grave can hold my body down.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Secretly, I think you knew.”

“So this is what you meant when you said that you were spent.”

“I don’t ever wanna leave this town.”

“Are you gonna be mine?”

“In the mirror you’re a work of art, but this is real life.”

“Let me look in your eyes.”

“You’re getting higher than the ceiling lights.”

“I’m not thinking straight.”

[bastarduchiha-blog]

“i’m sorry for trying.”

sad but it has a good ending

“I’m sorry that I wasted my time letting you,” Madara grumbled as he loudly threw his fork down and proceeded to leave the restaurant. What a disaster- they hadn’t even ordered the appetizers yet. 

“Madara-” Tobirama called as he too abandoned their table and went outside. 

“I will speak to you out there but I won’t spend another second in this place. That is, if you can even keep your eyes on me,” snarling over his shoulder, Tobirama going pale. 

Winter was just recently seeping into Konoha, bristling winds but no snow yet. Madara burst through the icy doors and walked quickly to his home, the Senju sprinting to keep up with his long strides. 

“Madara-”

“Stop saying my name!” Furious, he turned on his heels so quick that Tobirama slammed into him, stumbling. He shoved the younger back, so angry he wasn’t even making eye contact. 

“Please,” Tobirama began, eyeing the other carefully. “Tell me what I did wrong. I would never want to hurt you-”

“Did you plan this?” Madara cut him off. “Did you know he would be there, too?”

Tobirama blinked quizzically, lips pursed in confusion. “No, of course not. How was I to know Minato would be at the same place as us tonight?”

“I don’t know!” Frustrated, he ran his hand through his messy hair. “As soon as you saw him, your face lit up like I have never seen it before. You nearly fell over yourself trying to hug and say hello to him, I’m surprised you didn’t invite him to eat dinner with you instead!” Jealously laced his bitter words, crossing his arms as he studied the other through his wild hair. 

“Madara,” Tobirama’s eyes widened in surprise as it all became clear to him. “You’re…you’re jealous? Of Mint?” It would almost be laughable if the Uchiha wasn’t so angry. 

“Mint! That was your nickname for him when you guys dated, right?” He was more hurt than angry but he wasn’t about to tell Tobirama that. “Enough of this- I don’t want to discuss this. Don’t contact me again, it’s over.” Before the other could protest, he turned again and sprinted home.

In a few flashes he was back at his mediocre living space. Now that he was alone, he hadn’t realized how tired he truly was. Leaning against his arm he unlocked the door and pushed himself in, slamming it behind him. As he removed his coat, he stared at the wall and thought about how badly the night had went on. 

It was great earlier, Madara picking Tobirama up and the two walking to the restaurant. When Tobirama had offered to hold hands he had rolled his eyes and made a big fuss, but his hands had been so soft and warm that he didn’t mind in the slightest. He just had to keep face after all. Madara, ghost of the uchiha, whose heart was warmed by soft hands and foolish red eyes? How embarrassing. Thankfully the Senju had enough sense to pretend he didn’t notice how much he cared. 

The restaurant was mildly full, not too busy but enough that no one was paying that much attention to them, something Madara was thankful for. Having been seated, they talked aimlessly about this and that, when Tobirama caught something over Madara’s shoulder. Turning his head, his heart dropped as he recognized the bombshell blonde and some friends of his. He felt his face heat up as he turned back to Tobirama and his partner’s face was lit up like he had just received some longly-awaited gift.  

Madara made no move to get up but Tobirama did, and chatted for a while with him, smiling at the ground and blushing every now and then, the Uchiha’s grip on his menu tight as he tore it slightly. When he finally decided to return, Tobirama cheerily chirped back what Minato was up to, finally reminiscing some fun facts about Minato, “Mint” as he called him, until Madara couldn’t take it anymore and had left. 

He hung his scarf and coat and threw his boats and socks aside as he made his way to the kitchen. Had he reacted poorly? Probably. Was he going to regret breaking up with Tobirama? Most definitely. He poured himself some sake but then put it aside and drank from the bottle. He had a few sips when suddenly there was loud banging at his door. Wow, I wonder who that could be, annoyance rising in him as he made his way to the door. 

“Madara, let me in I just want to talk and clear some things up. Please open up, I won’t leave unless you at least see me.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose in anger, he huffed tiredly. “Idiot Senju,” he murmured. 

“What do you-” but Tobirama seized his chance and pushed into the house, closing the door behind him with his hands behind his back. “Tobirama-”

“No,” the other calmly replied with one finger raised. “Let me speak first.”

Madara’s eyes widened in surprise but he said nothing in retaliation, knowing the other meant business. He nodded to for him to come have this conversation in the living room. 

“Madara,” he began as they sat down. “I was just happy to see Mint-Minato again. I didn’t…it wasn’t like I was going to throw myself at him and leave you. And I know i might’ve come off a little overly enthusiastic but it was nothing more than that.” Tobirama smiled and grabbed Madara’s hand over the table, turning it over in his smooth palms. “I chose you, and I did that for a reason, dear.”

The Uchiha’s face flushed up as he squeezed the other’s hand, angry that he had gotten himself so worked up over nothing. “I-I’m sorry,” he replied back, relief coloring his speech that Tobirama wasn’t mad at his childish behavior. “I was just thought you would-”

“That I would leave you?” The other finished.

“I’m not used to being anyone’s first choice,” he admittedly embarrassedly as he stared at the floor. 

Tobirama chuckled and moved so that he was sitting beside the other. “Well, there’s a first time for anything, I suppose,” he took Madara’s face in his hands and kissed him gently, the other man holding him by the waist. He broke apart and trailed soft kisses down the Uchiha’s neck into his messy hair, pushing him back against the couch. “Now, I think we’ve wasted enough time already.” 

Flustered and caught off guard Madara sputtered, “But we didn’t even eat yet!” 

Tobirama blew raspberries into Madara’s neck, making the two laugh as he adjusted himself so he was flush with his waist. “That’s alright- I just want my dessert.” 

The Senju reached down and unfastened Madara’s pants as the other worked of his shirt. Once he was taken care of, Madara ran his fingers along the other and discarded his clothes, throwing them behind the couch carelessly. He wanted desperately to make up for lost time.

Tobirama positioned himself so that each of his legs were on either side of Madara’s body and bent down to capture the other’s lips in a heated kiss. Madara groaned under him, back arching as he raised his hands to squeeze and rub at Tobirama’s chest. He sat up on his elbows and bit down into the crook of Tobirama’s neck, hungrily grinding his teeth along his jawline. 

Tobirama moaned softly and moved his head back a bit allowing Madara more room to work with. The Uchiha moved down and bit at his chest and sucked hard on his smooth nipples. 

“Ah- be gentle, Maddie,” biting his lip as sharp teeth grazed him. “I only have one pair of those.”

Nipple still in his mouth, Madara laughed, pushing him softly. “Don’t say that when I have you in my mouth!”

Tobirama smiled and leaned over again to pull Madara into another kiss him before removing himself completely. 

“Are we done already?” He whined. “We were just getting started!” But his complaints were cut off immediately as Tobirama situated himself on his erection, taking it slowly as he eased himself down. 

“Ah, Tobirama, please don’t tease me,” he groaned as he threw his head back against the couch, one hand squeezing Tobirama’s waist. 

“I wouldn’t! I just want to-” he exhaled sharply as he moved up and down. “Wanna make it up to you.” 

Madara flushed even more, eyes shut as he thrusted his hips up to meet the other. “You’re going to kill me if you keep talking like that. I feel like such an asshole.”

“But you’re getting rewarded right? Seems like you got a pretty sweet deal today.”

Madara laughed huskily and continued pumping, Tobirama grinding down hard as he sensed the other reaching the end. The Uchiha pumped faster, finishing with a loud groan as Tobirama reached down and squeezed his hand.

He slicked himself off and moved slowly to rest on Madara’s chest, the room filled with their scents and pants. Tobirama turned and kissed him on the cheek, Madara kissing him sloppily on his forehead back as he rubbed at his side. 

“I’m sorry again.” He replied quietly once they caught their breaths. “I’m really sorry.”

Tobirama cuddled closer, wrapping his arm around his chest as his eyes fluttered sleepily. “It’s alright- I forgive you, a hundred times over.” He started to drift off to sleep before Madara’s stomach made such a loud rumble he pushed himself off in alarm. 

“What was that?!”

Sheepishly, Madara plopped himself up and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t eat anything since this morning!” 

“You idiot-maybe I should’ve let you break up with me.” Tobirama pulled Madara off the couch and they made their way to the kitchen. “Eat something so we can get enough energy to go at it again.”

“Yes, sir,” Madara replied laughing, squeezing his hand as they walked. “Anything, for you.” 

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[bastarduchiha-blog]

“Are you kidding me? I’m blind!” [im crying as i send this]

under the cut bc this is long as fak

The musk of smoke from the other Uchiha sweltered on the battlefield, the scent of heat and blood a nauseating mixture but Madara couldn’t focus on that. Subtle details like the scent of rotting corpses would distract shinobis from the battle at hand and he was too used to war to care. Madara flew back from one of Hashirama’s blows, flipping backwards and just narrowly avoiding a blast. He smirked, the other man smiling and enjoying their fight just as much. 

“That all you got Hashirama?”“You haven’t see anything yet!” His eyes bright under the grime smeared across his face. “I’ll even let you come at me this time!”

Madara rolled his eyes, still smiling in spite of himself. This was war, but it always seemed like he and Hashirama were playing just like they used to do as kids. Nothing had changed it seemed. To the left, he could vaguely feel the hot chakra of his brother, Izuna, clashing with the sharp chakra of Hashirama’s younger brother Tobirama. But he disregarded that and turned his attention back on Hashirama, leaping forward at top speed and knocking the other back momentarily, metal on metal. 

They were at that for sometime and before long, Madara was knocked back again, but much harsher than before as he crashed onto the ground. He laid for a moment on his back, but instead of getting onto his feet, he sat up and looked around for a moment. Hashirama must have sensed something was wrong because he pursed his lips in confusion and tilted his head. What’s wrong? he mouthed but Madara shook his head- it wasn’t him. 

He realized too late. 

He turned to his side and it was as if everything was in slow motion. A fellow Uchiha nearby had performed a jutsu for the Senju he was fighting, he could tell that much from his hand formation but it was too sloppy; the kid’s armor must’ve been inherited from an older family member or something because it hung off him precariously, almost symbolic of his inexperience, thrust into war prematurely. The jutsu was messily charged way too much. Even before he finished, Madara reached out at Izuna and Tobirama who were too close to the Uchiha but he was too late. 

The blast was earth shattering, the blistering heat felt like fire against Madara’s skin. He knew as he shut his eyes that it would leave burns. Screams rang in the air but it was unclear if it was the ringing in his ears or the other shinobis. 

The dark smoke slithered away and Madara gently lifted his head up to survey the area.  He stuck his hand out before him and it confirmed what he knew- third degree burns had charred the sides of his hands but he was certain Hashirama could fix it as he always did for the more serious injuries he sustained. Hashirama could heal just about anything. 

He stood and ran over to where he felt the flickering of someone’s chakra but suddenly it flared up drastically, so high Madara fell back for a moment. He still couldn’t see from the smoke but he ran to the source of the chakra. 

“Help! Please, I need a medic! Hashirama! Anyone!” Madara froze; this was not Hashirama. He came over and knelt beside the bleeding form, a flare of shock shot through him as he recognized the ruined blue armor and tuff of white. Tobirama was bent over, clutching his eyes.

“Here, take my water,” Madara took the canteen strapped to his side and handed it over. “Wash your eyes out, you probably have debris in it.”

Tobirama flinched, eyes still shielded. “Madara? What-”

“Just do it, stupid!” Madara shot back, forcing the canteen into his lap. “You can repay me later.” Tobirama must have been desperate because he began washing his eyes out over and over again. 

By now, Hashirama had found them, frantically running over and slamming down on the ground beside them. “I heard the explosion and-” his eyes widened as he saw the state of Tobirama’s eyes. “Oh dear,” he whispered. 

“You can fix this right?” Madara whispered in his ear. There was nothing Hashirama couldn’t heal, he thought again frantically. 

Hashirama swallowed, tears brimming. “This is too serious,” he whispered back. “I don’t- I’m not sure. I…I don’t think…” he didn’t finish. Madara’s heart pounded, blood rushing to his head. If Hashirama, renowned medic by even the Uchiha, couldn’t do this then…he didn’t know what to do. 

Tobirama scowled, eyes still shut. “Stop whispering, you know I can handle whatever you throw at me. Hashirama, please fix my eyes,” he commanded as if it was a simple task but there was the hint of worry beneath his voice. “Please,” he repeated again, more nervously as the silence lingered on.

Hashirama breathed shakily and explained the situation. Madara zoned out for a moment and only heard glimpses like “too severe”, “I’m so sorry”, “only so much I can do,” “not magic”. 

Madara had seen war before of course but Tobirama was just 19, too young for a injury this severe. And to top it all off, Tobirama was Hashirama’s world- this would not go well.

He was shaken out of his state by Tobirama’s scream in horror. By now, the other shinobi had gathered over as the smoke cleared. 

“Are you kidding me? I’m blind?!” 

[bastarduchiha-blog]

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

Madara hung up the phone. “Stupid Senju,” he grumbled as he got ready to go to bed. 

[rp-meme-central]

Rogue One sentence starters

1. “I find that answer vague and unconvincing.” 

2. “How come s/he gets a blaster/gun/weapon and I don’t?”

3. “You almost shot me!” 

4. “Congratulations: you are being rescued. Please do not resist.” 

5. “Rebellions are built on hope.” 

6. “I’m taking these prisoners to be imprisoned in prison.” 

7. “I’ll be there for you. The captain said I had to.” 

8. “Are you kidding me? I’m blind!” 

9. “There is a 97.6% chance of failure.” 

10. “If you’re really doing this, I want to help.” 

11. “I don’t need luck. I have you.” 

12. “You’re letting him/her keep it? Do you know the probability of him/her using it against you? It’s high. It’s very high. 

13. “We’re on the verge of greatness. We are this close to providing peace and security for the galaxy.” 

14. “Save the Rebellion! Save the dream!” 

15. “There were a lot of explosions for ___ people blending in.” 

16. “How many do we need?” 

17. “The message was sent by your father.” 

18. “Trust goes both ways.” 

19. “This is a bad idea.”

20. “The time to fight is now!” 

21. “Your behavior, _____, is continually unexpected.” 

22. “There is more than one kind of prison. I think you carry yours around wherever you go.” 

23. “It was boring and I thought you were in trouble.” 

24. “This shuttle should be equipped with an access code that allows us through.” 

25. “They destroyed our home!” 

26. “I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad.” 

27: “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?” 

[bastarduchiha-blog]

“can’t you listen to me?”

“I am listening, Senju. But what you’re saying is….a bit….unconventional. Don’t confuse this with me caring about you,” Madara added hastily. He shifted so he his knees rested between a naked Tobirama’s wide legs. “But if I kill you, Hashirama will kill me.”

Tobirama smiled under him, bringing the Uchiha back into another kiss. “It’ll be alright, I trust you.”

“I don’t understand that either,” Madara pulled back and rested his forehead against the other’s. “What if I mess up? What if I break your neck or something?”

“Uchiha Madara,” Tobirama purred. “Is that concern I hear?”

“I don’t want Hashirama to kill me!” The Uchiha protested. “I don’t care about your life, I’m only looking out for myself!” Tobirama smiling smugly, the older’s cries of resentment fooled no one.

“You won’t hurt me. We’ll have a safe word or something. Make it…‘stop’. If I say that, stop choking me and I’ll be fine. That ok with you?”

“Y-yes,” Madara replied back, heart hammering. “Just say…’stop’?”

“Yes. Otherwise, continue.”

“Alright…I’m ready.”

Hesitantly, Madara put his hands around Tobirama’s neck, feeling the smooth skin against his calloused palms. He pressed down and could feel the other’s heartbeat racing beneath the tender skin. Madara took a deep breath and squeezed, small firm bursts to warm up. 

Tobirama’s eyes shot open but he relaxed a moment later, eyes shut in concentration as he moaned softly. 

“Harder, Madara, please,” he whined. Arousal budded inside the Uchiha, licking his lips as he readily complied. 

Madara squeezed harder, his arousal half-hard and rubbing against Tobirama’s clit. Both men groaned at the sensation as Madara rocked against him and tightened his grip. 

He continued alternating his thrusts and squeezes, Tobirama lightheaded underneath him but never uttering the fatal words. Madara spread his palms wide, savoring the smoothness beneath him and the shaky breaths leaving his lover’s parted wet lips. Excitement rushed through the Uchiha as his partner lay so delectably underneath him. 

“Tobirama, I’m-” the younger opened an eye and nodded his approval before closing them again. He groaning loudly as Madara came above him with a harsh squeeze, coming over his stomach as Tobirama finished a moment later, his release no more than a raspy whisper. 

Madara laid on his side beside the Senju, his arm pulling the other against his chest. Tobirama hummed contently, sluggish from their exhausting session. 

“Was that alright?” Madara asked, not bothering to his his worry. 

“I’m fine,” the younger assured in a weak voice. “My voice will be gone for a bit but I’m fine, dear.” He supported his statement by lifting his head and placing a small kiss on Madara’s lips. “We’ve got to that again sometime.”

“Alright, you adrenaline junkie, but make it a while from now. I’m an old man I need to rest.”

Tobirama laughed softly and elbowed Madara in his side. The two stayed silently snuggled up, even long after they had finally fallen asleep. 

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“i need you. more than anything.”

He feels light headed, battle worn and weary. Madara doesn’t even know how he got here, in the middle of the village still strapped in armor and stained with blood. He can’t see it all but the smell radiates off him; he must’ve gotten wounded. Or did he get someone else? He can’t really seem to remember, it’s all very hard to recall. He looks up at the moon and can already tell its late but he can’t force himself to his own home. 

He has no idea what he’s doing, stumbling and shuffling through worn paths and he finds himself somewhere familiar but. He knocks hesitantly, unsure of whether the owner will let him in or not. 

Madara can hear muffled cursing and shuffling, said owner was probably asleep at this hour, as all good villagers should be doing. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes,Tobirama throws the door open, eyes wide as he takes in the disheveled mess before him. 

“Madara?” Concern quickly replaces his anger. “Madara, are you alright? It’s so late and you look like a mess.”

All the weight Madara had in him seems to disappear in an instant, the Uchiha collapsing on the doorstep into the bewildered Senju’s arms.

“We should get you to Hashirama,” Tobirama begins. “He can-”

“I didn’t-” Madara croaks before coughing and clearing his voice. He remembers vaguely of screaming, shouting earlier. “I didn’t go to Hashirama. I came to you, Tobirama,” his head his nestled onto the younger’s shoulder, warmth spreading through him. His soft white hair which tickles Madara’s nose smells of cinnamon. It almost makes him smile. 

“I came to you,” he repeats weakly. “Please…I need you.”

Tobirama sighs but he’s not truly angry, never at Madara. Silently, he pulls him up and drags the Uchiha to his bedroom, his sometimes-it’s complicated-lover slumped against his shoulder. 

“I can’t leave you on the couch, you’ll roll right off,” he says over his shoulder as he cleans up old shirts and bloodied rags off his bed. “Stay here, I’ll get the supplies.” Stay here, Madara thinks in his head. Not like he can go anywhere. Tobirama pauses for a moment before bending over and placing a soft kiss on Madara’s temple before disappearing into the bathroom. Madara can hear the taps filling the tub and a moment later they’re off again, the Senju coming out to help him out of his clothes.  

Tobirama gently undoes his armor straps, heaving Madara out of all his wear. “Bath,” he commands as he pushes the Uchiha to the bathroom. “Don’t argue,” he says, holding up a finger to Madara’s lips as he weakly protests. The Uchiha is so tired he strips naked before Tobirama, the other blushing furiously and turning to give him privacy. Slinking into the tub, Madara groans under the heat and lays his head back.

“I will leave you to clean yourself.” The Senju adjusts himself to leave, but Madara reaches for his arm. 

“Tobirama- wait.”

“Yes?”

“I can’t- I can’t move my arms myself. Could you-could you help me?”

“What, wash you? I’ll get all my clothes wet.” He’s getting redder, pointedly avoiding Madara’s face. 

“Come in with me. I would…appreciate it,” hoping he doesn’t sound desperate but at this point not really caring. They’re relationship is never this…intimate. It’s quick and harsh and rough but there’s something in him that can’t play that tonight. He needs someone. His tone seems to do the trick, Tobirama removing his top and shuffling out of jeans to join the worn-out Uchiha.

“Move over, idiot,” he replies playfully as the water sloshes underneath him as he settles between Madara’s scarred legs. He leans back, head against Madara’s shoulder and the Uchiha willingly leans down to bite gently at his neck. 

“Stupid,” he mummers as he tilts his head back to meet the older in a kiss. “You need to be more careful next time.”

“And what, miss this? This is the best part of getting hurt.”

Tobirama chuckles in spite of himself, kneeling as he turns around and cupping the Uchiha’s face in his hands as he leaves more gentle kisses. Madara can taste cherries on his tongue, his fingers running down the younger’s smooth sides. He’s getting worked up now, turning his head to bite at Tobirama’s jaw but the other pulls back with a smirk.

“You’re hurt and we’re not fucking in my bath tub. It’s new.”

Madara groans and thumps his head against his lover’s chest. “You’re always doing this!”

“Bath first, you nasty man. Then, when you’re clean and strong, we can continue this,” he teases with a kiss on the Uchiha’s nose.

“I’m fine.”

“Madara, you got stabbed twice, dear,” Tobirama kindly reminds him. 

“Still, I-”

“Rest.”

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“i said i love you.”

It was just their usual thing, a routine hookup in the forest outside Konoha. So stereotypical and childish, but at least it was away from prying eyes. Not to mention their late night escapades and shouts made hunters and mischievous shinobi warn the other villagers of “angry spirits”. “Stay clear of the forest, it’s not safe,” Hashirama had warned them both the morning after. Madara had to pinch himself till he bled in order not to burst out laughing.

It was routine, it was normal. It was just another hookup in the forest. Tobirama was suppose to wait for Madara who would come about a quarter after 3am, the witching hour at its peak. After satisfying themselves, they would leave. There was nothing sentimental or emotional about it; just the physical lust and attachment.  

Madara slipped out of the village as the moon was at its highest and like a shadow, he descended upon the forest. Rumors kept the area empty and he found the location in no time. From behind the brush he could already see Tobirama, a white hare that stuck out harshly against the brown and green, the moonlight reflecting off his soft hair. 

The Senju was on him as soon as he became visible, making quick work of his shirt. “Been waiting all day, you know,” he whispered against Madara’s mouth as he undid as trousers. 

“But isn’t the wait worth it?” Madara smiled into his neck as he moved from his mouth. “You are always so impatient. Must do something about that.”

“Another time,” Tobirama pleaded as Madara pressed him against the tree. Madara eased off the younger’s clothes, choosing the leave on his underwear. He massaged the outside of his briefs slowly, working in circles. 

“Madara, c’mon,” he whinned against his shoulder, arms wrapped around the Uchiha’s neck. 

“Patience.”

Madara sucked hard into the crook of the Senju’s neck, the soft flesh bruising easily. He carefully removed the other’s underwear before hurriedly taking his own heat out and pushing in. The forest had been holding its breath and relief quickly set in as the sighs and moans began to echo in the dark forest. The Uchiha could hear the scraps of Tobirama’s skin against the rough tree bark, but he knew that’s just how the other liked it. He thrust on, sloppily kissing at the Senju’s needy mouth.

As he reached completion, Tobirama followed soon after. There was no aftercare, as was normal. Madara stumbled back and went over to put back on his pants but of course, the idiot Senju had to ruin it. He muttered something, never said clearly what he meant out of fear of Madara’s rejection. It made it easier because the Uchiha could just ignore his idiotic babble, but not tonight. Tonight, he couldn’t ignore it for it was too loud and obvious to both men that he knew. 

“What?” Madara asked as he looked over his shoulder at the other naked man, the underlying threat of a storm beneath his whisper. “What did you say?”

He wasn’t sure if it was fear or the moonlight that made Tobirama’s face even paler, red streaks standing out even more jaggedly. “I….I said I love you.” He could see in the dark Tobirama tense up, eyes reflecting the spinning red back at him. 

Madara shoved Tobirama away from him, the sound of the rough bark of the tree scraping against his back. “You couldn’t have just-Idiot, fucking idiot,” Madara turned around, cursing Tobirama and his loose tongue and cursing himself for feeling almost…relief when he said it. Like the breath he had been holding finally being released. It didn’t make sense to him, nor did he want to dive into it. 

But Tobirama was unaware of whatever internal battle Madara was dealing with, all he knew was that he messed up-big time. “Madara, wait, shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it,” He ran behind him, still naked and exposed, a flush from the afterglow on his face. “I’m sorry it just slipped-”

“Do you know how dangerous this already is? What the village would think of us? And you had to get your fucking feelings involved!” Madara shouted as he pushed Tobirama away from him again, causing the other to lose his balance and fall on the soft soil. 

Tobirama scrambled off the ground, brushing the offending dirt that marred his face. “I’m sorry,-”

“We will not be doing this again. You can’t be trusted with your feelings,” with my feelings. “Forget this arrangement. Don’t- don’t follow me back to my home. I want nothing to do with you.”

And that wasn’t normal, not routine, nor were the cries from Tobirama Madara tried desperately to block out as he ran as fast as he could back to Konoha.