MadaTobi "Equivalent exchange! I'm gonna gave you half of my life so give me half of yours!" Please?
Sorry for the wait! I hope you don’t mind, but I tweaked the quote just a little bit to fit in the story a little better. Hope you like it!
Madara can’t help but roll his eyes, an amusing grin tugging at his lips but carefully hidden behind his high collar. Tobirama had been going on and on about something science related for the better part of an hour now and while Madara loved his boyfriend, he’d tuned out after 20 minutes give or take. Not that Tobirama had any idea as Madara had yet to take his eyes off the Senju. While the subject had failed to hold his interest, Tobirama’s passion for it had him enthralled. Uchiha did love passionate partners after all.
Partners, Madara thinks again, mentally testing out the word as he feels color rise to his cheeks. It had a nice ring to it, and if Madara didn’t think Tobirama would turn him down before he could finish the question, he would have proposed to the stubborn Senju a while ago.
“Madara?” Hearing his name, especially in such a different tone, jolts Madara back to the present and he blinks a few times as he refocuses his attention on Tobirama.
“Yes love?”
“You’re blushing,” Tobirama states, because he’s never been one to ask questions about their relationship, only make observations.
“Ah,” the Uchiha mutters with a shrug, “sorry my mind wandered for a moment. What were you saying?”
“I was talking about equivalent exchange,” Tobirama huffs, his eyes hardening at the idea that Madara had been ignoring him, “not that I would expect an uncultured swine like you to understand.”
“The principle that to gain something, something of equal value must be lost,” Madara states, smirking when Tobirama’s eyes widen in surprise, “I’m familiar with the concept, though not by that name exactly.”
“What else could it be called?”
“The Uchiha don’t have a specific name for it,” Madara admits knitting his fingers together so he can rest his chin on them as he leans forward slightly, “just the belief that we came from ashes, borrow the great flame’s power throughout our lives and in turn one day the great flame returns us to ashes. Our clan has always been linked to phoenixes for this reason.”
“Intriguing,” Tobirama mutters, the glint in his eyes sending a zing of arousal down Madara’s spine. “Well that cuts down on what I need to explain.”
“What does equivalent exchange have to do with anything?” Madara asks, confusion clear in his tone as he tries to figure out the leap the stupid genius had taken this time.
“As I’ve been saying, if you’d been paying attention,” Tobirama chides and Madara just rolls his eyes again, “is that the research I found on people from a far off country explained how alchemists used to believe in that principle; I believe these alchemists were early users of chakra. Their belief interested me, admittedly I hadn’t realized you Uchiha had such a similar belief and now I really want to dig into your archives and see if there is a connection-”
“You’re rambling again.”
“Oh,” and this time it’s Tobirama’s turn to flush. “Sorry…what I’ve been trying to say, about equivalent exchange, is I’ll give you half of my life, so you give me half of yours.”
Madara nearly falls off his cushion in shock. He must have heard that wrong, because there was no way Tobirama “I hate romance” Senju had just proposed to him. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Madara begins cautiously, “but it sounds like you just proposed to me.”
“That is correct,” Tobirama mutters, hurt flickering across his face for a second before he hides everything behind a blank mask. “I understand that I’m not the ideal husband, but we’ve known each other for awhile and I thought we were compatible. I’m sorry if I was wrong, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable, just surprised,” Madara says, a large grin slowly stretching across his face, “I’d love to give you half my life you dork, only you would pop the question so suddenly and formally.”
“Sorry?” Tobirama is clearly torn between joy and confusion and the disgruntled look on his face has Madara laughing before he tugs the younger man across the table for a kiss.
“I love you the way you are Tobirama,” he mutters against the other’s lips, “and anyone that doesn’t think you’re the perfect match for me will find themselves on the wrong end of my gunbai.”
“How violently romantic,” Tobirama chuckles, tugging Madara back in for another kiss.
83. Intimate Artistry & 92. Kink (list can be found here)
Tobirama is just getting into the art world and desperately wants someone to model for him, but doesn’t know anyone to ask. Hashirama knows a guy, who owes him a favor, and arranges for the model to work with Tobirama. Madara is a world famous model who reluctantly owes Hashirama a favor, and has sworn never to go drinking with the bastard again. He ends up modeling for Tobirama and finds he really enjoys being the sole focus of Tobirama’s gaze.
After a few rounds of relatively safe modeling, Madara starts to goad Tobirama into trying something more risque. Because neither one can back down from challenge it ends with Tobirama tying Madara up and then drawing him. Except being tied up and helpless is a huge kink for Madara and it doesn’t take Tobirama long to figure it out. This leads to Tobirama finding new and more creative ways to tie Madara up. And to Madara learning Tobirama can make him cum without touching him, who knew he had a praise kink?
Eventually Tobirama’s art shifts to fucking Madara after tying him up and then drawing the aftermath. Tobirama becomes a world renown artist, his artwork always sell for above asking price, and Madara only ever models for him.
You're in college? I have no idea. Are you a second year or third tear? I'm first year BTW.😊😊
I am in college, I have been for awhile lol. My college journey has been a bit odd, but I’m considered a 3rd year student :D and that’s awesome! How’s your first year going?
Kakashi revealed his ghoul nature to his friends when he was five when he accidentally summoned his kagune. His main attack is using rinkaku and bikaku in same time
A/N: Thank you for your wonderful writing idea! <3 I must admit that I got a little sidetracked while writing this but I hope you like the story anyway. ^^
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The full moon shone brightly above the tree line. Obito loosened his grip and let the lifeless body of an unfortunate Root member drop to the ground. This night was more eventful than Obito had anticipated. Maybe following Kakashi to the outskirts of Konoha had been a mistake. While Obito wasn’t too sorry for the Danzō’s lapdog, he hadn’t been on a killing mood.
The same couldn’t be said about Kakashi.
”Are you stalking him again?” Zetsu rose from the ground and tilted its head.
”No,” Obito replied, slightly annoyed. He wasn’t stalking anyone, he was just making sure that Bakashi wasn’t causing too much trouble. Someone had to and Obito had found out that he was the best person for the job since Kakashi couldn’t scent him, thanks to the pair of Sharingan they shared.
Obito also happened to be one one of the very few people who knew about Kakashi’s true nature and probably the only one who knew how out of control Kakashi had been lately. His other friends couldn’t follow him unnoticed, they couldn’t keep an eye out for him even if they wanted to.
”Are you sitting on a corpse?” the chatterbox plantling was asking a way too many questions.
”He always covers his friend’s tracks. This one must be one of the witnesses the ghoul kid missed,” the other half of Zetsu answered the question.
Thankfully.
Obito didn’t feel like explaining that he had strangled a Root member with his bare hands mere seconds before Zetsu’s arrival.
Hiding Kakashi’s debatable activities was getting harder and harder. That didn’t seem to sit well with Zetsu. It kept telling that Obito had to stop spending so much time in Konoha and that was true. The world was going to be rebuilt. It was pointless to care about the affairs that took place in this absurd reality.
But…
Kakashi was an exception.
Obito preferred him alive. As pathetic as it was, he still cared about the bastard and nothing could change that.
In his mind, Obito compared Kakashi to a nasty blister on his heel. Thinking about Kakashi wasn’t exactly painful but his existence was annoying enough to keep Obito aware of it.
Obito glanced at the grim figure feasting on the remains of throughoutly flayed men. He had never seen Kakashi like this.
Perhaps the mission Danzō had assigned to Root was so precarious that it had been too much to stomach even for Kakashi. He was usually too obedient to question his authorities but there was a slight possibility that even he had his limits.
Obito had kept his distance, just like he always did. Kakashi had seemed pretty persistent about living his life in Konoha. That’s why Obito had never entertained the idea of revealing the truth and asking Kakashi to leave the village. The thought itself was absurd, stupid.
Stupidly absurd.
But something had changed.
”He won’t get away with this, will he?” Obito mumbled. It was only a matter of time before the village higher-ups would find out about several Root members’ disappearance. Sure, Kakashi was powerful and a force to be reckoned with but he wouldn’t be able to survive that long with all the best hunters chasing after him.
”Don’t do anything stupid,” the chatterbox plantling warned as Obito rose up and turned his gaze to Kakashi. He shouldn’t have been willing to take a risk here but then again, Kakashi had always brought the stupid out of him.
And in all fairness, this was far from the worst ideas Obito had tried.
The long protrusions poking out of Kakashi’s back began to pull back into his body and soon enough the nightmarish creature was gone and there was a young man, clothes torn and soaked in blood but other than that, he seemed just so…
Ordinary and vulnerable.
”You missed one,” Obito informed as he stepped out of the shadows finally. Kakashi turned towards him, too exhausted to start another fight.
”You,” his tone sounded tired but there was still a glimpse of wariness in his eyes. ”You don’t have a scent.”
Obito rolled his eye.
”Or maybe someone hit your nose too hard,” he suggested.
Kakashi clenched his teeth.
”That’s unlikely,” he claimed. ”Who are you?”
”It shouldn’t matter,” Obito said. ”A friend, if you will.”
Kakashi raised his eyebrows.
”You hide your face, refuse to tell me your name and you’re wearing a robe associated with a well-known terrorist group,” he pointed out. ”That’s not convincing.”
”And you just murdered a bunch of people and disregarded pretty much every article of the Ghoul Countermeasures Law,” Obito countered.
But he wasn’t going to tell Kakashi not to be picky with his allies.
Obito slid off his mask slowly and watched how Kakashi expression went from exhausted to absolutely bewildered. He gasped, stuttering something incomprehensible and for the first time ever Obito saw his eyes glistening with tears.
Apparently, he had forgotten his ninjas-don’t-cry policy.
But when Kakashi jumped up and pulled Obito in a long and hard hug, Obito didn’t flinch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Kakashi – admittedly, awkwardly – and patted Kakashi’s back.
”I thought you were dead,” Kakashi’s voice was so weak that Obito felt a light pinch in his heart. ”Where have you been?”
”Oh, you know here and there,” it wasn’t really an answer but to Obito’s surprise, Kakashi didn’t question it any further. Instead, he squeezed Obito tighter.
”Take me with you.”
”W-what? Bakashi, are you sure if…”
”Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”
”Um…”
No, not really.
But then again, Akatsuki could use a ghoul.
And maybe – just maybe – Kakashi was someone worthy of having around even in this stupid, fucked up reality where the most heartwarming experience one could have was to be hugged breathless by someone who had just brutally murdered some of Konoha’s most dangerous special force operatives.
