Nov 24, 2016
u smell bad
Hashirama pushed his tears back; Tobirama would not win again, no, not this time.
“I’m sorry, ototo, but you leave me no choice.” Hashirama whipped out his AK-47 and blasted Tobirama. “Eat lead mother fucker.”
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u smell bad
Hashirama pushed his tears back; Tobirama would not win again, no, not this time.
“I’m sorry, ototo, but you leave me no choice.” Hashirama whipped out his AK-47 and blasted Tobirama. “Eat lead mother fucker.”
❝ Could we pretend that we’re in love? ❞
btw for tobirama’s comment to make sense, Izuna is alive
Madara felt Tobirama’s breath leave his chests as he pushed him roughly against the younger’s door. He struggled with the lock, the younger hot on his neck.
“Senju, relax, we haven’t even gotten into the-” with a push they stumbled noisily into the house. It was messy, as it always was with them. He hadn’t wanted to at first but under the haze of the bar lights and booze, it was hard to resist the other. And even harder when said man begged with that mouth of his. Tobirama pulled off Madara for a moment as the Uchiha closed the door, eyes narrowed.
“We don’t have enough time. When the clock hits midnight, the deals off and we walk away, right? I’m just maximizing the investment,” bored red eyes closing once more, head tilted back in invitation.
“You can be such an ass,” Madara murmured. “Must do something about that,” biting down viciously at the exposed white neck.
It was pitch black and after some fumbling and cursing, the two somehow navigated their way to the bedroom. There was no love in the way they undressed each other, just fury and heat to finish before they realized what they’d done. Muffled curses filled the room as the Senju greedily attempted to tear off the older’s clothes.
“Well,” Tobirama smirked as he fell back against the sheets. “Nows your chance to do something about me.”
Quickly sprawling over the other, Madara sat over the mouthy Senju, legs situated on either side of his hips. Leaning down, Madara continued what he was doing earlier and sucked at Tobirama’s neck, alternating between biting and lapping up trickles of blood. He moaned slightly, squeezing at Madara’s hips as he urged him to go on.
He trailed down, finally finding himself between Tobirama’s legs. He propped one over his shoulder with ease and slicked an experienced tongue against his puckered hole.
“Ah, Madara!” Tobirama half scold in surprise. “What-”
“I have to get you ready, idiot,” he scowled as he popped his head to glare at Tobirama. “Do you remember what happened last time we did this and your ass bled everywhere?”
Tobirama winced, flushing as the embarrassing memory that was all too clear in his head. “Ok, ok, you don’t have to be so mean about it.”
Madara chuckled before dipping his head down and tonguing him roughly again. Tobirama tensed before relaxing as he grew accustomed to the strange sensation. The Uchiha pushed in and out repeatedly, the Senju bucking in jolts of pleasure as Madara’s tongue brushed against his anal cavity. The Uchiha was also getting warmed up, excitement flowing through him as he ate the other out.
Finally, Madara pulled off, breathing hard as he made a flick movement with his hand. “Turn over,” he commanded without warmth to which Tobirama happily obliged. Madara reached over into the drawer by the bed, fishing around before finding the half-filled lube bottle.
Leaning down on his elbows, Tobirama kept his face in his pillow and his knees bent, rear up. After slicking himself up, Madara gripped the other’s slides and slowly moved his cheeks apart. He came in slowly, inching his length in order to accustom the other.
“Shit-” eyes wide as he bent over the other momentarily, head spinning slightly. “You’re so fucking tight. I told you if you wanted to do this shit you have to stretch yourself every now and-”
“I did!” Tobirama yelled over his shoulder indignantly. “I just didn’t expect you to do this tonight! And didn’t you warm me up already? You even have lube!”
Madara sighed and gripped his own hair. Senjus. “Eating you out and lube sometimes isn’t enough. Ok,” he huffed again. “Just expect that this is going to hurt a little and you might bleed again.”
“Whatever,” Tobirama shot back. “If I wanted soft, I would’ve fucked your brother.”
Annoyed, Madara plunged in harsh, Tobirama nearly falling over as he gasped at the hard contact. “Shit, Madara, you f-”
“If I wanted soft, I would’ve fucked your brother.” Tobirama scoffed as Madara smirked and went on.
He continued pumping, slow and rigid as he groaned against Tobirama’s obscenely pleasurable friction. He ran his hands over the younger’s smooth back, and ordered him to tilt his head back.
Fisting the soft white hair underneath him, he pulled back urgently, Tobirama’s eyes shut in sheer pleasure as he moaned loudly, fist white as he gripped the sheets beneath him.
“Madara,” he cried as the Uchiha fisted his hair in an almost painful grip. “Harder, c’mon.”
At his request, Madara pumped harder, alternating between pulling his hair back and releasing it in an almost orgasmic pleasure as the room filled with both their scents and shouts. Neither of them could last very long, Madara finishing first as he came in Tobirama.
He fell down against the bed, the Senju slumping beside him. It was quiet for a moment, the room filled with their pants as they grew more and more relaxed.
Tobirama threw an arm around Madara’s chest and rested his head against him, listening to his heartbeat relax. He traced the many scars that adorned his chest, humming in content.
“Madara,” he began slowly, the Uchiha glancing at him through a bored gaze. “Could we…could we pretend that we’re in love? Even if it’s just for a moment, I-,” Tobirama swallowed nervously as he treaded on the subject carefully. “I would greatly…appreciate it.”
For a moment, Madara even considered it- being kind to the Senju, loving even. But that wasn’t the man he was, and he laughed loudly in Tobirama’s face. Glancing at the clock, the figures 12:01AM blazed as a harsh reminder to the Senju.
“As if. You know the rules.” He got up and sloppily threw his clothes back on, Tobirama watching him mournfully. “Besides, I too was just maximizing my investment. The clock has struck and I don’t have to pretend to care for you. Not that I had ever tried before.” And just like that, he left, taking the heat of their encounter with him.
“Don’t tell a single fucking soul this happened, or else.”
Usually they waited until they were away from piercing eyes but today they couldn’t wait. In an alley behind a seedy bar, Madara ran his palms down Tobirama’s back and hips, giving his butt a gentle squeeze.
The Senju rubbed at the other’s chest before leaning in and kissing back messily, hips thrusting into the other’s crotch, eliciting a heavy moan.
“You need to be quieter,” Tobirama muttered between kisses as he squeezed at Madara’s chest approvingly, his actions deceiving the chastising tone of his. “Someone will hear us.”
“And you need to stop thinking so much, “ Madara smiled into his neck as he pushed him against the abrasive brick wall. He trailed harsh bites down his neck, the Senju’s hands playing at the Uchiha’s chest, running his hands under his shirt and squeezing at tender nipples. Madara gasped at the cold sensation, momentarily ceasing his work on the other’s neck. But he soon continued again, slipping a hand in between Tobirama’s legs and causing the other to buckle, grinning as he played the Senju at his own game.
Madara worked him faster, alternating between fingering him and stimulating his clit. Tobirama whined, his hands gripping Madara’s shoulders to the point of bruising, Madara adjusted him so that his legs rested on either side of his hips and raised him so he could get a better angle. He pumped faster, Tobirama moaning in beat.
“Who needs to be quieter now?” Madara teased, Tobirama unable to give any verbal reply only a glazed glare. After preparing him, the younger held his arms around his neck tightly as Madara let go for a moment to pull down his own tight pants.
He came in hard, and despite being prepared Tobirama shrieked and then embarrassed, he hid his face in Madara’s hard. He thrusted at a slow pace, the friction torturously slow as he slicked in and out. Tobirama lifted his messy hair up and looked into Madara’s concentrated face.
“Hurry-” he warned. “How will I finish when I have this to look at? Look away,” and not a moment later he came surprisingly fast.
Madara hurriedly pulled his pants up again as Tobirama stood shakily against the wall, still mulling over Madara’s words.
“Madara, do you really-”
“Enough. That was the deal, no talking afterwards.”
“But I-”
“Can’t you hear? This didn’t happen.”
“Sorry.”
“You look like shit.”
Post-Hashirama funeral.
“You look worse,” Madara grumbled beside him.
The funeral had been long and its toll showed on both men. It seemed when Hashirama left he took a piece of everyone with him- it felt like everyone had lost someone, as Hashirama acted as a familial figure to all those he encountered. He died much older than children who grew up in his time thought they would, yet it was still too young; the peak of adulthood, leaving everyone around him far too soon. Tobirama was robotic: giving off a small speech before stuttering out and putting his face in his hands before Toka moved him into a strong embrace and pulled him away from the understanding crowd. Madara had also given a speech but he was numb, staring at the ground. He had lost Izuna years earlier, his last sibling. In Hashirama he had found a new family and had plans to start new with him. That was all snatched from him, destiny it seemed wanted to keep the Uchiha in this constant mess of being built up only to be ripped down once again.
Tobirama mechanically thanked everyone and took their condolences. Though Madara was just as important to Hashirama, no one really warmed to him and the funeral only made him more cold, his sharingan flashing nonstop throughout the whole thing.
So that’s where the two men were now- drinking to forget, to not feel anything. Unfortunately for both soldiers, their tolerance was too high for the sake to do anything besides give them a mere buzz. Not to mention the bartender wasn’t an idiot and when he noticed the closest to Senju Hashirama stumbling into the bar to get shit-faced, he politely obliged but cut them off accordingly.
Tobirama rested his face on his bent arm over the table, regarding the Uchiha through lidded eyes. “You’re not wrong. Fuck, this is such a shit show.”
“You think Hashirama would want this?” Madara snorted melancholically over his shot class before throwing it back. “His most dearest in the world- like this?”
“Don’t-don’t talk about what he would want. Not right now.” Tobirama rested his face in his hands. “If anything he would understand. He was always like that- too understanding.”
“Walk with me, Senju,” Madara called as he disregarded Tobirama’s statements and left his seat.
“You have to pay for that!” The bartender’s shout falling on deaf ears. Sighing, Tobirama paid for both their tabs and since he had nothing better to do, since he couldn’t drink anymore, followed. Who knows, maybe talking could help both of them get over their loss.
Madara was already on the trail to his home when Tobirama caught up. “Where are we going?”
Madara shrugged. “I actually didn’t think you would follow. Anywhere, I just can’t go home. I still have…all of his stuff,” he trailed off, fumbling through his pockets for a cigarette.
Tobirama scratched the back of his neck and looked away to pretend he didn’t notice Madara’s quiver in his voice. “That’s ok. I guess…we could go to my house?”
“Sounds lovely,” Madara puffed out, Tobirama wrinkling his nose at the smoke. He followed the Senju home, both men walking in stride in silence.
At the house, Tobirama unceremoniously spread his hands out, “Here it is. Make yourself…” he ended it at that because the last thing he wanted was Madara to get too comfortable.
But Madara acted like the other had finished his thought. He put out his cigarette and moved passed him down the hall to his left.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” Tobirama called after him, more tired than annoyed.
“Of course- I helped Hashirama design these homes. We weren’t that creative,” Tobirama heard him chuckle. “All the homes have relatively the same schematic inside.”
Tobirama walked in after him and found the Uchiha rummaging through his fridge in the kitchen before producing some sake bottles.
“I don’t know about you, but that wasn’t nearly enough.”
Tobirama nodded. At least they wouldn’t have to talk- anytime alone with Madara led to…thoughts he didn’t want to go over. Getting drunk to the point of passing out would be a blessing to thinking about the funeral and Madara.
“Alright. Let’s drink in the living room.”
Sitting on the worn couch, Madara poured them each and glass and raised it to a toast.
“To new beginnings,” he smiled without warmth.
“To Hashirama,” Tobirama replied before they both took sips of the sweet sake.
For the next few hours they drank. First in silence but then they reminisced- neither had any fond memories of each other, but they did of Hashirama’s hijinks. Tears of laughter were shed when Tobirama told of a tale from childhood when Hashirama would play pranks on the other siblings, or how he bleached his own hair blonde by a bad jutsu and cried for five hours and sulked for days after.
“You know, Tobirama,” Madara replied after a few minutes of silence. “I haven’t actually…ever been in your home.” He threw back another drink and spilled some over himself. “Its not as ugly as I thought it would be.”
Tobirama only nodded in reply, studying the other over his glass but Madara continued.
“You know,” he studied the other back, a faint hint of a smirk beneath his words. “You don’t seem to have ever liked being alone with me. Is that why you never invited me?”
Tobirama squinted, sure Madara was playing some trick. Innocently acting simple questions before pouncing. But he took the bait, curiosity getting the better of him. “No, I never invited you because you were always with Hashirama and I didn’t want to intrude.”
“No,” Madara replied. “That’s not true. You’ve had us both over together, you’ve had Hashirama over alone, why not me? I always thought you hated me because I wasn’t good enough for your brother. But now I think it is something else.”
Tobirama paled and gulped his sake, the burn faint compared to the alarms in his head. “I mean, uh.” Being drunk was not helping. “I did,” he lied.“But Hashirama liked you so that was enough for me to-”
“No,” and the smile was prominent now, blazing, and he pounced at Tobirama who had idiotically taken the bait earlier. “You didn’t want to be with me because…I think you wanted me,” his grin so large his canines flashed. “You wanted my attention and when I didn’t give it to you, it hurt. But you didn’t want to hurt poor, simple Hashirama, who wouldn’t even think his own brother-”
“You arrogant, pig-headed bastard!” Tobirama flushed and tried to move away but Madara held his wrist tightly. “What’s wrong? Hit a soft spot?” His grip tighter, his grin replaced with malice.
Tobirama punched him squarely in the jaw with is free hand, freeing him as Madara clutched his face. “You’re disgusting- how dare you say this, when you were my brother’s-”
“But I got it, haven’t I?” The Uchiha’s eyes shining brightly. “I”m right.” He didn’t reach for Tobirama again, he didn’t need to. His words had sunk in.
Tobirama sat on the couch again, head in his hands as he fisted his hair angrily. For years, he had pinned after Madara. Why, he couldn’t explain. They loathed each other, yet there was this undeniably magnetic attraction. Maybe it was because Madara was so determined to defy him, or how heated Madara got when he knew he was right and wanted his way. Or how passionate he loved Hashirama and desperately, darkly, disgustedly Tobirama wanted that love too.
But when Madara picked Hashirama, Tobirama was torn. He couldn’t do anything now; Hashirama absolutely adored the man. “A gift from the divine,” he said. It would be traitorous to take him, to cheat. He would never forgive himself.
Madara knew of Tobirama’s dark secret. He would flaunt it right in his face. Oh Madara loved Hashirama alright, and they both knew this. But he loved to through lines at Tobirama, make him think even for a second he was still interested. And despite knowing it was all a sick game, Tobirama bought it because he wanted it.
He contemplated over this until Madara reached out and rubbed his knee, sending lighting through him. He jerked up and Madara was beside him staring down with a pokerface as he regarded the other.
“Listen. I’m going to make you a deal,” he leaned in and his breath tickled Tobirama’s cheek, making him shiver despite the battle of disgust and lust raging within him.
“I want to forget Hashirama. And you want me. One time, that’s all I’m asking. Yes, and I’ll lay with you. No, and I’ll be gone. Your choice.”
Tobirama’s skin prickled. It would be…unfair, sickening yet…he could feel Madara’s breath on his neck and his heat beside him and Tobirama was too weak right now to assess everything; he wanted to forget and he made his choice.
He turned to face Madara and cupped his face, the Uchiha quickly getting the message. He kissed him hard, his sharp teeth biting to draw blood on his lower lip. Tobirama groaned against the sensation, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck before Madara wordlessly stopped him and helped remove his shirt.
Clothes a heap behind them, they didn’t even make it to the bedroom, crashing on the floor. Madara had left Tobirama’s underwear on, and he knelt beside his legs. Tobirama wanted to shut his eyes to forget that this was happening, but he wanted to see Madara. That selfish side of him wanted to remember that he had finally had him, despite the fact that this would be a one time thing.
Madara tongued the outside of Tobirama’s underwear, switching between sucking and massaging his clit and lips through the fabric. It was obscene, Tobirama covering his red face in shame. “Madara, please, don’t tease, I-”
But he continued, nuzzling against the damp underwear as he took his clit in again through the fabric and sucked tantalizingly slow, moaning. The vibration heightened the sensation and Tobirama groaned, flustered beyond belief.
“Madara,” he whined.
“Shut up,” Madara spat back. “Be patient, you dog.”
It was then that Tobirama was snapped back into reality that this meant nothing for the other, that this was just a way to forget, and yet that didn’t change a thing; he was still turned on to the point of climaxing but he contained himself. This was, of course, a one time thing he wanted to cherish.
A moment later his underwear was thrown aside and Madara got on his back.
“Get over here,” and a not even a beat later the Senju obeyed. Just like a dog, he thought disgustedly to himself as he sat himself on Madara’s face.
Tobirama’s eyes shut in sheer pleasure, moaning as Madara ate him out. He tongued him slow, lapping up his lips and dipping in and out. Tobirama held the coffee table and was a complete mess; hair disheveled and face sweaty and red. His moans loud through the quiet home, shame swirling through his insides but too sloppy to care at the moment.
“Madara, I’m going to-” but just on the brink of orgasming, Madara took him off with a ‘pop!’ and set him on his back. Wordlessly again, he entered Tobirama, the friction making them both shudder in pleasure.
Throughout this whole encounter, only Tobirama had said anything or even moaned. But now Madara was vocal, mumbling incoherently at Tobirama. For a while, Tobirama thought it would end like this, neither man really saying anything. But of course, Tobirama stupidly took the bait and Madara pounced.
“Are you enjoying this, Tobirama?” He kissed his cheek sweetly, like a lover. Like he would with Hashirama, he thought.
“Y-Yes,” he stuttered between thrusts, eyes shut to avoid the stare, the damned sharingan.
“Is this what you wanted, you selfish, sick brat?” Madara grinned against his neck, Tobirama’s eyes threatening to spill over.
“Please, please just do it so we can lea-” Tobirama pleaded with the executioner but he was vehement.
“What would your poor brother, bless his silly little heart, think of you now? Pouncing on me the second he died? Shit, it hasn’t even been 24 hours.”
“I’m sorry, please I’m sorry,” Tobirama’s voice was small, tears streaming down his cheeks as all the shame and regret he had kept down so forcefully came out. “Please, Anija, I didn’t mean to, I-”
“And yet you said yes!” Madara thrusted over and over again, Tobirama moaning at the sensation through his tears. “You had the chance to say no! And now you’re hear, spilling out, legs spread before your own brother even finished decomposing. How can you live with yourself? How could you do that to your only brother, who would do so much for you?”
By now Tobirama was sobbing into Madara’s shoulder, coming with a cry as they finished. He was still crying, muttering to his poor brother as Madara got up and cleaned himself off. The Uchiha looked at the mess he caused: Tobirama’s head in his hands as his naked body was bent on the ground. It still didn’t fix anything, he thought bitterly at himself. Hashirama is dead and his last family member who he loved with his whole being was destroyed. He left the house, hands shaking so badly he couldn’t even light the damned cigarette as he stumbled home.
“I’m sorry, Anija, I’m so sorry, I-”
“I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”
my mom praised me on how well i was doing my hw and I wanted to explode
“What are you talking about?” Madara snapped over his shoulder as he hastened his retreat and attempted to leave the Senju’s home.
“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting out of this conversation this time,” Tobirama glared as he barred the exist, arms outstretched. “You know what I said!”
Huffing angrily, Madara crossed his arms and looked down at the irritating roadblock before him. “My ‘dirty little secret’? What is that suppose to mean?”
“Stop playing dumb!” Tobirama retorted back, sneering. “You- you don’t treat me like a partner. You act like…like the feelings I have are silly, as if this attraction isn’t two sided!”
“It is one sided! Shit,” Madara turned back into the house and pushed his hair back roughly. “I knew this would happen you couldn’t just be normal. You had to get too attached, you had to-”
“I’m ‘too attached’?!” Tobirama yelled, stomping after him. “As I recall, this is my house and you’re the one that came here tonight!”
Denial seared in him, blatantly avoiding Tobirama’s gaze as he found himself in the bedroom again. “Just shut up! You’re so fucking annoying, I just-”
Livid fists found his chest as the Senju pushed him back into the wall, Madara clamping his arms to stop the punches. “Let me go, Madara!”
“Then stop hitting me, you asshole! I hope you know, I absolutely loathe you!” Madara shrieked as they tumbled.
They wrestled onto the bed, Madara pinning Tobirama down as the younger continued to kick at his ribs. The Uchiha released his arms and attempted to get out, but Tobirama had other plans. He brought a curled leg up and kneed between Madara’s muscled thighs. The Uchiha flushed involuntarily, scowling down at his knowing grin.
“You ‘loathe’ me? And yet-” he tilted his head up and bit slow into Madara’s neck, the Uchiha’s eyes closing as his resolve to leave quickly deteriorated. “-you like it when I do this, don’t you?”
“Tobirama,” he mumbled entranced, hesitantly reciprocating by sucking down on the Senju’s lower lip. “I-”
“Madara, how about take your own advice for once and shut up,” chuckling as they came close together, Tobirama’s rubbing hard strokes through his messy hair, Madara’s firm hands on his sharp hips.
“Alright, but I still hate you. This doesn’t change a thing.”“Wouldn’t want it to.”
Madara moved from Tobiramas neck and kissed down his abdomen, the younger giving soft moans as the Uchiha worked on his nipples. Madara bit it hard, the younger crying out, arching his back up.
“Madara,” Tobirama sighed, petting his face lovingly. “Don’t tease me, I can’t last too long.”
“Don’t be so bossy-”
“I thought you liked it when I was bossy,” he smiled down when Madara snorted as he undid Tobirama’s pants and removed his underwear. But that was where the snark ended as the Uchiha was secretly just as excited to continue.
Madara undid his pants and positioned himself between Tobirama, his legs resting above his hips. They had been in this position a countless amount of times, yet it was always such a sight. To say the Senju was beautiful was an understatement, almost disgraceful for how little it complimented him. His legs were so smooth and soft, a sweet flush spread over him like a ripened fruit. His sharingan flashed, capturing the memory in his mind.
Tobirama shuddered as he always did with the frighteningly erotic eye trick. “Madara, please, I-”
“Sorry,” he replied huskily, swallowing hard, so excited that he didn’t even realized that he just apologized. Breathing in to steady himself, he plunged in slowly, Tobirama sucking in air harshly as Madara gave him a moment to adjusted himself.
“I’m alright, Madara,” he smiled again, eyes rolling as he caught the Uchiha’s worrying stare. Bringing him closer, he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed his nose. “Don’t worry you big idiot,” he replied playfully.
Smiling, Madara began to pump slowly, the long-awaited friction making both men groan loudly. The Uchiha captured the other in a kiss, Tobirama moaning into his mouth, tonguing him. Madara pulled back, his nose brushing slowly down his neck as he kissed again, Tobirama arching his head back with his eyes shut in ecstasy.
Madara went faster, his kisses getting sloppier. Tobirama was a mess of heat, his hair flushed around his face. A thin layer of sweat glistening over his face his body, almost glowing.
“Madara,” Tobirama moaned, so stimulated he didn’t even realize what he was saying, his face hidden in messy black hair. “I love you.”
Madara instantly froze, completely taken aback. He moved his head back to see Tobirama’s expression. “What…did you say?”
Tobirama immediately flushed at his mistake, eyes still lidded. “Please, Madara,” he whined. “Let me finish, please I promise I’ll be so good, please-”
“No,” Madara cut him off softly, Tobirama’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “Say it again.”
“I…I love you,” Tobirama replied again, his eyes wide open as he released that Madara wasn’t upset. “I love you.”
“Do you mean it?” Still unsure, untrusting. How could he? After all he put him through. “Do you really love…me?”
Tobirama smiled, cupping Madara’s cheek and bringing him in for a slow kiss. When they finally broke apart they rested their foreheads against each other. “You complete ass. Of course I do. Why else would I let someone as vile as you into my home?” Causing the other to snort in response. “Now,” he adjusted himself and flashed a flirtatious grin. “Don’t be so cruel; finish.”
Madara laughed, the knot in his stomach dissipating as he continued thrusting. Soon after he finished with a loud moan, Tobirama coming soon after.
They sat together for a moment, catching their breaths. Finally, Tobirama turned over and threw an arm around Madara’s scarred chest, chuckling into the crook of his neck. “Guess you don’t hate me so much after all?”
Madara kissed his forehead, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and pulling him close as he continued to kiss him. “I would never. I…I, uh, I,-”
“I know.”
“Are you ashamed of me?”
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Madara leaned back on the bed, one arm draped around Tobirama’s shoulders playing with his hair when the annoying drabble pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Must you always ruin the afterglow, Senju?” The question came out more harshly then he intended, the goosebumps appearing over the other’s smooth, naked skin as he tensed.
“I was just…wondering,” he shifted closer into Madara’s warmth, head lying comfortably on the Uchiha’s chest. If he wasn’t listening to it right now, Tobirama would’ve been certain there was nothing beating beneath the scarred skin. “You’re always so cold afterwards, and…in general. It seems you don’t ever care for me unless you…want me,” he dropped off quietly.
Madara rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching in his side drawer for a lose cigarette he might’ve left from the last time he was here. After fumbling around for a few seconds he felt the smooth roll beneath his fingertips, lighting it with a whisper before taking a long drag.
“What do you want me to say?” completely unconcerned as Tobirama flushed and shifted uncomfortably, his nose wrinkling from the smoke. He had told Madara constantly that he hated the smell yet the Uchiha never cared to quit.
“I want you to tell me I’m being silly, hell, mock me, even. Anything to prove that I’m not imagining your coldness,” the desperation a hair beneath the false calmness of the statement. He looked up at Madara but he merely chuckled, light ash sprinkling onto Tobirama who quickly moved away, coughing as some got in his face.
“I don’t understand what you want from me. I don’t love you,” finally meeting the Senju’s trembling gaze. “I never have, and you knew this. So why would I be ashamed of you when I don’t feel anything? I think,” he took another drag. “and I know I’m right, but I think you believed that maybe if we continued in this…play of ours, one day I would reciprocate the feeling? Is that it?” Putting out his cigarette on the side table, he leaned over Tobirama, the ash mixed in his kisses.
“You want me,” he almost singsonged into the already marred neck of the Senju from their previous fling. Tobirama groaned, arms already around Madara’s neck like a routine as he got on his back. “And you know you can’t have me,” he bit lightly into the crook of his neck, the younger lightly protesting, “Madara, you can bite harder, I -”
His statement was cut short by Madara’s cruel laughter which shut him up instantly. “Look at you! You won’t even let these scars heal, for fear you would lose any proof of me being here. It’s sad! It’s laughable. Mercy, what would people think of you?” Tobirama hid his face over Madara’s shoulder, eyes shut as he desperately tried to tune out the Uchiha’s bitter truths.
Madara pulled back almost immediately, wiping blood from his mouth. He fell back on his elbows, grinning wickedly at the disheveled Tobirama.
“Here is your chance to prove to me how much you love me. Pleasure me, Senju, and I will see the validity of your devotion.”
Tobirama’s eyes reduced to narrow, hated slits. “What do you think I am! I’m not some-”
“And yet you are,” Madara chuckled darkly. “You will do it, because you want to. And I won’t force you because I won’t have to.”
Sickened with himself, head heavy as his heart twisted into rigid knots, Tobirama stumbled on his knees over to Madara. He took his half-hard length in his mouth, groaning as he slicked up and down. Wrapping a steady hand and the base, Tobirama pumped tantalizing slow, desperately hoping to draw this out as long as he could before Madara left again.
Madara groaned shamelessly as he fisted Tobirama’s soft hair, the Senju moaning appreciatively at the rough sensation.
“Faster, Tobirama,” at which the younger’s skin prickled.
“Do you…like it when I say your name?” Madara smiled almost genuinely. “Very well then. You’re doing so good, Tobirama. Beautifully so, Tobirama, better than anyone has done for me before,” rolling his name over and over again as he reached climax, Madara and the Senju’s visions almost blurring from pleasure.
As soon as it was over Madara got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, Tobirama scrambling after him. He leaned against the edge of the bathroom tentatively, watching Madara clean himself off with a towel.
“Leaving?” he asked. Though he knew the answer, it didn’t hurt any less.
“What reason do I have for staying?” The Uchiha replied passively, brushing the younger off as he left the bathroom to put his clothes on.
Tobirama winced at the cold remark, Madara finishing his fastens as he regarded the Senju over his shoulder.
“You know the rules. This didn’t happen.”
“Of course.”
"I feel so miserable without you, it's almost like having you here."
poor tobirama :(
A ghost of a sinister smirk pulled at the corners of Madara’s mouth. “Ha ha Senju, is that why you called me here? I thought we were going to work tonight.”
Tobirama frowned in his chair as he self-consciously adjusted his Hokage hat and robes, Madara looming beside him as he looked over official reports and pointedly ignoring the Senju.
“I don’t care much for your trivial emotions,” the Uchiha replied flatly. “I am only here to make sure you don’t cheat my clan as you have so vehemently have in the past.”
“Madara, for the hundredth time, I have the interest of all the villagers in my heart. I just-”
“Bullshit!” The older barked, the paper in his hands trembling slightly in his fury. “You are trying to push us out, and I know it. Your dislike for the Uchiha is entirely transparent! From childhood you have hated us, and-”
“And you haven’t?” Tobirama shot icily back, rising from his desk. “Killing my own clan- my poor brothers-”
“YOUR BROTHERS?!” Madara bellowed back, sharingan spinning viciously. “You-you’re the one that took my brother away from me!” His temper was too much, he threw a vicious punch squarely in the Senju’s jaw, but the other was too quick. Tobirama caught it and pushed Madara against the wall.
“What are you going to do now, Hokage-sama? Finish me off?” Madara leered darkly as Tobirama held him back with all his might.
“No, shit,” Tobirama sighed. “I just wanted to get work done tonight. Why does this always happen? Can’t you for once put all this garbage behind us?”
“How hypocritical, when you won’t even do the same. You know,” Madara glared. “Someone ought to teach you some manners. Give you a punishment.”
“Me? Manners? Punishment?” The white haired man guffawed. “I’m the Hokage- it is you who should beg for my forgiveness, Madara.” He stared back defiantly into glowing spirals, the flare of death that he had been raised by his clan his whole life to run from.
“Oh? You want me to beg? For what?” Madara sneered, eyes dark as he smiled mockingly, an idea coming to him. “What disservice have I done that caused this, oh beloved-” he leaned forward, head tilted as the Senju stood confused at the other’s next move. The Uchiha’s lips brushed at the curve of his neck, hairs raising at the proximity of the touch. Madara began to bite gently at the younger’s neck between praises, “-honorable, respected, Hokage-sama?”
Tobirama froze, face heating up as Madara bit harder at each word, lapping up gentle splashes of blood that trickled down the younger’s neck. “Madara-”, he attempted to move away but the heat of Madara’s body against him made him feel singed, heat from touch alone slowly spreading through him, like that of a deadly forest fire.
“Don’t,” the Uchiha mumbled between sharp bites, drawing out pained gasps from the Hokage as he sensed his hesitation. “I know why you invite me here. Always late at night, pining after me like an idiot school boy.” he smiled deeper as Tobirama whined, hiding his embarrassed face in Madara’s wild hair.
“It would be pathetic if it wasn’t so funny-” pulling back he easily pushed Tobirama back into his office chair. “Fuck, what would your precious village say? What would Hashirama, bless his decomposing heart, say? I can just imagine his poor face, like kicking a puppy into the rain-”
“Madara,” Tobirama’s voice trembling, gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles turned white. “That is enough.”
But the Uchiha continued on, his tone getting sharper, more coarse. “Rough subject? Dead brothers? I know its still fresh, like the light soil upon him. When was it? Two weeks ago? He’s probably still turning over in his grave and here you are, wanting to fuck his ex-lover-”
At this Tobirama stopped replying, hot angry tears at the corner of his eyes as he glared up from his chair, a vicious gaze that would usually send his enemies running. Those people, however, ran because they had something to lose. For Uchiha Madara, nothing seemed to matter anymore.
“You couldn’t even keep your eyes off me while he and I were together. It’s sick”, at this he slapped Tobirama harshly across the face, loud in the empty office, and the other took it. “Did he know? Did he know that his own brother, his last remaining family member’s heart betrayed him this way? You didn’t want him to have me, you wanted me all to yourself,” at this he dropped to his knees, settling between the Senju’s legs as he, mortified at himself, gripped his shamed face in his hands.
“No,” his voice muffled as he sniffled in spite of himself. Looking up, his face was an ugly red, splotchy and puffy. “I didn’t want this, I didn’t want any of this to happen this way, this ugly, mutilated thing we have-”
“Well now, Tobirama,” Madara interrupted as he gripped the younger’s knees apart, grinning up at him. “Now you have me, whether you like it or not.”
Tobirama gasped, bewildered. “What are you doing? I don’t understand why you’re-”
Madara sharply clicked his tongue as if it was some simple concept that stupid, idiot Tobirama had failed to understand yet again. “I want to praise the great Hokage-sama, all of him. Don’t take off your adornments,” he snapped as the other feebly tried to remove his hat. “It suits you,” he spat.
Tobirama sighed as he leaned his head back against the chair, utterly disgusted with himself as he pulled his robes and bunched it above his hips, Madara elated to see that the Senju’s underwear was already wet.
“You really are a piece of work, you know that? Completely, obscenely fucked up,” he chuckled as he moved in, nipping at his underwear and pulling it gently off his legs. His nose brushed softly against Tobirama’s clit and he moaned softly.
“Don’t be so…” he rubbed the back of his neck timidly. “Gentle. Be harsh with me I-” words failing him. He wanted it to be jarring, brutal, searing pain. Everything Madara said was true, his subconscious whispered. Disgusting. Vile. Traitor.
“No, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you Tobirama?” Madara licked a thin strip along the vagina to the clit, the Senju’s feet curling as the other held his leg down. “Pain to make up for what you’ve done, what you feel. No. I want to love you,” his tone deceptively sweet. “Like you deserve. Like you desire,” using skilled fingers, he pulled apart the inner folds and tongued tantalizing slow.
Tobirama moaned, half in emotional agony and half in pleasure. His head was on fire, senses blown out, split between fight and flight. This sickly sweet, tainted love. His body didn’t know how to react.
The Uchiha continued to swirl inside him, alternating between working on his inner folds and the clit. Covering his mouth, gentle tears trickled from the sides of the Senju’s eyes, huffing gently before finishing too fast.
Madara wiped his mouth and got up like it was nothing. Then again, it was nothing to him. He smiled down as the younger was hunched over in his chair, clutching his arms with his head bowed over his soiled robes. Madara smiled, leaning back against the desk as he regarded the disheveled, destroyed mess that was once Senju Tobirama.
“Look at you. Hail, Hokage-sama. The will of fire.”
‘I thought I lost you’
Embarrassed, Madara hugged back just as tight, another hand stroking Tobirama’s fluffy hair.
“You didn’t lose me, I’m right here.”
“When Hashirama came back alone and looked so devastated, I-” he buried his head deeper into the crook of Madara’s neck. “I thought for sure you were gone for good.”
“Nonsense. What, you have so little faith in me you thought I was gone the second there was trouble?” He tiled Tobirama’s chin up and met his wet eyes. “You Senjus, always underestimating the fight of Uchihas!”
Tobirama smiled, wiping his eyes. “I didn’t know, I was so worried. I’ve lost so much already I didn’t-” he sniffled as he wiped his eyes again. “I couldn’t lose you too.”
“Then let us celebrate. We’re together, and nothing should spoil it.”
Gently, Tobirama smiled as he took Madara’s hardened hands in his, turning them over and over again as he guided the other to his bedroom. It was like a dream, it was that obvious this was routine for them; Tobirama got on his back, laughing as Madara bit slow kisses into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around the strong neck of the Uchiha, Madara lifting up his legs above his hips.
Their moans and the scent of sweat filled the room, Madara increasing the intensity of his bites as the younger arched to meet the hot mouth. They finished together, Madara resting his tired head on soft skin.
“I love you,” the Senju mumbled as the Uchiha soon fell asleep.
“I love you, Uchiha Madara.”