picking up stardust - Chapter 2 teaser
Teaser of the second chapter of this!
Also, alternate version of the beginning of this.
One moment Madara is held against a wall by Tobirama’s fist in the collar of his robes, the next he’s pressed flush against a strong chest, a low rumbling right next to his ear.
He shivers from head to toes.
“Back. Off!” Kitsune snarls at the Senju, once more back in his masked shinobi appearance.
Tobirama blinks, utterly taken aback though his surprise and befuddlement are not really visible on his face.
“What?”
Madara would like to ask the same thing but he’s distracted. He can feel Kitsune’s growl through his back; can feel it resonating through his friend’s ribcage and reverberating in his own. Muscled arms encircle his waist and his companion has taken advantage of the one centimetre he has over the Uchiha to put his chin over Madara’s shoulder. This close, he can smells the dango they’d been snacking on earlier mixed with a windy scent and…ramen? Somehow, it suits him.
Kitsune shifts his stance slightly, pressing his hands against Madara’s belly, sharp nails pinpricking his skin through his clothes… Hold on, nails? Since when? The Uchiha is kept from freaking out about claws – which shouldn’t be this sexy – when Kitsune flattens his hands to bring him even tighter against his body. So close he can feel the light-weight armour sewn into the cloak and guess at the muscles hidden beneath!
If he wasn’t already utterly smitten and totally far past swooning, his legs wouldn’t be able to hold him right now. As it is, he can’t quite hold back a little whimper.
Or his blush.
A throat clearing brings him back to the present to realise that one, Tobirama is still here, watching with an arched eyebrow Madara makes a fool of himself and two, Kitsune is beginning to oscillate between rumbling and purring, obviously feeling proud of himself. And three, there is a faint flush high on Tobirama’s cheekbones.
Madara flails. With a screech, he puts a hand on his friend’s head to attempt to push him away. It doesn’t work. If anything, Kitsune’s embrace tightens.
The Senju is of no help at all. His only reaction is to straighten and his second eyebrow to arch as well.
“I caught him first. Go catch your own mate.”
Madara freezes. What?












