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With a perfectly executed sideways ankle kick and seamless wrist grab, Madara brought their prey down and slammed him into the mossy ground.
They’d been chasing him for hours, strategizing and playing off of one another to lead their charge into ambush over ambush until they finally tired him out enough to pin down. Izuna smirked and sauntered over to the two on the ground, taking in the sight of their victory.
Madara was kneeling, bent over their captured prey, holding him immobilized by one arm and the back of the neck. It looked like he was exerting some pressure in the double hold, preventing any escape. As Izuna reached their side, the struggling slowed down and stopped finally.
It was oddly disconcerting, seeing Tobirama held down like this. His white hair spread across the ground in stark contrast to the forest floor. His clever hands curled into fists, one on the ground, one where Madara held it by the wrist, pressed into his lower back.
Izuna crouched on the other side of him and reached down to place an open palm between his shoulder blades in a symbolic hold. He met his brother’s eyes briefly before returning his stare to their common prey. This still felt unreal, even with the way he could feel minute tremors running through Tobirama’s body with every shallow breath he took.
“This hunt is over,” Madara said in the quiet between them, “You’ve been caught.” His voice clear and uncompromising, like when he gave orders to their clansmen, but not harsh. That wasn’t needed here, Tobirama was not so stupid as to try to keep fighting them after he’d been pinned.
He gave a nod, the slightest movement of his head that must have rubbed his face into the dirt. Didn’t say a word.
Making eye contact with his brother, Izuna reached to grab him by the other wrist as Madara moved his hand from neck to shoulder. Together they pulled him up and stood in one smooth motion.
He didn’t even protest being manhandled, didn’t do anything but look to the side and refuse to meet their eyes as Izuna stepped even closer. Incensed and looking for a reaction, he pressed their chests together and took another step, pushing Tobirama right back into Madara’s chest. It didn’t so much as earn him a gasp, just silence and the feel of a rabbit-quick heartbeat.
The euphoria of the hunt was still enough to keep Izuna excited, even despite their prey’s stubborn silence.They’d caught him, as he’d known they would.
Madara leant his head on Tobirama’s from behind, mouth close to his ear as he took in the moment. Tobirama was just slightly taller than both of them. Izuna’s eyes were level with his nose. He was still refusing to meet them.
“No genjutsu,” Izuna found himself promising spontaneously. That earned him a wary sideways look, but not actual eye contact. Still, it was some progress from the tense silence of before.
“Not even any bondage,” Madara continued with a bit of a smirking edge to it, “if you can behave yourself and not put up a fuss.” Tobirama glared at that, narrow red eyes flicking to the side where Madara’s face was leant over his shoulder, head not moving in the slightest.
“I know how this is meant to unfold,” he hissed through tightly clenched teeth, a sharp edge to his voice. Izuna would almost be jealous that his brother got more of a reaction than him, but then they had time. And he was surprisingly reluctant to tease. Tobirama looked like a trapped, frightened beast between them, too proud to cower. Even Madara hesitated to push, at that tone.
Izuna raised his hand, the one not busy holding onto a strong, bony wrist, to stroke away the dirt clinging to Tobirama’s white cheek. The impulse to be tender was surprising even to himself, but Izuna went with it.
“You put up a great fight,” he whispered, mouth curving into a proud grin as he thought back on the start of the night. “I knew you would, obviously,” he continued as Tobirama’s bright red eyes flickered over his face in question. His breath was carefully controlled, mouth tight where Izuna’s thumb pressed into the corner.
That face Izuna knew so well felt still under his hand, though the muscles in Tobirama’s jaw were still clenched where his pinky was stretched out to feel. His mouth was pink with exertion, thin lips pressed tight and frowning.
Izuna wanted to taste, suddenly, and to feel much more of that living heat pressed against his chest. Was this the adrenaline from the hunt speaking? Madara’s eyes met his over Tobirama’s shoulder, incensed but cautious. Right.
How did one go about warming up someone as cold and wary as Senju Tobirama? No point relying on his older brother for that one - Madara was mostly good at showing up and waiting for his lovers to swoon at his face and muscles and general battle prowess. Izuna was the one regularly sent on seduction missions, fast-talking his way into one noble’s house or another’s.
“Are you planning for us to stand here for the rest of the night then?” Tobirama quipped when it seemed they had waited too long to start the claiming proper. His voice was no less tense, though, and his heart stuttered with adrenaline despite the respite from running. Izuna stroked his cheek some more, then along his hairline and temple.
“Patience, patience,” he chided softly, tone softer than he’d meant it to come out. “How about you give me a kiss before rushing me into bed, handsome?”
Tobirama shot him a glare at the glib tone, or more like gave an angry look to his left ear. Madara, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow at him as though he was wondering where Izuna planned to go with this. But it wasn’t him who knew Tobirama best, who’d fought him over the last decade and more.
A shinobi’s fighting instincts were the closest thing they had to knowing their new spouse’s vulnerabilities. But, more than that, Izuna wanted to get rid of the suppressed fear thrumming through Tobirama’s frame, the mute, unfamiliar tension in his old rival’s jawline. It wouldn’t be an auspicious start to their marriage, otherwise.
And… Helplessness wasn’t a good look on Tobirama. It burned unpleasantly in Izuna’s chest, to have to see him like this.
“One kiss,” he said, a bit more seriously now but still with a smile, “for me, and one for nii-san, just to be fair. What do you say?” He was leaning in as he spoke, and caught the glare but also the slight lifting of a proud chin. Good.
No point in waiting for more confirmation than that - Tobirama wouldn’t bother to give it, not when they all knew it wasn’t really needed.
Their lips pressed together drily, and the muscle in Tobirama’s jaw twitched under his hand at the sensation. Izuna kissed him as gently as he knew how, felt breath rush against his face and stroked his thumb in tiny circles across the soft skin of his cheek.
It felt more real now, this night and its eventual conclusion, with the warmth of skin under his hands and mouth.
This was really happening, and Izuna felt a sudden rush of possessive pleasure fill his chest. Riding the unexpected rush, he deepened the kiss, opened his mouth to run his tongue tip along the line of Tobirama’s lips. They were trembling.
He pulled back just a second to make eye contact, and was again denied as Tobirama’s eyes were closed. Eyelids trembled delicately. Izuna moved his thumb to run over the thin, soft skin under one eye as he asked, “Alright?”
That did earn him a look, almost curious but squinty with suspicion and nerves, and Izuna leaned in to kiss him again and slid his tongue between those now-loose lips.
Tobirama’s mouth tasted like thunderstorms, or maybe it was just the adrenaline talking. Pressed helplessly against him like this, Madara there to throw the balance overwhelmingly in Izuna’s favour, Tobirama felt like a wholly different person than the man Izuna knew from the battlefield.
The chakra thrumming under his hands still felt familiar, though, pushed at his fighting instinct. The combination of factors was more enticing than Izuna had anticipated, and he was quickly going from mildly interested to turned on. He fucked his tongue into that pliant mouth for long moments before letting go of the wet, pink lips.
“You taste good,” Izuna heard himself say in a rough tone, eyes running over Tobirama’s face to try and gauge his reaction. He looked somewhat less nervous, now, and that was good. His rival wasn’t meant to be so easily cowed.
A sharp intake of breath drew his attention to that pink mouth again, then down to where Madara was placing small kisses on their future husband's neck, along the pale skin and up behind his ear.
Tobirama didn’t seem to know what to do with it, his sharp eyes slightly wide with wary assessment. Izuna would have to help this entire thing along, obviously.
“Are you going to give nii-san a kiss, too?” he asked, tone teasing, hoping to rile him up. It earned him a glare, predictably, and he smirked in turn as he used the hand still cupping a pale cheek to turn Tobirama’s head towards his brother’s.
Madara didn’t hesitate to lean in and take a kiss, keeping his eyes open all the while. Tobirama closed his, and seemed to open his mouth in compliance but didn’t move to respond.
It was odd to still stand so close, chest pressed to Tobirama’s as before, while the two of them kissed. It was also nothing like those times he’d walked in on his brother letting off steam with someone post-battle, for some reason. It made sense in a way, this was the husband they were meant to share, after all, but Izuna was glad for the lack of awkwardness.
As the kiss taking place right under his nose appeared to deepen, Izuna felt justified in running his own palm all over the pale skin exposed in front of him. He trailed careful fingers over Tobirama’s sharp jawline and down the smooth column of his throat.
His rival’s features were really delicate, like this, and his skin was thin and soft. Once he reached the edges of the other shinobi’s collar he slipped fingertips underneath, across his collarbones and back up until he could feel skin twitching and Tobirama’s face scrunched up.
The kiss broke under his watch, and Madara had a dark look in his eyes as he studied their prize.
“Are you going to play the doll for us all night, then?” his brother asked, and Izuna almost twitched. He’d hesitated to address the unexpected stillness and acquiescence of their spouse himself, though it irritated him. He couldn’t help but think, however, that it was impossible to tell how he himself might react in a similar situation. And he didn’t want to push and break Tobirama’s pride. It stung to even think about that possibility.
“Would you prefer me to put on a show of struggling?” Tobirama replied before Izuna could make up his mind on how to react. His voice was sharp and somehow bitter, as though the question offended him.
“I did expect you to protest this more, to be fair,” Izuna jumped in with a light tone, trying to keep the tension from escalating. Honestly, he’d not known what to expect, but this obeisance felt as odd to him as it evidently did to his brother. Tobirama finally met his eyes at that, shooting him a quick narrow look before he turned away.
“I agreed to this hunt,” he bit out, harsh and steady, jaw tense again. “This will bring peace between our clans. Are you here to ensure that, or do you simply want to be entertained?”
Once again, Izuna felt a pang at the weary tension in his long-time enemy. It felt entirely wrong, to see Tobirama this vulnerable and know he could be cruel about it with no consequence. Know they all knew how weak his position was.
“We’re well aware of what you agreed to,” Madara whispered, right against pale white skin, and Izuna imagined he could see goosebumps rise. Madara placed a kiss on the column of Tobirama’s throat before continuing, heedless of the startled stillness in their charge. “We’re not ungrateful.”
Izuna didn’t bother to add his piece, just stroked at Tobirama’s chest again and leaned his face in to press a light kiss to the other side of his throat. Words were unlikely to bring them anything more at this stage than delay what they all knew was coming, and he didn’t want the mood to get any more broody than it did.
What he wanted was to make this night a good enough experience to set the stage for a fulfilling marriage, which Izuna damned well intended to have. Tobirama was competent and strong and attractive, a worthy bride for himself and his brother. It made him almost giddy with excitement and lust, honestly, to linger on the thought that this man was his now.
Madara gave him a significant look and Izuna nodded in return, ready to get to their wedding night, as Tobirama had already urged. He was to be their husband, all that was left was to claim him.
“I’m going to touch you now.” Izuna announced into the silence that had fallen between them, bringing Tobirama’s sharp eyes back to himself. They’d waited long enough, and hesitation did them no good here.
Letting go of Tobirama’s wrist meant the hunt aftermath was officially over, and Madara gave him a look and let go at the same time Izuna did. They didn’t back up though, and Izuna knew Madara must have wrapped his hands around Tobirama’s hips even as he reached down to slide his hands under the man’s shirt.
Izuna didn’t take any time before sliding his hands across warm skin, feeling muscles contract under his palms as he brought them to the sides of Tobirama’s waist. Red eyes slid shut at that, and Izuna could hear a sharp intake of breath as he leaned forward to drop some kisses across his husband’s pale jawline.
Madara’s hands were running up and down Tobirama’s hips, the tops of his thighs. The two of them were obviously of a mind to get their husband in the mood as fast as possible.
Izuna was feeling explorative too, palming Tobirama’s ribcage as he ran his hands up and almost into his armpits, forcing Tobirama to lift his own arms awkwardly to the sides. He didn’t wrap them around Izuna’s shoulders like a lover might have, but that could come with time.
A much sharper gasp brought his attention back to Tobirama’s face from where he’d been leaning back to study the flashes of white skin revealed by the shirt he’d been pushing up with his forearms. Madara was busy sucking on their husband’s earlobe and Tobirama looked quite shocked at the attention, for some reason.
His red eyes were wide and staring into the empty forest, before slamming shut as Madara moved to lick around the shell of his ear and slip his tongue inside. Tobirama’s mouth fell open just slightly, breaths coming fast, and Izuna could feel his heart thrum under his ribs in the most delightful way.
Warming up more and more to this scenario, he ran his hands down along their husband’s rib cage and to his front, where abdominal muscles flinched under light caresses as if ticklish. Izuna felt them carefully, sliding his palms down that hot, flat belly to the edge of Tobirama’s light combat pants.
He’d come dressed for the hunt, as they had, with little armour and unfussy clothing. Madara’s big hands were squeezing at his slim hips, fingers digging into the tops of muscular thighs Izuna remembered having had wrapped around his throat on one occasion. What had seemed like a dangerous position at the time turned into dangerous and hot retrospectively, and it was heady to be able to think to himself `I’ll explore that possibility later`.
For now, he allowed his own palms to skim the top of Tobirama’s pants, fingertips sliding just slightly underneath the waistband to tease his lower abdomen. His hip bones were sharp and tempting, and the muscles around them fit Izuna’s fingertips perfectly when he went to circle and stroke.
Meanwhile Madara let go of Tobirama’s ear with a wet, satisfied sound, and Izuna could have sworn he saw the edges of a blush along the unmolested ear when he leaned in to kiss right next to it. He wanted to hear moans, suddenly, or whatever noises someone like Senju Tobirama might make during sex.
“I’m going to suck you off now,” he announced, making brief eye contact with Madara for confirmation before sliding to his knees. His belly felt hot with anticipation, cock already half-hard just from stroking along their husband’s gorgeous body.