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Tobirama followed steps behind her older brother, and head of the Senju clan, Hashirama. A scowl formed deep in her brows as they entered the Uchiha estate. She withheld the instinct to spit on the very ground as they entered. The scolding Hashi would give her later for being so unceremoniously rude almost wasn’t worth it. Almost. Hashi had already lectured her to be on her best behavior since they were here for peace talks. But the temptation…
Just as she contemplated her decision on how to show her distaste for the Uchiha’s, they turned a corner into a sunlit garden. In the middle was an empty sparring space, the deep grunts of exertion echoed around. Her eyes quickly found the source. The bane of her existence, Uchiha Madara. His large and hulking form was on display, his shirt forgotten somewhere from the heat. The sunshine reflected the beads of sweat that dripped down his overworked muscles as he moved. What she wouldn’t do to march up to him, grab handfuls of that wild ebony mane that fell down his back and just shove a knife through that broad chest.
Her daydream was cut short as the very man she wanted to murder with her bare hands turned to look at her from across the flowers. Her lips twitched, trying to hold back a growl. His midnight eyes cut across the gardens and met hers. She held his gaze defiantly, hoping he could feel her disdain for him. Then he smirked. The rage in her chest burned deep as he then proceeded to wink at her with a smugness that was apparently only reserved for her. To everyone else, he was the brooding, pessimistic Uchiha. For some reason, he had taken to taunting her with those infuriating knowing looks. What he knew, she didn’t know, and that was even more enraging.
“Tobirama, will you stop giving every Uchiha murder eyes,” her brother turned back and chided.
She scoffed, turning away from Madara and hurried to catch up. “Anija, you are asking too much of me. I promised to stay quiet, not anything else.” They were guided into a room. She sat down next to Hashirama, her legs crossed under her kimono. She purposely ignored the look Hashi gave her choice of sitting style. She would not kneel. Just because she was forced to wear this garish kimono instead of her usual attire didn’t mean she would follow feminine etiquette. She was a Senju. She would never kneel to anyone, least of all an Uchiha.
With a defeated sigh, Hashirama settled himself onto the mat. “Dear sister, please try not to say anything offensive.”
Her eyes narrowed as she turned to her brother. Often the thought that he was too nice for his own good crossed her mind. She tisked in irritation. “You already dressed me in this ridiculous attire and spent all morning warning me. Do you have such little faith in me, anija?”
He chuckled lightly. “Can’t be too careful with you. And that kimono was mother’s. You wear it well.”
She couldn’t help the scoffing sound she made. Her brother, always the diplomat, knew exactly what to say to shut her up. “It helps that mother’s kimono has hidden pockets for weapons,” she said instead.
“You’re just like her,” he responded.
“Mother was beautiful.” She tugged at her short hair, cut for practicality, not for beauty.
“And she was strong. Like you.”
A blush bloomed across her features. She turned her face away from him, hoping her pinked ears wouldn’t give her away.
“How long are they going to keep us waiting?” She snapped instead. Her fingers drummed against her thigh.
“Relax, we’re here early. It seems that we interrupted Madara’s training session.”
Her mind helpfully supplied the way Madara had moved like a pouncing panther earlier. She huffed in annoyance. Servants brought them tea and cakes while they waited. She nibbled carefully, not trusting how they were made. Much to her chagrin, Hashi just shoveled them into his mouth without a care. Someday he would get poisoned if he wasn’t careful.
Finally, the door slid open to reveal Madara, dressed in a dark blue kimono and white hakama. “I apologize for the wait.” His eyes held hers for a beat longer than was comfortable before Hashirama responded.
“Please, I apologize for arriving so early. We didn’t have any problems on the road and arrived earlier than expected, and thought we would take advantage of your hospitality,” Hashirama smiled wide as Madara sat in front of them.
Their chattering about idle gossip grated at her nerves. She hated how friendly Hashi and Madara were. The Uchiha were the enemy, to be destroyed, not to be befriended. She didn’t care about the wisdom her brother spouted.
You can only make peace with your enemies. Her mind mocked his voice as she stayed quiet, as she had promised.
To keep herself distracted, she looked around the room. The walls were decorated with beautiful scenes of the woods and streams. It seemed unfair that the Uchiha got to sit in this peaceful room, surrounded by beauty, when they were the reason so many of her clan were dead.
“Tobirama,”
Her head snapped back to the voice that had called her out. The deep, grinding, gravel voice of Madara was visceral. She wanted to hiss at him for thinking he could just use her name so easily. But she held back. “Yes?” she replied coolly.
“Is there something on your mind?” Madara asked.
His dark eyes narrowed, but the smirk on his lip made her feel like he was toying with her.
Her lips pursed, damming the words she wanted to say. “Lot’s of things, but anija would be upset if I said them.” She glared back.
Madara quirked his lip in amusement and chuckled. “As honest as ever.”
The very sound had her digging her nails into her thighs, but it still didn’t help stop her chakra from leaking out threateningly.
“Tobirama!” Hashirama placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed in warning.
With a shake of her head, she regained control of herself and pushed down her chakra.
“I apologize for her,” Hashirama started.
Madara cut him off, “No need. You both must be weary from traveling. I will guide you to your rooms where you can rest.”
She pointedly ignored her brother’s scolding eyes as they stood and followed the Uchiha. His clan symbol large and bright on his expansive back. As if he should be proud of his clan. First, Madara dropped off Hashirama, leaving her alone with him as they continued.
In her fuming, she hadn’t realized he had stopped and almost walked into Madara.
“These are your quarters. I hope everything is to your liking.” He motioned into the room.
She nodded curtly and walked in, but the door didn’t close behind her. She turned back in confusion.
“Most people would respond with ‘Thank you’,” he smirked.
“I’m not most people,” she answered back with venom in her voice.
He chuckled again, then reached for her chin, holding her still in his large hands, and it made her stomach blaze in fury. “No, you most certainly are not, Senju Tobirama.”
She yanked her head back and moved to smack his hand. “Don’t you dare touch me!” she hissed.
He stepped into her room and closed the door behind him. His large presence filled the room, but she stood tall and squared her shoulders and chin.
“Why not? Afraid you might want more?” he sneered as he stepped up to her.
Tobirama bared her teeth at him. “That was one time. Don’t think I will fall for your tricks again.”
His eyes studied her face. Her ruby eyes, scarlet markings, plump lips, and silver hair. “You come into my home dressed as you are and accuse me of tricking you?” He tugged at her obi.
Her cheeks flamed at the suggestive tones in his voice. It reminded her of the one time they had spent together. It had been a mistake, a huge one. But still, her heart thundered as she remembered the feelings they gave each other in the dark woods. “You should leave,” she said slowly, proud of the steadiness of her voice.
He raised his hand again, grazing her cheek over the red mark, “I should, but I don’t want to.” Her breath hitched almost imperceptibly, “And I don’t think you want me to leave either.”
Schooling her face into a firm look of irritation, she responded, “Don’t assume to know what I want, Madara.”
“I could tell by the way you looked at me when you came in.”
“Like I wanted to murder you?” she answered snidely.
“Like you want to fuck me,” he corrected with a grin.
“I’m pretty sure I was dreaming of ways of how to shove a sword into your chest,” she said icily.
He stood quiet, a smug smirk on his lips as he traced the mark on her chin. “I can still remember how you begged for my cock.”
She knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get a rise out of her, and she wouldn't back down. “Me? I seem to recall how you begged me not to stop.”
Madara let out a rumbling growl from deep in his chest. “You want me. I can feel it.”
“I hate you,” she snarled. Her hands flew to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he caught her wrists and held her. “Let me go!”
His face dropped until she could feel his breath on her lips. “I hate you too, but that doesn’t change the fact that you want me... And I want you.”
In anger, she reached up and took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down viciously. What she hadn’t accounted for was for him to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his body. His large body enveloped her as he lowered them to the ground with a thud. She gasped as her back hit the mat.
Now that his mouth had been released, he ravaged her mouth with harsh suckles and bites. She could barely catch her breath as he continued, forcing his tongue past her lips. She whined as the taste of oolong and sugar filled her mouth. Her hands found their way to his scalp, pulling on the thick hair, but he didn’t budge. His kisses were ravenous and consuming.
“Don’t fight it. I know you want me as much as I want you. It can be our secret,” he whispered hoarsely against her lips.
“No, I…” He cut her off with another deep kiss. Her stomach lurched; she couldn’t deny it. Her body wanted him. Fuck.
If this was going to happen, she wasn’t going to take it lying down. Her hands moved to his chest as she lifted a foot, and with a thrust of her hips, she was on top. His self-satisfied smile was infuriating, but damn him if it didn’t make her belly flip.
“Fuck you,” she snarled as she quickly started to undress him. His haori tossed to a corner of the room where she couldn’t see that infernal clan symbol. “It’s just sex. You can be useful for something at least.” More clothes ended up on a pile.
Madara smirked as he let her work. Her movements harsh, and a few times, he heard something ripping, but the smirk she made when she knew something of his was being destroyed was worth it.
“Yes, just sex,” he agreed and started to undo her obi. He was careful to remove it, but when the kimono fell open to reveal her perky breasts, he couldn’t hold back. In a swift move from her shoulders to her hips, the silk was gone, and she was over him naked for him to enjoy.
Reflexively, she rolled her hips over his hardness, teasing herself, liking how he hardened with each movement.
Her wetness covered his shaft. “I knew you wanted me,” he remarked snidely.
“Just shut up. You don’t need to talk,” she snapped. Tobirama adjusted her hips and reached down to grab his cock. She had to admit; it was a nice cock. Thick and a good length.
He sat up on his elbows to watch her better. Her muscular thighs flexed as she rose. Her mound was decorated with silver curls that teased a peek at her pink folds. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath as she brought his cockhead to her slit, but without warning, she sunk, punching out any remaining oxygen his lungs held. He gasped sharply.
The delicious stretch of her walls opening to him had her rolling her head back with a moan. “Oooh…”
Her tight muscles flexed around his thickness as they adjusted to him, but hearing her pleased moan had him smirking again. She started to rock slowly, and he just watched her. Her smooth neck open to him, her rosy nipples hard and enticing, her stomach defined and flexing as she moved.
“That’s it, keep using my cock,” Madara encouraged.
“Shut…” she groaned as she lifted herself and fell back, shoving him deeply. “Up,” her hips started to build a rhythm as she found the angle she wanted. Not wanting to have to deal with him more than necessary, she kept her eyes firmly closed.
He chuckled as she did what she wanted. Her breasts were bouncing temptingly. His hand reached up to massage one, feeling the heat and softness of her mounds. Soft was never something he would have ever thought of saying about Tobirama, but her breasts were heavenly.
His hands were plucking and rolling her hard nubs, each twist sending a jolt down her spine. “Aaah!” she panted as her hips moved faster. She wanted to finish; she was close. Her hand made its way down to play with her clit to get her to finish faster.
A growl left Madara’s throat at seeing her face slack and flushed. Tobirama was fierce and intimidating on the battlefield. People fled from her the moment they caught sight of her silver hair and blood-red eyes but seeing her here now; it was exhilarating. She moved with precision, knowing what she wanted, and went for it with efficiency. She was panting hard now, but he wanted more. Leaning forward, he took a breast into his mouth and suckled harshly.
“Oh!” She wasn’t expecting him to bite her so hard, but it was just what she needed as she peaked. The flood of pleasure overtook her, her back arching as she threw her head back in a cry of satisfaction.
Madara went back to his elbows to watch the scene before him. She was stunning. There was something dangerous and thrilling about seeing her give in to her pleasure, just like when he watched her in the heat of battle. She was breathtaking. And he wanted to see her falling apart.
Her orgasm hadn’t fully ebbed when she found herself being shoved down, the ridges of the tatami mats digging into her back, and then a harsh thrust that felt like she was being split open. “Ooooh! Stop! Not like this.” She was supposed to be in control. She didn’t want to be below him.
Madara grabbed her chin and turned her face to him. “Look at me,” he commanded. Her eyes slowly opened, scarlet orbs looking at him through icy lashes. “I’m going to fuck you. I let you have your fun, and now it’s my turn.” His hand moved to her lower back, lifting her hips, and he started with a ruthless pace. He had held back while she rode him, but his control had snapped, and now he was owed.
Tobirama keened as he kept hitting every spot within her that took her breath. He was merciless. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to hold on to him. He might have taken her by surprise, but she wasn’t going to lay back and take it either. She squeezed her legs and walls with every thrust, sucking him in deeper. The deep groan he made filled her with pride.
“You like my pussy?” she whispered roughly as she squeezed her muscles around him.
The pressure hugged every inch of his cock. “Fuck, yes… so tight and wet.”
The wet sound of their relentless joining filled the room. His free hand made its way to the nape of her neck, grasping at the short pale hair. He tugged back, forcing her back to arch and open her neck to him. He dove down to nibble and suckle at her heated skin, being careful not to leave a mark. Her pulse point thrummed against his tongue as he tasted her porcelain skin.
She whined and moaned as he held her hair tightly, the pain adding to the building sensations within her. His hot breath burned across her chest. The flexing of her inner walls was bringing her to the edge again. “Close,” she huffed. “Keep going.”
Madara chuckled as he licked behind her ear. “You really like my fat cock fucking you, don’t you?”
Tobirama scoffed, but it turned into a whine when he slammed into her. “Just keep fucking me if you don’t want me to kill you.”
He laughed at her threat. Her pitching voice made it hard to take her seriously. “What if I stop?” he teased.
“I’ll hate you even more,” she managed between her teeth.
“Is that even possible?” he grinned, pulling her head back more.
“Do you want to find out?” she groaned. His cock dragged slowly over her sensitive upper walls.
Another dark laugh, “Not this way.” He knew she was almost there. Her eyes were scrunched closed again. “Look at me when you cum,” he commanded.
His very voice made her want to defy him, but he yanked her head again, forcing her eyes open.
“That’s it. I want to see your hate as you cum from my cock,” he sneered.
“Fuck you,” she spat.
“I am. Now cum for me. I know you’re close.” He snapped his hips down as he kissed her.
His savage kisses ate up her orgasmic cry. She could feel his smug smile against her lips, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment, too lost in the much-needed bliss. She hadn’t even realized how pent up she had been until right now. Her limbs boneless, her skin sparking, her lungs burning for oxygen. It had been a long time since she had such a good fuck.
Madara released his grip on her and sat back. She writhed and moaned under him as he kept pumping into her convulsing pussy. Her legs trembled with each thrust. She was fucking spectacular. His own orgasm drew closer as he watched her lithe and powerful body under him. He slammed into her a few more times, reveling in her slick heat until the very last moment when he withdrew, and with one more stroke, spilled himself over her stomach and mound. His chest filled with satisfaction as his milky cum mixed in with her darkened curls. With a huff and a groan, he fell on his back beside her.
Taborama covered her eyes with her arm; suddenly, even the candlelight was too bright. As the ecstasy faded, anger and guilt filled her. She had just fucked the enemy of her clan. Again. It wasn’t supposed to happen again, yet here she was, sated and sticky with his spend. With an irritated grunt, she stood up and went to clean herself up in the bathroom.
Madara watched her silently as she left. He didn’t need to ask her how she felt; her aura told him enough. He got up and got dressed. Had it been anyone else, he might have felt bad, but instead, it just filled him with twisted pride that he affected her in such a way. He went to find her in the bathroom. She was standing in front of the sink. The curves of her body seemed to be sculpted from alabaster by an artist that wasn’t sure if they wanted a warrior or a woman and instead had made her perfect, but then her scarlet eyes full of disdain broke the angelic illusion.
“Why are you still here?” she asked coldly.
He clicked his tongue and scowled. “If you need anything, my servants are at your disposal.” With that, he walked out.
She had been expecting him to gloat and rub her weakness in her face. To say something biting and hurtful, but he had been back to the brooding Madara she loathed. Fuck him. One day, she would carve out his heart. She calmed herself by dreaming up different ways to kill him.