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This was ridiculous.
He had months, months¸ to prepare for this yet there he was, forcefully relaxing his muscles to prevent them from quivering. He was a shinobi; he understood the meaning of sacrificing yourself for the greater good so why was he so ready to bolt? He agreed to this, in fact, he was the one to convince his brother to go through with it.
Seven months ago, they received a message from the Uchiha agreeing to start negotiating for peace and the first thing the Senju elders proposed demanded after Hashirama wrestled them into agreement was a political marriage. A marriage where Tobirama would marry into the Uchiha through a traditional marriage Hunt. Granted, a Hunt was not at all uncommon, but many people wanted to celebrate a marriage through a grand ceremony and consummate it in the comfort of their new shared home, not on the dirty forest floor. The Uchiha on the other hand, very rarely participated in a Hunt, viewing it as animalistic and barbaric so the compromise was to do the whole grand ceremony first. Tobirama expected the elders to argue but to his surprise they agreed, and it only became clear why when the designs for his wedding attire were being planned.
Despite clearly being male, he was not only going to be portrayed as the wife, he was expected to act like one too. The Uchikake was breathtaking, that could not be denied, but it didn’t change the humiliating fact that he had to take the submissive role. Women were by no means inferior to men, if he actually had that kind of mindset both Touka and Mito would’ve beat it out of him long ago. Many Senju shinobi were women but the Uchiha were obviously more traditional and while they did not completely forbid women to become shinobi, they didn’t encourage it either. Uchiha women clearly had no problem with staying at home and playing the roles of domestic wives while married but Tobirama was a born and bred shinobi; he was never allowed to have a childhood or a life of his own. He was a war weapon meant to be used and sacrificed for his clan.
This was the last sacrifice he would make for the Senju, as a Senju, and he had no idea what to do with himself past that.
His mirrored image stared back at him, the white Uchikake looked beautiful, even on him. The seams were a dark, sharingan red and it had a pattern of red and gold cranes on it. Simple yet beautiful. His eyes were lined with a sharp, winged black eyeliner, accentuated with the gentle red eyeshadow closer to the edges of his eyes rather than the whole eyelid. His cheeks a soft peach, barely visible but there, disguised as a real blush and his lips a rich red. All the red and black eyeliner made his eyes pop, a red iris yet no sharingan tomoe. His hair piece was the only thing that tied him to being a Senju, a flower crown made by Hashirama himself, holding red hibiscus and pale pink clematis. Growing up around Hashirama taught him the different meanings of flowers as his brother often enjoyed giving the elders flower bouquets out of ‘respect and thanks’ that really meant ‘fuck you’. The hibiscus meant delicate beauty which was ironic since he was a shinobi, the complete opposite of beauty and the clematis meant mental beauty. There was also one more flower tucked discreetly in the back, a purple hyssop, meaning sacrifice.
After the initial ceremony, there was a umanori hakama prepared for him, all of it black as per tradition to help him blend with his surrounding, though that wasn’t necessary as his hair would stand out either way. Generally, if the hunted managed to not get caught until sunrise, they would not be married to the hunter and the marriage would be called off with no negative or bitter feelings, but this was a political, arranged marriage. A treaty without one could easily fall apart and that was not what he wanted. For his brother’s peace, his dream, Tobirama would have to get caught at some point, and submit to Madara.
The thought scared him a little. He was by no means afraid of death or pain, those thoughts beat out of him as soon as he could pick up a kunai, it was the vulnerability that put him on edge. Furthermore, Tobirama has never been in any kind of romantic relationship before, has never even thought of being in one. His days consisted of making sure Hashirama didn’t embarrass or doom the clan with his political incompetence, and his experiments.
He was already formulating plans to convince Madara to allow him a lab, he would bore himself to death otherwise once he was no longer allowed to go on missions. The Uchiha didn’t trust him, wouldn’t trust him for a while so fighting and missions were off the table. Even training would have to be held off for a couple weeks or months until his new clan grew accustomed to his presence.
A light knock on the door tore him out of his thoughts, and Hashirama’s head popped into the room. His smile melted off his face, replaced by a look of teary pride and quivering lips. The brown-haired man stepped fully into the room, sliding the door shut behind him, and approached his younger brother, his last brother, and took him into his arms gently.
‘’Tobi, you look so beautiful’’ He whispered, arms tightening around Tobirama’s waist. The albino’s own arms wound around his brothers’ shoulder, careful not to smear the makeup and buried his face into his brothers’ neck, allowing himself to relax just a little. Hashirama frowned at the tiny tremors coming from the man before him, and he pulled away to look into the others eyes, hands holding his shoulders firmly, ‘’Tobirama, otouto, you do not have to go through with this if you truly do not want to. I promise I can find a way to make a treaty without you sacrificing yourself like this’’ He said, serious and stern. It was moments like this that remined Tobirama that his brother was called the God of Shinobi for a reason and why he was still clan head despite not having much political prowess.
‘’Don’t worry anija, I’m not going to back out now, please trust me to take care of myself.’’
‘’Of course I trust you Tobi, but the thought of you doing the Hunt, of having to make yourself vulnerable like that… I’m sorry. You’re no longer a child but to me you will always be my baby brother’’ Hashirama held his face in his hands gently, tears already flowing down his face.
Tobirama rolled his eyes, ‘’Anija’’ he sighed, tugging the hands away from his cheeks, ‘’you’ll smudge it. Stop crying, you’ll be seeing me soon’’ That wasn’t a complete lie, but it was not something he could be 100% certain of.
Hashirama nodded, a bright grin on his face, ‘’Madara is a good man, he’ll take good care of you. He is so passionate about family and now that you will be a part of it, he will protect you and ensure your comfort and happiness’’ It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. Out of nowhere, the grin disappeared, his face darkened, and his eyes hardened, giving off a vicious killing intent that even had Tobirama tensing a little, ‘’I’ll make sure of it.’’
‘’Anija- ‘’
His brother cut him off, holding his elbow out for him, ‘’Ready?’’
No ‘’Yes.’’ He took his brothers elbow, and inhaled deeply, adopting a cool mask of indifference he usually sported, and they walked out of the building, into a gorgeous garden, surrounded by blooming cherry blossoms, pink petals dancing around the crowd. They decided to have the ceremony here, rather than a shrine, as it was close to the forest where the hunt would take place, still on neutral grounds but closer to the Uchiha compound than the Senju. Hashirama walked him down the aisle, grounding him. They reached Madara too quickly than he would’ve liked. The older Uchiha was wearing a traditional black montsuki, his long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Now that he was looking at the man as his husband and not his enemy, he could admit that the man was handsome, but only in his own head. Hashirama pressed a gentle kiss to his temple and whispered an ‘I love you’ in his ear before placing his hand in Madara’s. Away from his brothers touch, he tensed back up discreetly, no longer feeling safe. Madara’s hands were warm against his cold ones, his hold gentle and face soft yet determined.
Just as he was about to dissociate himself from the entire situation, a heavy blanket of chakra surrounded him. It was hot, so hot but not uncomfortably so, and it was so so hard to not melt right into it. It burned him right down to his core, forced his body to relax and brought a shiver up his spine. He wanted to revel in it, cozy up to it, soak it up like a cat would with a warm ray of sunlight. It muddled his senses, hazed his thoughts and sent his blood rushing further south.
His breath got slightly heavier, not enough for anyone but Madara to notice and the man sent him a small smirk which in turn made him shiver once more. He could feel himself getting drunk on the feeling of the chakra, intoxicated as if he downed a whole bottle of sake in one go, warmed his belly like the alcohol would and made his blood buzz.
He felt hot, fuzzy, content and a little turned on. That realization shot a spike of fear through him, make him want to lash out at the suddenly too hot, too burning chakra but Madara squeezed his hands, his chakra caressed his gently, enveloping him even more before retreating, leaving him cold and bare.
The rest of the ceremony went by like a blur, Tobirama not able to fully focus on it because of his Husbands close proximity, his chakra so close yet not close enough. He vaguely remembered saying his vows, thanked the gods he didn’t make a fool of himself but shamed himself for having such an undignified reaction. Now that he could gather his own thoughts again, he knew that the ceremony was ending, and the Hunt would begin. He couldn’t tether his thought to the present, to the final dance on the ceremony he and Madara were preforming, his thoughts racing through various scenarios that could happen, that would happen, preparing to steel himself through them, let them happen without struggling so it would be over faster.
Madara put a stop to those thoughts, just as he did during the vows, his chakra cradling him enough to make him relax but not overwhelm him like before. He felt before he heard the warm breath on his ear, sending goosebumps across his skin and (and he really had to get his act together before he embarrassed himself in front of his birth and new clan) ‘’I don’t expect you to trust me right away and you probably don’t even like me, but I want to make this work. Uchiha never divorce and we only ever fully love once so I don’t want this to be a loveless relationship. Are you willing to work with me?’’
That would involve arguing at some point, and it was well known that the Uchiha clan head had a short fuse so if he could, Tobirama would rather avoid being on the other end of that anger as much as possible. Of course, he could defend himself, he was not helpless, he was a strong shinobi but Madara was stronger. There was no way he could voice all of his thoughts, yet ‘’Yes.’’
‘’I know the purpose of the Hunt is to make you submit and establish our respective roles in the relationship, but I want to tell you now while you’re not doped up on adrenaline that if you do not enjoy something that I do, if it makes you too uncomfortable, you must tell me. Yes?’’ Not a request. An order. He could follow an order. Orders didn’t involve his own messy thoughts and feelings, he just had to do as instructed.
‘’Yes’’
Madara smiled against his cheek and pressed a chaste kiss onto the soft skin, ‘’Good’’.
Once the dance was over, Madara pulled him aside before he could go and change for the Hunt and placed a flower behind his ear. He winked and stalked off into his own room to change. Tobirama did the same and blushed furiously upon meeting his own gaze in the full-length mirror. He took the flower crown off gently, careful to not disturb the flower tucked behind his ear and placed it onto the desk. He went about changing his clothes, folding his wedding attire neatly and washed the makeup off his face. Staring once more into the mirror, seeing the pale pink flower by his flushed face, only made the blush travel over his neck and chest. Sweet pea. A promise of a gentle night he still did not fully believe.
Outside, he would get a 3-minute head start to run into the trees but Hashirama intercepted him just as he was about to leave, ‘’I won’t be able to see you after this, but I want you to know that I am so so so proud of you otouto’’ He said wetly, pressing their foreheads together. ‘’Just know that no matter what happens now or in the future, I will always be on your side and if we have to run away and disappear, we will do so without a moment of hesitation’’ the last part was whispered with a small joking smile, but Tobirama understood that his brother meant each and every word. ‘’I love you Tobirama.’’
‘’I love you too anija.’’
And just like that, he was off, whizzing through the trees, placed one or two hiraishin seals onto the bark of the trees to prolong the hunt, prolong the inevitable. It was childish, he knew, but his preservation instincts would not allow him to make this easy. It wasn’t long before he felt Madara’s chakra bolt into the forest, his heart rate spiked, and adrenaline flooded his veins. For the next hour or so as Tobirama ran, Madara followed a set distance behind, never slowing or speeding up, keeping pace and the former Senju immediately recognized that as a tactic to not only lure him into a false sense of security but also tire him out. Good thing he had quite good stamina. He took a sharp turn and the presence behind him sped up, flew into his line of sight in just a few seconds, the sharingan burning into his skin. Forcing himself to stay calm and treat this like a battle with Izuna, he threw one of his hiraishin kunai at Madara which was easily dodged, an unimpressed eyebrow raised at him which he ignored and pulled at the seal.
But this wasn’t a battle against Izuna, this was Madara. Madara who could fight against Hashirama, God of Shinobi, as an equal. Madara who only seemed to be surprised for less than a second before he kicked off the nearest tree and back towards Tobirama.
It was so obvious to the albino that the Uchiha wasn’t actually trying to catch him just yet so decided to get serious himself and flew through hand signs and turned in midair to face his soon to be official husband, ‘’Suiton: Water bullet!’’ A pressurized stream of water flew from his mouth towards Madara, who quickly let out his own fireball technique, releasing a thick mist of steam around them. However, they were both highly skilled sensors so that cloak did nothing to push the fight one way or the other. Still, the white-haired man took that opportunity to weave through the trees with great speed not even Madara could match; Madara was no doubt stronger than him, but Tobirama was faster.
The chase continued, hands attempting to grab at arms and legs, jutsu fired off in all directions, and when Madara pounced on Tobirama whose knees buckled slightly just to slow him down enough for the Uchiha to reach him, to grab pale flesh and shove into the ground, Tobirama disappeared. At first, he thought it was the flicker or the body replacement technique but his sharingan quickly discovered it was the same jutsu as before, when the Senju vanished from in front of him to behind him. He landed on the grass, and pushed his chakra into the ground, feeling for the cool chakra and found him about 800m to the north.
On Tobirama’s end, he knew he only had a couple minutes before Madara found and caught up with him, but he used it to catch his breath, leaning heavily into a tree. Fighting Izuna on the battlefield wasn’t a piece of cake but now he understood why rather than go for anyone else, they fought each other every time. Why Madara and Hashirama did the same. At first, he thought it was rivalry due to being at similar power levels as each other but cursed his ignorance for overseeing the fact that they would simply just overwhelm anyone else. Tobirama and Izuna, Madara and Hashirama. By fighting their respective rivals, they also decreased the number of shinobi that would be killed overwise. And he understood why Izuna never spared Hashirama a look or why Tobirama never actually thought about crossing blades with Madara; The younger brothers would lose. Shamefully.
His chakra levels were so low just from trying to keep Madara at bay while the Uchiha didn’t seem out of breath! He knew that his techniques did in fact deal some damage as he could feel that Madara’s chakra has decreased but he also knew that even still, Madara was not fighting at full power. Just as he and Hashirama never fully went out on each other and even then, he could see the destruction they caused with what probably felt like sparring to them.
Dread clawed up his throat, blood rushed past his ears in a deafening roar and locked him in place. Closer, closer, closer, run, run, run! His instincts took over and despite his low chakra, despite his exhaustion, he managed to roll out the way of a gunbai bigger than his torso (where in the hell did Madara pull that out from!?) and bolted, ran like a deer escaping from a ravenous wolf, ran like prey, felt like prey, was prey. And his predator was right on his heels, gunbai sweeping his legs out from underneath him, sending him tumbling towards the ground where the two men wrestled and rolled around.
He was shoved face first into soft moss, moist with dew, both his arms were painfully pressed against his lower back, then higher, higher, till it felt like they would snap off, tensed and pulled taut, a hand immobilising both of his, preventing hand signs to be formed. The other hand wrapped around his nape, pressing him further into the greenery and he went stock still. A hand anywhere near his throat could mean instant death. Thoughts of the hunt completely evaporated from him mind, brain no longer processing rational thought, focused on openings, a way to escape, run, survive. The hand squeezed and hot hot hot chakra covered him, he gasped, felt liquid fire spread across his whole body, sizzling away at his skin, penetrating his defences, tearing them down as if they were made of paper. He tried to breathe in, but the fire filled his lungs, filled his entire being and he exhaled harshly, overwhelmed. The heat slowly trickled away, off but not gone. It was all around him, close but not touching, not even coming into contact with his own chakra. He felt like he could breathe again, heart rate slowed a little despite the weight on his back, the hand on the back of his neck.
Black hair framed his head, creating a veil and shutting him off from the outside world, a body bulkier and wider than his framed him, covering his entire body almost possessively and nipped at his ear, ‘’Mine’’.
Oh.
Oh…
The hunt.
He was caught.
The chase was over, and he lost. He was going to be claimed. Madara was going to claim him.
He breathed in deep, willing himself to go limp in the firm grip; Madara might as well own him now, what with the rights he had over him. He had every right to use him however he saw fit and the only way out would be if his clan decided he was abusing his power over him which was unlikely because Madara was the clan head. One of the strongest shinobi in all the Elemental countries. His own clan would not dare go against him and the Senju had no right to intervene even if they wanted to.
‘’Mine’’ That deep voice growled again, right against his ear and he knew he had to say something, agree he now belonged to the man pining him into the moss, in body, mind and soul. If he disagreed, Madara would have find a way to force him to submit and he doubted it would be pretty, so all he could do was say in response, ‘’Yours’’.
With that one word, the grip on his hands disappeared and his arms relaxed into the soft moss and dirt beneath him, the hand on his nape slackened but stayed right where it was. A reminder. If he tried to hurt Madara or try to escape, it would be futile and would not end well for him. He decided to stay slack and was rewarded with a hand brushing gently through his hair, a soft peck right on the red seals on his face.
‘’It’ll be more comfortable for you if you stay like this, or do you want to lay on your back?’’ He was surprised he had a choice in the matter. But he remembered their conversation during the dance and knew Madara would know if he felt uncomfortable or scared as he was a sensor too and while Tobirama could control his chakra quite well, he would rather this not be a too negative memory for him. It set the precedent for their marriage after all. He should relax, enjoy it, welcome it even, but he could not force himself to. ‘’Kitten, if you really don’t want to do this, I won’t claim you. Nobody would actually know or even dare to ask’’.
The albino choked at the pet name but shook his head, ‘’I agreed to this, if we don’t do this, I will not be able to face your clan in the morning’’.
‘’Our clan, kitten’’ Madara purred, ‘’I promise that tonight will be a good experience. I know it’s probably very stupid for me to ask due to the circumstances, but I want you to trust me’’ Tobirama was glad that he didn’t push, it would’ve been too easy to agree, to pretend they consummated, but he would feel like he cheated somehow. This had to be genuine, for his brother’s peace, for children to live to puberty and have childhoods rather than train to be killing machines. No more unnecessary blood spilt from either side. Madara waited in silence and Tobirama realised that he was waiting for him to answer the first question. A shinobi never really liked having anyone at their back, where they were unguarded and could not see what that person was doing but he knew that at some point, Madara’s presence behind him had to be accepted.
Still, Madara wanted him to not think about this night with disdain or regret. ‘’I want to turn around’’ and the older man did not say anything, he grasped Tobirama’s hips and slowly turned him around onto his back. Being face to face, even though he preferred it being like this, was somehow more intense, Madara’s dark gaze smothering and pinning him to the forest floor even without the sharingan. He sucked in a sharp breath when a nose brushed against his, black eyes pierced into his soul and left him naked and bare. This close, it was easy to understand why everyone was so intimidated by this man, he had such a large and overwhelming presence, his gaze alone could freeze someone in place. Instinctively, he began looking for escape routes, ways to get away, he tried to throw his chakra out to do that but was met with the fiery chakra of Madara and recoiled. Felt it caress his own, gentle yet subduing and forcing it to submit, to obey.
A broad hand cupped his cheek, ‘’Shh, you’re okay, you are safe’’ and wasn’t that ironic? Here was his former enemy, from a clan his clan has been fighting for who knows how long, has killed members, children of his clan and they did the same to theirs. Yet here was that enemy, comforting him and assuring him he was safe. ‘’Are you with me?’’ Tobirama nodded, compelling himself to stay in the present and not let his thoughts drift away, let himself drift away. Not only would this likely anger Madara, but it would also make him panic later on if he couldn’t remember what happened. This was his body being violated after all. No, not violated, that was a wrong term to use; Madara was his husband now, he wasn’t violating him. Still, no other word came to mind. ‘’Use your words, kitten’’.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about the pet name. Obviously, it was a term of endearment, but he couldn’t help but bristle and take it as condescending. Madara seemed to notice and pressed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, which scrunched up at the contact, ‘’I am not being patronising, kitten. You really do just remind me of a cat. Now, I want you to answer me with words, are you still with me?’’
‘’Yes’’ This gained him a soft smile, and a peck to the forehead. Gentle, loving affection threw him off. He was expecting this ordeal to slightly hurt, and he was prepared to just take it but the entire time Madara had been making sure he knew it wasn’t going to, and that it would feel good, and as much as it was a blow to his pride, he should be grateful. Grateful that he was still seen as a human being rather than an object to be used for his husband’s pleasure whether he wanted or enjoyed it or not. The least he could do was relax and let Madara enjoy this experience without having to constantly check in on him.
‘’How much experience do you have with this?’’ He felt himself flush at the question, not expecting to have to talk about his sex life, or lack thereof.
‘’I haven’t had my first kiss yet’’ He admitted, turning his head to the side to avoid the watchful eyes. Madara groaned, and buried his face into the neck below him, heat quickly filling his nether regions. ‘’I’m sorry’’ whispered a small voice and he instantly felt guilty for making the gorgeous man below him feel inadequate for being inexperienced. Fingers grasped at the pale chin with a red line drawn on it and turned it to make the younger meet his eyes.
‘’No no, it’s not a bad thing. I’m just… I’m possessive so I quite like the thought of having all your firsts,’’ The soft flush on Tobirama’s cheeks filled his entire face, but he didn’t avert his eyes. ‘’If I’m ever too overbearing, just tell me’’ Madara asked, ordered, in a deep voice but Tobirama didn’t answer, placed his hands hesitantly on the shoulders above him and Madara didn’t press. Instead, he lowered his head to catch his lips in a soft kiss. Tobirama turned his head in embarrassment, which Madara took as an opportunity to mouth at his neck, nip and lick at the skin there gently before sucking it into his mouth enough to leave a mark. He kept at it on the same spot, smug at the sharp inhales and heavy breathing, until the spot turned purple and smirked at his mark.
He trailed along his neck and shoulders, leaving red marks of fire along pale skin. Warm, calloused hands slipped under his shirt, slid up along his sides and tugged it off over his head. He lifted his arms to help and bit his lip at the feeling of being so exposed.
Lips kissed and lapped down Tobirama’s chest, enveloping a pert, pink nipple into wet, hot heat, and the former Senju couldn’t stop the soft noise as it tumbled off his tongue, nor could he stop himself from arching closer for more. Those massive hands curled around to his lower back, making him arch and those lips trailed lower, slid a wet tongue into his naval before continuing until the waistband on his pants.
Madara felt those muscles beneath him tense up once more, and he kissed softly at the younger males’ sides to try and relax him, get him used to his touch. It took a couple of minutes, but the man below him eventually relaxed some, not completely but enough for him to hook his index fingers into the waistband and pull. He kept an eye on his husband’s face, ready to stop and reassure him at the first look of fear or discomfort but all he could focus on were those red-bitten parted lips and bashful averted eyes. Kami, how he wanted to reduce this man into a moaning, whimpering mess.
The pants slowly crept down long, pale legs, revealing thick and muscle defined thighs Madara wanted nothing more than to bury his head between. One thing at a time; he didn’t want to overwhelm Tobirama today and besides, he’d have plenty of chances in the future to do just that.
Once the pants were completely off, and the albino was left in only his fundoshi, Madara surged back up and grasped his jaw in a firm grip and kissed him. Initially, Tobirama tensed up but quickly forced himself to relax and grabbed onto his spouse’s shoulders. The slick and slide of lips was unfamiliar to him, and he focused on breathing through his nose, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, the feelings of soft lips pressing against his, a hot tongue prying his lips open and entwining with his sent a shot of heat through him he recognised as arousal, something he hasn’t felt since he first started going through puberty and even then, it was rare. He tried his hardest to respond, inexperienced and clumsy as he was, but Madara didn’t complain, didn’t laugh, just tightened the grip on his jaw and licked behind his teeth, over the roof of his mouth, coaxed his tongue into his own mouth to suck on it and frankly it should’ve been disgusting to share saliva like this. But it wasn’t, kami it wasn’t, it was so good and Tobirama spread his legs unconsciously to accommodate Madara better and the moan he let out when the Uchiha ground their groins together was humiliating. He moved to cover his mouth with his right hand but Madara grabbed it, pressed it into the ground and intertwined their fingers together. His free hand twisted into the dark hair above him and pulled him closer, flushing at the low chuckle vibrating against his lips. The hand on his jaw turned his head to the side and tilted it up slightly, exposing the unmarked side of his neck which he suspected soon would also be covered in little bruises.
He focused on the feel of it and tried not to think about that the teeth on his very vulnerable throat belonged to his enemy, former enemy, but still someone he fought against, nonetheless.
Madara released his jaw before his grip managed to bruise it, and trailed his fingertips down the former Senju’s body, touch featherlight and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He cupped the half hard cock through the white fundoshi and swallowed the gasp the man below him let out, kneaded it softly and kissed at the man’s cheeks, forehead and chin to relax him. The moment he made contact with the youngers groin, the thighs that spread so prettily for him before tried to close, pressing harshly against his hips. He left the fundoshi in favour of spreading his hand along a thick thigh, squeezed the tense muscle and slid his hand to grab underneath the knee to lift it around his hips.
This gave him better access to grind down into the warm writhing body beneath him which blessed his ears with soft whimpers and mewls. Dammit, he was already getting attached which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, as the man was his husband, but this formed a dark possessive feeling in his chest that worried him a little. It would take some getting used to, looking at the white demon and wanting to hide him away from the rest of the world, and have him all to himself.
‘’So pretty for me, that’s it, just relax into it’’ Madara spoke into a soft cheek, felt rather than saw the shiver from the man below him and smirked, ‘’Feel good?’’ The hand he was pinning to the forest floor tightened its grip, as did the one in his hair before gripping onto the material of his shirt. It wasn’t hard to understand what Tobirama wanted but he refused to undress before his question was answered and maybe it was just him feeding his ego, but it wasn’t like anybody would know. ‘’I asked you a question’’ He nipped playfully at Tobirama’s jaw to show that he wasn’t truly mad nor offended; he didn’t want his husband to close off and hide behind a the carefully crafted mask of indifference he always seemed to wear.
‘’Yes’’ Tobirama breathed, slightly humiliated that he was reduced to such a pitiful state so quickly while Madara was not only fully composed but also clothed. The only thing allowing him to keep his dignity was the hard on grinding into his own, big and intimidating. Pain was nothing new to him, but this kind of pain was uncharted territory so he would not know how to respond to it, especially if it was supposed to make him feel good.
Madara, somehow in tune with his emotions, squeezed his hand, ‘’The flower I gave you earlier, you know what it means?’’ Oh. He’d completely forgotten about it. It was no longer tucked behind his ear so it must have fell out at some point during the Hunt.
‘’Delicate and blissful pleasure’’ Of course, it had other meanings as well, but it was clear that those ones were what Madara meant.
‘’Initially, there might be a slight burn, but I promise to make it feel good. Besides, you can take a little pain, can’t you?’’ It was a taunt, and he knew that, it was so obvious, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly offended; he was a shinobi of course he could handle a little bit of pain. He wasn’t some fragile civilian who has never seen battle before. Rather than voice his thoughts, he swallowed his pride and slight fear and bucked his hips up against Madara’s, smirking at the guttural groan the elder let out.
Madara’s shirt was quickly discarded and he was mortified to feel his cock twitch at the sight of tan, bulky muscle and sharply defined abs. He wasn’t given much time to dwell on it as Madara once again ground his pelvis down, pressing him into the floor. A soft sigh left his lips at the feeling and his eyes closed halfway, trying to bask in the pleasure before his survival instinct once again tore him out of it.
And he was right, as all the thoughts of feeling good and letting go dissipated when Madara got rid of his fundoshi, left him completely exposed to the cool air of night-time spring. A hand wrapped around his cock and gave it a harsh tug before it could go soft and he yelped at the pain/pleasure coursing through his body.
‘’Just focus on me, don’t think about anything else’’ Which was easier said than done. A couple more tugs later, Madara pulled away to slide his own pants off and pulled out a tube of oil from his sash. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and rubbed it around to warm it up and with his other hand, threw a leg over his shoulder.
‘’W-wait- ‘’ Tobirama felt terribly exposed like this but a soft kiss to his knee stopped him in his tracks.
A hand squeezed his thigh, ‘’Just trust me’’ and two fingers rubbed against his taint, pressed down on his perineum, sending brief sparks of pleasure. He knew about the male anatomy and about that one spot inside an anus that would make penetrative sex feel good, but he had no idea that it could also feel good just from pressing down in that area, and the feeling left him wanting more, his hole clenching around nothing. A single finger slid inside him slowly, to the first knuckle before pulling out and pressing back in all the way to the second.
‘’Feels odd’’ He admitted because while it didn’t hurt, it didn’t exactly feel good either.
The hand on his thigh grabbed below his knee and bent his leg to press against his chest and teeth nipped at the inside of his thigh before he could protest the humiliating position. He could feel Madara sucking multiple hickeys onto the thigh and blushed at the thought of seeing the marks days later. Baring the bruises there felt more intimate than having them on his neck most likely due to the fact that nobody but he and Madara would know they were there which was probably what the clan head wanted if the comment about being possessive was true. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
A second finger wriggled in to join the first and Tobirama grunted at the slight stretch which was still unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable but still did not hurt. The sudden curl of the fingers forced a rather loud moan from his mouth and that must’ve been his prostate. He knew it would feel good, but he had no idea that it would cloud his head in such a way. The only thing he could think about were the fingers pumping and curling inside him and the hot, wet mouth marking up his thigh.
Madara let go of the leg in favour of kissing those red lips and swallowed the sinful noises they produced. Tobirama was so hot, wet and tight he could barely think. He caressed those velvety walls and curled his fingers into that spot that made Tobirama release those musical mewls. The thought of making his husband come just from his fingers crossed his mind but he quickly disregarded that to not overwhelm Tobirama during his first time. Again, there would be plenty of time to explore in the future.
He pressed in the third finger, catching Tobirama’s chin with his other hand when he tried to turn away and licked along the seam of his lips which opened obediently with no hesitation. Eventually, he spread his fingers to make sure Tobirama was stretched well before slowly retracting his fingers, staring hungrily as that pink hole clenched around nothing.
‘’You sure you don’t want to turn around?’’ Tobirama nodded and this time wasn’t asked to answer vocally. His legs were raised and spread, and his breath got stuck in his throat when a blunt heat was pressed against his entrance. ‘’Hey, look at me. Breath, kitten’’ and he followed the order as well as he could, breathing deeply as the thick heat breached him and slowly pushed in. His rim burned slightly, and his arms wrapped around Madara’s shoulders to ground himself.
The chakra surrounding them moved closer, and his muscles relaxed some, but he wasn’t overwhelmed, and his senses were not fuzzed out. Once he’d bottomed out, Madara nuzzled against Tobirama’s neck, not moving and allowing him to adjust. Tobirama had never felt so full before, surrounded by his husband from all angles, thick arms bracketing his head and he felt like prey, held down by his hunter and waited to be devoured. Kisses were peppered against his skin as the cock inside him moved, pulling out halfway before pushing in, setting a slow and steady pace. He felt more than heard Madara’s breath get heavier, fanning out across his neck.
He’d realised during the whole ordeal that Madara enjoyed holding him down and swallowed his instinctive panic when he brushed his hands against the wrists by his head. Their fingers intertwined like before, just with both hands now and were pressed next to his ears which he was grateful for; he’d expected to have his hands pinned above his head which would leave him feeling a lot more exposed and ruin the current mood. The thrusts sped up and the head of Madara’s cock pressed against his prostate, so his legs wound around his husband’s hips before he could stop himself.
‘’Good kitten, feels good right? You’re doing so well, feel so good around me’’ Madara grunted, the praise ebbing away his hesitation and panic. He licked along the shell of his ear before bringing the lobe into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it and Tobirama whimpered, surprised. Their chests pressed together, and the solid weight of his husband relaxed him and didn’t make him feel trapped like he expected it to. He somehow felt less exposed like this, more willing to sink into the gradually building pleasure in his belly.
Madara pressed more of his weight onto the hands he was holding down for leverage and started to fuck into him deeper. Tobirama’s thighs squeezed his husband’s hips, bringing him closer till there was no space between then and cried out at the friction between his own neglected cock and Madara’s toned stomach. Madara groaned at the sound and moved slightly up to be able to grasp the cock trapped between them, tugging on it harshly in time with his thrusts, memorising this moment with his sharingan.
Tobirama’s face and neck were flushed cherry red, blending with his seals, sweat covered him in a light sheen, making him glisten in the pale light of the full moon and his lips were parted, letting out such gorgeous sounds. Those red eyes of his fluttered, rolling back at the onslaught of pleasure from both ends, pressing his nails with his free hand onto Madara’s back, leaving thin, red scratch marks along tan shoulder blades.
‘’Yeah, gonna come for me, kitten?’’ Tobirama groaned in response, felt his balls tighten and screamed out, tears falling down his cheeks as he came, wracked with a pleasure he’s never felt before. ‘’Shit’’ Madara grunted in his ear, thrusts becoming rougher. He let go of his spent cock and grabbed onto his hips with a bruising grip, pulling him into the thrusts. Tobirama whimpered at the overstimulation, not sure whether he liked the painful pleasure of it but didn’t say anything about it. He moaned lowly as Madara’s hips stuttered, and pressed deeply into him as he came, hot fluid filling his insides. It was a strange sensation that sent shivers up his body.
Madara held his hips in place with his hand, face still buried in his neck for another minute or so while they caught their breaths before he slowly slid out. The empty feeling was an uncomfortable sensation, and a chill overcame him when the warm body moved away to unseal a flask of water and a rag. The semen and sweat on his body were wiped away, as was the one between his thighs and ass cheeks, the cool damp rag a nice sensation against his heated body. Madara shuffled behind him to help him sit up, and pulled him against his chest, an arm wrapping almost possessively around his waist.
The flask was held to his lips and he took small sips of water, secretly enjoying the gentle aftercare and it wasn’t long before the chakra exhaustion coupled with the tired content after an orgasm lulled him into sleep.