Uchiha Clan Head
Summary: A different take on the forming of Konoha when people are not aware of Uchiha Madara's greatest secret that should have really been too obvious. Hashirama's an idiot, Toka and Mito are disbelieving, the world is completely unprepared, Izuna is amused and Tobirama is lovestruck.
It started a very long time ago, while Madara was still a kid. It had been wartime and Madara had enjoyed escaping from the fighting as much as it was possible. Not that it was often, what with being Clan Heir of the Uchiha and all, not to mention their strongest warrior to date. Madara was indispensable out on the battlefield and for all that the young genius loved fighting - It is in our blood, my dear, mother used to say, her three tomoe spinning in the bloody sea that was the Sharingan - Madara was sick of it. The escape the young heir sought came in the form of a beautiful riverside on the Naka River, forest surrounding the clear waters and rock-covered riverbed, making for quite a scene of pure natural beauty. Madara used to go there every day until tragedy struck for the first time and mother died protecting Madara's youngest brother when Madara was still seven, too young for such a loss. After that, Madara started training almost religiously, never allowing any rest or relaxation so the trips to the river got fewer and fewer until it had been almost a year since the last time Madara had been there.
The death of the second youngest Uchiha Heir brought the eldest back to the river again at the age of ten, allowing for salty droplets that were Madara's tears to taint the perfect waters of the Naka.
When Madara was twelve and the second oldest of Uchiha Tajima's children died, leaving only Madara and Izuna, Madara met a boy on that riverside, deep in the forest. He had an awful dorky haircut that Madara often teased him about and his fashion sense was very wanting but Madara liked him anyway. He had stumbled upon Madara in the middle of an angry stone skipping session Madara had been indulging in to went so the feelings of anger and helplessness might fade away. The boy, Hashirama, had to leave abruptly when a man's body from the Hagoromo Clan floated by them in the river and the Uchiha had returned home as well a n hour or so later. Hashirama had been better at skipping stones and there was no way Madara was going to be outdone, even by a fellow shinobi.
They met again, a few months later. Hashirama was crying silently by the riverside when Madara stumbled upon him and then had to threaten to throw him into the river to get the sulking - grieving - boy to say why he was in such a bad mood. Learning he had just lost his younger brother immediately earned him Madara's sympathy, since Madara had once been one of five and there were now only two. Madara felt a sort of kinship in him and revealed the dream no one was ever told about, not mother and definitely not Izuna, who couldn't pull away from their father's teachings enough to think beyond avenging their lost brothers and clansmen. In a way, Hashirama became Madara's adopted brother and Madara had sworn that one day, when they were both strong enough, they would end this warring era together. They met up many times after that, both getting stronger and stronger with each meeting. Madara realized that beyond that dorky, clumsy, whiny, goofy exterior, Hashirama was actually a genius to rival Madara, in skill and chakra although the other had slightly (for them, at least) larger reserves. Hashirama might be stronger of the two of them but Madara had speed and flexibility on him in spades. With their equal stamina, they could spar or race for hours and you never knew who would win.
They also weaved a perfect dream together on such afternoons. Hashirama spoke of peace for all, starting with a village that will allow kids to grow up to reach the drinking age while Madara saw in that dream a way to keep Izuna safe and happy. That's all any older sibling could want and so Madara was ready to fight for that dream, to train for it and become as strong as one can be.
Only their dream bubble was burst the day they learned their brothers have followed them and told their respective fathers just where their older siblings went every other day ad whom they met up with. Madara would never tell father that he had known, from the very first meeting, that Hashirama was a Senju. Not even Izuna knew that Madara was a damn powerful sensor and that telling whom was from which clan was as easy as breathing. Madara knew that there were stronger sensors out there, somewhere, but still, Madara's level of skill was still pretty darn good. Hashirama must have had his own suspicions about Madara's clan as well but they have never spoken about it and had let that particular secret remain.
Their fathers both made them try to betray each other, but they could never do that. They sent a warning to each other in the form of a message engraved in the skipping stones they exchange every time they met and when they saw the messages, they ran away, only for their fathers to go after the other. Senju Butsuma and his youngest remaining son, Tobirama, had faced Uchiha Tajima and Madara's only remaining brother, about Tobirama's age, Izuna, and a fight had broken out. Had it not been for Madara and Hashirama, their brothers would have died that day because Butsuma and Tajima were unoriginal assholes who targeted kids like cowards.
It was on that day that Madara awakened their clan's doujutsu, the Sharingan, when it sunk in that they simply can't be friends anymore because the adults were idiots and Madara, despite that, would never betray the clan that had given birth to who Uchiha Madara was now. Madara declared to Hashirama that they were no longer friends but enemies and so started their decade long battle against each other before their fathers died. They fought for two more years, reaching the age of twenty five, before Madara was all but forced to sign a peace treaty. And despite Izuna trying to convince the Uchiha Clan head otherwise, Madara still trusted Hashirama, still saw him only as that goofy boy that had been Madara's friend for a single summer. Hashirama was offering not just peace, after all, but healing Izuna, too, from where his own younger brother had struck him down during that last battle.
Madara didn't care what the clan was going to say. They can talk to the Susanoo as far as the clan leader was concerned and Madara had pretty damn large lungs, so there will be no problem in outshouting the stupid, idiotic elders that haven't allowed for peace to be signed earlier. Thankfully, only the elders had put up a bit of resistance on both sides and within a couple of moths, the peace treaty was written,signed and they even began building the village Hashirama and Madara had dreamed of as kids. Everything was going great, even though Izuna was still glaring at Tobirama and all the other Senju and the albino was returning the favor twofold.
Madara was introduced to the third high-ranking Senju, a skilled kunoichi Senju Toka and to Hashirama's wife, Uzumaki Mito and Madara had expected that they could be somewhat friends, if at least only civil to each other, but the two women wanted to have nothing to do with Madara, much to the Uchiha's confusion. Toka eventually warmed up to Izuna and Izuna didn't glare as much at the rest of the Senju, just Tobirama for nearly killing him ha it not bee for Hashirama's expert healing abilities, so that was a plus for peace. Izuna even started courting and flirting with her, much to Madara's amusement. It was understandable that Toka would catch his interest. She was just his type, a strong woman and ninja and she was pretty enough. Madara approved of the choice, although it was still baffling why everyone everyone gave Madara such a wide berth.
It didn't take long to realize that they feared the power Madara held. After all, only Hashirama could match Madara strike for strike, blade for blade, in skill, chakra and battle prowess. But Madara had been part of the village already for a year and the only person who had change their initial attitude towards the Uchiha co-founder was Tobirama, much to everyone's surprise. Then again, with how often they worked to stop Hashirama from gambling them out of house and village, it was expected that they became somewhat friends. And they had started going out on missions together, as the two strongest fighters beside Hashirama in the village, when two such powerhouses were needed.
Madara's cheeks heated up as it occurred to the raven that Senju Tobirama was quite attractive. The Senju were not body shy and one one of their missions together, Tobirama had up and stripped right in front of Madara before going into the nearby river to wash off the blood and dirt from a battle against a battalion of some bandits. Madara's jaw had dropped but could not look away, enjoying the sight. The Uchiha could have sworn Tobirama had turned his head around just the slightest bit to wink at the raven. Ever since, Madara wasn't sure what to think of the younger Senju brother. Was he as attracted to Madara as Madara was to him? Did he want a relationship? Or did he desire just a quick tumble in the sheets?
Still, as time went on and Konoha's villagers' opinion of Madara didn't change - Izuna was swearing he will burn down the house of anyone who so much as dares say something unflattering about his older sibling in his presence - and Tobirama's antics became a bit more flirtatious than Madara was ready for, the mission that came was almost a relief.
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''Are you sure you wish to do this mission, Madara-sama?'' A fat bold man with a caterpillar for a mustache asked the long haired shinobi dressed in a beautiful red kimono with cranes sewn pain-stinkingly precisely onto it, along with sakura petals and a hibiscus on the left breast side and on the bottom of the right edge. ''From what I understand, not only are you now Clan Head but also a co-fonder of that Konhagakure place. Isn't this beneath you now?''
''I will not allow any of my clan's women to go through honeypot missions where they are either to kill, torture, seduce or sleep with the pigs that come to public houses like this.'' Madara said, tying the wild hair that brought such fame and envy into a high ponytail that left a milky white neck exposed teasingly. ''You know this will forever be my response and yet you ask each and every time.''
''Call it being a bit too fond of you, Madara-sama. You know I never wish ill upon you. I just hope you never get shamed or hurt on these missions.'' The man, one Yamasaki Toruno, said, worriedly fingering his mustache, a habit he had had long before Madara had ever met him the first time around, and that had been when Madara was just six. Clan Head and Heir Madara might have been throughout the shinobi life an Uchiha leads, but no mission had ever been considered 'beneath' the raven. Madara had insisted on taking up any and all honeypot missions ever since one member of the clan had returned in a body bag, dead, raped, beaten and then used as a pleasure toy even in death. As the strongest fighter the Uchiha have had since pretty much ever, Madara had demanded that these missions be assigned only to Madara and no one else. Tajima had, of course, protested, but Madara was as bullheaded as a donkey and eventually he gave in. Not one honeypot mission went awry since.
Madar wasn't about to break the streak just because of a village being formed. The Clan will always come first to an Uchiha, because all Uchiha are family. And family always comes first.
''I will be fine, Yamasaki-san.'' Yamasaki was probably the only man who cared what happened to his employees or the ninja his clients hired for such missions and it is why Madara held such high regard for him. He looked sleazy but he was actually a very kind and good man. ''Now, tell me what my client wants.''
''He has asked for someone to seduce and kill one of his enemies whose identity he had not given me. He said he will lead this man to the room signed to whichever shinobi is sent to fulfill the mission and he said that the kill should be as messy as possible.''
''Ah, a personal vendetta, then.'' Madara nodded, fixing the kimono one last time and taking one last look in the mirror. Damn, that looked fine. As expected. Yamasaki always saved the most beautiful kimono's for Madara and always gave them as a gift later on when the mission is over if Madara wanted it. Not at all bothered by the blood that occasionally stained the beautiful clothing, Madara usually took the kimonos home.
''Yes, I thought so as well.'' Yamasaki said, walking up behind the shinobi to straighten out a wrinkle that had formed on the back of the kimono. ''He also said that it was imperative that the shinobi doing the mission sleep with the target, as a last insult I think. I will not make you do it, Madara-sama. That is beneath you.''
Madara snorted. As if that would happen. Madara had kept away from sex despite going to countless honeypot missions either by being overly efficient in just flirting or, if bodily pleasure was a necessity, a handjob usually was enough. It is an Uchiha thing to remain a virgin until you find the one with whom you'd like to spend the rest of your days with. Uchiha ever did anything out of love or was definitely done out of love, just like marriage. Madara would not allow someone to defile the great Uchiha Madara in a ratty whore house, no matter how fancy it looked.
''Worry not. A genjutsu will be enough to fool the client when I am finished and he comes to inspect the body.''
''Very well, Madara-sama.'' Yamasaki conceded and opened the door of the private changing room he had all but gifted Madara for these missions. ''Let me lead you to your target.'' Madara nodded and followed the chubby man to a closed room, mentally preparing to act like the whores that usually worked in these places. One would think that someone like Madara - an Uchiha is all about pride and the Clan's honor, after all, and none so much as the Main Family - would be disgusted with such missions and these women, but Madara doesn't care. It is a fact that half of the women here are here because someone at one point knocked them up and they had no other way to make money to feed their children, or were widows or the fathers had simply left. Madara had even made a few friends here. A lot of women here had the Uchiha's protection. People knew better than to make trouble here. ''Here it is. Good luck and please do be careful, Madara-sama.''
''I will be fine, Yamasaki-san.'' The shinobi said, before taking a deep breath and entering the room as coyly as possible. ''Client-sama, please let me service you for tonight.'' Madara said with a low delicate bow and when black eyes fluttered up to look flirtatiously at the man seated on the other side of the room, Madara nearly froze in place. As red eyes met black, all the shocked ninja could think was:
What the hell was Senju Tobirama doing in a whore house!?
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Tobirama couldn't help but stare. You have to excuse him, since before him stood none other than the prideful and powerful Uchiha Madara, dressed as one of the prettiest hostesses Tobirama had ever laid his eyes on and he just couldn't look away. No man should ever be able to look that good in women's clothing.
Except Madara must have been using a Henge, because the person before him was so clearly a woman! The kimono accented all of the delicious curves in the other's body and the cleavage size was definitely a giveaway. And since Tobirama knew Madara was a man, he as such decided that the other was using a pretty damn good Henge if he was able to make such a convincing image. If he had not been a sensor - and Madara hadn't had such a distinctly unique chakra signature, what with all but being a living furnace - Tobirama would have assumed that the distant cousin who had taken him here was aware of his crush on Madara and though it to be a distasteful phase and assumed that a night with someone of similar looks would help him get over it. But if that were the case, then why was Madara himself here?
Tobirama had never been one to deny that he didn't really care about gender where his partners were concerned. He had always appreciated a strong personality, a protective family-oriented individual, a powerful shinobi and a smart person. As long as the person is halfway decent in looks as well, Tobirama would be very happy. Most of the traits he was looking for he found in Madara since the formation of Konoha and not to mention that the man was gorgeous. It's why Tobirama had started flirting after he made sure the other won't outright kill him for such behavior. Perhaps stripping in front of the man had been a bit too much and too forward, but Tobirama was never one to do things halfheartedly. And from the way Madara couldn't look away from him, he assumed the other was a the very least a bit interested. He had kind of been hoping to hunt the man down and ask him out on a date tonight, but his stupid cousin had just snatched him away and dragged him here. Although, he probably wouldn't have been able to take Madara out tonight, anyway, since he was pretty sure the Uchiha had said something about needing to tend to an old Clan client tonight as well.
So why was Madara here, now?
'Wait, is this a honeypot mission?' Why would Uchiha Madara be on a honeypot mission? And in this public house, famous for it's beautiful women, at that? 'Maybe he was lead to a wrong room?' Either way, Tobirama sure as hell wasn't going to chase the other away. Whoever had been intended to receive the attention of this Uchiha was probably unworthy of it. He smirked and raised a beckoning finger at the Uchiha, signaling the older to come over. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. Whatever Madara had been sent here for, Tobirama was going to keep him for himself for as long as he could.
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Madara had been in the middle of a panicked inside rant when Tobirama had smirked in an awfully sexy was if you asked Madara and crooked a beckoning finger at the Uchiha. Something in his expression was so smug that it set Madara off in a way that it probably shouldn't and the raven fought down a scowl. Instead, the idea of messing with the usually impeccably poised man had the Uchiha returning the smug smirk with a hybrid of a smug and coy smirk of Madara's own.
Before the albino could react, Madara glided effortlessly and so gracefully across the room - a feat only a trained shinobi can achieve with such grace if they were not a professional miko - and sat down in the Senju's lap, hooking long, pale arms around strong shoulders and an even paler neck. It was quite a treat to witness the shocked expression the briefly crossed the pale haired male's face.
''Client-sama has summoned me?'' Making sure the voice used was as sweet and as seductive as one could manage, Madara fluttered the long eyelashes Uchiha were famous for at the startled Senju, enjoying the effect. The bastard thought he could flirt with the Clan Head of the Uchiha? Well, Madara would show him. It was time to drive this particular Senju crazy. And Madara was personally invested in this. Oh, this was going to be fun. ''How does my Client-sama want to be serviced?'' The shiver that traveled through the strong body beneath Madara was a little more than gratifying. It usually took so much to get a reaction out of this man. Madara was proud to say to have managed it. Rare few did.
However, much to Madara's disappointment, Tobirama recovered and had the gall to bring his hands down, grabbing the Uchiha's ass! If this had been the first time Madara was doing something like this, Tobirama might have been dead already.
'Wait, isn't that why I am here in the first place? Someone wanted him dead!' Who would dare order the death of one of such prominent figures of Konohagakure so close to home? And such a humiliating way, too? Not that Madara was going to go through with it. Tobirama was Hashirama's younger brother and that dork was Madara's best friend. He would be devastated and Madara didn't want to be the cause of that, especially as it might just hurl them back into war. And Madara was so sick of war. After almost losing Izuna in that last fight ... Madara wasn't sure another war would be survivable. Not for Madara.
Tobirama's nose burrowing into the crook of Madara's neck snapped the raven haired beauty back to the matter at hand. "I am sure I can think of something someone as beautiful as you can do for me." Madara couldn't hold back a shiver of pleasure as the warm breath ghosted over the skin. That was a lot more pleasurable than one would have expected. Madara's whole body was developing goosebumps and a pleasant heat was igniting in the raven's lower belly. And then Tobirama's words registered and Madara had only a second to wonder if it was possible for Tobirama not have have recognized who Madara was before soft lips assaulted sensitive skin and all thoughts flew right out of the Uchiha's head. Obviously liking Madara's reaction, Tobirama started working on making as big of a love bite as he could manage and a startled moan escaped the shinobi on a mission. Madara tried muffling whatever sounds that wanted to escape by bitting red lips but the Senju wasn't going to allow that. "You have such a beautiful voice. Don't hold back."
Unsure of why, Madara didn't even bother to stop the moan that surfaced when Tobirama mashed their lips together. Letting Tobirama's tongue in wasn't something Madara had expected doing but it wasn't something to complain about, either. To say Tobirama wasn't good at this would have been the greatest lie Madara could have ever said so it wasn't even thought. Instead, Madara dived right into the pleasurable experience, deciding to just fuck it and let this go as far as it would. It wasn't as though Tobirama wasn't just Madara's type, either. In fact, Madara rather liked him and for an Uchiha ... Well, that might as well be love because of how strong their emotions were. It was a testimony of just how much Madara liked Tobirama that the way the other was touching the older was allowed.
Feeling the need to reciprocate, Madara reached down between their bodies and gripped Tobirama through his clothing. It was so convenient that he was in his normal dark clothes that he usually wore under his armor because Madara had no problem reaching into his pants right then and there. It was a cause of pride to find Tobirama was already hard after only just a little bit of kissing and touching. Madara had had to 'pleasure clients' in the past but none had reacted quite like this. It being Tobirama only made it far more delicious.
"Same could be said of Client-sama." Madara whispered in the Senju's ear, squeezing the length in hand and getting a garbled moan in return. A smirk slid its way onto the kimono wearing shinobi's face and said shinobi pressed closer to the younger man. "No holding back."
It was like something snapped in Tobirama and before Madara could react, suddenly the world was spinning and the ceiling was above the Uchiha with Tobirama leaning over one of Konoha's founders. Red eyes were blown wide with lust and Madara gulped, anticipation and desire clogging reason.
"You should be careful what you ask for, Ma-da-ra," was the last thing the Uchiha heard before pleasure drowned out everything else as clever hands unfastened the obi around a thin and trim waist, pushing aside the folds of the beautiful kimono and revealing moon pale skin for the viewing pleasure of only the albino genius. Curious fingers mapped every inch of skin revealed to them, starting with the flat stomach and traveling upwards, the touch feeling scorching hot on Madara's skin, trails of fire followed by goosebumps of pleasure. When those seeking hands reached Madara's chest, the Uchiha gasped as nipples were massaged and teased to full hardness and a litany of moans broke out from red lips, lead by a breathy "Tobirama".
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Tobirama had to give it to Madara. This was the best Henge he had ever seen. It even lasted a lot longer than Tobirama would have expected it to. He had glided his fingers over every portion of displayed skin on Madara's currently feminine chest, squeezing, pinching, sucking, licking, kissing and massaging the soft, impressively sized lobes and yet the Henge never let up. What's more, Madara was moaning in genuine pleasure, Tobirama could tell from the chakra signature that was right beneath him, which meant that Madara had managed a deeply anatomical Henge that connected nerves to the receptors that shouldn't even be there. A very small part - the scientist and inventor part, the scholar in him - wanted to forget all of this and ask Madara how he had managed such a feat but he was enjoying himself far too much to stop now. He could ask all of his questions later. He had Madara underneath him now and this might never happen again, so he wasn't about to screw himself over and waste this only chance. He was as much an opportunist as he was a researcher.
Besides, he could always use the excuse that it was an experiment if Madara gets angry at him. He could always say that he just wanted to see how much the Henge could take before it was dispelled. And if Madara gave up the act enough to react to his own name and call Tobirama by his and still stayed in the Henge, it might be a kink of his. Who was Tobirama to deny him, when he didn't really care about gender in the first place? He just cared about the person, not the body and he really liked Madara.
Although, he was definitely ready to admit that Madara looked great as a woman, too. The lines of his face were already a bit softer and more delicate than a man's features, his hair was silkier than even Mito's, who actively used different treatments to make it as beautiful as it was and Madara was of a slighter build than most men, even among the Uchiha. It was hard to tell with all that armor that the Uchiha Clan Head almost never took off. Tobirama had seen him out of it only twice, and once he had still been looking at the man with suspicion to take in the beauty of his features and the other time had been from a distance so he couldn't really take in the details. Still, Madara had probably not had any problems in making his body this hot. Long, shapely legs, strong and slightly muscled arms, delicate abs on a flat stomach and beautiful curves most kunoichi would probably envy him for. He wore only a little bit of make-up, mostly just the lipstick and a little eyeshadow to accent his eyes and soft lips and with his hair up in a ponytail, he made a very pretty picture. One Tobirama enjoyed framing with his body as he took off the kimono and the obi and everything underneath it. He didn't even blink at the kunai hidden on each thigh, perfectly aware that a shinobi was always ready to defend themselves. Just as expected of someone just as paranoid as Tobirama himself was. It only made Madara all that more alluring to him.
And he had to command Madara for the detail of the Henge and his concentration in maintaining it. The vagina he was teasing was as wet as any woman's would be when aroused and teased as much as Tobirama was teasing it now and he knew rare few who would be able to focus with such constant stimulation. But, then again, Madara wasn't one of the best shinobi ever for nothing. Tobirama couldn't help but wonder judt how much he could get away with or what would drive Madara crazy enough to break the Henge, so he lowered his head and took a curious lick at the lips. The action caused Madara to arch right off of the bed, a strangled cry escaping slowly bruising lips from their kisses. Deciding he liked that reaction, Tobirama did it again. And again. And again. Not a minute later, he had to hold Madara's legs apart as he ate out of the wet pussy, the Uchiha frantically moaning and trashing around as he overstimulated the female sex before him. Tobirama would freely admit to enjoying it, perhaps a bit too much, but with Madara making such beautiful noises ...
When he accidentally brought his new lover over the edge with just his tongue and Madara screamed out his name, the younger Senju felt something snap. As Madara fought for breathe and to calm down after such an orgasm, Tobirama quickly took off his own clothes, never letting his eyes stray long from the beauty before him. Pale cheeks flushed with pleasure, lips wet and red from licking and kissing, eyes half lidded in lust, hair even wilder than usual and panting, Madara presented the definition of any man's wet dream with the heaving well developed chest glistening with sweat and that come hither look in black eyes. Tobirama, already in love and completely gone for this Uchiha, fell even further and he would gladly spend the rest of his life worshiping Madara just like this.
"Don't stop," the raven said, long powerful legs spreading a little in invitation and Tobirama nearly choked on his own tongue. He scrambled to get in position at Madara's entrance, forgetting all about his curiously from earlier and instead focusing on the amazing creature before him. He covered almost the entirety of Madara's body with his own as he settled where he should and despite how eager he was, he hesitated. Sensing his dilemma, Madara wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled Tobirama closer, down for a hot kiss that left him breathless. It served its purpose, encouraging him to take things one step further and he kissed the older while he entered as gently as he could. The heat that greeted him nearly had him cuming right then and there but he resisted, using his iron clad self control and trying to calm down a little. He hadn't come this far just to cum at the very beginning of when things were getting good. "Move." It was a command and one Tobirama gladly obliged.
The first few thrusts were slow and awkward, neither of them having exactly done this often before. Tobirama figured Madara had simply never been on the bottom, when the Uchiha had in fact never done this before at all. The Senju would realize this, and something else, only after the act was done. Right now, he was overwhelmed with the tightness and the heat and the way Madara was squeezing his hips with his legs and scratching down his back in pleasure. Figuring he was going to pay for all of this later, anyway, Tobirama clamped his teeth and lips in the juncture of Madara's shoulder and neck and started sucking as he snapped his hips, faster, harder, going deeper and enjoying the loud moans and the occasional scream or whimper his thrusts earned him. Madara's hips arched and snapped back to meet his, thrust for thrust, the Uchiha also clamping teeth to Tobirama's own shoulder to try and quiet down a little. Not liking his symphony being quieted, Tobirama brought one hand down from where he had been holding Madara's hips in a bruising grip to massage the clit, making the older one curse colorfully as the pleasure became so deliciously unbearable.
"So close." Madara panted, giving up on staying quiet and letting his moans continue coming out in waves and torrents. "So close ... Can't last."
"Me too." Tobirama grunted his answer, never ceasing the movement of his hips as he brought them both closer and closer to the edge. White was starting to creep into his vision and his gut was tight with his impending orgasm. When he knew he couldn't last a second longer, he shifted his head so he could take Madara's mouth with his own and hid his moan like that as his body locked up as he came. As if that had been a trigger for Madara as well, Tobirama felt the other clamp down on him, milking him until he was totally spent.
Some distant part of Tobirama's brain wondered, for a second, why the Henge had managed to stay in place through all of that before his arms collapsed under him and he fell face first into a pair of boobs.
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Madara was still panting from the intense high the orgasm had brought when Tobirama finally lifted his head off of the Uchiha's pale chest, many minutes later. The Senju was also still out of breathe, just as flushed as Madara felt, his already spiky hair even messier than usual and it looked good on him. The type of good Madara guessed others meant when they said some had that 'just fucked' look going for them. Seeing what had just happened a few minutes ago, Madara deemed it a good and very accurate description. And the hickeys Madara left on him definitely suited him. Kind of made the Uchiha mourn the fact that they hadn't been placed in a more visible place, so everyone who saw them would know that Tobirama was the property of Uchiha Madara.
Tobirama was studying her in a way Madara had never been looked at before and it aroused the Uchiha's curiosity, so a black eyebrow arched in a silent question, demanding answers. In testimony to how well they have gotten to know each other, Tobirama understood the gesture and tilted his head to one side, those red eyes never leaving Madara.
"Why are you still in Henge?"
That ... was not what Madara had expected. Not at all. Why are you in a whore house? Yes. Were you sent to kill me? Yes. You can actually be womanly? Yes. Can we do this again? Yes. Can we forget this ever happened? Yes. Why are you in a Henge? Certainly not. And what did he mean by Henge? Didn't he know that a Henge could never stand the type of contact and activities that they have just indulged in? Shouldn't he be a genius or something? So why was he asking such a stupid - and strange - question? Why would he even think Madara was in a Henge?
Madara couldn't help but let her confusion show through as she furrowed her brows. "What Henge?" She asked carefully, half expecting him to tell her he had been joking in order to prevent an awkward atmosphere from developing. Only Tobirama didn't joke. Ever.
"Come on. You can drop the act now, Madara, and the jutsu. It's impressive, I must say, but I prefer honesty to an act any day." The albino said even as he leaned down to kiss the Uchiha's forehead. "It doesn't really matter to me whether you're a male or a female. And I promise not to tell anyone that you take honeypot missions transformed into a woman, just drop the Henge."
"What?" The Uchiha Clan Head demanded, pushing the asshole off of her person and wincing when he slipped out of her womanhood in the process none too gracefully. She ignored it and glared at the Senju, who was looking in confusion down to his own equipment. Madara looked as well and saw some blood staining the spent member red from where Tobirama had taken her virginity. "What do you mean by 'drop the Henge', Senju?" Madara demanded, glaring at the man with her arms crossed over her impressive chest.
"You're a woman," came the faint reply as dawning realization spread across the Senju's entire face, red eyes going wide and jaw falling slack. Madara's scowl darkened.
"Of course I am, jackass!" Uchiha Madara current matriarch of the Uchiha Clan, eldest child of Uchiha Tajima and his only daughter, hissed at one baffled Senju. "What did you think I was?!"
"S-since when?" Came the even stupider question and Madara felt her eye twitching, a sudden need rising in her to just smack the man to death with one of the nearby pillows. She actually started debating going through with her original mission out of spite or just the need to protect the world from this idiocy.
"Since I was born." The duh was unsaid but heavily implied. It seemed to fly right over the younger's head, anyway, and Madara was readying to reach for one of the kunai she had brought along when a knock came from the door and the worried voice of Yamasaki-san called out to her. He must have started worrying when she didn't come out for so long. "Please wait a second, Yamasaki-san." She called, grabbing the first thing that could cover her body enough to preserve her modesty. A ninja she might be but she was still a woman who had her pride and dignity and she wouldn't allow anyone else but her lover see her in such a state. The cloth that she grabbed just so happened to be Tobirama's shirt and it only covered her down to just below her butt but it would do. "You may come in."
The bald man stuck his head in and walked in with what must have been her client right behind him, a man almost as tall as Tobirama was with sun kissed skin, flat dark brown hair and dark, dark brown almost black eyes. Madara felt her anger rising when she recognized him as one of the lesser Senju clan members and a distant cousin to the Senju brothers, not even bothering to hide her rage as she let the skeleton of her Susanoo form. The man gaped at seeing not only Tobirama alive but Uchiha Madara standing protectively in front of him with long, milky white legs on display. He let out a terrified scream when a chakra apparition hand snatched him up off the ground in a tight grip.
His scream finally snapped Tobirama out of his stupor and he made to save his cousin when Madara roared.
"So it was you who dared order the execution of our Hokage's younger brother a mere few miles out of the village?! I should kill you right now!"
"What?" Was all Tobirama could say, rising to his feet, uncaring that he was as naked as the day he was born. Yamasaki-san squeaked and looked away, not wanting a shinobi to get angry with him for accidentally checking them out.
"It is why Madara-sama is here. You were supposed to be her target. I am sorry if I have somehow made problems for you by allowing the mission to take place here." The owner of the public house said but Madara was ignoring both him and Tobirama, instead focused on the traitor, who was shaking as her red eyes never left him.
"I will let the Hokage deal with you."
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"What do you mean you're a girl!?" Hashirama squeaked when he found out, staring at his oldest friend in astonishment, along with Toka and Mito and everyone else who had been there for the trail of the traitor later that night. Tobirama had went and summoned the emergency meeting while Madara had went home to change into her traditional Uchiha garbs but not having the time to put on the red armor she rarely left her compound without. Without the bulky plates of her war armor, the delicious curves of the Uchiha Clan Head were in perfect view and only a blind man would ever mistake her for a man like this. With her hair still pulled out of the way in the ponytail from earlier, it also revealed that her face was indeed much too feminine for it to belong to a man. And so everyone in the village bar Izuna, Hikaku and any other Uchiha were staring at their co-founder in varying states of shock and appreciation as they took in just how hot the newly revealed woman actually way. "Since when!?"
Izuna looked at the so called God of Shinobi as though he were nothing more than a blubbering, blind idiot. Which didn't say much, as that's actually the younger Uchiha's opinion of the man anyway. Still ... "Maybe since An'ki was born."
"B-b-but!" The man protested, looking between the siblings, not being able to believe his eyes every time they fell on the newly revealed lovely figure of his best friend. His face took on an interesting shade of red whenever his eyes begged to roam down to the impressive chest on display now that the flat plates of armor no longer hid it from sight. "We've been friends for years! Why did you never tell me before!?"
"I thought it was obvious." The scowling Uchiha replied in a glower. She was quite insulted, as she had inherited her mother's looks - and personality, yee gods; she was just as pretty and just as scary as her mother had been before her and the clan was terrified of her mother. Add to that that Madara was stronger than her mother ... - and her mother had been considered one of the most beautiful women in their clan, which said something, as Uchiha were strangely good looking as a whole. Many envied both mother and daughter for their good looks and her father also often got jealous looks, for having such a beautiful wife and daughter. To not be recognized as a woman ... Madara felt like splitting Hashirama's skull open. He'd deserve it, too. And if she didn't do it, her brother or cousin just might.
"And what were you doing in that ... public house?" A Hyuuga who was staring a bit too intently at her asked in a thick voice and she wasn't sure if it was because of his own dirty thoughts as he imagined this and that or if it was because he was using his Byakugan to see under her clothing. For his own good, it better be just because he was roused from sleep in the middle of the night for this damned meeting regarding the traitor.
"Madara-sama has taken it upon herself to go to any and all honeypot missions that might come our female clan member's way, after a tragedy from many years ago." Uchiha Hikaku replied in place of his Clan Head, a glower in his voice as he saw everyone leering at his older cousin. He was usually the calmest of the three highest ranking Uchiha but even he looked ready to execute a massacre at the moment. "In the interest of keeping our kunoichi safe, honored and dignified for their chosen spouses one day, Madara-sama has been going to these missions for many years, never failing even one. No one in the Uchiha Clan is allowed to take a honeypot mission but Madara-sama."
"Are you sure that isn't because she likes a bit more dick than a normal woman?" An Inuzuka crudely joked with a lecherous grin and then found himself flying through the many walls of the Hokage tower and out into the streets of the village after being punched by a dark blue Susanoo fist. Everyone turned around to look in fright at the pissed looking Uchiha kunouchi as she smiled sweetly - dangerously - at them.
"Just a reminder that just because I don't have a dick like you all thought doesn't mean I am no longer Uchiha Madara, nor that I am any weaker as a woman." Quite a few people in the room gulped and the Hyuuga who had been staring at her deactivated his Byakugan, rather liking his balls were they were, thank you. "I suggest you remember that well."
Hashirama thought Tobirama looked a bit too interested. For anyone's good.
This was going to take some getting used to.
The news traveled fast. The traitor was dealt with that very night but by morning everyone had heard about the fact that Uchiha Madara was not only a woman but a damned hot and beautiful one at that. Now, as Madara walked down the streets of Konoha, people stopped and turned to stare at the Uchiha, trying to see beyond the gruff exterior ... or more precisely, beyond the red war armor. The rumors of Madara being damn hot had people staring and far more reckless in interacting with the raven haired founder. Izuna and Hikaku and, like, the whole Uchiha Clan were coming closer and closer to committing murder if it would mean protecting their Clan Head's virtue. The whole thing only managed to piss off Madara more and more each day.
What's even worse is that Mito was now looking at Madara the same way Izuna and Tobirama used to look at each other across the battlefield. Madara didn't understand why the Uzumaki saw her as a rival, a threat, but Madara wasn't going to instigate any confrontations with her just because her ego was somehow slighted or something. From the way Mito always materialized whenever Madara and Hashirama were around each other, perhaps she ft threatened that her husband was going to leave her for his best friend, who had turned out to be a girl. After all, Hashirama had never displayed as much affection with anyone else as he did with his friend and Mito wasn't the only one who feared such feelings, along with Madara's beauty, might change into a different kind of love. Joke's on them, since Madara knew her guff ball of a friend adored Mito. The redhead had nothing to worry about.
Besides, Madara liked another Senju, one she didn't see as a brother.
And speaking of that Senju, he was acting ... strange, when he was around Madara now. Even more strange was the fact that such times were fewer and fewer and they were almost never alone. And it wasn't because Izuna was trying to scare away any possible suitors for his sister's hand. Tobirama seemed to be actively avoiding her and, if it could not be avoided, he always had someone with him. If that, too, was impossible, then he made himself scarce as soon as propriety or duty allowed him to. Madara was starting to suspect that Tobirama was ashamed of what happened between them but she had never known the albino to run away from the consequences of his actions before. Perhaps he was just too awkward after finding out Madara was actually a woman and he preferred men? But why would he take things as far as he did if he didn't like women at all? And he had known it was Madara, of that the Uchiha was sure since he had called her by name, so it's not the realization of whom he slept with that's making him act like this. Madara wasn't sure but she didn't have the time to ponder any of that.
She had other things to worry about.
Such as her current situation.
Not two weeks after she realized no one had known she was a woman, Madara's sensory skills picked up something strange within her chakra system. Her chakra coils had shifted and a few chakra pathways have rearranged themselves, channeling almost insignificant, unnoticeable portions of her chakra into something else. Having recently returned from a mission, she had assumed the chakra was being directed to some wound she hadn't noticed and had just shrugged it off. By the end of the third week, though, her sensory skills picked up another change that had sent her into a near panic attack. She had felt another source of chakra inside her body, so similar to her own that only a powerful sensor would be able to pick it up as not really hers. Not wanting anyone else to find out before she confirmed her rousing suspicions for herself, Madara had entered the library in Konoha at night, found a few books and scrolls on the topic that interested her and read through the night. By morning, she was both excited and worried sick. Now that she knew what was going on, she didn't know what to do or even think. She knew how it happened - how could she not? It was the only time she ever did something like that in her whole life! - but she wasn't sure how anyone would react.
Izuna would be out for blood all the while supporting her through it.
Hikaku would never leave her side.
Her clan would be as supportive as her brother, but also as blood thirsty if the one responsible does not do right by her. Uchiha were truly creatures of love and pride and they will not rest until both were addressed.
Hashirama would probably cry, the sap.
Mito and Toka and most of the Senju would be skeptical an no doubt accuse her of things that will have her clan retaliating and sending them right back into war.
The village might agree and side with the Senju to defend their honor, leaving the Uchiha with impossible odds to fight.
And Tobirama ...
Madara didn't want to think about how Tobirama would react. She would rather never find out, either, especially after the way he had been acting around her. She did not need him acting like the rest of the village might. If he were to act like that ... Well, Madara might just lead the Uchiha in their newfound war. Again, Uchiha: love and pride and all that. And it was actually a bit scary to contemplate, just how much his reaction might affect her. Most of her life, the only opinions that have ever mattered were from her closest family and that only left Izuna and her cousin Hikaku now. Finding that she cared so much for the opinions of Hahsirama (as her best friend and adopted brother through their dreams) and Tobirama, especially Tobirama, was unsettling. She knew it will take some getting used to and some space and time might be a good start.
No one knew, for now. She had to keep it that way and it will be only a matter of time before this becomes visible to the Hyuuga's Byakugan and her clan's Sharingan. She had until the end of the month. With how prone to using their Kekkei Genkai both clans were - her clansmen to intimidate anyone who stared lecherously at their Clan Head and the Hyuuga to stare at said Clan Head - it was bound to happen too soon for Madara's liking. Not to mention that other obvious first symptoms will come and those she will not be able to hide. Not even she could stop herself from vomiting, despite being the great Uchiha Madara.
So she began making preparations, starting off with leaving one of her specially trained falcons with Yamasaki-san and telling him that all honeypot missions are to be sent by that falcon alone. He is only to notify the clan after Madara has finished the mission and their half of the payment goes directly to Izuna's or Hikaku's hands while Madara's can be delivered either with her falcon or after she finished the mission and be handed to her in person while she was still in his establishment. She followed that up with checking all of the clan's infrastructure and leaving one more falcon for Izuna to find so he can send her all of her clan matters wherever she settles. These falcons were trained to always find her chakra signature, even if she is keeping hidden and they will never allow themselves to be followed, so Madara knows that her location will remain secret. It's the same communication method developed so she can go on longer missions while still taking care of her clan and brother. It's a way for her to get the clan matters dealt with, sign and approve or disapprove documents, trade treaties, missions and whatever comes the clan's way. She left a note with Izuna to also send her the village matters she would usually have to deal with, too, as co-founder. Izuna will throw a fit about it, no doubt, especially since not even he will know why Madara was leaving, but he will never disobey his beloved older sister. He will no doubt send her personal letters - most of which will probably pester her about why she left - along with the paperwork and possibly some treats Madara will miss that were only made in Konoha. By the Sage, she missed her little brother already.
Besides the official matters regarding her clan and the village, Madara had another thing to sort out. Namely one Uchiha Kagami, her very first apprentice and practically adopted son. His parents had died when he was but a month old during the wars and his grandmother had taken care of him for two years before she passed away from an old wound that had never healed quite right. Someone had taken up the duty to look after him for another few months but after they ended up dying, too, no one wanted to do anything with the crying three year old. Madara, in her early twenties, had taken one look at him, so miserable and alone, and had picked him up right from where everyone was pointing and looking and whispering about him being a bad omen, and had adopted him as her own, telling him she would teach him how to fight and how to use his Sharingan when he awakened it. And at eight, he did and Madara had taught him most of the things he needed to know about their Kekkei Genkai, but he still had to learn many other things any shinobi should know. And she absolutely refused to take him with her, since he had a bright future in Konoha.
So, if he can't have his Shishou, Madara will make sure to find him a Sensei. She figured Tobirama owed her anyway, so she signed Kagami up for his genin team that seemed to be growing in numbers by the day. He will at least make some friends that way as well. Madara was rather pleased with her decision.
There were other little things Madara had to take care of in the one week she had remaining before her condition became obvious for anyone with special eyes to see or - Kami forbid - a sensor to feel and she finished them up quickly. Most of the time, she spent with her brother, cousin and apprentice and the occasional lunch with Hashirama, acting as she would normally while secretly finishing her preparations. Three scrolls were all that needed to be placed in her pouch by the time she was finished, one containing food, one most of the things she would need and her weaponry while the last one contained only her gunbai, her scythe and her katana.
One morning, like she had picked up the habit to, Uchiha Madara walked out of the gates of Konohagakure for her morning stroll, nodding in greeting to the guards on duty and she never came back.