The sounds of clashing swords echoed across the battlefield. Corpses of Senju and Uchiha alike were strewn about, some forever frozen in a state of agony. Remaining clan members watched over the dead bodies of their family and companions as they listened to the sounds of battle. The two clan leaders of the Senju and the Uchiha were still going at it, neither side giving an inch in their fight. As Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha fought, their younger brothers faced each other in their own battle.

Madara paused in his actions as he heard Tobirama shout out a technique and the sound of Izuna coughing up blood. He snapped his head towards his brother. His left side was bleeding profusely and blood was trickling out of his mouth in crimson waterfalls. Madara dropped his sword as he immediately forgot about his battle with Hashirama to go help his brother.

"Izuna!" he shouted as he barely managed to catch Izuna's limp body in his arms. "Please, hold on! I promise I'll save you!"

Madara placed Izuna's arm around his neck, supporting his brother up. All strength seemed to have left Izuna's body and that immensely worried Madara. He swore he would protect Izuna, no matter what. He had to get his brother away from this place. He jerked his head up when he heard someone land in front of him. He narrowed his eyes when he spotted Hashirama. The Senju pointed his sword at him and Izuna.

"Madara," the Senju leader said. "You cannot defeat me."

Madara growled. "Hashirama…"

The next instant surprised the Uchiha. Hashirama threw the sword into the ground. He walked up to Madara, extending a friendly hand to him and giving him a soothing smile.

"Madara, why don't we end this?" Hashirama asked. "If the Senju and the Uchiha come together, other shinobi clans will not be able to stand against us. The conflict will eventually die down. This war between the shinobi clans can finally stop."

"Don't listen to him, nii-san!" Izuna protested. Madara turned to look back at his little brother. "Don't fall for their lies…These bastards killed the Uchiha! You would…team up with the ones who killed our family…our friends?"

Madara spotted the numerous bodies of dead Uchiha lying about the area. He knew Izuna had a point. Why would he cooperate with the ones who killed his other brothers? Why would he negotiate with the leader of that despicable clan? But their leader was Hashirama…his old friend. Hashirama wouldn't lie about something as important as this. Izuna was bleeding out on him and he needed to find a healer as soon as possible; he could feel his brother's blood dampen his side. He had a choice to make and he had to make it now.

In one universe, Madara decided to reject the truce at that point and chose to flee with his brother. This would set the shinobi world on a course of destruction. However, this was not to be.

"You always were a naïve fool…" Madara finally said. "Very well. Heal my brother and the rest of the injured Uchiha. If you do that, I'll consider accepting your offer."

Izuna gaped in shock. "But…nii-san! You can't—"

"Izuna, I want to protect our clan just as much as you do. This is my decision. I don't want anyone to suffer any more than they already have."

The Senju gave him a wide grin, similar to the ones he had seen on Hashirama's face when they were children. He placed his hand on Madara's shoulder, gripping it firmly to show his support.

"Alright then," Hashirama said. "I'll get all available healers here as quickly as possible."

"Onii-chan, are you this is such a good idea?" Tobirama snapped, walking up to stand next to his elder brother. "You know how dangerously unpredictable the Uchiha are."

"Nonsense," the elder Senju huffed, waving off his brother's concern. "No alliance can survive if both sides cannot trust each other. You need to get over this image you have of the Uchiha. They aren't paper bombs that will go off on you at the slightest movement."

"I beg to differ," Tobirama muttered under his breath, giving Madara and Izuna a hateful glare. It was immediately returned tenfold by Izuna.

"Tobirama," Hashirama warned.

His shoulders slacked when his brother crossed his arms and looked away from the Uchiha brothers. Unlike himself, Tobirama hadn't had the chance to befriend or get to know the Uchiha. Their father's teaching strung high into his younger brother's mind, only increasing after the deaths of Kawarama, Itama, and their mother. It just so happened that Tobirama had a habit of holding grudges for a long time.

Hashirama sighed. It seemed they had a lot of work to do. He motioned Madara to lay Izuna on the ground. The younger Uchiha protested against it, shouting that there was no way he was going to trust a Senju to heal his wounds. Madara hushed him, promising to be nearby in case Hashirama decided to try anything; not that he would ever go against his best friend's trust in the first place. Madara and Izuna's eyes carefully watched Hashirama as his hands began glowing green. He placed his hands over the bleeding wound and instantly frowned. Tobirama had done a lot more internal damage than it appeared. Some of Izuna's internal organs had been sliced apart. If Madara had left with Izuna, there was little to no chance Izuna would have survived from this wound.

It was imperative that there were plenty of medical-nins in any shinobi clan. Hashirama had prided himself as an expert in medical ninjutsu. He had been able to save many of his clansmen's lives from the brink of death and restored hope in those who thought their loved ones were lost. He would save Izuna's life just as he had done for his own clan members. He swore that to himself as he focused on repairing the damaged organs first. He never noticed when other medical ninjas from both the Senju and Uchiha clans arrived, treating the other injured patients lying about the battlefield.

"Hashirama?"

Hashirama perked his head up. "Yeah?"

"Ah…" Madara began unsurely. "Thank you…"

He smiled. "It's no problem at all."

"No. I meant…thank you for not giving up on me…on the Uchiha."

Hashirama would have said something in reply, but the fierce glare Izuna was giving him deterred him from doing so. The younger Uchiha's expression clearly said the following: stay away from my nii-san or die a horrible and agonizing death, you bastard Senju. Hashirama settled on refocusing his attention back to Izuna's wound. Obviously the younger Uchiha would gut him open if he tried anything around Madara, no matter how good his intentions were.

As far as he knew, Izuna never really knew his other elder brothers. That left Madara as his only sibling he could relate to. Because of that, Izuna became fiercely protective of his elder brother; just as Madara became extremely close and protective of Izuna. They had a bond unlike anything Hashirama had seen between siblings. They were closer to each other than Hashirama was to Tobirama, and he was extremely close to his remaining little brother.

He could only imagine the immense suffering Madara would go through should he lose his little brother.

Hashirama's frown deepened. He wouldn't let that happen. Even now, he still thought of Madara as a gift from the gods. He was that one person who disagreed with the ways of the current shinobi world. He was another foolish kid who clung to the belief that they could change their world and create a place where children wouldn't have to kill each other. Even after all these years, Hashirama still considered Madara his friend and he still held a special place in his life.

He raised an eyebrow at his inner thoughts. They sounded extremely suggestive. He didn't like Madara in that way…did he? No. That would be impossible. They were friends. That's all they would ever be.

Hashirama patched up Izuna's side once he healed most of the critical damage done to his organs. He told the Uchiha brothers that Izuna should refrain from doing any strenuous physical work for a few weeks until his wound completely healed. Izuna scoffed at him, saying he wouldn't take orders from a Senju. Madara flicked his otouto's forehead, reprimanding him for his stubbornness. Izuna pouted at his elder brother, crossing his arms in defeat as he lay on the ground. It was a rather humorous sight to see for Hashirama.

It was only the beginning. He had managed to accomplish his first objective towards creating their childhood dream. The Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan came together and they agreed to work together to stop the wars that plagued the Land of Fire. No other ninja clan was able to combat their power. The conflict eventually died down enough for Hashirama and Madara to begin discussing the formation of their village. Hashirama had said he wanted it to be located at the foot of the mountain where they had promised to create it. Madara had no objection to it, but chastised the Senju for clinging to childish notions. Hashirama then got depressed, causing Madara to snap at him for still having that bad habit before he apologized.

Once the location was chosen, Hashirama went about to gathering all the available carpenters to start building up the village. While he did this, Madara and Izuna were in charge of the positioning of all the buildings. Izuna still had his misgivings about trusting the Senju, but his elder brother's decision helped to sway him to cooperate with them. That didn't mean he and Tobirama had to give each other evil sneers whenever they happened to pass by each other. Hashirama shook his head at how immature their younger brothers acted when around each other. Madara had no qualms about it. He disliked Tobirama just as much as Izuna did, if not more so. The constant tension between them was disconcerting, but it never got in the way of the construction of the village.

It was during this time Hashirama really saw the command and authority Madara showed off. It was no surprise he became clan head based on his combative abilities, but Hashirama did not realize how masterfully Madara seemed to direct things around with such organization and skill. It made him gain a whole respect towards his friend.

Before he knew it, their village had been completed. Hashirama stood at the top of the mountain overlooking the village with Madara. The sun was beginning to set on the village, casting a beautiful orange glow upon the forest trees. He spotted the civilians and shinobi below interact with each other. He saw children playing happily without a care in the world. A school for those aspiring shinobi was still being built, but it would soon be finished. He smiled at everything he saw.

"It's hard to believe…but we finally managed to complete that pipe dream of ours," Madara commented as he caught a leaf in his hand.

"Success!" Hashirama cheered. "There are only a few things left to do now."

"Like?"

"Well, we need a name for the village. We also need to elect a village leader, but I'll need to get the Fire Daimyo's permission before that can happen. We have time before we have to worry about those two things, but it never hurts to think in advance. Any ideas on a name?"

Madara peeked through the hole that had been burned into the leaf, looking at the village. "How about…Konohagakure? The Village Hidden in the Leaves?"

A depressive cloud formed over Hashirama. "That's too simplistic. You called it exactly what you saw it as."

"Well, do you have anything else in mind that sounds better, you idiot Senju?" Madara snapped.

A sweatdrop ran down Hashirama's head, his depression gone. "Not really."

"Then don't rebuke me for offering it a simple name," Madara replied, letting go of the leaf and watching it float away on the wind.

"Alright then. Konoha it is," the Senju announced. "We should rejoice in its grand opening!"

Madara blinked. "Grand opening? It's not a new shop that just opened up, Hashirama."

"You know what I meant. Our dream finally became a reality. Isn't that something that should be celebrated?"

"I suppose…"

"I haven't been able to speak to you on equal terms in so long, my friend," Hashirama said, placing a hand on Madara's shoulder. "Can we not go back to those days when we used to skip rocks together?"

Madara sighed before smiling at his friend. "Alright then; if you insist."

Hashirama's heart jumped into his throat. It was always a heartwarming sight to see his friend smile like that. However, it was directed at him this time. That fact alone made his face warm up slightly. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Recently, he would become distracted whenever he was around Madara. He had yet to conclude why he felt the way he did around his old friend. He was always in high spirits when around him. Perhaps it was due to all those years he was forced to fight against him when they were friends before? He had no idea.

He brought Madara to his newly constructed home and decided to pop open a few bottles of special sake he had been saving for such a special event. He offered some to Madara, but the Uchiha politely refused. Hashirama thought nothing of it. Madara was probably not a big drinker. Hashirama began speaking of the events that happened after that fateful day at the river. He figured it would be a good time to catch up with each other on happenings that happened after that day and reveal memorable times he shared with his family. He wanted to show Madara he had no issues with revealing personal information and he trusted his friend. He spoke of his training and his studies in medical ninjutsu. He even spoke of a few shenanigans he and his younger brothers managed to get themselves into.

He never noticed how many cups of sake he had while he did this.

"And wham! His face was splattered with rice!" Hashirama laughed. "Oh, otou-san was furious with me for goading them into doing it. That punch I got from him was worth it, though."

"I'm surprised your father didn't kill you numerous times over," Madara remarked. "You're gutsier than you appear."

"Nah…not that gutsy," Hashirama slurred, placing down his sake cup. "If I had any guts at all, I'd tell you something important."

Madara blinked in confusion. "Eh? What do you mean by that?"

Hashirama moved closer to the Uchiha. "You really want to know?"

"Hashirama…you're a bit too close."

In his drunken haze, there were things he saw about the man sitting across from him that he never noticed before. Madara was downright gorgeous…for a guy. Midnight black locks cascaded down his back and perfectly framed his almond-shaped face. His skin was lightly tanned, complementing yet contrasting against the dark colors of his hair and eyes. He looked intimidating to others, but Hashirama knew who he truly was deep down. Although he was emotionally guarded, Madara was a kind and gentle individual. No one bothered to see that side of him. They only saw the rough surface rather than the diamond behind it. That's why the others in the village tended to avoid and scorn him.

"You are beautiful…" he said without thinking.

Madara gaped. "Eh!? Hashirama, exactly how much did you drink!?"

"Just enough," he said as he got even closer to Madara's face. "Enough to tell you that you're special to me, Madara."

The Uchiha merely stared back at Hashirama in complete shock. He was speechless; unsure of how to respond to such a bold statement. He froze entirely when Hashirama caressed his cheek in an almost loving way. The Senju pulled Madara's face closer to his, their lips bare centimeters from each other. That was when the sirens in Madara's brain finally decided to go off. He shoved the drunken Senju away from him, a fierce blush staining his face.

"The hell are you doing, you perverted idiot!?" he snapped embarrassingly. "What's wrong with you!?"

"Absolutely nothing," Hashirama replied, tenderly grabbing hold of the hands that had pushed him away. He then pushed Madara onto the ground. "Why are you so serious all the time?"

"Get off of me, Hashirama," Madara demanded, noticing the suggestive position he had been forced into. He eyed the Senju as he straddled his waist with his knees. "This is unseemly!"

"Relax, Madara," Hashirama shushed him. Madara tensed up when the Senju bent down closer to him, his hot breath brushing past his face.

"Stop. I don't…want this."

Hashirama smiled that ever annoying grin at him. "Then why aren't you resisting?"

"Shut up!" Madara snapped indignantly. "I just don't want to resort to pounding you into next week if I can bring you to reason."

"Madara, I told you before that you can't defeat me."

"You think I can't handle myself against you even when you're drunk off your ass? You underestimate me, you naïve Senju."

Hashirama pinned his arms down on either side of his head. "I accept that challenge then."

"What are you—"

He was cut off when lips crashed against his. His eyes dilated when he realized Hashirama was kissing him. Not just anyone, but Hashirama. Another man. Not to mention this was his first time kissing anyone. This was taboo in society. It was unnatural and completely disgusting. He was even more confused why he didn't knee the idiot in the nuts as soon as he realized this. Why was he enjoying it!? Why was he going along with it!?

The Senju pulled away, looking at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes filled with desire. He blinked at the emotion he saw in those dark depths.

"I think I finally realize what this sensation I've been feeling recently is," he said to him. "Madara, I want you."

Madara's jaw dropped. "You have got to be joking with me, Senju. You know such an association is forbidden!"

"I don't care what they think. Besides, no one has to know."

"But I don't like you in that way!"

Hashirama playfully smirked at him. "Don't you?"

Madara bit his lip. He would be lying if he said that Hashirama wasn't one of the people on his "Important People" list. He would also be lying if he said that he didn't care about the Senju on some level. But he most certainly did not like the Senju enough to do naughty things like this in secret with him!

He let out a strangled noise when Hashirama began pulling down the high collar of his Uchiha mantle. The damn pervert was peering down inside his clothing. He instinctively slammed his forehead against the Senju's. Both men let out pained shouts. Hashirama flew back far enough for Madara to sit upright. He rubbed the large red spot now on his forehead. Madara mirrored him, also attempting to soothe the blossoming pain coming from between his temples.

"I told you before that I don't want this, you moron!" he growled, Sharingan eyes blazing in the dim room. "Get that through that thick skull of yours!"

"You sure?"

He snapped his head to the side. He found Hashirama there. When did he get behind him? The Senju wrapped an arm around his waist and brought him into his chest. His other hand ran through his hair.

"It's soft. How do you do it?"

"Don't ask me about something as trivial as that," Madara muttered. "Why are you so persistent?"

"You said that I thought you couldn't handle yourself against me and you'd rather not pound me if I could see reason. Let's test that to be sure."

Madara's face flushed red. "I didn't mean it like that!"

He smirked at him again. "Did you?"

"Stop twisting my words around…"

His hand began traveling down past Madara's belt. "You never were one to back down from a challenge, Mada-chan. Why start now?"

Madara glared at the Senju. "Hashirama…call me 'Mada-chan' again and I'll chop it off."

"Then there's no danger if I do this?"

"Get your hand out of my pants! Don't—AH!"

That was the forbidden zone. No one but himself was allowed down there, yet Hashirama had completely bypassed it and so easily too. The idiot was craftier than he looked. He began to feel that familiar, yet uncomfortable heat spread through his body. Hashirama was giving him a triumphant grin as if he had just won a prestigious award.

"Found it," he said. "You really are gifted, aren't you?"

"I never realized you were such a closet pervert…" Madara hissed back. "Let it go, damn it!"

"I don't think I will."

"Bastard. What do you want from me?"

"…I want you to be mine."

Madara ground his teeth together. He was placed in a precarious position. He could try and wait out until Hashirama passed out, but it could be hours before that happened. The Senju were notorious for being able to outlast other shinobi in just about anything. Madara knew he didn't have the patience for that. He also knew Hashirama would continue molesting him until then. If he pacified him just this once…he could leave as soon as he was able to.

"…If I do it with you, you will never speak about it to me or anyone else. Ever. Is that clear?"

Hashirama merely smiled at him, nuzzling his face into Madara's hair. "Crystal."

HashiMada. My OTP of Yaoi pairings. And Mpreg because it needed to be done. I'm mostly doing this fic for fun and the sole fact that there's like NO HashiMada mpreg fanfiction on FF. Where's the love for the potential families these two can make!? This must be corrected! Many thanks to my co-author kitsunelover300 for helping me make this story become a reality! :D

I know I have other fanfics to work on, but my muse wanted to do this for quite some time now. *puts on a pair of shades* Deal with it. If you don't like it, don't read it.