Just a few things I'd like for you to note in no particular order:

First, I've yet to actually publish smut. This being my first time, please point out any and all flaws, pretty please? And I'm sorry if it's bad quality.

Second, and this is just a fair warning, I'm bad with multi-chapter stories. I tend to have irregular update schedules and some are just left unfinished due to lack of inspiration. (I hate myself for it, really.)

Third, this will have three settings: smut, fluff and a bit of angst.

Four. Kuro means black. Karasu means raven. It's irrelevant to the story, I just really liked the sound of kurokarasu and well, my ukes have black hair like ravens, so yeah…

And lastly it's a HashiMada story with TobiIzu on the side (might or might now include a smutty TobiIzu chapter) and very, very little HashiMito. And of course, MadaIzu bromance.

I think that's it for now. So yeah, read, review, favorite, stalk, I mean, follow, or whatever you're into. Just do it.

I disclaim the characters and I apologize for the Nike reference (not really).

They were both there for different reasons, but, if you really think about it, they might not have been so different at all.

One was there, on this particular day, to drown the sorrows of a broken heart from three years ago. The man he had been with since his first year at high school, the one he thought was his soul mate and would be by his side for the rest of his life, had, on this day three years ago, left him for a woman.

I want a family, Madara, he had said. Both being males, this would never happen, and so, he left Madara after nearly a life time together because really, seven years of your life is a life time. It hurt Madara, but he never showed it. Instead, on the anniversary of the day, he'd come to this place and drown himself in alcohol. His body would go numb and he wouldn't have to remember. Since that day, he never took relationships seriously. Why should he? Everyone eventually leaves you. No would ever catch him again; he'd make sure of that.

The other was there, on this particular day, to drown the sorrows and shame of having just signed the papers to end his marriage of eight years. He had loved his wife, very much so, but, somehow, they both had known that their marriage was lacking something, something very important. Unable to sustain a relationship on empty love had taken a toll on the both of them.

I just can't do this anymore, Hashirama, she had said. He should have fought to keep his family together, he should have tried harder. But, when there is no love between the two, what is the purpose of continuing together? It wasn't fair for him, for his wife, correction, his ex-wife, and most of all; it wasn't fair for their little girl. With a heavy sigh, he agreed that the best was to go their separate ways; they would maintain a healthy relationship, for them and for their daughter. There was something missing in his life and, and as unfortunate as it was, he wouldn't find it by Mito's side.

So he walked into this place, the smoke blurring out his vision, the stench of alcohol, tobacco, vomit and other body fluids filled the air. But he paid no mind to this. He walked towards the bar and took the only empty seat available; between a robust man with spiky, copper colored hair and a smaller man with unruly, blacker than black hair.

He squeezed his way in between the two, trying not to disturb either of them. The copper headed man had his back to him and was laughing uncontrollably to something one of his two friends had said. The raven haired man didn't even bother to acknowledge his presence and instead sipped on his drink as the other tried to clumsily sit himself comfortably.

Madara couldn't help but smirk as he eyed the new comer through the corner of his eye as the man tried to get the attention of a bar tender. He was being too hesitant and polite. Obviously, this blue collar fellow wasn't one for the bar scene.

Taking pity on the man, Madara gulped down his beverage before slamming the glass on the counter. "Jiraya! Get your fucking ass over here."

Hashirama turned to look at the raven discreetly but all he saw was raven tresses blocking the man's face before his attention was drawn to a tall man with broad shoulders and white hair standing before them.

"What do you want, squirt?"

"Refill," Madara answered in annoyance as he lifted his now empty glass.

"Coming right up," Jiraya answered as he took the glass from the raven's hand.

Hashirama took this as his queue to ask for his service. "Excuse me; can I have a Martini?"

"Yeah." Jiraya quickly answered as he walked off.

The two stayed there in silence. Madara rested his hand on the palm of his hand as he waited for his drink to arrive and Hashirama took this time to examine him. He was built, but not too built; just right, was a good way to describe him. He couldn't be that much younger than himself, but their choice of clothing were different. While he wore his suit and tie, the other man wore what appeared to be a royal blue v-neck shirt, worn out tight jeans and black combat boots; a casual look. And he was a creamy pale color; it glowed the color of the lights that would hit him. And his hair. That hair was so beautiful; there was no other way to describe it. It was wild and untamed, just like a raven. For a moment, Hashirama thought of what it would be like to tame that wild raven.

A few minutes later, Jiraya arrived with their drinks. "Here you go," and he went on his marry way after a big breasted woman that entered his vision.

Jiraya mixed up their drinks. He put Hashirama's near Madara and vice versa. Both men reached for their drinks at the same time and as their hands neared their drink, they touched. Madara felt a jolt course through him. This man's touch was so hot. Hashirama on his part felt a similar jolt run down his spine. The raven's hand was so soft.

Madara swung his head to rid his hair from his face as he turned to fully look at the man next to him. Their hands unmoved; Hashirama's over Madara's. Hashirama stared into those dark orbs; he could see himself reflected in them. he studied the raven haired man's face and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find him attractive.

It was Hashirama whom broke away first. He smiled down at the smaller man.

Madara's eyes widen as he saw the smile. His eyes radiate kindness. That smile… so welcoming, he thought. The hand on his own was making his skin burn.

Hashirama gave Madara's hand a small squeeze before picking up his drink. He turned away and gulped it down. Standing up to leave, he turned back to the other man and giving him one last smile, he made his way out. Madara stayed in his seat as he watched the burnet leave. Biting his lower lip, he got his drink, and, copying the other man, he gulped it down before standing up and following him.

…

Hashirama didn't bother looking back. He knew the raven haired man was following him, just like he intended him too. He'd never been attracted to a man before, but there was something about this man; he saw something in those endless black eyes of his and he wanted to figure out what it was. He wanted that raven.

Madara hated himself for falling for the smile. But it was so alluring, so soft; it made his heart thump in his ears and it pulled him towards the other man. He knew the other was aware of his presence even though the burnet made no attempt to call for him. That was all right for him. He didn't need anyone. It would just be sex.

Coming next: a full chapter of amateur smut. It's already written, I'm just reading it over to make sure my first smut isn't a total disaster. On the bright side, since it's already written, I'll upload it soon. And yeah…