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WARNING: Mad snogging. This story may cause nose bleeds, foaming or watering at the mouth, loss of breath, increase in blood pressure, and other serious side effects. Please read at your own risk...
Madara/Hashirama/Izuna
Author's note: This was a challenge given to me by my friend. I'm not one to miss an opportunity to scare the heck out of people, so I accepted. Ku, ku, ku, I can still remember her facile expression when I said I'd do it. PRICELESS!!! Anyway, this is only my second ever sex scene and it's my first yaoi. So if it sucks I apologize. My first ever yaoi is a threesome...that's impressive.
Sweet Irony
Madara paced the tile floors of his office, one fisted hand behind his back while the other gripped at the single piece of paper within his grasp, a look of utter irritation across his face. He had been doing this for a little over an hour now.
Silently raging.
Madara's livid crimson eyes intently scanned the paper, an ever present frown upon his lips. His sharingan was all but attempting to burn holes in the innocent sheet of paper, but much to his displeasure, the blasted thing remained.
What was it that was causing the Uchiha such aggravation? Well, the paper in his hands just so happened to be a peace treaty...
Given to him by Hashirama, his arch rival.
The dark, menacing charka rolling off Madara left an almost terrifying weight looming throughout his isolated chamber. A weight that would crush the spirits of all who dared linger within his presence.
Madara stopped suddenly, his face pointed to the ceiling and eyes closed in an expression of concentration. A shadowed frown still across his lips.
Hashirama...the man he respected most.
His rival.
His equal.
But there was something else he felt for the other man that Madara himself didn't fully understand. A feeling of longing that Madara had never before experienced until a few short months ago.
An aching in his chest.
What had sparked this he did not know, and for the longest time didn't care. However, the continuous reappearance of this deep foreboding longing was beginning to wear at his patience.
He was beginning to realize the cause of his newly acquired heart ache, and he didn't like it in the least. At least...
That's what he kept telling himself.
He lowered his head then, his eyes opening to reveal blood red eyes hardened to the likeness of steel. A darkly smirk crawled sinisterly along his smooth lips as he read over the contract one last time.
He knew exactly how to respond to Hashirama's treaty.
His smirk widened ever more menacingly, his piercing eyes aglow with wicked intent. "Izuna."
"Yes?" called the smooth voice of Madara's younger brother. The younger Uchiha had been leaning casually against the opposite side of the door, listening to his brother's restless pacing for some time now.
Madara wet his lips. "I've made my decision." Madara crossed his arms, though his younger brother couldn't see the gesture.
There was the light sound of shifting from the outside of the door, before the amused voice came. "And what would that be dear brother?"
Madara let his eyes slim devilishly. If Hashirama wanted peace, then let there be peace...
His way.
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Hashirama looked to the clear sky over head with calm brown eyes absently, his lips set into a firm frown, and a crease on his brow. Deep in thought.
What was going to be Madara's answer to the treaty?
Hashirama stopped his slow pace and slowly shook his head. Of course the Uchiha wouldn't agree to such ideals. Madara was never one to settle clan disputes by peaceful negotiation. His damn pride wouldn't allow for that it seemed.
Arrogant bastard.
A glint of something unreadable flashed through Senju's dark eyes, before it was promptly replaced by an expression of displeasure.
Why did that man have to be so difficult? Couldn't he see the rational thought of such an alliance?
Then again, it was Madara Uchiha he was referring to. Arrogant, selfish, domineering, self-centered, egotistical, handsome...
Hashirama suddenly went rigid. Where had that thought come from? He waited in strained silence for his tense muscles to loosen a bit, trying to regain his rational state of mind. When had that thought even accrued to him? The thought that Madara, his long time rival, was handsome.
The memory came to him. Slowly, but still as vivid as he'd always remembered that day. The day he first met Madara and Izuna Uchiha so long ago.
Ah yes. Even then Madara had been an undeniably beautiful man. One that Hashirama knew he'd never be able to be with.
Why?
Simply because he was a Senju, and as he knew all too well, Madara was an Uchiha. An Uchiha who hated his guts.
So in the end, he had simply denied his feeling towards the Uchiha to himself, and it had worked for many years...until now that is.
Izuna too was a beautiful man. Less arrogant and selfish then his elder brother, level-headed, rational, clever...
Everything that so perfectly complimented his elder brother, Madara. Like Madara though, he could not pursue the young man, for there would be a heavy price to pay.
He knew all too well the bond those two shared.
A flash.
Steel glistened in the sunlight and the sound of metal meeting metal could be heard. Hashirama stood in a defensive position, sword at the ready for the next attack. A single kunai lay useless at his feet.
An ambush.
"Hashirama." Hashirama's eyes hardened at the voice, recognizing it instantly. "It has been far too long."
"Uchiha! Show yourself!" The Senju leader commanded, tilting his sword ever farther into a striking position. His armor clicked with each movement he made.
Izuna stepped out from behind a tall pine and made his way towards the other man. His fingers casually brushed against the trees he passed as he leisurely made his way down to the beaten trail.
Hashirama frowned. Damn Uchiha arrogance. It seemed even Izuna could be just as bad as his brother when he wanted to be.
"What do you want?" Hashirama questioned suspiciously, never taking his eyes off the younger man. But then his eyes noticed a flicker of blue from the far end of the trail behind him. "Madara." He acknowledged, glancing back to Izuna's older brother.
There was complete silence while Madara made his way down the pathway, heading towards the two men. His trademark fan gleaming in the flickering light before he passed under the forest's shadows. He stopped in a patch of nightly shade some distance from the two, his keen eye trained intently on the Senju leader.
Hashirama felt an uneasy chill run the length of his spine. He just had to run into the Uchiha brothers while alone and a fair distance from any sort of backup.
This could potentially get very messy, and the odds were not in his favor.
Izuna was the first to breech the silence, a placid smile on his face. "Shall we begin then?"
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The sounds of earth crumbling, metal clashing, and heavy breath echoed throughout the isolated woodlands, causing flocks of birds to flee as their tree perches fell and shook beneath them. Fire scorched at the barren earth and the timbers of the land, leaving charcoaled smears across every tree and stone.
Blood was littered across the forest floor, painting the ground rust brown. Debris was scattered among the remains of what was left of a once proud forest, now made flat in the wake of battling tyrants.
Hashirama blocked Izuna's blade with his own, swiftly maneuvering to avoid a slash from his other hidden blade at the back. He tried to pull a dagger from his waist band with his free hand to attack the young Uchiha, only to find it gone.
A sharp pain hit the Senju full on as Izuna jumped away, avoiding the round house kick his elder brother had just landed on the other man's side. Having been able to take advantage of Hashirama's off-guardedness.
Hashirama coughed up blood at the impact, losing his balance temporarily and finally hitting the ground with great force. He glanced up to find Madara in possession of his missing daggers, a smug smirk on his face.
Cocky bastard.
So far the three hour long battle had been intense and raw, pouring blood and sweat from the three men in a way that only equals can bring about. So far though, the Uchihas were winning this battle, and Hashirama was near complete collapse.
Fighting one Uchiha was bad enough, but two was an unspeakable act even for him.
Hashirama got to his feet, taking another position though it was a bit off do to his fading stability. Madara came in at an awkward angle, and the Senju warily attempted to defend against the attack with his sword. He backed up, only to have to defend against Izuna's sneak attack to the rear.
For a brief second, Hashirama's vision blanked out, his massive blood loss now starting to affect his battle performance. Hashirama glanced back from Izuna and found Madara in position to complete a high-level fire jutsu. Unthinkingly, he couched into a low kick and tried to trip up Izuna's legs.
Before he could make contact though, he felt someone grab hold of his leg, swinging him into an unbalanced sway. His other grounded foot started to slip out from beneath him.
Hands grabbed under Hashirama's arms and yanked him backwards before he could react, all but forcing his back into the chest of the man behind him. He attempted to kick Madara, who had a hold of his legs, only to find his foot easily caught.
Hashirama was just too drained to lay any affective hits. His chakra reserves were near complete depletion from the battle and he had lost too much blood as is.
Damn Uchihas double teaming him.
"You look tired." Izuna noted aloud, looking down at Hashirama with now solid black eyes, a smug grin pulling at his lips. At the sound of the voice, the Senju leader could only look at the man holding his arms at bay.
Izuna had the Senju leader's arms locked with his own, forcing Hashirama's back into his hard chest. Madara on the other hand had a hold of Hashirama's thighs, holding each leg at either side of his waist, effectively immobilizing the Senju leader now that he hadn't the energy to struggle.
"Release me." Hashirama ordered through harsh breaths, straining the muscles in his back to push off the young Uchiha's chest. He blinked as blood dripped into his left eye from the shallow gash above his brow.
Hashirama felt Madara leaning over him then, still holding his legs in a firm grip. "Why would we do that?" The Uchiha mocked the man under him, beginning to rub small circles on the outer part of Hashirama's thighs with his thumbs.
"What are you doing!?" The Senju almost bellowed, but he was breathing too hard to waste the much needed air.
Suddenly, Hashirama felt his bottom hit the ground in a soft thud, his back sprawled out against Izuna's front and Madara kneeling between his legs, hovering over him predatorily. He jerked at the restraints Izuna had him in, but the young Uchiha did not budge.
"What are you..." The sudden look in Madara's intense eyes cut him short. He watched the Uchiha lean in ever closer to him, his hands sliding down the side of his thighs as he did so.
When he was a mere few inches away from the other man's face, Madara let a sinister smirk cross his lips, in full view for Hashirama to see. "You never answered my question Hashirama." The Senju tensed noticeably as Madara whispered this incitingly into his ear, feeling the Uchiha's heated breath smoothing caressing at his neck.
Hashirama could feel the heat from Izuna's breath glided across the back of his neck as well, leaving small tingling sensations where ever it touched. Then he felt smooth lips tracing the curve of his neck through the part in his hair. Izuna's tongue began to trace the side of his jugular in slow agonizing precision. Hashirama went stone rigid at this, his eyes turning an unsettled glance down at the young Uchiha's face.
"Hey brother..." Hashirama could feel Izuna smirk against the sensitive skin of his neck. Madara pulled away from Hashirama a bit, looking his brother in the face. "His clothes are in the way. We should fix that." At this Hashirama's eyes widened.
Madara smirked in agreement slipped off one of Hashirama's sandals. The Senju attempted to kick out at Madara, but it had no effect. Izuna slipped his agile fingers under the slick metal of the captive man's armor, using nimble fingers to unhinge the thick straps holding the plates in place. Hashirama's heart started to race. Nothing Hashirama had ever trained for had prepared him for this.
"I order you to stop this instant!" Hashirama ordered unthinkingly, causing Madara to pause from removing his other sandal and Izuna to stop releasing armor straps.
Madara stared into Hashirama's brown eyes with his own unrelenting crimson ones. "Stop." Madara repeated mockingly, wetting his lips. Without warning, he crushed his lips into Hashirama's, shocking the hell out of the Senju leader. After the brief contact though, he pulled away from his victim. "I don't take orders from anyone Senju."
A/N: HAHAHA CLIFFHANGER!! I am Googala2's friend who asked for this story (pervy creature I am, yes) and you must review and say what you think! then, she will post the rest of it, consisting of smut. trust me. press the little button!