Notes: I'm splitting up this chapter into two parts, separate for Hashirama's and Madara's POV and they both took their time… So story will be 6 chapters, not 5 after all.

An extra warning: if you're offended by underage sexual activities, it's really the time to stop reading now

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"We can't let it continue like this! Those Uchiha dogs have to pay for what they've done!"

Hashirama had to repress a sigh when his men glanced at him, expecting his final say in the matter. He was successful in avoiding conflicts with the other clan for a while, but unfortunately their eternal enemies hadn't done him the same favour. The war was about to break out again, and he wasn't sure if he'd the power to prevent it. He could drag it out the best, this fragile period he couldn't honestly call peace, to delay the killings for a bit longer, but… blood must be paid with blood, both clans fully believed, keeping up this endless circle of animosity.

He could feel Tobirama's glance burning his nape as he sat behind him. You can't afford to show weakness, he'd say after this meeting. You're their leader – our leader – you have to prove you're the strongest.

Still, he played for more time, sending out spies to gather more information, a proof that the death of the group of Senjus a couple of days ago was the Uchiha's doing, as if they did anything to conceal that fact.

He didn't want this, didn't want this at all. For years now he was trying to come up with a solution, any solution how could he make the clans come to peace with each other, and since he got to know Madara, he did all he could to stop his people to get into a fight with the Uchihas. Still, he had nightmares about the boy getting some grave injury in a fight, or a downright mortal one, and if he had to fear he'd suffer it from a hand of a Senju…

After all, his name was mentioned all the time, his own clan obviously sending him into battle with increasing frequency as he got stronger and he was becoming quite notorious among the Senjus. And now, as the Uchihas murdered a handful of their people, revenge seemed unavoidable. Hashirama couldn't stand the thought. He had to find a way to warn Madara, to protect him… how could he bear if harm came upon him?

But what could he do? After what he did last time, chances were good that the boy wouldn't come to meet him at the riverbank again. He wasn't so young that he wouldn't understand what Hashirama's embrace and kiss meant. If he had any sense, he'd keep away from him, even if he didn't suspect how close the Senju had been to do so much more, even if he didn't know what effort it took not to overcome him, to undress and lay him down to the grass, to caress, kiss and make love to him… to a child, who wasn't even fifteen yet.

Though he didn't really expect Madara to turn up, he went to their next meeting, with the firm resolve he'd never again let his desires take over. He didn't have to wait long to sense his friend's presence. He felt relief – realizing just now how tense he'd been, thinking he might not see him again.

The boy made him wait, before at long last he walked down to the riverbank as well. He sat down at arm length from him, propping his sharp chin up on his knees. He was so young, despite his already bloody past he appeared so innocent. Hashirama wanted to give him a future where his path wasn't marked with the corpses of his enemies, something any child would deserve. But there was more to it of course, he couldn't lie to himself. Hashirama wanted him like he did nobody ever before. Not only his body, though he lusted after him undeniably. Maybe it would have been simpler if it was just the urge of the flesh. But nothing was simple in his connection with the Uchiha boy - he loved him, he wanted to be with him, to make him happy and to be reassured he was safe. Pity, that he well knew – the best he could do for him was to keep away. He was afraid that he wasn't a good enough man to do that.

"About what happened last time. About what I have done…" he started. Madara turned his face away slightly, so his hair mostly hid his expression. "I'm so sorry about it. I had no right to touch you like that. I lost my head, but it won't happen again."

The object of his sinful desires didn't answer, but from his tense pose it was obvious he was fuming with anger. Hashirama would have loved to look into his eyes, but he couldn't like this. He didn't even know any longer what to say, when all he wanted to do was to embrace him tightly and promise him anything, just to see him smile. Even if that was the last thing he should do.

"It was my fault only… it was me who shouldn't have…"

"I don't care. Shut up," Madara muttered under his nose. Hashirama stood up to sit right next to him – just to be able to make him understand better what he was saying, he reasoned with himself, but it still pleased him when the boy didn't pull away.

"Listen… I want you to forget it ever happened. I want to talk to you about…"

"Why the fuck have you done it, if you now say this?!" the Uchiha interrupted him. Hashirama wanted to smooth out that unruly fringe that always fell before his eyes, but he shoved his hand away. "Don't touch me!" he yelled, "I'm fed up with you!"

When the Senju pulled back at that, he jumped to his feet angrily and attacked. Hashirama automatically caught his leg as he tried to kick him in the face. The adolescent cursed and fought but very soon he ended up on his back on the ground. He managed to hit Hashirama one last time, almost knocking out his left eye, before he could hold him down. He looked up at him with fury and with badly hidden grudge. Hashirama could hardly resist pulling him close to comfort him. But instead he did all he could to make a strict face.

"Don't act like this."

"Don't treat me like I'm a kid!"

"Why shouldn't I, when you are one?"

"That didn't keep you back from pushing your tongue into my mouth, did it?" Madara blushed a charming shade of pink as he spit that.

As Hashirama involuntarily recoiled at the justified blame, he attacked again. The next instant it turned into some bizarre wrestling, where he tried to keep the boy as far away from himself as possible, while Madara hit, kicked, clawed and bit where he reached him. It was by no means a serious fight, Hashirama suspected the teen was only trying to get rid of his frustration this way. His own resolve was getting shakier with each fast heartbeat, as the closeness of the other started to have an undeniable effect on him. When he managed to hold his arms down again, he couldn't resist embracing him tightly while Madara was panting angrily into his ear.

"I hate you…"

"I'm so sorry…" he didn't even know what he was saying that for. Was he sorry for hurting his feelings or for not being able to keep his desires in check? He kissed his forehead and inhaled his scent. It was happening again, he just couldn't resist. They were closely entwined in this mock embrace, with Hashirama using his height and bulk to keep the boy on the ground, creating the false image that he was covering him protectively. He was torn between what he believed was the right thing to do – to keep away from the boy, before he tainted him with his own sinful cravings - and what he wanted to do – that is, to never let him go. He longed to see the boy happy and his own yearnings were making him mad. Madara murmured something sulkily, but he wasn't trying to hit him anymore - in a minute or two he actually wedged closer to him. One of Hashirama's hands, as if it lived its own life, started to caress the boy, first only his hair and temples, then it slid to his neck, then even lower, under his shirt to caress his sides. Madara pressed his forehead against his shoulder to hide his flushed face and his nails dig into the his neck with so much pressure it was a wonder they didn't draw blood. When Hashirama wanted to rise up to his elbows, he wove his legs around his hips, clinging to him to hold him back.

As Hashirama was still battling himself, trying to decide what to do, or failing that, to at least find a more conformable position, his thigh pressed against the boy's groin – even through layers of clothes he could feel his obvious erection. That broke the remaining of his resolve – which hadn't been as firm as he wanted it to be to begin with, obviously. He ran his palm down the teen's back to grab his butt, and pulled him even closer, almost completely lifting him off the ground, while he tried to balance their weight on one elbow.

Madara made quiet whimpers, still hiding his face in the crook of Hashirama's neck while, maybe unconsciously, thrust his hips up against him again and again. The Senju kissed him where he could, pulled up his long shirt to caress his bare back and waist, enjoying the silky skin and lithe muscles under his fingertips. His own cock was also hard, throbbing painfully, but he tried his best to ignore it, though every time it rubbed against Madara's taut stomach or slender hips it was becoming tougher.

He wanted to undress him, to see him, to kiss every part of his body, to make him feel good, to love him fully, deeply. Thanks the gods that he remained sober enough to know; they were in the open, at the riverbank – it was just not the right place for it, he couldn't endanger the Uchiha so. But he couldn't let him go either. He bit into his neck gently, and when that made Madara moan with obvious pleasure and press his hips against his thighs firmly, he did it again, a bit harder this time, licking, sucking on the sensitive, velvety skin.

His palm that had been caressing the waist of the teen so far now slid lower, under the brim of his trousers to stroke the tempting arch of his backside. A shiver run through Madara's whole body and he groaned. A moment later Hashirama felt the proof of his pleasure, a wet spot of his semen spreading at the front of his pants where it pressed against him.

They didn't move for a long minute, the panting of the boy the only sound breaking the silence of nature around them. He started to caress his messy head again, nowhere more inappropriate, although what happened aroused him more than anything else in his life before.

"I… I didn't want to…" Madara whispered.

"If you didn't want to, why did you do it?" his voice was hoarse with his desire, but the weak joke did its effect - Madara glared at him with obvious annoyance, before his shame or confusion took over again and glanced sideways.

"It's alright. Everything's alright," he soothed. When the boy shook his head, Hashirama cupped his face between his palms and forced him to look into his eyes. "You've nothing to be ashamed of. You're wonderful."

"Why do you say something like that?" with his lips bitten to the point where they were red as cherries, with his flushed cheeks, his dark, large eyes, he was irresistible. Hashirama kissed him and pulled back only when he felt the tension leave his muscles. He desperately wished for the circumstances to be different, so he could pick him up and carry him somewhere he'd be safe for ever, far away from the fights, clans, this mad world that forced a precious creature like Madara to become a murderer… If there wouldn't be Senjus and Uchihas, if only Hashirama wasn't who he was… But thinking like that got him nowhere and was meaningless - after all if they weren't who they were, probably they would have never met.

"Because you are wonderful," he smoothed out that stubborn lock from before his eyes and took a deep breath. "Now listen to me. Your clan killed seven of the Senjus recently and they are now planning revenge. The fights will break out again, it's now unavoidable. You have to take care of yourself. Talk to your father, the leaders to…"

"What are you talking about?" Madara gasped, muscles tensing instantly, as he gripped Hashirama's shirt. "How do you know…? Why do you assume…?"

"I know, and that has to be enough. Times will become dangerous again. I just can't bear the thought of any harm coming to you."

"I'm strong!"

"Yes. Yes, you are, but sometimes being strong is not enough. Promise me that you'll be very careful and that you'll take care of yourself. Promise me!" he raised his voice a bit and shook him gently by his shoulders. He was using his commander-in-battle tone, something Madara had never heard from him before, and the surprise of it apparently worked.

"Alright… I promise…" the boy answered, staring at him with eyes opened wide. Hashirama kissed him again - so Madara wouldn't have too much time to think about what he'd said, he reasoned with himself - before standing and pulling the other up as well. His own cock was still hard, but he had the strength to ignore it now. For a moment Madara's mask, that he was so expert at keeping in place even so young, slipped, he seemed lost and confused as he stood there before him. He could understand that, what happened was obviously too much for him. He hugged him, caressed his hair, and the Uchiha leaned against him after a bit of a hesitation. He froze when he felt Hashirama's erection against his stomach, so he kissed him again.

"I don't get it," he muttered and the Senju didn't ask what he meant, his touches, what happened, what didn't happen or the things he said about the fights. Probably all of them. They stood like that for long before he could let him go, making him promise again that he'd be careful.

He waited until the unruly, black head disappeared between the trees then went to look for a more secure spot, where he could free his long neglected hard-on at last. It took but a few quick, rough caresses and he was spilling his semen against his own hand, all the while imagining Madara's springy body, soft kisses and soulful eyes.

TBC…