"Everything passes "
Geothe "Faust"
"oi, you're late" shouted Senju to Madara, who was coming to see him in front of Senju's house.
"Aah, sorry" yawned Madara taking Senju into the fierce hug. "Yesterday got all worked up in the training."
"Yeah, tennis season, huh?"
"yup, and I have to train the team."
"Ha? Where's the club president?" raised Senju his beautifully curved eyebrow and kissed Madara on the cheek.
'He tastes different' Thought he to himself licking his lips.
"Well. He's apparently ill, so I gave to prepare and train our schools main team for town championship."
"Huh?" Hashirama was deep in his thoughts, but Uchiha woke him up.
"Never mind, Senju…" Madara raised his hand to put it round Senju's waist and pulled other boy closer kissing his silky hair.
'His touches feels different' Senju caught himself thinking strange thoughts again. In due to rip them out of his head he pulled Madara to face him and kissed his soft cherish lips and buried his long fingers into thick Uchiha's hair grabbing them, making Madara gasp and part a little from their kiss. Hashirama, though, didn't let their parting last more than a second, locking them in a kiss again. He pushed startled Uchiha to the wall one hand still griping Madara's hair, while other one took the black-head's wrists pressing them against the wall. He stepped forward pressing their chests together , he fiersfuly thrust his tongue into Madara's mouth and found the other boy's tongue to play with. Madara moaned and broke the kiss again leaving the track of saliva between them.
"Hey" he smiled "who's seme here?" he braced Senju burying his face into Hashirama's hair murmuring softly in his ear "let's go, we'll sure be late for school."
"wait a minute." Jumped back Hashirama "Who's fault is that? You came late this morning. I've waited for you, because you said that you would come to pick me up."
"hush, Senju… which one of us is raping each other in the middle of the street, huh?"
"well…" blushed Hashirama brushing his hair. " You did that yesterday, too."
"firstly, I did that in your house, secondly I'm seme , my right is to rape you whenever and wherever I want, and, most importantly , that wasn't raping. Are we clear here? Hashirama smirked and took Madara's hand pulling him. Madara chuckled and sought after the brown-head.
'he feels different. His hand is so cold.' Frightening thoughts were attacking Hashirama's mind.
He felt a light kiss on his cheek as Madara left him and went to his classroom. He went in the room, still deep in thoughts.
Madara was heading to his classroom as he saw smirking to him Itachi. The youngster came to greet him.
"Neh, sempai, morning!" Itachi grinned playing with his hair.
"Oh, Itachi-kun, good morning." Greeted Madara and watched round carefully to make sure if Hashirama had already entered his classroom. He felt relieved when he saw no sight of his boyfriend any near.
"So , are we going to meet up after school?" Itachi asked.
"Hm, I don't know … if Senju will be free…"
"Are you always together? I mean together together?"
" What? He's my boyfriend, have you forgotten?" Madara spoke coldly, but his frowned forehead showed Itachi that his question irritated other Uchiha.
"Yeah, I know. But does that mean you must be glued together?" Narrowed his eyes Itachi.
"Hell no, Uchiha. Could you…" but Madara couldn't finish what he was saying, because pale Itachi's finger gently shot his mouth preventing Madara from speaking. Itachi stepped closer making other boy gasp.
"Is that a real you?"
"What a hell?"
"Are you really such a lovey-dovey? "
After minute of silence Madara spoke pushing Itachi away.
"If he's busy I'll meet you. I'll find you after a long brake , now excuse me, I have places to be, things to do." Said Madara and left.
"Don't want to answer this question, huh?" murmured Itachi. He seemed happy and even let a grint to escape which was rear, because he was most of the time serious. He watched Madara till he disappeared and then entered his classroom.
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"Neh, Hashirama-chan, are you doing anything important after school?" asked madara watching Senju closely while they were eating their lunch in the canteen.
"Sadly, yes." Smirked a little Senju. "I have to see a doctor."
"Huh? Is something wrong with your health?"
"No, it's just an annual health examination."
"Oh" Madara seemed to be relieved "Can I come?" He felt surprised because when asked he realized that he wanted Senju to say no.
"As you wish, but I really think you shouldn't."
"Why?" asked Madara trying not to look very happy.
"A guy leading other guy to the health examination lokks a little bit strange , don't you think so?"
"Yeah, I guess" chuckled Madara. He turned his head to the side and caught up a glance of leaving the canteen Itachi.
"Oh, I remembered I have to do something." He gently pecked Senju's cheek, fingers lightly stroke his boyfriend's hair.
"See you tomorrow then, I suppose." Smiled Madara shyly turning his back to Senju.
"oi, wait." Stopped Hashirama the black-head.
"Yes?"
"Wanna come up..hm.. let's see…about 8 pm and watch a movie? Yesterday I bought a new DVD" suggested Senju, but it sounded more like insisting.
"Sure, why not? But then I'll have to stay overnight."
"No prob."
"Okay, then meet you later."
"Yeah." Senju anxiously watched Madara leaving and bit his bottom lip.
After school Itachi was waiting for Madara at the park near the school. Now Uchiha was a little bit irritated, because he had been waiting for half a hour and there wasn't any sight of Madara.
'If he decided to ditch me, I'm going to kill him.' Thought Itachi when he felt someone pulling his long pony-tailed hair and pair of arms catching him as he lost his balance and other lips crashing to his. Strong wet tongue broke into Uchiha's mouth and massaged it with his own. Itachi was taken aback a few seconds , but then vague of excitement and then other, a bigger one, of pleasure overtaken him. He hugged the other boy wanting him to be as close as it was possible. He grabbed his shirt nails digging it's fabric to the flesh. And their lips were moving with a savage, enormous passion and lust. Boys parted when they both were out of breath.
"Sasuke" Itachi watched other boy's eyes with amusement. "what are you doing here? I thought you would be here just the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah, nii0san, but I've missed you so I wanted to see you as soon as it was possible."
Itachi wiped his lips from saliva and then, to Sasuke's amusement licked each of his fingers.
"Does aunty know about this?"
"Yes yes, she knows." Assured Sasuke his bigger brother taking him closer. „Take me to your home." He took Itachi's hand.
"well, actually…" started to protest older Uchiha, but then he saw his brother's eyes "Oh, okay." He sent a short message to Madara, then picked Sasuke up.
"Hey, what are you doing?" laughed Sasuke, but then it became clear that Itachi wants to give him a piggyback ride.
"You wanted me to take you home. That's what I'm doing. Or would you prefer me carrying you like a bride?"
"No, that's fine." Humbled Sasuke into Itachi's hair and put his head onto one of his brother's shoulders. He was exhausted after 7 hours lasting trip by the train, so he enjoyed being carried this way and soon felt asleep as even Itachi's walking pace was swinging him so gently.
Madara was on his way to the park when his phone beeped and a small light on his bottom flashed red.
'Hm? What's this?' Madara wondered then read the short message that he received from Itachi.
'Itachi? "I can't meet you. Change of the plans. Let's go to the cinema this Friday." Huh' sighed Madara. He wrote a simple "ok" to Itachi feeling a little bit down. He might didn't want to admit to himself, but he really wanted to see that other Uchiha. He didn't noticed as he touched his lips while remembering that kiss at the coffee-shop, where they were eating the ice-cream. In his mind the question that Itachi asked this morning was playing again and again like some kind of broken disc.
"Is that a real you?" was the question. Madara wondered what meant by asking that. Actually, he knew. He loved Hashirama, but he wasn't free with him. He felt chains of responsibilities locking him and crashing his soul little by little. He had never realized that such chain existed before he met Itachi, but that other mysterious Uchiha was a reflection of true Madara. Of Madara that he once was, but changed somehow. Senju always seemed so sensitive and fragile, so he, Madara, felt like he had to take a good care of him. He became soft, he did nothing but tried to keep Senju in his arms unharmed and safe. He erased his self for the sake of his lover. He was happy just when Hashirama smiled. Even though this relationship seemed to be free, but lately Madara felt, that sometimes Senju plays with his feelings , like now, when he suddenly decided to end everything and here, this week everything seems alright again. So why Madara had to beg him to stay with him? He grew tired of that. Itachi opened his eyes. No matter how he truly loved Senju, he wasn't himself anymore, so it meant that real Madara's not in love. He nodded his head a little, but then Itachi's image arise once again.
'That's just a lust." Assured himself Madara .
He headed to the supermarket and bought a mixed mushroom soup to Senju since that was Hashirama's favorite thing to eat.
'I'm doing this for him again, heh?' smiled a little bit Madara and walked toward Hashirama's house, even if it was only half past six.
Din don!
Hashirama washed his hands and opened the door.
"Oh, is you? You're early." Smiled Senju and kissed Madara tenderly. "come in come in, I was preparing inarizushi."
"I brought a mixed mushroom soup." Have a packet to Hashirama the black-head. "We are still doing this, huh?" scratched Madara his head watching the ceilings.
"I guess so." Smiled Hashirama and went to the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll finish everything soon."
"o.k take your time."
As far as Madara remembered they always were preparing each other they favorite meals since very first time Senju came up to his house. Maybe it's a manly way to show affection , but both boys were enjoying it. They both were not bad cooks so it was easy for them to deal with other's favorite thing to eat. It became their habit and every time they ate mixed mushroom soup or inarizushi they were thinking about each other.
"your food." Smiled Hashirama serving the food to Madara. He himself took a huge bowl of soup which he heated up in microwave.
"thanks. Mmm, that's really good. Sorry, I didn't have time to prepare you the soup so I bought it."
"you say so? Then why are you hear 1 hour and a half early?"
"Hey, I wanted to see you." Managed to mumble Madara as his mouth was fool of food.
"Ok ok. Just don't you speak with your mouth full."
"… are we going to watch a movie or what?" Madara frowned ' it's happening again. He sometimes acts as my mother and I hate that.' Thought Madara.
"ok, let's watch it." Senju took the remote control and turned on the big flat-screen TV crawling near to Madara.
"What kind of movie is it? A horror movie or a thriller?" asked Madara stroking Hashirama's hair and kissing them lightly. 'oh wait, it's so sweet I'm going to vomit. He made a teddy bear from me. Where's my Uchiha pride?'
"Nah, I'm tired of those. It's a romantic comedy." Senju faced Madara and Uchiha saw a wide grin on Hashirama's face. He couldn't help but smile to his boyfriend because he didn't want to disappoint him.
"Okay, let's watch it then."
After they watched that comedy they played monopolis, drank tea, then some alcohol. Madara didn't remember anything , though. Every thing he did, he did it mechanically , without thinking, watching Senju expressions and trying to keep him happy while his thought were wondering somewhere else. In his thought almond shaped black eyes was watching him, seducing and teasing all his senses.
They gone to bed late, but Madara didn't mind, he hugged Senju closer as he fell asleep buried his head into Madara's chest small smile playing on his lips.
In the morning, Senju hear an alarm clock ringing. He didn't want to open his eyes, since he was sleeping so well. He enjoyed every time when Madara was sleeping over his house, because then he felt very safe crawled by his side.
'oi, Madara, turn it off." Murmured softly Hashirama turning over. Not only he didn't hear any answer, but he didn't felt anyone near him.
'huh?' minded he.
"Madara?" asked in a frightened voice and opened his eyes widely, all sleepiness suddenly gone. There was no sight of his boyfriend any near. When he touched the sheets they were cold. "Madara?" bellowed Hashirama loudly. Then he saw a little note on the bed table. It was wrote in beautiful and elegant Madara's shrift.
Sorry, but I had to leave. Thank you for everything, my dear. Take care. Madara Uchiha.