A/N: Finally, we're getting to the good stuff! Again, you've been warned. Lemons coming right up!

Title: Be My Last
Author: ktrekkie
Fandom:Naruto
Rating: M
Pairing: Hashirama/Madara
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kishimoto. I don't own anything and don't make money off this.

Two years had passed since that day, and the Hidden Village of Konoha was founded. But the village needed a leader, and unfortunately one could be chosen. Hashirama won the most votes, and though Madara was disappointed, he was happy that the leader of the village was someone he knew and trusted.

There was to be a celebration at the local bar for the inauguration of the Hokage, and Hashirama went to make sure Madara was going along with him.

"I told you Senju, bars and alcohol aren't really my thing" Madara tried to escape him.

"Please come. You're the only one I would want to celebrate with anyway" Madara was suspicious of his choice words.

"And you can bring your brother, Izuna if you want too. Tobirama is coming, and you know how they never miss a party." Madara finally gave in.

"Fine. I'll go. But don't think I'm going to get trashed or anything, Senju. You know it's not my style."

"Yeah, yeah, great! I'll see you tonight!"

Hashirama ran off as Madara pondered his decision. It was going to be a long night.

The bar was packed as Madara and Izuna walked in. Both Senju and Uchiha clan members were celebrating together. It truly was his and Hashirama's dream come true. He found the newly appointed Hokage and took his seat, which Hashirama vehemently reserved just for him. Izuna had since gone off with Tobirama, no doubt planning to get wrecklessly wasted.

"I'm glad you came. I would have missed you had you chosen not to show"

Madara eyed him warily.

"How much have you had to drink?" Madara eyed his bottle of sake.

"Not that much, don't worry! I waited for you before really getting started."

'Really getting started, huh', Madara thought to himself. He questioned again where coming here was the right decision.

"Well if we're 'really getting started', mind passing the drinks over?"

Within no time bottles of sake were pretty much thrown at them. I guess being the co-founders (and Hokage) of Konoha came with some special treatment. Before long, Hashirama had gone through most of his bottles. Wait a minute. How much exactly did he drink? Madara watched him and his motor functions slowed and his speech was slightly slurred. Empty bottles and drinking glasses littered the bar at which he was sitting. God damnit, he was going to have to deal with a piss drunk Senju tonight. And he was only at the end of his first bottle.

It soon became late and those in the bar began filing out, but the Hokage was still having the time of his life, many of the villagers offering their congratulations before they left. Madara realized it was time to get going. Feeling a little tipsy himself, he stood up, regained his composure, and got Hashirama's attention.

"Come on, let's go now. You're trashed and this bar is closing up."

Hashirama, it seemed didn't want to leave.

"Noo, you're...trashed! I'm perfectly fine.."

Hashirama attempted to get up but stumbled a bit, bracing on Madara to keep his balance. They left the bar and made their way in the direction of the Senju's house.

"I'm going to take you home alright, fucking Senju bastard. Can't even hold your liquor." The seemingly calm drunk spun into a fury at his words

"Fuck you Uchiha! I can hold my liquor just fine! You're the one that always watching your liquor anyway. Stop telling me what to do!" Hashirama tried to stomp off, but soon realized he needed something to hold keep himself stable before he fell flat on his face.

At closer inspection, Madara realized Hashirama wasn't quite as wasted as he thought he was. He was close to walking almost unassisted and he was forming coherent sentences. Stupid, but coherent. Perhaps he really could hold his liquor.

"Yeah, that's how I'm able to take you home right now idiot, you should be thankful, fucking Senju" Hashirama smiled at his words.

"I assure you, I wouldn't have any one else take me home but you" Hashirama was still smiling, but Madara went quiet. Probably the alcohol talking, he thought.

They were silent the rest of the way until they made it to Hashirama's house. Madara fished out his keys for him, which Hashirama enjoyed, no doubt and walked him inside to make sure he was okay for the night. Madara was about to turn and leave when he felt large hands grab his arms and shove him against the wall. He opened his eyes to see a shirtless Hashirama looking down at him with wild, burning eyes.

"Wha- what are you- Senju! You're drunk. Get some sleep."

"I'm not drunk, and I'm not tired." He moved closer to the dark haired man, his eyes as beautiful as ever.

Their bodies were touching now; flush against each other as they're lips only inches apart. Madara's breathing became more ragged as he knew what was about to happen. He should put a stop to this but despite drinking much less than his partner, the buzz of alcohol and the sensations he was feeling we're making his head spin.

Hashirama's hands roamed his arms and brought them up to bury them within soft hair, gently caressing the strands he found there. He was slowly leaning closer, the electricity between them becoming almost unbearable. It was then the Uchiha caught a faint whisper.

"..wanted...for so long.."

Madara closed his eyes as he felt soft lips claim his own. The kiss was soft, gentle, testing. His mouth was so warm; it felt as if it would melt with his own. Madara opened himself to more as the kiss deepened. The Uchiha couldn't help but bring his hand up to roam his naked chest. Feeling his hot, bare skin against his hand was almost unbearable. Their kiss took on a more passionate intensity as each were slowly giving in to their desires.

The room was filled with strange sounds. Heavy breathing, lips smacking and the odd whimper echoed from the walls. Hashirama pulled away, gasping for breath when he noticed something hard being pressed against him. Rather, their hardnesses were pressed together. Madara was panting at this point, but Hashirama wanted to hear more of the sweet sounds that came from the Uchiha's mouth. He lowered his head in for another kiss and ground his hips hard into Madara.

"Ahh unn" he let out a breathy moan that drove Hashirama crazy. He angled his head so they rested cheek to cheek, his ear near the Uchihas mouth so he could hear every delightful sound he made. He ground his hips continually against him, his hands caressing his sides, which ellicited a series of moans, gasps and whimpers out of him. It was like music to Hashirama. Each sound making his body burn hotter.

"Mmm.." Hashirama thrusted hard against him, placing small kisses along his neck. Madara couldn't take much more of this.

"Please...Senj-..ahh" Madara pleaded, but his pleas only managed to drive him even more insane.

"It drives me crazy when you talk to me like that, you know" Hashirama whispered into his ear.

He pulled back to see his face, no doubt contorting in a mix of confusion and pleasure. Madara brought his hands to Hashirama's face and pulled him in for another heated kiss. His mouth was wet and hot and tasted of sake and something he could only describe as Hashirama's taste, and it drove him absolutely wild.

"Please...Senju..I...unn..not here.." Hashirama pulled back to look at him. Unsure of what his request meant.

"Hmm? What do you want Mada-chan?" Hashirama asked innocently as he nibbled his earlobe. Madara struggled to find words.

"I...I want...I..."

"Come on now, you can tell me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do"

"I..please...take...take me to your bed..Senju"

He could see Madara had given in to his feelings completely. To hear such a wanton request come from his beautiful mouth, making such a beautifully naughty face, he woundn't dare think of not following through.

"As you wish" Hashirama kissed him, his hands roaming to his behind.

"Here. Put your legs around me" He did as he was told as he lifted Madara and carried him across the room into his bedroom. He lowered Madara onto the bed and began to remove his shirt and pants and removing the rest of his own clothing in the process. When he was finished, he turned to his rival and asked again.

"What do you want me to do, Mada-chan?" His hands roamed his now naked torso. He placed small kisses along his body, coaxing him for an answer.

"Mmm..touch me..please" Madara begged, his body on fire. Hashirama chuckled.

"Oh, but I am touching you..you're going to have to tell me where exactly you want me to touch you."

Madara groaned. He was already having a hard time talking, but having to say such things out loud? He was too embarassed.

"Please...I..I..need...please.."

"Nuh-uh-uh. Come on now you can tell me"

Madara was frustrated. He couldn't take it anymore. Sitting up on his knees facing the Senju, he grabbed Hashirama's hand and brought it to his aching member. He made sure his grip was right and gave him a small squeeze.

"Touch me here...please.. I can't take it anymore"

Hashirama caught him in fierce kiss. Hearing him beg like that aroused him to no end. He started moving his hand, feeling and learning every inch of him. He was as hard as a rock, and wondered just how long it would take him. Hashirama would take him there. He'd guarantee it.

Madara broke the kiss as he felt Hashirama's hand begin to move, moaning and gasping against his lips. Hashirama took in the beautiful sight before him. The infamous Uchiha Madara, one of the founding fathers of Konoha, completely lost in rapture. It was almost unbearable. Hashirama was rock hard and couldn't help himself. He grabbed Madara's hand in the same way, and guided it toward his length.

"Please…me too…" Hashirama whispered.

Madara slowly clasped his length, squeezing gently. He felt completely rigid against the Uchiha's soft hands. He started stroking him experimentally, finding just way the Senju liked it. He quickened his pace until it was identical to what was being carried out on himself. His mind was a complete blank. Jolts of pleasure coursed through him as his moans and gasps took on a much louder and heated intensity. They continued like that. Hands pumping each other and foreheads pressed together, Hashirama's free hand cupping his lover's face.

His lover? Hashirama thought. He wondered how it had come to this. How could it be that his once former enemy was now naked in his bed, touching and kissing him so sweetly, driving him into insanity.

How did he feel about Madara anyway? They had grown so close over the years, their camaraderie no longer a secret to either clan. The Uchiha truly was his best friend. But now, what were they? Could it be that he felt more for this man? Or was this…This thing, whatever they had, just and impulse they were acting on? He did care deeply for Madara. Every time they were near each other his heart raced and muscles tensed as if he were a nervous school boy. Maybe he did feel more? It couldn't be, could it? Could it be…that he was…..that he was in l-

No….no….no. He dare not say it. Even to himself. To admit something like that was to lose himself completely. He wasn't sure if he could handle the repercussions, should his feelings be unrequited. Yet, wasn't what they were engaged in now, proof of such feelings? He was suddenly jolted out of his reverie by Madara's pleading voice.

"Ha-…aah…Senju…I ..can't…mm..Im going to.."

Hashirama groaned as he opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. The look in the Uchiha's beautiful face he was completely lost in ecstasy. He quickened his pace, pumping him in a frenzy.

"Come for me, Madara. Don't hold back…here…look at me." Madara lifted his head and wrenched his eyes open. "I want to see you. I want to see everything"

As Madara's eyes met his, the Senju's dark, sparkling eyes were full of fire and lust and…something else. It…it was warm and tender and all encompassing. It was the same thing he saw that day when they first trained at the clearing. Madara then realized. Though they have never spoken about it, his eyes, Hashirama's eyes, bared his entire soul to him. It was then, that Hashirama's eyes told him everything he wanted to know.

"Hashi-! ahh! AHH!" Madara screamed as huge waves of pleasure rolled through him, leaving his whole body tingling. Hot liquid spurted onto his chest and Hashirama's hand, his eyes never leaving his face. Hashirama felt his heart swell at hearing the Uchiha's utterance of his first name. He had always referred to him as Senju, but hearing him calling his name at his climax was too much. He felt himself coming closer as well. He tangled his hand in the Uchiha's hair.

"Madara, keep going. I'm coming too.." Doing as he was told, Madara continued relentlessly and with a low growl, Hashirama was pushed over the edge as well.

They laid there, breaths soon returning to normal. They were spent. Hashirama buried his face into the other man's neck and hair. They both drifted off within minutes.

A/N: ohhh yeahh! R&R!