Success in claiming Madara was only the first step. In order for Hashirama to truly have Madara as his own he'd have to win over his heart. That would be one of the most difficult tasks he has ever had to perform. However, the wood user was ecstatic that those many long years of waiting had paid off. His desire to be together with Madara was fulfilled and for the first time since they signed the treaty, he felt as though Madara had finally accepted him. Hashirama knew from experience, that Madara was a stickler when it came to his partners. He wouldn't settle for just anyone. Before Madara's parents were killed, they attempted to set him up with several kunoichi. Every last one of them failed to meet Madara's expectations. Izuna also never seemed to approve of any of them either. The brothers were always a tough sell. Madara refused to have anyone weaker than himself as his lover, but at the same time he didn't like to be dominated either. All this made Hashirama wonder if things would really take off between them. Several problems existed. Not only was Hashirama a Senju, the Uchiha's mortal enemy but he was also Madara's equal. Furthermore Hashirama already proved he was the dominate party in the bedroom. Where did that leave them? All these thoughts swirled around his head all night but in his gut he felt in the end Madara would accept him.

Even before the dawn rose on a new day, Hashirama started to come out of his slumber. Slowly he opened his eyes to a still darkened room. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes trying to focus. As he glazed at the clock he sighed when he realized it was only a little after three in the morning. 'Guess there is no point fighting it. I'm already up.' Before moving an inch he blinked a few times as he felt a warm yet comfortable breeze on his torso. As he turned to see where it was coming from a bright smile appeared on his features. Madara was still curled up next to him, sound asleep. Hashirama reached over and lightly brushed a few loose hairs from Madara's face. Despite all the years he had known the Uchiha, he was still amazed how even in his sleep he radiated his godlike strength and calm aura. 'You are truly my angel, Madara. I will do everything within my power to save you from this damned fate. By my hand I will give you the peace you deserve.'

Carefully Hashirama shifted his weight and snuck out of the bed, grabbing his long forgotten boxers that were littering the floor. As he slid them on he glanced back to see Madara still sleeping soundly. The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up at least at this hour. Another smile flashed on his face as he leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. In response a small grumble escaped Madara's throat, as he shifted his own position to get more comfortable. Hashirama picked up the rest of his forgotten clothes and fetched Madara a clean outfit. As much as he would love to see Madara walk around naked, he knew the Uchiha would most likely beat him to a pulp. Besides that, Tobirama would most likely come over for breakfast and Hashirama knew what kind of reaction he'd receive.

Hashirama debated on what he should do in the meanwhile. He wanted to get back to his office to do some more paperwork, but he feared what Madara would think if he woke up and he wasn't around. If anything important came up, he was sure either the ANBU or Tobirama would bring it to his attention immediately. Instead he decided the best thing to do was to prepare the meal for the two of them. Breakfast in bed was always a wonderful surprise to wake up to. The Hokage took a minute to put on a fresh set of clothes and then snuck off to the kitchen to prepare the glorious meal for Madara and himself. After Hashirama left the bedroom, Madara started to have yet another dream. With all that had happened in the last few days he started to think back to when he and Hashirama first meet.

Life for the soon to be leaders of the Uchiha and Senju had it pretty easy for the most part. Hashirama was well off, spending time with his family, both immediate and extended. Madara stuck by Izuna's side and trained almost every day for several long hours. The Senju had always spread rumors about the Uchiha, talking about how deadly they were and how they were more like demons than human beings. Hashirama was curious to see if that was really the case or an exaggeration of the facts. One day he snuck out of the Senju compound and made his way to the Uchiha's which wasn't too far off surprisingly. If they really were as bad as the others claimed, Hashirama wondered why they didn't outright attack them instead of waiting for the conflicts on the battle field.

Hashirama skillfully snuck past the sentries watching the gates and crept into the heart of the Uchiha compound. He tried to be as quiet as possible and as he approached he discovered two boys outside. Without realizing it, Hashirama steeped on a twig snapping it. His heart raced as he ducked behind a tree, hoping no one spotted him. The young Madara stopped his current onslaught of attacks against his brother and glanced in the direction of the noise. Izuna blinked a few times wondering what his brother was looking at. "Nii-san?"

Madara placed his finger over his lips and continued to glance in that direction. Hashirama gulped, praying that Madara wouldn't approach. After a few minutes of observing, Madara turned his attention back to his kid brother. "It's nothing Otouto." Despite the fact that Madara said it, his expression contradicted him.

Before the two could continue their training an older woman's voice called out to them. "Izuna-sama, Madara-sama… your father is asking for you." Izuna looked fairly excited and ran back into the house. Madara on the other hand started walking in and then glanced back at the spot once again. He waited a few minutes and then followed after his brother. "Madara-sama? Something wrong?" The older Uchiha just simply shook his head and closed the door behind him.

Hashirama let out a small breath and slid down to the ground. 'Man, that kid… he's sharp. He knew I was here the entire time. These Uchiha really are observant. He's also….' A bit of color appeared on his cheeks as he recalled Madara's face. '… so… so… beautiful.'

Several months had pasted since that first encounter, but ever since then Hashirama had an interest in Madara. Hashirama trained even harder, in hopes of being able to spar with Madara someday. He would soon get his chance when another battle broke out between the rival clans. Both Madara's and Hashirama's parents went to face each other and instructed both of their children to stay back in reserve. Madara resented the fact his father wouldn't allow him to join him in the battle, but he reluctantly did what he was told to protect Izuna. The fighting was fierce and many shinobi were wounded or even killed. It took all of Madara's willpower to keep himself from jumping into battle himself but Izuna grabbed his sleeve and begged him not to go. Hashirama on the other hand tried to remain calm and observe the battle. He was uncomfortable observing all the killing, but he knew this was the life of a shinobi. As he was scanning the field, he spotted Madara and Izuna. His eyes widened when he saw one of his own clan members sneaking up on them. Hashirama jumped up from his location and was about to shout to inform them but Madara already acted. The elder Uchiha grabbed his kunai and stabbed him in his lung. Hashirama stood there in awe and Tobirama looked on in anger. "That rotten Uchiha!" He spat. Hashirama was amazed at Madara's awareness and is calmness in a life or death situation. He continued to gaze upon them and spotted the trademark Sharingan. Again he grew even more interested in his "enemy."

Hours later after the battle was done, Madara went to clean up by the river. Hashirama had decided to talk to him despite opposition from Tobirama. Carefully he approached but the rustling of leaves alerted Madara. Slowly Madara turned his head and stood up to face Hashirama. Quickly he observed him and noticed the Senju insignia on his collar. "Senju… what are you doing in Uchiha territory?"

Hashirama gulped and then looked at Madara, placing his hands in an non threatening position. "I didn't come here to fight…. I just wanted to talk."

Madara narrowed his eyes in response. "To talk? What could a Senju want to talk to me about?"

Despite his age, Madara was already sounding like a leader. Hashirama could tell that he had what it took to lead his family and hoped that in the future when he began leader of his own clan, they would be able to stop the violence between them. "I just wanted to say, you are amazing. For someone of your age to be able to fight like that… it's…incredible."

Madara frowned slightly in response. He couldn't help but feel this kid was pulling his leg. Personally he felt as though his skills were still lacking but he didn't argue the fact. "I am an Uchiha after all. If there is nothing else…"

Hashirama shook his head and continued. "No… I was wondering…. Would it be possible to hang out sometime?"

Madara couldn't believe what he was hearing. A child, a Senju child at that was hoping to spend time with him. Didn't he know they were enemies? "What's your name?"

"Senju Hashirama." The older boy was ecstatic that Madara even asked his name. There was at least hope for them to be more than enemies.

"Senju Hashirama huh? I'll be interested to meet you on the battlefield. You are the first to ever approach me without cowering in their boots. I'll be waiting." Madara didn't feel threatened by Hashirama but he sensed he had potential.

Hashirama was overjoyed that Madara didn't out right ignore him. Instead he smiled and nodded. Before Madara got too far he called out again, "Wait, Uchiha… what's your name?"

Madara turned back and muttered, "Uchiha Madara." With that Madara made his leave and returned to his mansion. Hashirama on the other hand stood there for a few minutes and repeated the name. He was sure that this kid would become someone great in the future.

Eventually the first rays of the new day were upon them and Madara slowly opened his eyes. He stretched and pulled himself up to a sitting position. 'Of all times, why did I remember that? Guess my subconscious is telling me that even then we were meant to follow the same path.' A small sigh escaped Madara's throat as he glanced over beside him and was slightly surprised Hashirama wasn't there. For a moment he wondered if Hashirama had left him alone but that question was soon answered when he heard the sizzling of the fish in the other room. The Uchiha slipped off the blankets and looked down shocked to see that he was still naked. A small growl escaped his throat as he recalled the sexual encounter they had earlier. 'That bastard Hashirama.' He got up from the bed and then through on the robe Hashirama had left him. Without a second thought he started to make his own way to the kitchen.

While Hashirama was cooking, he heard the front door open followed by his brother's voice. Hashirama let out a small laugh, amused on how well he knew his brother. The white hair Senju came walking in with a scroll in his left hand. He didn't look all too pleased either. Hashirama blinked a few times before Tobirama spoke. "What is the meaning of this, Niisan? How could this happen?"

The older Senju took a few moments to process what he said and then looked back at the scroll. Instantly he recognized it as the one the medic dropped off yesterday. Hashirama glanced down and a somber expression appeared on his face. "I'm the one who should be upset, not you." Instantly the worry from yesterday returned in all its fury.

Tobirama gripped the scroll tighter and glared at his brother. "Do you know what this means for the village? All our work will be wasted at this rate." Hashirama remained silent as Tobirama continued to bombard him with questions and annoyed statements. "If he learns about this, do you understand what will happen?"

Instantly Hashirama snapped his head up and shot an angry glare in Tobirama's direction. He had never seen his brother act like this, not even once. "Shut up Tobirama. Don't you think I know! I've known since yesterday. Damn it… damn it all…" Tears started to form in Hashirama's eyes as all of his emotions started pouring out of him. "This is entirely my fault. All I wanted to do was help people, but in the end I did the exact opposite! If I don't do something and soon… he'll die!"

"Who's going to die?" The Uchiha was leaning up against the door frame, glaring daggers into Tobirama. Hashirama spun around to see him and again bowed his head, to upset to look Madara in the eye. Madara then spotted the scroll and addressed Tobirama. "Is that the medical report? Hand it here."

Tobirama hesitated for a moment and then looked to his brother for some instruction. Hashirama simply shook his head and muttered. "Everything's fine. The medics said that you were still a bit anemic and your wounds are nearly healed. Overall he gave you a clean bill of health."

Madara didn't exactly buy what Hashirama was saying. He could hear the hesitation in his own voice and decided to see for himself. In a flash he appeared next to Tobirama and grabbed the scroll from him. Hashirama's eyes widened and he tried to stop him but before he could move a muscle Madara was already reading it. In defeat, Hashirama slid down to the ground and started to apologize. Madara scanned the entire document and let out a small laugh. "What are you so worried about? It matters not that I now have Senju blood in my veins. It doesn't make me any less Uchiha. You're just upset that you're not so special anymore."

Hashirama slowly got to his feet and shook his head again. "No… no that's not what I'm upset about. I'd willingly give you my powers for I know you are deserving of them. However, I never once wanted to see things end this way…."

Madara let out a laugh and glanced over at Hashirama. "You couldn't kill me with your powers on the battlefield and you certainly can't do it with them inside me. I'm not weak Senju. Your cells may take over weaklings but it will not claim my life. I will overcome this challenge as I did with the Mangekyou Sharingan."

"Madara I'm begging you. Don't use it! Don't use the wood style. I don't want to risk losing you." It was just as Hashirama had feared. Madara had always wanted more power and now he knew he possessed the Senju's bloodline powers, he'd try to master them.

A smirk appeared on Madara's face as he glanced over, "Just watch me, Hashirama… I will master this power and prove once and for all that the Uchiha have no equal!"

Outside the future Madara (Tobi) watched on with much interest. Things were going according to plan. Madara was prevented from leaving the village. He already started to form a stronger bond with Hashirama. The third step was well underway. 'Once he masters the wood style I'll move on to the final step and finally obtain the power and position I deserve.'

To be continued…

A/N: I can't believe I wrote another long chapter. Once again I wanted to include a little history for Hashirama and Madara's relationship. Finally Madara finds out that he has the wood style. The question becomes will he be able to master it or will it be as Hashirama fears? Also, what could the final stage of Future Madara/Tobi's plan? Find out in chapters to come. Don't forget to review. Thanks you guys and I hope you enjoyed.