This story contains shounen-ai and maybe yaoi later. Don't like, don't read!

Author Notes: This chapter…(dramatic music) Shall also make absolutely NO SENSE!!!! XDDDD Enjoy!!

Also, things get a bit shady later- but nothing happens.

Two hours of sitting in an airport and listening to his boyfriend and his fake lover flirt and suck face later, Hashirama was rather hungry. He poked Madara and glared at Kuzan, who glared back at him for diverting the Uchiha's attention from their tongue-smex. (lolz tongue smex)

"Want me to get you guys something to drink or eat at the store over there?" He pointed to the mini Wal-Mart looking thing a little ways away.

Madara shook his head. "I'm good, although I think I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick. The plane leaves in thirty minutes."

"Then why aren't we already on?" Kuzan asked.

"Because they haven't called us, silly!" Madara replied, poking Kuzan on the nose. Kuzan frowned and blushed slightly. Madara giggled and headed off to the bathroom.

Hashirama watched him go, curious as to why he was putting more effort into making Kuzan happy then normal. Did he have something planned? Probably. This whole trip was most likely a little game of his to get something….but what, exactly?

Kuzan leaned back, smirking and ran his tongue over his lips ; as if trying to say something about how Madara was paying more attention to him, but Hashirama ignored him and headed over to the store.

Once on the plane, Madara took out a small black notebook and flipped it open to a page near the end. He started scribbling something down, but didn't say anything aloud. Hashirama looked at the elder Uchiha and took the chance (so long as Kuzan was gone) to lay his head on Madara's shoulder. Madara jumped slightly, then smiled softly and patted Hashirama's head.

"…What's wrong, Hashi?"

Hashirama raised an eyebrow. "Who said something was wrong?"

"I dunno," the raven replied. "You just seem kinda down."

The Senju sighed quietly and shifted to a more comfortable position. "It's nothing, really. Just…Well, I don't like how Kuzan thinks he can have whatever he wants."

Madara smirked. "Me included?"

Hashirama scoffed. "You wish I was worried about you,"

Madara pouted. "I'm hurt, Hashi!"

"Don't be such a baby."

"Aw, but you like it when I whine." Madara chuckled.

"Not when you're pouting," Hashirama retorted. "Only when you're whining cause I can't kiss you," Madara thought a moment, then grinned. Hashirama rolled his eyes. "Fine, you whiny little brat." Madara smiled. Hashirama lifted up his head from the younger's shoulder and softly pushed his lips against the other's. Madara; hands still holding the book and pen, allowed a soft whimper to pass up his throat and into the older man's mouth. Hashirama pulled back, and wrapped an arm behind Madara to lay between his shoulder blades while said Uchiha rested his head between Hashirama's neck and shoulder.

"Hey, Hashi?"

Hashirama grunted in reply.

"Tomorrow."

"Hm?"

Madara blushed, curling more into his boyfriend's warmth. "By tomorrow night, I…I should be rid of Kuzan." His cheeks turned a darker shade and his pale hand gripped Hashirama's shirt. "And then…um…w-we can go back to normal, right?"

Hashirama softly petted the boy's head. "Of course, 'Dara."

Madara smiled and closed his eyes to sleep.

{Two Nights Later aka Tuesday}

[With a certain OTHER two idiots…]

"AH! What the hell did you do?!?!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Wait, don't put anymore salt in there, dammit!"

"What should I do?"

"Throw it away! We can't eat that!"

"Alright, alright!"

Izuna let out a huge sigh as the soup that they'd been attempting to make dissapeared into the white trash bag. Tobirama swallowed and slowly faced the Uchiha, as if afraid of him being super angry.

In a nutshell- Tobirama had been elected to put a little salt in the soup. However, he'd put a bit more than necissary and the liquid (or well, it was supossed to be) had expanded into a weird blob thing.

Izuna now knew why Madara had told him to keep Tobirama out of the kitchen.

"Ah, it doesn't really matter," Izuna muttered. "Let's just order take-out."

Tobirama flushed slightly. "A-Alright."

Izuna looked at him. "What's with the change it attitude?"

"Huh? Oh, I didn't really notice. Except that you know a lot about cooking, so you're…my teacher, right?" Tobirama replied. Izuna shrugged.

Personally, he thought. I'd rather be your student then your teacher.

Tobirama jumped when the phone started ringing. "I'll get it," he said, turning and leaving the kitchen. Izuna watched him over his shoulder, feeling a slight warming in his cheeks when he realized he'd been staring at the Senju again. Tobirama probably thought he was going crazy or something.

The white-haired male entered the kitchen, phone to his ear, and smiling. Izuna blushed more and turned back to flipping through a phone book nearby. Dammit! I've gotta stop watching him! He cursed.

"Sure. I'll give it to him right now if you want, Madara," Tobirama said into the phone. "Alright. Talk to you later. Bye."

Izuna stiffened when Tobirama leaned forward and handed him the phone. "T-Thanks," Izuna muttered. He held the phone to his ear and cradled it between his shoulder. "Hello?"

"Izuna! Hello, how're you?"

"Ah, good. Um…"

"Oh, right. Madara had to run to the bathroom really quick. This is Kuzan."

Izuna froze. Kuzan?! "Oh, well, hello Kuzan."

He could tell Kuzan was smirking. "How've you been?"

"Pretty good, you?"

"Fine." Kuzan replied. "Although, I must admit the this new side of Madara's been getting to me. If you're not naïve enough to understand what I mean,"

Izuna frowned. New side…? Ah, the plan. Izuna thought. "Really? Well, erm, I guess I'm pretty naïve, cause I don't get it."

Kuzan chuckled. He was about to reply when another voice said, "Kuzan, I can take it now." To which Kuzan said, "You sure, 'Dara-chan? I'm having a rather nice conversation with your little brother."

Izuna frowned when Kuzan put a hand over the phone so Izuna couldn't hear as well. But after about a minute, he heard a muffled 'thanks' and then what sounded like a seperation after a kiss before Madara's voice reached him. "Hey, Izu."

"Hello, nii-san. How's your trip going?"

"Fine, fine. How are you two managing?"

Tobirama came over to interupt with a very loud, "Excellently,"

Madara laughed. Izuna swatted at tobirama's head and hit him hard enough to send the Senju away a few feet. "Well, glad to hear it."

Izuna narrowed his eyes. Silence stretched between them. "Uh…Izuna?"

"Nii-san, when are you going to do anything about your plan?"

"…" Madara sighed. "izuna, I can't do anything about it yet."

"And why not?!"

Tobirama turned to look at the Uchiha as he raised his voice.

"Izuna-"

"Why haven't you done anything?! I helped you set up all of this so you could get back together with Hashirama without Kuzan in the way!" he yelled. "You said you'd have it done by yesterday! Why haven't you done ANYTHING yet?!"

Madara didn't answer for several minutes. "Izuna…I know you must be upset- I know you don't like Kuzan; and you hate me being with him even more, but I have to wait for the right time."

"And Hashirama?!" Izuna snarled. "Does he know about this?!"

"…No."

"What?! Nii-san!"

"Listen, Izuna. Calm down. Just trust me!"

Izuna frowned. "How? How can I when you told me you wouldn't go out with Kuzan EVER and here you are kissing with him while on the phone!"

"How do you know I'm doing ANYTHING with Kuzan?"

"Cause I'm not deaf, nii-san. I can hear!"

"Well, that's him for ya. He likes making funny noises. Got it? I promise you,"

Izuna let out a deep breath. "Nii-san…"

Tobirama had come up and taken the phone before either could answer. "I'm sorry, Madara. Will you excuse us? Izuna's tired and stressed. I'll call back tomorrow. Bye,"

"Tobirama!" Izuna hissed when he'd hung up. "You idiot! I was talking to him!"

"More like YELLING at him," The senju muttered.

"You don't understand!" Izuna yelled. "Why didn't you stay out of it?!"

"…" Tobirama narrowed his eyes. "Because I didn't want to you to do something stupid."

"Like what?! Break the phone?!" Izuna growled.

"No, li-"

"Leave me alone, Tobirama! We're brothers! We're supposed to argue! Why can't you understand that?! Just cause you and Hashirama get along all fine and dandy doesn't mean we do!"

Tobirama interrupted him by pulling the younger boy forward by the arm and throwing him into the wall nearby. "Things aren't always how they appear," he answered in a deadly voice. "Just like you aren't as girly as you seem, and Madara isn't as ignorant as he appears." Izuna swallowed, not sure where this conversation was going. "Also, I'm not as stupid as I appear."

"Huh? What's that go-" Izuna stopped himself when he saw the look in Tobirama's eyes.

"Just keep it in mind the next time you ask me to undo your scarf, Izuna." Tobirama snapped before leaving and heading up the stairs.

Izuna blinked. He knows…? He…knows what, though? Izuna pondered it a moment before it hit him. He knows-! The younger Uchiha turned and ran up the stairs after him.

"Tobirama, you-"

He stopped a few feet away from where the Senju had.

"I what?"

"…You…You know that I, um…" Izuna blushed. "L-Like you?"

Tobirama spun on his heel and swiftly stalked forward. Izuna didn't stop him when Tobirama lifted the younger boy up by the arms and promptly kissed him.

Izuna didn't stop himself from nearly fainting and closing his eyes, either.

Tobirama softly coaxed the younger boy's mouth open with his tongue, wondering faintly what day of the week it was. After a moment, he pulled away, letting out a hard breath and listening as Izuna caught his breath. The Uchiha blinked a few times, as if he was just then realizing what had happened. Tobirama swallowed nervously.

"Ah, Izuna…?"

Izuna made a soft noise in reply.

"…I think I heard the doorbell."

Izuna jumped and turned to head down the stairs to get the door. Tobirama grinned.

"Kuzan! Where's my pants?!"

"I dunno, 'Dara,"

"DAMMIT KUZAN- DON'T PLAY JOKES WITH ME!! WHERE'RE MY PANTS?!?!"

Kuzan chuckled to himself. Madara was currently in the bathroom, having taken a shower- and now he was in need of his pants to put them on. The green-haired male smirked as he slung the clothing in question over his shoulder.

The bathroom door flung open and Madara stomped out, wearing a pair of his odd short (short) things. "Kuzan," he growled.

Kuzan grinned. "Hey, Maddy." He took a few quick steps forward to stand behind the raven-haired male-who was looking the wrong way down the hall that connected the living room and bedroom of the hotspring room. "Looking for these?" he whispered hotly on the boy's ear, holding the pants down by Madara's left hand. Madara spun around, flushing slightly at their closeness and made a grab for his pants. Kuzan moved tehm back just enough so his fingertips only brushed the material, Madara growled at him.

"Kuzan give the-"

He was interrupted by Kuzan pulling him into a tight embrace; one hand slipping down the younger's back. Madara yelped slightly and tensed, face reddening at the contact. "K-Kuzan, what're you doing?"

"…Something I've been meaning to for awhile." He muttered. It hit Madara what his friend must mean, and he pushed against the other's chest.

"Kuzan stop it! W-We can't-"

"And why not?"

"Huh? Because we've only been dating for like, a week!"

"That never stopped anyone before," the taller growled, his hand pulling at Madara's shirt and lifting it as he kissed a spot on the boy's jaw. He pushed Madara into the wall by the bathroom door, ignoring the younger's protests. "If you relax a little you'll enjoy it," he murmured against his neck. Madara bit his lip, making it bleed in order to keep himself silent. Kuzan used a thumb to push into Madara's shorts as he licked at the other's collarbone.

Madara attempted to lift a leg and kick Kuzan in the gut, but the green-haired boy caught his foot and pulled the limb around his waist, so Madara was forced into being about three feet closer to the older.

Madara jumped slightly when suddenly Kuzan was pulled off of him. He blinked gratefully at his rescuer, whose brown eyes glowed with a 'I told you so' look. "Hashirama-!"

Hashirama slammed Kuzan into the wall. "What do you think you were doing?!"

"What'd it look like?" Kuzan sneered. "I was planning on having some fun with Uchiha over there,"

Hashirama scowled. "You bastard…! I knew we shouldn't trust you!"

Madara swallowed, a bit unsure what he should do. "Um…H-Hashira-"

"Just cause he might be alittle naïve doesn't mean you can do whatever you want to him without his consent," Hashirama interrupted.

Kuzan snorted. "Yeah, whatever."

Hashirama dropped Kuzan and turned to Madara. "What do you want me to do with him?"

Madara frowned. "Well…I-I don't think it was that big a deal…"

"Not a big deal?" Hashirama asked.

Madara shrugged. "Yeah…"

Hashirama stared at him with hurt eyes. "…Fine." He turned and retreated down the hall. Madara watched him go, but couldn't bring himself to follow- afraid of what might happen to their friendship if he did.