Tobirama woke up finding himself not DEAD.

The albino was… surprised. Since both he and Izuna were staying in Ren's house, he'd expected the latter man to grab this rare chance and take revenge on him: slice his throat open or harvest his kidney, for instance. But it appeared that Izuna did either of those. How strange. Maybe the Uchiha wasn't as barbaric as he thought.

Or he's plotting something Tobirama mused.

Just as expected, when the Beta saw his own reflection in the bathroom mirror, he almost punched a hole in the wall.

This ink'd better be washable!


Even in his wildest dream, Hashirama would have never thought that the fierce, stubborn and powerful Alpha he had been friend with was in fact an Omega.

He hadn't caught a wink of sleep last night, thinking about how on Earth that would be possible. How did the Uchiha keep his identity secret for so long? Where did the fake scent come from? Who else knew? Why didn't he tell him? Hashirama admitted they'd had quite a number of quarrels, and for most of the time the two of them had known each others, they fought. But he still couldn't help but feel upset that his friend didn't share his secret with him…

"What is your suggestion then, Alpha? Stay here so you can keep me to yourself?"

The way Madara had spat out that word -with so much hatreds and fear- stung. He saw Hashirama no more that an animal living on instincts, unfit to be trusted and by no means a friend. That had he wondered:

Do I even know who he is?

Was the Madara he knew -stoic, willful and feared by many- real? Or was it just a mask the younger male wore to hide from the world? If it was the case, then who was he inside?

Hashirama recalled all the Omegas he had encountered in the past. His mother: meek and kind, a woman who was gentle to the core. She never questioned her Alpha and would listen to every single word he said, which in the end led to her downfall. Then there were the Omegas his comrades led back to their camp in the middle of the night to 'relieve tensions'. Hashirama didn't associate with them, but he did note how most of them were: playful, flirtatious and unrealistic. Finally, the Omegas he passed by in Konoha. They were, for the lack of better word, a mix between the two aforementioned types. On one hand, they acted submissively; on the other hand, they threw him, or any other Alpha, suggestive winks and giggles loudly whenever he walked by.

Hashirama couldn't imagine his friend falling in any of the three categories.

"Shodai-sama… uh, Hokage-sama… Hashirama!"

He only realized someone was calling him when a foot forcefully stomped his under the table. Suppressing a hiss of pain, he looked over to Toka who stood to his left. The young woman whispered:

"The Daimyo is asking you."

Hashirama turned back to the older man sitting across him.

"How are you feeling, Hashirama-dono?"

"I am fine. Thank you, daimyo-sama."

The monarch nodded:

"Good. We can't have an ailing leader at times like this…And your escort, the one that left the meeting at midsections yesterday, how is he?"

Hashirama frowned; he didn't like it when others referred to Madara as his subordinate. They were equals. When it came to Konoha or politics, the younger male was just as important as him. Unfortunately, most people didn't think so, and he failed to convince them otherwise.

"Madara-san is… under the weather." He lied.

Beside him, Hikaku tensed up. The Uchiha might not show it, but he had been on pins and needles the whole morning because his clan leader didn't show up. Right now, he stood awkwardly behind Madara's empty chair, onyx eyes reflected concern and worry.

"How unfortunate, please send him my best regard."

Hashirama bowed:

"It's my honor, Daimyo-sama."


"Hokage-sama!"

Hikaku approached him outside the conference room. Just a quick glance at the younger man and Hashirama knew what he was going to say. The bronze skinned male smiled nervously.

"Yes, Hikaku-san?"

"May I ask why didn't Madara-sama attend the meeting? I haven't got the chance to check on him." Yesterday, Toka had dragged him and other escorts to a restaurant, yelling something about celebration. In the end, Hikaku had to drag 5 very intoxicated Senju back to their rooms, and he was pretty drunk himself to do anything else.

"Don't worry, he is a bit tired… so I advised him to stay back."

"And he listened to you?" Hikaku raised an eyebrow. If he knew his clan leader, that man hated being bossed around.

"Took some convincing, but yes… He's probably sleeping in right now, I hope."

"Good luck on that…" The dark haired man shook his head: "The last time I saw someone making Madara-sama stay in bed, he snuck out and didn't return until midnight. Izuna was worried sick."

Hashirama laughed, a single sweat rolled down his temple. Excusing himself, he left.


The hokage stopped by a restaurant on his way back to the hotel. Hashirama had no idea how much or what an Omega eats during heat so he just grabbed his friend's favorite: inarizushi and some other things. People gave him weird looks when he ordered but he paid no mind. He would be gawking too if a fit man bought this much takeout. The Senju never realized that people were staring because of his odd robe.

While waiting, a young couple caught Hashirama's attention. He could tell that they were newly mated. The Omega wore an auburn kimono that showed off her bite mark which was still reddish in color. She smiled contentedly at her Alpha: a short-haired female who grinned just as enthusiastically. The pairs' hands brushed every now and then. They didn't talk much, yet still gave off warm vibes and seemed to be lost in their little world.

His heart fluttered at the sight.


"Madara, I brought you… um… lunch, and…"

A maid walked by and sniggered at the tall man.

"Troubles in paradise?"

Hashirama blushed; he probably looked very stupid: stammering to a close door with a giant basket in hand.

"It's not like that!"

"Sure. But tell you what big guy, if you really want to make up with your mate then come in there and…"

She winked.

"But… but we are not…"

"More the reason to do so."

His jar dropped. The maid giggled even more. She, thankfully, didn't say anything else and left the poor man alone. He spent a few minutes recovering from her 'advise'. Once he did, he realized that she had a point. Madara was in heat, so he couldn't leave the room for anything. Someone had to bring the food in for him. That 'someone' happened to be Hashirama at the moment.

"I'm coming in."

Hashirama pushed the door open. There was almost no light inside. His feet stepped on various things littered on the ground and almost tripped once or twice. He covered his nose with the robe's cuff in order to block out some of Madara's scent. Were Omegas supposed to smell this strong? Now he questioned even more how the younger male masked his pheromone, never in his life had he smelled anything close to this. The rich aroma was making his head spin.

Finally, he made out a humanoid figure sprawling on the bed. Hashirama set the basket down on the nightstand and admired his friend.

Madara looked so gentle sleeping like this. His features, for once, weren't haughty or annoyed (two expressions everyone had come to associate him with) but peaceful. His parted lips were the most kissable things Hashirama ever laid eyes on. And those rosy cheeks were begging to be caressed. How come he had never realized how beautiful this creature in front of him was until now, Hashirama had no idea.

I should leave The older male told himself, but his legs refused to budge. He was bewitched, caught in a spell and couldn't break free until finally, Madara's eyes blinked open and obsidian orbs stared blankly at him.

Before the brunette could protest, he was tackled to the floor. Sweet odor filled his lungs as he gasped out from the strong impact. The male on top of him only snarled. Madara activated his Sharingan and burning hands gripped Hashirama's shoulder painfully.

"It's not what it looked like."

He almost yelped when Madara scented his neck.

What is he doing?

"Madara?"

Hashirama shoved his friend away. That was when he fully registered the emotion swimming in his friend's crimson orbs. It wasn't anger like he'd thought, but lust. Madara looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, one of his hand had left his shoulder to play with a lock of brown hair while the other stroked his cheek. Hashirama batted them away.

"You don't want this…" He reasoned

Again, his words fell on deaf ear. Madara hissed. He pushed the older man down until they were nose to nose and his legs straddled him.

If in the near future, anyone asked Hashirama about the most awkward/inappropriate boner he'd ever had; then his answer would be this. Madara, intentionally or not, was sitting right on his manhood. He could feel the man's ass lining up perfectly through layers of damp clothes. The intoxicating aroma wasn't helping either. If anything, it worsened his hard-on.

He opened his mouth, trying to talk some sense into the Omega again. Madara saw the opportunity and quickly captured his lips. It was sloppy, speaking volume of how inexperienced he was. Still, it took all Hashirama's strength not to kiss back.

Don't give in, just don't. He won't forgive you. Izuna will MURDER you.

The thought about the younger Uchiha brother calmed him down immediately.

Yup, think about all the way he could torture you before putting you out of your misery, Hashirama! Who know! He might cook you up and make Otouto eat, and then kill him as well.

His mind was getting morbid, but hey, at least it killed the erection.

Madara pulled away when he realized the Alpha wasn't responding. He whined, even tugged his brown hair but Hashirama still wouldn't do anything. Finally, he leaned down and started placing kisses along the older man's jaw. That got a protest out of him

"Stop."

More kisses.

"Hey."

This time, a bite onhis earlode.

The reaction was instant. Hashirama rolled over so their positions changed. He had the other man trapped beneath him and both arms on either side of his head.

"No."

Madara's face fell. He looked at Hashirama in a rejected manner. 'Don't you want me?' was written in his red eyes.

"Yes I do…" The brunette swallowed hard "…But not like this. You are not yourself."

He made himself leave the confused Omega on the floor.


Author's notes:

Sorry for making you wait… It's 20th Nov so I have been kinda busy, but it's over now! Hurray!

Anon: Yup, Female Alphas would show at birth. As for male Omegas, I like to think that they do have uteruses (uteri?) and overies connected to their, well *nus.

Things would probably go downhill from here for the next few chapters but I can guarantee that the story wouldn't be too dark.

And Izuna will live on.

P/s :Update is definitely next week.