Hakai

Chapter 11

PAIRINGS: Itachi/Sasuke, Hashirama/ Madara

Summary:ItaSasu HashiMada, The mind is an easy thing to break, the body even more. Mental illness plays its game within Madara and Sasuke's mind, and the abuse going on in a place where they should be helping isn't helping recovery. What will the brothers and an unlikely stranger do to get Madara the help he needs and make sure Sasuke doesn't experience the same fate his uncle had?

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Naruto or any of the characters and we make no money off of this.

WARNINGS: Yaoi (if you don't like, gtfo). Smut in later chapters. Possible dark themes. Mentions of rape and self harm. Incest. Most likely, will contain swearing at some point, and violence. Characters possibly OOC.

Being of chapter notes:

Chai: Starting a new chapter, since the MMO we play was full of lag T.T

Mada: *I was forced to play*

Chai: I asked and you said yus. That's not forcing XDD

Mada: Forced.

Chai: Lies xD Now, Onto the fic! *grabs the uke and drags him off to write*

*pops head back in* Oh, by the way- this chapter is one big smut fest. Lots of sex, little bit of plot thrown in on the side. Oh, and some ItaSasuMada three-some thrown in but they don't go all the way. Just some foreplay.

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"Kitten? You remember my brother Tobirama, right? How would you like to spend today with him?" Hashirama asked as he set a plate of pancakes before Madara.

Madara looked up with a raised eyebrow, "Um sure? He is out of the hospital right? I love to get to know him more. Where are you going? And please don't tell me its not to get to know him but to give me a baby sitter…"

Hashirama sat down besides Madara. "Yeah, he's out of the hospital and I think it would be a good idea for him to stay here for a while. He lives by himself and after all that's been going on, well, I think him staying here would be for the best." He smiled at Madara, reached over and tugged a messy spike of hair. "I have a debate to attend this afternoon, and Tobirama will be here shortly. He's not here to babysit you." Tobirama was just coming over to keep an eye on Madara, and as Hashirama had said, he thought it was for the best, considering what had put Tobirama in the hospital, if he did stay with them for a little bit.

Madara nodded and sighed. He still felt like he was getting babysat. He didn't mind someone with him though. He would feel a bit more safe. He kissed Hashirama's cheek and turned to Tobirama when he limped through the door.

Tobirama was still a little sore, especially since he, in that macho male pride, refused to take any of the painkillers the hospital had given him. "Aww, ain't that sweet, the two love birds canoodling. Almost reminds me of you and Mito." He said to Hashirama.

Hashirama shot death glare at his brother and immediately started to rethink the idea. "Tobiramaa."

"What? Its true, Mito used to be all over you like that, too. Except you weren't as besotted with her as you seem to be with

Madara felt more than just awkward. "Ex-wife talk... Nice..." Madara went and sat on the couch. "Well come back asap... Or I might fuck your brother instead. You are depriving me. So hurry up."

He grabbed the remote and turned on netflix and looked through movies. "Porn looks tempting to and that would be terrible if you had friends over and saw what you been watching." He winked.

"Ouch! Hashirama, damn it! My eye!" A loud yell echoed from the kitchen and Hashirama came and sat on the couch besides Madara. "Kitten." He placed a hand on Madara's cheek and turned his head so the spikey raven haired one was forced to look at him. "Tobirama has a loud mouth. Ignore his stupidity. Mito is just….a past mistake. You're here now, and you're the one I love. And I hope you'll always stay here." He leaned in and kissed Madara's soft pink lips, then pulled back. "I have to go now. I'll see you tonight, kitten."

Hashirama stood up and left just as Tobirama came into the room with an ice pack covering the eye where Hashirama very uncharacteristically punched his brother. While Hashirama had been talking with Madara, Tobirama had been digging around in the freezer hunting down the ice pack. "The hell's gotten into you?" He griped as Hashirama passed him.

"Your stupidity. Don't upset him or I'll make your other eye match the first."

Tobirama snorted and muttered something like "grouchy old hippie." under his breath then plopped down on a chair opposite of Madara. The sound of the door shutting as Hashirama left, then his car started up and he drove away.

Tobirama shifted the ice pack around on his face. "Yeah, forget what I said earlier. Hashi and Mito don't see each other that much anymore."

"He still see's her? When? Why?" Madara asked while growling. He out of anger added tons of porn Hashirama's favorites. "Explain. Now. He told me he doesn't see her at all... I'm a very jealous and possessive person. I don't share..."

Tobirama blinked at how swiftly and ferociously Madara focused on him. He hadn't really been paying attention to what he'd been saying, it had just sort of slipped out. "Eh? Errrr….well, they're not together anymore, hence the ex-wife. But they've both been single for a long time and they've occasionally hooked up together. Just for old times' sake and sex, at least that's what Hashirama's always told me. But then you came to live with him and he stopped meeting up with her. She's been calling me, trying to get to him." He shrugged and leaned forward, snatching up the remote and flicking through the TV guide.

"You shouldn't worry too much. Hashirama's first love has and always will be the environment, then this town and its citizens. Mito's not a bad person, but she really loved Hashirama and Hashi….well, his feelings for her weren't as strong. But then you came along. I've never seen Hashirama put anyone before his duties before."

Madara looked down and just nodded, "I'm sorry… I just… I've very protective over my heart and don't like it to be played with… My nephew whom I consider my son has gotten to me a bit. I'm trying to prove to him that Hashirama loves me and is a good person but he isn't so sure… I'm just nervous…"

Looking down the dark haired schizophrenic bit his lip as voices decided to try to confirm his doubts by telling him how worthless he was. He brought his knees to his chest before shaking his head and pulling out his pills from his pocket and swallowing them without a drink.

"Um…..okay…" Tobirama wondered if Madara was bipolar, too, with the sudden mood swings. He didn't know much about mental illness, and for a moment he wondered how Hashirama had the patience for it. But the, Tobirama was not one for commitment or relationships much. Still, seeing how dejected Madara looked, curled up in a little ball covered with long, spikey tangles of hair.

Tobirama got up and moved closer, sitting down besides Madara. "Um….don't cry? Please? …...like Hashirama said- just ignore my big mouth." He reached out a hand like he was going to stroke Madara's hair, then pulled his hand back, unsure if this would upset Madara more or not. He settled for gently, tentatively patting Madara's knee.

He was quiet for a bit before the medication kicked in and he relaxed enough to actually be able to hear when Tobirama was talking to him. "Lets watch a movie shall we?"

Tobirama breathed an audible sigh of relief once he saw the change in Madara. "Yeah. Sure. That sounds good." He didn't think he could handle babysitting Madara, but it was too late to back out now. "And um…..I'm sorry for upsetting you. Hey, if you wanna have some fun with Hashirama, try setting his news feeds to crap about the carbon emissions and the growing hole in the ozone layer. It'll make him shit a brick."

Madara snickered and did that. "Good idea. And you didn't upset me. The voices take any chance they get an I was late on my medication." Madara watched as the maid brought over his favorite pajamas. "These usually make you feel better Madara-chan." Madara grinned. "Thank you!"

The maid left and thinking that this being Hashirama's brother and Tobirama being a womanizer, he wasn't worried about him checking him out. He took off his clothes and was left in black lacy panties with the Uchiha fan on the back. Hashirama customized a pair for him.

Unknown to many people, Tobirama was like his older brother in that he swung both ways. He just happened to have a soft spot for boobs. He was not as bad of a womanizer as, say, Jiraiya, whose exploits were legendary. He just preferred casual sex and relationships to the serious, commitment crap. So he took the opportunity opened to him and ogledd Madara's ass and panties. Such a delicious ass. Tobirama mused to himself if Hashirama ever bit it. Hashirama bent more towards sausage with the occasional side of clams, and Tobirama was more of a calm person. Well, it was the melons that came with the clams that he particularly enjoyed. If Madara had boobs, Tobirama would have died of happiness where he sat. Lack of boobage aside, Madara was quite a scrumptious little package.

He noticed a hickie shaped bruise on Madara's concave stomach. "Souvenir from Hashirama's bed?"

Madara rolled his eyes, "More like Souvenir from the kitchen table." Madara snickered. He looked for a butler, when he spotted one walking by he asked him to get him a pair of his boxers since the panties were chaffing.

The butler returned with some tight boxers and gave them to Madara and in a slowly process Madara squeezed himself out of the panties Hashirama bought a size too small of to make his ass stand out more and stood naked in front of the man. Madara put the boxers on only after bending over to get his comfy pj pants.

Tobirama was getting more than just a good show, more like the show of a god. Madara had plenty of scars on him from Danzo but none that really hurt his beauty.

Tobirama was practically drooling. He'd even forgotten about the pain in his eye. "Ah, if you had boobs, I'd so try to steal you away from my brother." He sighed happily, drinking in the gaze of that delicious derriere.

Madara looked surprised as he put the pants on, "You mean if I had a vagina? I thought you were straight?" He sat back without a shirt. His body was slender and petite like a woman but the right muscles of a man that had been coming back with Hashirama's help. He was still obviously too skinny but the muscles made it appear as if that was just his normal body type. It was still beyond attractive.

A maid then brought in some food for both of them. Madara had a scheduled consumption of food to help get his normal weight back. He grabbed a plate and groaned as the maid tapped her foot showing she wasn't leaving till he ate it all. "Fineeee…"

"Nah, its the boobs that really do it for me. Big, soft, squishy bouncy boobs. Slap a pair of titties on you and I'd happily screw that ass of yours blue." Tobirama winked and took his own food, devouring it in a few bites. He wasn't fat; he had a high metabolism and rarely sat still for long, but he was like a human garbage disposal. "Glad to see you're eating better and Hashirama wasn't just blowing smoke up my ass when he said you're no longer a walking skeleton."

The Uchiha was blushing up a storm, "U-Uh…" He didn't know what to say to that other than smack Tobirama across the face, "Censor yourself, that is rude!" He didn't know how to react in situation yet when people flirted with him. Hashirama hadn't really went over that with him. He never been in a relationship before besides one which was a long time ago… with Izuna…

He ate his food blushing looking away and bit his bottom lip. "Don't say such things to me or I won't be afraid to punch you just like Hashirama did!" He turned on a movie and edged away from Tobirama.

Tobirama snorted and held his hand up to his reddened cheek. "Didn't take you for a prissy little bitch...okay, okay, I'm sorry. Geez, you're worse than Mito." He grumbled under his breath. "And I doubt you can hit like Hashirama does, with those girly slaps of yours." He said but not very sourly; his tone was teasing instead. "You know, some guys like that in the bedroom."

Just then the phone rang. The maid answered it. It was Hashirama. The maid handed the phone to Madara. "Hey, kitten. Just wanted to call and see how you're doing. Are you eating your supper? Is Tobirama behaving himself? II- ah, I have to go now, we're starting up again. I'll be home soon as I can. Miss you, my princess!" Hashirama hung up the phone.

Tobirama's cell phone went off. His ringtone was Baby Got Back. "Ah. Mito-chan. I told you I'd call you back later- well, yeah I guess it is a late later but things came up. Hashirama's not home right now; its not a good time. You really need to discuss that with him, not me. Erm…..um...yeah I'm at his house- how did you know-" A loud, insistent knock resounded through the entranceway into the living room. "Shit." Tobirama cursed and hung up his cell phone.

Moments later, the maid showed Mito into the room.

Madara was still shirtless and stood up. To her it was just some VERY sexy man, to the people who knew who Madara was, it was a very angry boyfriend…

"You are Hashirama's ex-wife, no?" He asked with a smiled that seemed friendly when really, it was beyond deadly.

Mito smiled calmly back at Madara, a perfect wife for a politician. "And you must be Hashi-kun's latest scandal. Madara Uchiha. The mental patient turned politician's whore. I've read about you in the tabloids."

"Oh holy shit." Tobirama ran a hand over his abused face and stood up to get between them.

"I'm sorry you little bitch, but I believe you are in my home. If you please, get the fuck out before I rip you a new one? Oh and those kimono's he bought you fit me very nicely. He must have paid a lot of money on them. He is such a gentleman. Is he not? I love how he picked me over you. I must be just enough of a whore to keep him satisfied...because well, you couldn't." He shoved past Tobirama.

"Now… leave my home… now… Hashirama already added me to the deed, and took you off." Madara put the kimono on to cover himself and waved a few servants over, "Can you escort the bitch out for me please? I'm rather tired and don't feel like wearing myself out more by showing this slut how much better I am than her. I mean even the voices in my head think you are ugly as fuck."

One of the butler nearly did a spit take. "Mito-chan do you want some ice for that burn?" One of the new, very dedicated to Madara, butlers said. Madara was much kinder than Mito ever was to them.

Mito blinked, shocked speechless for a moment, looked as furious and mad as Madara the next then finally her face returned to a hard frozen mask. She narrowed her eyes. "If all that is true, then why was Hashirama with me just a few days ago? Ask him." She pointed to Tobirama.

Tobirama looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but between the two of them. "Mito-chan, that's not exactly-"

"Don't you dare deny it!" She pointed a finger in Tobirama's face. "You know Hashirama and I have been working on getting back together." She looked at Madara. "Have you ever wondered why he took such an interest in your case? Why he took you into his home and kept you there? Aside from using your for sex- much more convenient than going to a male prostitute when he wanted to shove it up another guy's ass. I'm the one who suggested keeping you here to him. What a wonderful political propaganda- the mayor, who is single, showing how much of a do-gooder he is by helping out an abused mental patient. I don't know what games he's playing what he's putting in that messed up head of yours- or what you're making out of what he is telling you."

Madara growled, "I SAID GET THIS WOMAN OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He growled at the servants before looking back to her, "You are just a lying bitch. I believe Hashirama over you! I-It isn't true! He loves me. He wouldn't care to deal with my nephew if he didn't love me… h-he saved me and fell in love with me… y-you are just full of shit…" Madara was breaking and one of the servants grabbed her arms and pulled her. "Madara-sama must be eating his meal now and its hard to eat when a bitch is talking. We have been told to do nothing but please Madara-sama, not you. The door is this wa- Itachi-san! Uh excuse me!" One of the servants nearly pushed the lady into a nearby onlooker standing by the door with a very shocked Sasuke who held baked goods in his pale hands.

Mito yanked her arm out of the maid's grip. She let out a cold laugh. "Of course you believe what he tells you. You're stupid enough to. Or insane enough." With that she charged out, face up and it was clear she was trying not to cry. She stormed out, knocking into Sasuke and making the plastic Tupperware container in his hands fall to the ground.

Itachi immediately caught Sasuke. "Excuse you! Get back here and apologize to my baby brother!" Mito only hurried away faster. Itachi growled and started to go after her, almost dragging Sasuke with him. Only when he felt the weight of Sasuke in his arms did he stop and go from pissed off to worried. "Otouto, are you okay?

Tobirama ran a hand over his face, wincing when he hit his bruised eye. "Damn it. Next time I get stuck babysitting you, Hashirama's buying me an entire keg of beer." He looked at Madara and he almost winced. "Um, hey? She's um- I've never seen her like that. She's just...uh, jealous, like two girls in a cat fight." He shook his head, wondering what he was supposed to do if Madara collapsed on him.

Itachi picked up the tupperware container then picked up Sasuke and carried him into the house. He saw the state Madara was in. He shoved the container into Tobirama's stomach, glowering at him with that infamous Uchiha death glare, as if he fully blamed Tobirama for what had just happened. He immediately took his uncle's hand and tugged him over to the couch.

Itachi sat, Sasuke on his lap and Madara right besides him. He stroked his uncle's cheek. "Uncle?"

Madara tried taking deep breaths and tried to convince himself further that she was lying. It had to be lies. He loved him… He had to love him… he wouldn't have done so much for him if he didn't, right? Tobirama didn't deny what she said though…

He picked up the phone and dialed Hashirama's number and the secretary had picked up, "H-Hi, um, can you tell Hashirama that I think I'm going to stay over with my nephew for a bit… his ex-wife just came over and I really don't want to stay with him after what she said… just for a bit… I need to think… If he wants to know what happened ask his brother or my nephew… I don't want to talk…" The secretary just stuttered an okay and Madara hung up. He got up, and grabbed his coat, "I want to go home Itachi… for a bit…" He grabbed his medication.

"A-At least I can spend some more time with you right. Eheheh…" He was obviously hurt but was trying not to show it.

"Alright. Do you want me to pack some of your things for you-" Itachi started to say. He didn't know fully what had happened, just that Madara was obviously VERY upset and wanted some place he felt safe to break down in. Before Itachi could even finish speaking, Madara had grabbed his hand and tugged him and Sasuke out to the car. Itachi didn't even have time to shoot Tobirama another death glare. During the car ride, both Schizophrenic Uchihas were very quiet.

Itachi waited until they were inside the house with the doors shut before addressing his uncle. He pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back. "She said something that upset you, and made you want to leave Hashirama." He said quietly and kissed the top of Madara's head.

"J-Just for a little bit. I-I need to have time to think… Sh-She said that he was just using me as a easy male prostitute… that it was just to make himself look good… helping a mental patient...but at the same time g-getting to fuck me… that he was actually working on getting back together with her and saw her 3 days ago… Tobirama didn't deny it…" He looked down.

Sasuke walked over to him and took his hand leading him away from his brother. "Come on Uncle, how about we make some cookies. Baking always made you feel better. We can have some fun. Then we can watch a movie…"

Nodding the older Uchiha went and washed his hands to start baking with Sasuke. "Itachi will be our taste tester and our personal servant with getting all the ingredients!" Sasuke smiled over at Itachi and playfully winked.

Itachi nodded and let the go. Sometimes the two of them- Madara and Sasuke- understood each other in a way no one who didn't have their disease would or could. So he just let them go. "I'll be in in a minute." He called out.

Then he grabbed the phone and dialed Hashirama's house. The maid answered and gave the phone to Tobirama, who had gone to help himself to a beer. Itachi kept his voice low and got the whole story out of Tobirama. A dark, ominous scowl clouded his face when he joined them in the kitchen.

Madara looked over to Itachi and frowned when he saw the look. "Are you okay Itachi? We need our servant to take the cookies out of the oven. You took too long." Madara gave a small smile. "What were you doing in there? Sasuke thought you died." Sasuke snickered and went over to his brother and took his hand.

"Nii-san what happened?"

Itachi hadn't realized he was scowling. He kissed Sasuke's forehead. "Tobirama's a moron, that's all, sweet one."

Itachi looked then at Madara and forced a smile. "A servant, hm? You really think you're a princess now?" He joked, came over to Madara and kissed his cheek. "you're missing you're crown, your highness." He gave Madara a little bow then took the cookies out of the oven for them.

Madara laughed a bit until he heard his cell phone go off. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked to see Hashirama's number. His smile went away. He answered it an put it on speakerphone next to Itachi since he didn't want to talk but he wanted to hear.

He looked to Itachi with a silent plea to talk to him for him.

Itachi took the phone. He was tempted to go into another room for a private talk with the mayor. He had to suppress the urge to go tie Hashirama's dick into a knot.

"Mada-chan? Kitten? Tobirama told me what happened. We need to talk. I can hear your little gasps- I know you're there. I'm sorry for you encountering Mito. Some of what she said is true- but not the way she said it! I did meet with her a little after you came, she wanted her kimonos bacIt It's why we've been meeting off and on. After our divorce- well, technically, the kimonos were mine as I'm the one who'd paid for them and I never put them in her name but now they're in yours so they're technically yours-"

Hashirama was nervous, scared he was going to lose his kitten or had hurt him. His voice was full of longing and love for his precious spikey haired, Schizophrenic uke princess.

Itachi's growl grew until it was audible. Hashirama paused. "Oh, hello there, Itachi-san."

Itachi's growl deepened. "Senjuu-"

"You've made mistakes in the past, Itachi-san, and you were given a second chance and allowed to explain yourself. Surely you can afford someone else that same courtesy." Hashirama's tone rang with reprimand.

Itachi's growl softened but didn't die down. "We're listening."

"Good. Yes, when I was single, Mito and I occasionally got back together for one night stands, sex ala carte. Mito is still single. But when I met Madara things changed. I told Mito this, that I was no longer available. She read something into our infrequent hookups that was never there. Kind of like the rumor that was going around last year about Itachi-san sleeping with that intern, Yamanaka Ino I think her name was. Anyway, Mito has been trying to lash back out at me so I have simply started ignoring her and she's been pestering Tobirama. And Tobirama….well, my dear brother doesn't really pay much attention to anything that doesn't matter or interest him. "

"Kitten, please believe me. Our relationship…..is not the easiest. I would never use you like that, would never do anything to hurt you. You're my princess. I love you, kitten."

Madara looked down and gulped. "So...you aren't just using me for my body like Danzo did? I will come home tomorrow then… Tonight I want to spend time with Itachi and talk to him about it…Goodnight." He hung up.

He just gave a kind smile to Sasuke who was nervous about this. He wanted his uncle happy and in good hands. If Hashirama was using him he would crush his nuts off…

Madara fed Itachi a cookie when the weasel least expected it. "Nom nom! Taste tester. Last step of cookies!" He smiled.

Itachi blinked, surprised, and chewed and swallowed. He smiled. "They're good, as always." Itachi could see how nervous Sasuke was and that Madara was hiding how upset he was for Sasuke. He reached out and flicked Sasuke in the forehead. "Otouto, how about uncle sleeps with us in the big bed tonight?" Meaning Itachi's bed- the same bed Sasuke had been sleeping in for a while now.

Sasuke nodded excitedly, "Ya! I remember curling up to uncle all the time when I couldn't sleep and when you are taking up the whole bed for me to squeeze in! Now I get the best of both worlds! And if you keep flicking me I'm going to bite off your freakin finger Itachi…"

Madara raised an eyebrow. He guessed that it would be okay. "If you two start having sex near me I'm going to ground both of you." Madara joked .

"Don't worry, uncle, we wouldn't leave you out." Itachi joked back with a saucy wink then tapped Sasuke's forehead again, pulling back his finger before Sasuke could actually bite it. "Like a cute little Chihuahua." He said then put a cookie in Sasuke's mouth. "Here's a treat for the little puppy."

Glaring at his older brother, Sasuke, went over to the living room and grabbed the large ninja fan that was a family heirloom and just like Madara used to do, smacked Itachi across the head. "I taught you well Sasuke." Madara snickered. "Nah, I couldn't find anything that I want to hit him with that wouldn't end up killing him, so this was the last resort…"

He turned his nose up and grabbed another cookie from the tray.

Itachi snorted with laughter. "Oh, yes, you've taught him well- taught him how to be a bitchy little queen." He laughed a little harder.

Madara rolled his eyes, "Is the bed made or am I going to have to make it for you as if you were 5 years old again." Sasuke snickered. "Itachi never makes the bed." Madara popped another cookie in his mouth and went upstair hearing the other two trailing along behind him. He looked in the room to see it a mess. "Itachi Uchiha, I'm gone this long and you turn into a slob."

He went to the closet and pulled out a new pair of sheets and stripped the old ones before getting to work putting the clean white one on.

Itachi flung Sasuke over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and playfully smacked Sasuke's bottom. "Come on, otouto." He raced up the stairs, bouncing Sasuke a little bit but keeping a firm hold on him so he didn't fall. Itachi bounced into the bedroom then tossed Sasuke up through the air to land in the middle of the sheets Madara was putting on the bed. Then he grabbed Madara up and threw him besides Sasuke and sat on top of his uncle, pinning him under him and tickling him.

Madara glared up at Itachi, "I was fixing the sheets! God! You can be annoying still I see! Get off off of me you fat ass brat-What are you n-no!" Madara laughed hysterically as he was being tickled and tried to get Itachi off of him and managed to turn his body so that his stomach would be safe against the bed but his sides were still at Itachi's mercy.

"Itachi! S-Stop! Ahahahaha! Damn it! Stop it!" Madara growled but squirmed in laughter.

Itachi smirked and tickled Madara some more, getting his sides and the base of his neck. Then he leaned over, grabbed Sasuke's dainty ankle and dragged Sasuke over, tickling him as well. Itachi leaned over Madara, smooshing him into the blankets while tickling Sasuke, then he went back to tickling Madara.

Sasuke yelped and he wasn't afraid to kick Itachi for tickling him. He got loose and tackled him off the bed before getting back on it with Madara, "I saved the day uncle from the tickle monster! God… I feel like a 4 year old…" MAdara laughed at Sasuke lovingly and ran a hand through his hair.

He got off the bed and started to make it again bending down to tuck in the sheets. "Thank you for being so concerned about Hashirama, Itachi… I know I act aggravated sometimes with you accusing him but it feels nice when you ask those questions because I know you care. So thank you… I like the protective and loving side of you."

Itachi got up and saw the way Madara was bent over, that ass in the air. "Yeah, Sasuke definitely takes after you." He said then hugged Madara from behind, pulling him up into his embrace….then dive bombing him and Madara back onto the bed. Instead of tickling this time, he just held Madara close. "You're my uncle. I love you. And...I really am sorry I failed you before…" but that just made him more determined to protect him now. "You've been hurt by- well, what you went through- you're vulnerable. I worry that someone would take advantage of you and hurt you more. Especially after what that Mito woman said. I worry he's using you the same way Danzo did, just more subtle. Make you think he loves you when all he wants is your body."

Madara squirmed in his arms and grunted when he couldn't get away. "He never failed me… you just were misled. Do you still think he is using me… after what he said on the phone..His kisses always feel full of love and when he holds me its just like you did after a long day at school long ago. Like I will vanish on ya…"

"I love you Itachi and… what did you mean by Sasuke takes after me? I know that for sure because he doesn't look like his father that is for sure. I think his mother owes me explanations for why he looks more like my son than Fugaku's." He snickered.

"I meant with the hitting and the kicking." Itachi said quickly. Although he really meant with the teasing sexiness. "I wouldn't be surprised if he really was yours. Did you ever go drinking with mother? Maybe she slept with you and got Sasuke. It would explain why father was always so cruel to him." Fugaku had practically ignored Sasuke, which only prompted Itachi to be there more for his little brother.

Madara thought a bit. "I was too busy in my own bubble to really socialize but that woman was indeed a drinker so I wouldn't doubt it. We should get that tested. Honestly both of you are mine at this rate. You are nothing like your parents." Madara's hair was fanned out like a fallen angel as he laid beneath Itachi, like an older Sasuke. Even the youngest thought Madara looked very pretty… sexy… No wonder why people would take advantage of him… he would too…

He kissed his uncles forehead and looked up to Itachi hoping Itachi was thinking the same gave Itachi a wink meaning something Madara couldn't comprehend. He just raised an eyebrow. "What are you up to…?"

Itachi saw that look and returned it with one of his own. He placed his hands on Madara's concave stomach. "You've filled out. I guess...perhaps, maybe, my suspicions about Senju were misplaced. It looks like he's taking good care of you. " He stroked Madara's stomach, running his fingertips over his ribcage. "You were the one who raised us…" Itachi's lips twisted in a smile. "That would make you...our mother." He teased. "Was the labor painful?" He joked.

Shivering beneath his touch, the older Uchiha watched them suspiciously. Not understanding what their looks meant. "If you keep stickin your hands up my shirt like that then you will be a duplicate of Hashirama. I'm sure that's your worst nightmare Itachi. And if I'm your mother then that explains why you always liked me to have long hair and nearly killed me when I tried to cut it off."

Madara felt the rough thumbs press into any little sensitive spot they could find. Sasuke's hands had found his shirt and took it off of him confusing Madara. "You have gotten stronger too Mommy." He ran his hands over Madara's arms.

Itachi's fingers ran along the edge of his ribcage, then up over his chest. His thumbs found Madara's nipples and ran across them. "We're just checking to make sure Hashirama's been taking good care of you….Mother." Itachi added, chuckling a little and tugging on a lock of Madara's hair. "Is Hashirama gentle when he screws you?"

Gasping, Madara couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Itachi's hand's make their way to his sensitive buds and start to rub them. Madara let out soft moans as his eldest nephew molested him and tugged on his hair. "U-Uh, a-at first b-but I like it when he is hard about it...Mnn… Itachi…" Sasuke bent down and licked up Madara's neck making his uncle nearly choke on air out of surprise. "S-Sasuke!?"

"I hope he tastes you enough...mommy… you are awfully delicious." He bent down and breathed hard on Madara neck as he abused it with nibbles. "S-Sasuke mnn! I-Itachi! I-I'm too old for y-you both to d-do this, a-and Hashirama might not l-like it mnnn…"

"Doing what? We're just giving you a physical examination and seeing how your reflexes are doing. Looks good so far." Itachi bent down and kissed Madara's forehead then ran his fingers through his hair. He laid down on his side then tugged Sasuke down so Madara was sandwiched in between them. "Just like old times, huh, Mom? Except I'm bigger than you now." Itachi chuckled a little and smooshed Madara into his chest, then motioning with his hand for Sasuke to smoosh up against Madara's back.

Sasuke gladly joined in and laughed as he watched Madara blush, "Mn! Itachi! Sasuke! You are crushing me! And Physical examination my ass! Ya right! And what is this? Testing to see if my bones can stand the weight of both you fat asses or are you testing to see if your 'boner powers' affect me?" Madara struggled in between them. "And bigger in height maybe but you are still nothing but a child to me Itachi Uchiha, now unhand me before you make a mistake and feel bad about it!"

Madara didn't want to admit that he was very much enjoying this. Itachi and Sasuke both reminded him of Izuna, his own little brother… his first love before he died. His body was loving this though Madara still had to put up that adult front.

"Examine your ass? Well, if you insist…." Itachi's lip twitched up in a half grin and he ran a finger teasingly between Madara's ass cheeks, giving one a little goose while his fingers were there. "I hear your lips protesting but your body certainly isn't." He snickered.

The eldest gasped and held onto Itachi tightly. "I-Itachi! Mnah! D-Don't touch there! A-Ahm…" Sasuke put his hands in the front of Madara's pants and stroked him, "Itachi can do a prostate exam while I make sure you don't have any type of erectile dysfunction…" Sasuke snickered.

Itachi snickered as well and ran his finger up and down some more, dipping into Madara's entrance just a little bit.

Madara moaned out and clung to Itachi whimpering expecting more, wanting more, needing it. "M-More...I give up… just moreee…" Sasuke grinned knowing they won. He made Madara face towards him so he could bend down and remove his pants enough for him to get a good lick of his member. "A-HAAaa!" The elders hands went into Sasuke's hair in shock. Was this really happening? If it was, he fucking loved it it.

Itachi kissed Madara's forehead, stroking his cheek then pulled Sasuke back. "Sasuke-chan, we can't go all the way. Madara is with Hashirama. It wouldn't be right, otouto." He ran a hand down Sasuke's back.

"Its only going all the way if you fuck him. I'm just examining him with my mouth is all, a little touching doesn't matter. Plus we are family. Family doesn't count. Right uncle?" He gripped Madara's length and made him moan out and cling to Itachi. "We won't have sex. Just a bit of fun… I like the idea of a threesome. Plus if we record it next time I'm sure Hashirama would like it as a birthday present." Sasuke winked and went back down to sucking him off while looking up pleadingly for Itachi to join in to please the now pleasure engulfed elder Uchiha.

Itachi wavered for only a second then his fingers were back down at Madara's entrance while the other hand reached for the lotion. He then slipped a slippery finger inside Madara, wiggling it around while Sasuke gave Madara a blow job.

With a gasp Madara leaned into Itachi's hand trying to get the finger deeper. "I-Itachi! S-Sasuke! Mnah! Oh Kami! Y-You are going to make me cummm!" He whined and bent up to suck on Itachi's neck with eyes clouded with lust.

Itachi kissed his mouth,tongue running along Madara's soft lower lip as a second finger slipped in, scissoring then pushing in deeper to brush against his prostate. Itachi broke away from the kiss, licking his way down Madara's neck to his nipples. He took one in his mouth and sucked as the lotioned up fingers on his other hand slipped into Sasuke's asscheeks, one fingertip running around Sasuke's rim before slipping inside and Itachi was massaging both prostates like a mamaestroistro.

Sasuke let out a symphony of moans with Madara joining in. Sasuke stopped with the oral portion of the pleasure and pulled Madara into a kiss making out with him before attacking Itachi's cock in licks. "I-Itachi… mnn… finger us harder! I want to see who will scream louder, Uncle or myself!" Madara nodded in agreement moving his hip to get more friction.

"Harder you stupid brat mnah! If Sasuke wants a challenge then fine. Whoever cums first loses. Just make sure you do it hard Itachi. And equal. Mnn…" Sasuke smirked and wiggled his bottom to Itachi teasingly.

Itachi rose to the challenge, smirking at their delicious noises they were making. He licked Madara's thigh, then Sasuke's. He had two fingers in each and slipped a third in. He pulled his fingers out then thrust them in, twisting his wrists and rubbing the prostates at the same time before slipping out and thrusting back in again. Up against the prostate he scissored his fingers, brushing against Madara and Sasuke's pleasure spots. He gave each one of their thighs a love bite. He slipped a fourth finger in each, again scissoring all four for a little mini massage.

Itachi moaned at the beautiful sounds they were making. He slipped his fingers out of both then rammed them back in swiftly jackhammerer motion, crashing into their prostates repeatedly.

Madara and Sasuke screamed loudly and let their eyes roll back, "Niii-sannnnnnnn!" "I-Itaaachiiiii!" Madara never felt so stretched. Hashirama was huge, but Itachi was nearly fisting him. He hoped that Itachi could make good enough friends with Hashirama to give him a few tips! Then again that hot tub jet felt like vibrations which was wonderful… Maybe he could convince Hashirama to stretch him more and fill him up… this was AMAZING.

"ITACHIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Make Sasuke cum already I won't loseeeee!" Sasuke bit his lip but ended up screaming as he came, his younger body unable to hand so much sexual torment. He fell on his stomach on the bed and groaned as the after pleasure still coursed through him.

With the loudest scream yet the eldest join him in seeing white asparticularcully good rub to his sweet spot drove him to bliss. "Mnahhhhhhhhhhhh! OH KAMI! ITACHI!" Sasuke wrapped a hand around Madara's length and caught the cum and did his best to put it inside himself. He and Madara rubbed Itachi's crotch and wiggled their bottoms moaning till Itachi was forced to release all over Madara's smooth skin on his godly features. Sasuke licked it off Madara's face while looking up to his older brother. "It tastes good nii-sama…"

Madara finally had more than his share of pleasure for one day and laid down flat on the bed. "I'm getting too old for this… but that was amazing. Give Hashirama some pointers please. I'm thinking he expects me to break if he is too hard. I want him to do that… oh god that would be great…." Madara sighed at the thought.

Itachi smirked. "I was better than Hashirama?" Trust a seme to zero in on that particular aspect of it. He lay down, pulling Sasuke and Madara both into a cuddle, one arm around each of them. He kissed Sasuke's cheek then did the same with Madara's and smiled, looking like a pimp with his hoes or a shah with his four wives. "I'll be sure to give him some pointers." He rubbed their backs.

Late at night, around midnight Madara still looked up at the ceiling unable to sleep. He sighed and got out of the bed and stole one of Itachi's pairs of boxers and one of his sweatshirt from his dresser. Slipping them on he went down stairs to get a cup of hot tea to hopefully help him sleep.

Music had suddenly began to play and Madara realized it was Itachi's cell phone. He went over and picked it up, "Um, hello? Itachi is sleeping right now… its a bit late, who is this?" "Madara… don't tell me you forgotten me already… I might need to shed a bit more blood to remind you… after all, your favorite color always was ruby red…"

In shock, the dark haired man nearly dropped the phone as tears came to his eyes, "Wh-What do you want, Danzo…" "I want you… I want your sweet body… I want your sparkling tears, my love… I want Uchiha Madara…"

Madara hung up and threw the phone aside and ran up stairs trying to find a place to break down. He went into his old room which still had everything in it and he went out the window to the balcony roof that went over the garage. He sat there and let the tears fall knowing Itachi couldn't wake up to him freaking out and worry about him.

"Madara?" Hashirama called out in a loud whisper. He was standing on the ground by the roof; he'd been on the front porch when he saw Madara climb onto the roof. "Kitten? What's wrong?"

Looking up the teary eyed Uchiha was in shock. "H-Hashi? What are you doing here?! A-And nothing. Its nothing...Now shouldn't you be at home! I told you I'd be back in the morning.

It was dark out but Itachi had turned the security light on before they went to bed plus there was the street lights on as well, giving just enough light to see by. "Mada-chan, you're crying!" Hashirama bouquet bouquet of flowers in his hand. "I couldn't sleep without you next to me. I kept hugging your pillow. So I came over here for a midnight serenade." He explained before putting the bunch of wrapped flowers in his mouth and climbing up the trellis on the side of the garage. It was an old trellis of sturdy wood; it shook under Hashirama's weight but held.

He climbed up to the roof then spat the flowers out. He sat down by Madara and took the shaking raven haired one into his arms. "Kitten, tell me what's wrong." He sat Madara in his lap, and laid the bouquet of roses in Madara's lap.

The raven frowned and put his head on Hashirama's chest, "You are so perfect… Why are you so perfect? My own personal romeo…" Madara closed his eyes before letting out a sigh and calming down a bit. "I-I got a c-call from Danzo… I-I just got… startled was all…" He looked away.

Hashirama clutched Madara close to him, suddenly on alert. "Danzo? What did he say?" He pressed Madara to his chest and looked around, all of the shadows suddenly seeming menacing. How did Danzo know where Madara was, unless he was spying on them? Hashirama was a man who preferred to peace over violence and did not like bloodshed- but for Danzo, he was all too prepared to make an exception.

Worried that he was upsetting Madara, he forced himself to calm down. "Kitten, I won't ever let him hurt you. You're my precious princess. I love you." He rocked Madara slightly in his arms, running his fingers through his hair. "Even when brushed, your hair goes back to being a spikey mess." He rubbed the raven locks against his cheek. "I know you were only going to be gone one night, but I missed you."

"I know that you won't let me or my hair come into harms way." He smiled, "But I also know that you can't protect me constantly, what just happened with Mito is a prime example of couldn't stop her from hurting my heart and Tobirama is quite useless at babysitting me...You know this right?" Madara smiled and elbowed his lover as he pulled up the flowers to take in their scent.

"I always want to protect you, kitten." Hashirama kissed his forehead then sighed and rubbed his cheek against Madara's spikey hair. "Yes, realistically I can't always be there to protect you, but I will do the best I can. Tobirama's useless at babysitting, but he's the best body guard I know. he did a lousy job with Mito but then he's never liked manhandling women." Hashirama snorted. "But I will protect you from Danzo."

Madara snorted, "I'd think he would like to manhandle women, said if I had tits he would steal me from you. I didn't know your brother was bi and changed in front of him. My mistake.." Leaning in Madara kissed Hashirama's cheek. "But I got revenge on you for leaving me to fend off Mito. My revenge came in the form of my nephew… and I think you will find it more like a bribe rather than revenge… I got to feel my nephews fingers inside of me and showing me how a real man makes someone cum. You need to take tips from him. Maybe we can make a video for you to…. study…" Madara growled and licked his cheek.

He wanted to lighten up the situation in the attempt to forget about Danzo.

Hashirama's eyes widened. "What? Was Itachi too rough with you? Did he hurt you?" He checked Madara over, fingers groping Madara's bottom. Yes, Hashirama had been holding back when they had sex because he was afraid, after all Madara had been through, of scaring or hurting him. So he was gentle and kept his happy humping hormones on a leash.

"Hashirama Senju, stop groping me! I'm fineeeee! And I like it rough! He was nearly fisting me, oh god that felt good. Really, please learn from him…. oh god being stretched that much and pounded so hard felt so good!"

Finding no damage, Hashirama then growled out, sounding miffed and jealous, "What's this? Me, take notes from Itachi? I like that!" He added with a put-out snort.

"Itachi wouldn't have the balls to walk through a commune naked, let alone engage in a group orgy with them, like I did back when I lived in the commune. Not even Tobirama's done that. " Hashirama conveniently left out the part of him being stoned on peyote and magic mushrooms, along with the majority of the younger members of the commune. And possibly a few of the older ones, like ones old enough to be grandmas and grandpas.

Hashirama, while checking to see if a rough Itachi had hurt his precious, delicate kitten, found Madara stretched out. "Ah, it's like you're all ready for me to take you home kitten. Hmm...I guess Sasuke would be this stretched out, too. Thats kind of hot, the two of you together like that….and Itachi is rather good looking, for a weasel with a stick up his ass." He paused to steal a kiss on Madara's pink lips. "But if I joined in, then he'd bottom for me as well." He smirked and snickered as well. "Hmmm...a foursome with the Uchihas and one Senju…" It would result in Hashirama and Itachi having a contest on who would be the top seme. Those two would just have to settle for sharing their ukes.

Madara blushed now that Hashirama brought up that he found it hot. "W-We had a threesome and Sasuke and I had a contest with the winner being the one who didn't cum first as Itachi nearly fisted us and moved his hand and mnn those lovely thoughts. I won. Sasuke came first and Itachi slammed his 4 fingers in me and I just came all in Sasuke's hand and he put it inside of himself. Then we had Itachi cum all over my face and let Sasuke lick it off."

"You have to promise me to slam me and fill me up next time. I want cum to fill me even if its my own cum. Put a milker on my cock and feed the white heaven inside of me through a dildo and you can squeeze in too and release it all inside me with it till I'm leaking. That's what my dream sex sounds like. Being fill with cum and getting pleasure from it mnnn.." Madara bit his bottom lip as he thought about the kinky sex.

He had to admit, before Danzo came, you would never have gotten him into sex like that. After a while he started to find ways to like it so he could deal with it more. Danzo had a thing for cumming inside him and having the other guards do the same and would joke about getting him pregnant and rub his stomach.

"Have I gotten you horny yet Romeo?" He snickered and kissed Hashirama's cheek. "I love the flowers… they are beautiful...but really, a mayor climbing up the side of a house to sit on a roof with a mental patient, you are truly pushing the boundaries of your job." Madara laughed more and pulled a twig from Hashirama's hair.

Hashirama shifted Madara in his lap, running his ass over Hashirama's crotch so Madara could feel the erection poking at his bottom. "That answer your question, princess?"

He reached under Madara's shirt and boxers, rubbing Madara's erection with one hand and fingering his loose ass with the other. Hashirama licked Madara's neck and whispered in his ear, "You know what's even crazier than the mayor climbing onto the roof for a mental patient? Having sex on the roof with said mental patient."

Moaning the schizophrenic man leaned into the mayor. "H-Hashi...mnn...I don't think sex anywhere near my nephew even when asleep is a good idea. At least wait for me to get tighten up again. I know you like it when I'm extra tight. Thats why I have been wanting to make sure you don't prepare me all the way. Now mnnn lets not scar our neighbors if they happen to wake up in the middle of the night and look out their window."

Bending in he kissed Hashirama for about 5 minutes straight until Madara was getting uncomfortable at the thought of Danzo could be watching them…"Should we go inside or what?" He muttered into the kiss.

"Kitten, what's really bothering you?" Hashirama shifted Madara around. "When the photographers were there you didn't care much, and now you're so nervous. Come to think of it, you were upset earlier. You didn't tell me what Danzo had said. But I did wonder how he knew where you were...unless he's been following you. Or watching you. Thats it, isn't it?" Hashirama gently took Madara's shoulders and gave him a little shake. "I'm right, aren't I?"

He held Madara protectively and once more gazed at the shadows surrounding them. "Kitten, I'm notifying the police of what happened."

"They haven't done shit yet! Why do they need to know when they don't do anything!" He looked down and sighed, "He just said that he wants me is all… its nothing. Its just chilly out. Now are we going somewhere or not?" Madara grunted.

Looking up at the sky he didn't know whether to pray or to say fuck it and get the hell out of there. Maybe he could convince Hashirama to run away with him…no… he couldn't do that. He had two wonderful nephews that needed to stay here and Hashirama had a good job. He was scared because so far the police have done nothing and Danzo is still out there even with so much evidence…"

"We will get him, kitten. He won't hurt you, ever again." Hashirama hugged Madara close. He'd just finished calling the police. "Danzo's managed to get the charges of assaulting Sasuke and Naruto dropped. But I would like to know why he isn't arrested yet, myself. My team's investigation into the hospital and Danzo is over." Hashirama sighed. "He's done this to me before. I've almost had him arrested in the past for corruption charges but each time he's managed to wriggle loose. But not this time."

Hashirama looked around at the shadows again but saw nothing. He kissed Madara, tilting his head back and thrusting his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply until they were both nearly breathless. Then he pulled back, wiped his mouth then wiped Madara's soft lips. He'd kissed him to send a message to Danzo: "Madara is mine."

Hashirama stood up, holding a hand out and helping Madara up. "Do you want to stay here, princess? Or go back home?"

Madara nodded a bit out of it, "Wh-Whatever you want." He smiled dumbly after he had been struck by the passion of the kiss." He held onto Hashirama tightly. "Lets go home…. We should leave a note for Itachi though so he doesn't flip out in the morning…"

"But that's half the fun of stealing you away in the middle of the night." Hashirama went in through the window then held a hand out and helped Madara in. He brought the hand he held to his mouth, brushing his lips over Madara's knuckles then tugging on Madara's hand, pulling him up against his body and stealing yet another passionate kiss. He then lowered their hands, entwining his long fingers around Madara's dainty hand. He wrote a note to Itachi and he and Madara both signed it. Then Hashirama packed Madara's bag for him and hefted it over his shoulder.

Once outside, Hashirama pulled Madara close to him to make him feel safe during the walk to the curb where Hashirama had parked. On the window was a note. Hashirama frowned and plucked it from under the windshield wiper. It was written on a piece of torn paper, in some red fluid, "Give me back what is mine. Or face the consequences. I'm through with playing around."

Hashirama nearly snarled and crumpled the note in his hand. He would have thrown it on the ground but he hated littering. He crumpled it and looked to Madara to see if he saw what was written. "I'll keep you safe, kitten. Always."

Madara raised an eyebrow, "Did you get a parking ticket?" He wrapped his arms around Hashirama's waist.

He jumped in the drivers seat with a grin "Teach me how to drive again. Let me sit in your lap and steer!" Madara winked not knowing what was on the note.

Hashirama breathed a sigh of relief and shoved the crumpled ball into his pocket. "Just some drunken idiot's rambling note. Nothing to worry about, princess." Hashirama tossed Madara's overnight back onto the back seat then slid in behind Madara. "When we get closer to home." He promised and made Madara slide into the passenger seat.

Soon as they were on the road to the house, Hashirama pulled over and let Madara slide in his lap.

Madara grinned and kissed hashirama as a thank you. He nuzzled him and started to steer and laughed. "I forgot how fun this was!" he steered into the driveway and the butler who opened the gate for them saw who was driving and laughed knowing they made up.

Hashirama smiled when Madara kissed him. Madara didn't exactly have a license anymore; it needed renewed which was why he'd waited 'till they were closer to home. He hugged Madara from behind. "Would you like lessons, kitten?"

"We could get your license renewed, and get you your own car, if you'd like." Of course, Hashirama was thinking, car wise, in terms of safety and made a mental note to research which of the latest vehicles ranked the highest in safety tests. He also planned on having either the maid or the butler accompany Madara on any outings he went on "by himself" so Madara wouldn't be by himself, just in case something happened to him.

The somewhat overprotective mayor got Madara's bag out of the parked car then held out a gentlemanly hand and helped Madara up. The butler was waiting and took Madara's bag. "Good to have you back, miss." He said with a wink to Madara. When the butler had first been hired, after passing a rigorous interview via Hashirama, who after the incident with the pool was being very cautious- after all, this was someone he was hiring mainly to look after his precious spikey hissy adorable kitten. The butler, upon first meeting Madara, had mistaken Madara for a female

"Thank you sir." Madara rolled his eyes and gave the older man a hug turning to hashirama he gave him a kiss to him. He was surely going to get a little revenge on Tobirama for not stopping Mito tonight.

Hashirama swept Madara up into his arms and carried him over the threshold of the house. "Just like a bride." He whispered into Madara's ear, making him blush. He then carried Madara upstairs, laying him gently on the bed and slowly undressed him, kissing each inch of skin he uncovered. He pulled down Madara's pants to reveal-

"Oh yes. Oh yeeeess. My darling, how I've missed you so! Come to daddy!" Hashirama's eyes gleamed in delight. He bent his head down and kissed Madara's tiny lacy black panties. He then kissed his way up Madara's stomach to his soft pink lips and proceeded to make love to him.

Chai: Well, you all know what happens next ;) so we're gonna wrap this chapter up. Mada's preoccupied right now with yaoi and tentacles.

Mada: *Drooling…* er-geweglh-ewlgkhjwerg-egewkl *Mumble incomprehensible words while in love with yaoi.*

Chai: Tentacles doth a happy uke make