Honeymoon Period: Madara is back in the city for a month, work for the party (Konoha) has started, but this chapter is about what Hashirama and Madara do when they aren't working. Fluff, fluff, fluff!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters.

"Hey Madara!"

"Mmmm?"

"Why didn't you use my hair conditioner?"

"I don't want to use your conditioner. I'll end up smelling like a fruit salad."

"But it makes your hair silky! And it's easier to brush now."

"You sound like a girl-" Madara tossed his hair back in an exaggeratedly feminine manner and batted his eyelashes, "Oh! My hair's so silky! So smooth! Look, the brush just slips through... What are you looking at?" He stopped abruptly when he noticed Hashirama eyeing him with a 'hungry' expression.

"You shouldn't have done that, Madara." The next second, he grabbed Madara by his hair and pulled him onto the bed, over him. After a heated kiss, he whispered, "You're going to smell like fruit salad anyway."

"Let's eat here!" Madara directed Hashirama to a small stall by the junction.

"Street food? Cold street food?"

"Don't act like a snob! Besides, if something happens, you'll save me- won't you doctor?"

"I'm not a doctor! However, I have seen so many people get admitted because of food poisoning- it can be fatal!"

"See- they have hot stuff too!"

"Please Madara, I'll take you somewhere real nice."

"I am eating here! I've had it with your stupid restaurants with names I can't even pronounce!"

"Madara, nooo! I don't want my love to die of gastroenteritis!" Hashirama clutched at Madara's arm, tears streaming down the side of his face.

"Hashirama, don't cry in public! People are looking! Alright, alright- let's go to your stupid restaurant."

"Thank you, honey." Hashirama's wailing ceased instantly.

"Don't honey me, you sly bastard."

"I am so going to win this." Hashirama promised while he check his laces.

"Hn. You only win when you pretend to sprain your ankle or somthing- I am not falling for your nonsense!"

After running for almost an hour in the local park, they both were picking up speed for the final stretch. Madara was leading, only slightly.

"Madara! Snake!" Hashirama shrieked, screeching to a halt. *[1]

"Nice try Hashi- oh God!" Madara nearly toppled over as he tried to avoid stepping on the brown thing slithering across the track. "Phew, it's just a rat snake."

"That's a cobra! Get back!"

"No, it's not, see-" Madara was about to gently prod it out of the way with a stick when it turned, raising a spectacled hood. Madara cursed loudly and fell back into Hashirama's arms.

"Oh god, oh god... You nearly got bitten by a cobra! I love you, Madara! I am sorry if I've not shown it- I'd never date anyone after you-"

"Shut up! I think I'm going to faint..."

"Hashirama! Did you fire my assistant again?"

"Yes, I did." Hashirama announced proudly.

"Why?"

"She was flirting with you."

"She was?"

"She asked you the time when there's a huge clock in the office!"

"Hashirama, I need an assistant. This is the third one you've fired."

Hashirama cosied up to the smaller man, "You're so capable, you don't need an assistant."

"Yeah, you're right... Then I will need to cut down on 'break time', don't you think."

At that, Hashirama immediately withdrew, 'break time' was a code for their office make out sessions. "You are mean; you know that, right?"

"Hn."

Note: Aaaah, HashiMada fluff! A little OOC maybe? What do you think?

*[1]- Snakes in a jogging park? It's not impossible, I almost ran over one- a cobra, that too!