This is an intense Hashirama/Madara pairing story. It is an mpreg story too! There are some Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics but this is not an omegaverse story, Madara is the only one with limited childbearing capabilities. Both Hashirama and Izuna will be the Alphas in their relationships, Madara will be a natural Beta but Tobirama will be somewhat forced to adapt to his Beta status. Tobirama is misguided, almost hateful to start with so there will be a period when Hashirama beats him into submission (I will label these scenes as best I can!). Hashirama will show more of his darker nature. There are explicit sexual scenes which I will likely not post on here, but can be accessed on Archive Of Our Own with the same name. Smut in between character interactions will have to stay otherwise it will ruin the tone of the story. This site still however remains the place to get more exposure.
Madara's POV
There's something enchanting about walking through the village at night-time, I should know. It is the time when I am not required to face blubbering idiots who quake in fear at facing the great Madara Uchiha. On the battlefield, I used to love that mantle that others had granted me. Now that we all lived together it had developed into full-on paranoia. Tobirama Senju's mania against me was the worst. Oh that kid, he hates my very guts. He was the one whose unjust fear of our Sharingan was now causing my clan pain, so much pain. Tobirama's obsession from me not becoming Hokage turned into none of my clansmen ever gaining that privilege either. That fucker sure went about things fast too. In the two years of the village's existence, my clan has gone from one of the founding clans to the dummies the Senjus liked to hunt down. The only reprieve we got was Tobirama shoving us all to the edge of the village. That kid Tobirama, he's not as powerful as me, not by a long shot. He only has power because Hashirama Senju is his older brother.
Suddenly I felt a soft jab thrumming against the inside of my stomach.
"Hush now, baby not now. Go back to sleep. Your mama has a very difficult task to do tonight. But he must do it…to…to…to keep you safe from those damn Senju bastards." I looked down at my flat stomach as I stroked it. The movement soon stopped as I felt my baby turning deep inside. I would have to be extra careful tonight to not let Hashirama get handsy with me. He cannot know the real reason I have to break up with him. I cannot even give him the slightest opportunity for him to recognise his chakra growing in my gut.
I suppose in some ways with the village being this quiet I could have spared my chakra, I could have gone without the genjutsu. But then now at six months if I did run into anyone, I could not insist that I had simply put on a lot of weight. The men in this village might accept it but their wives', oh they would recognise my condition from a single glance.
The village, this was the place where children could grow up without death claiming them too soon. It was also a system where all clans would have a chance to succeed, well that was if you did not have the last name of Uchiha. Damn you Tobirama, damn you. You are the reason I have to do this now. Father always fought for my right to keep my lady parts and now I cannot even share the good news with Hashirama. I have to leave him instead. I am sure that you would find a way to rip this child from my arms once born. You would find a way to brand me as a freak first, then you would take my child. Not even your wretched elders can argue that a child born of an Uchiha egg and the seed of a Mokuton user would not be powerful.
I stop walking soon after that. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had made it to the Hokage tower. This building is still do spanking new. Oh, spanking…maybe I should have worn fewer clothes. I am suddenly feeling all hot and flustered. I better ask Hashi if he can relieve that itch for me. Yes, I will do that as soon as I get in through this door, up those stairs and outside the door to his office.
"Mada-chan, is that you?" Hearing his voice brought my hand to my mouth as a let out a silent gasp. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You can't have asked for a spanking that would squish the baby, the baby is important, the most important. I cannot have him touching me again. He cannot know my secret because he would not be able to keep his mouth shut. He would probably make a whole festival about it. No, no, no I need to become the evil Madara Uchiha. I would need to make sure that Hashirama Senju can never sneak up on me again.
"Madara!" Wait for what, the door swings open as I go stumbling back onto my butt. Breathe Madara you need to breathe, you need to get up before Hashirama sees you on the floor.
"Madara!" Wait why is Hashirama kneeling on the floor? He's got his hands on my shoulders. Oh, kami, his scent of wood and sweet dumplings and cinnamon. I want him, I need him, I need him to stop my heart feeling like it's going to sink from sadness.
Then I feel something turning in my stomach. The baby, the baby. You need to be strong Madara. You cannot let Hashirama sweet talk you into anything. And you must not let him touch your stomach. Then I feel an arm sliding under my neck and then under my legs as I realise someone is lifting me bridal style. I look up to see his beautiful brown eyes staring right into my soul. They grip me whole, they make me feel safe until tears begin to escape down the sides of my eyes.
"Oh Madara, Madara it's okay, I'm here, I'm here, you know that I can heal anything on your body and in your heart." I heard Hashirama's sing-song voice resonating into my voice as he nuzzled close. I bury face into his chest as my fear tears begin to increase. He starts to move until I feel him placing me on a hard surface, his desk. Is he going to suck me off like the last time I descended into tears a few months ago? To this day Hashirama has no clue that those tears were happy tears when I had learnt that I was carrying his child. Thanks, Tobirama for making that all going to shit.
Then comes the familiar warmth as I feel Hashirama's monstrous hands caressing my arms and legs. I know what he's doing, he waiting for my reaction to see when I winch. Come on Madara you have got to keep you cool and end this, no matter if Hashirama's second title could be the god of sex. Yes, even I can admit that. In the beginning, father worried that Hashirama had forced his way onto me. But after one long make-out session with him, any form of rape at his hands would only become hot sex, very, very hot sex. Things would have been so much easier now if he had grown bored of me already.
"Oh, kami!" I cry out as I feel Hashirama's hand brushing against my painfully erect cock. Oh that, I had forgotten about that. I had been hard ever since the second month of my pregnancy. Women always talked about being horny, and Hashirama has been more than ecstatic to placate my wanton desires. But then Hashirama has always paid attention to my magic wand, even if it was his instrument of love carrying me over the edge. Yes, he's sliding the trousers of my body now. I know I said that he cannot touch me, but it's not like he is near enough to my stomach yet. I'm still safe for him to giving me one last suck off, you better make it one that I can never forget Hashirama. Damn you Tobirama for putting me in this situation!
"Oh my poor Madara, you are in pain. Don't worry your Hashirama will make you feel all better soon. I promise." I heard how Hashirama's voice was still so incredibly chirpy. He would be able to handle this breakup, right? I would not be the one to break the god of shinobi, would I? Nah, I'm sure that you would be able to keep Hashirama in line Tobirama.
Oh yes, that's the stuff. just keep on massaging my cock like that Hashirama. You have the hands of a master and I would only ever let you touch me. Yes keep on tugging and pulling, the heat is coming, and then comes the wild kick again. You are getting excited my baby, your daddy does need to give the more excellent handjob. Three…keep calm now, two…here comes the shaking, one…
"Ah, Hashirama!" I shout as the pent up pressure sprayed out of my penis. I open my eyes, using my arms to push myself up. It's getting harder now with you in there, my baby. You are getting so lively now, that this can only be the last time. You should see that pouty look on your daddy's face. If you are anything like that baby then how will I even be able to cope with you?
"You're still hard Madara. I am starting to think I might have to ask you to move in with me to take care of you every night." I hear Hashirama say.
"Do not be so stupid Hashirama. I stand by my clan." Plus I am not going to go among the Senju elders where they could catch wind of my situation. They would likely only kick me out once they have ripped my babe from my arms at birth. I already know that I had to choose between my baby or Hashirama. But then Hashirama is also married, so I can never really have him. You made sure to tie your brother down Tobirama. What you don't realise that even Mito knows she was getting drily humped by Hashirama who gets repulsed when lying with the opposite sex. Talk about the most painful conception ever.
"Well, then I'm going to have to up the stakes aren't I, Mada-chan? Here I come." Seconds later I felt Hashirama's hot mouth swallowing my member whole.
"Oh fuck!" and there I go seeing stars no matter which part of the dark ceiling I tried to make out. That dizzying feeling does not go away though as Hashirama starts bobbing his head up and down as I dig my nails into his desk. That's right Tobirama, I'm leaving more scratch marks on this precious desk of yours. Hashirama and I both know that you only drown yourself in paperwork become neither man nor woman would want to fuck with you. That's probably why you have always gone out of your way to break me and Hashirama up. You hated it when Hashirama and I were screaming each other names to the stars when I was sixteen just as much as defiling this desk. You pervert, you always liked to watch us. Oh, you are going to be so happy now that I am going to have to break Hashirama's heart. You have always wanted us demon red-eyed Uchiha out of your way to gain absolute power.
Hashirama's bobbing then turns into sucking, sucking and more sucking. My body starts trembling, then shaking as I thrust my head to cry out: "HASHIRAMA!". I then come hard so hard that I feel my essence dripping down the table. Yes, that's right Tobirama, you are going to have to clean my cum off the floor in the morning. But then I will not have to deal with any of your dagger eyes anymore. I am walking away from Hashirama to protect my baby from you!
I turned my head to my side to see Hashirama licking his lips looking every so hungry. His hands are soon on his trousers pulling them down as I see the tent threatening to break out of his pants. When he pulls them off as well my hands move to my stomach. Oh no, no, no, snap out of it Madara. You cannot take more of his essence no matter how desperately your baby needs it. Hashirama is so energetic you would never be able to keep up the chakra levels to hold the genjutsu. Plus he always leaves chakra enhanced love bites everywhere on your body. He does that to claim you and also make sure you are not hiding anything under a genjutsu. He knows that you are too proud to go to him with your physical wounds unless he discovers them first.
Hashirama then climbs on top of me, his cock brushing against my stomach. Seconds later I did something that I have never done, not even the first time that Hashirama beguiled me on the battlefield. I lifted my knee to block him from coming any closer. I saw his eyes widening surprised in the moonlight.
"Madara, what…what are you doing?" For the first time, I made Hashirama's sing-song voice turn into a stutter? Oh no, how can I go through with this?
"No Hashirama." Ok kami, Hashirama must hear the shakiness in my voice.
Hashirama was still pressing against my knee looking at me confused. He was then looking at my stomach. Is he…is he going to see through the genjutsu? Oh is it because I am stroking my…oh. My baby I need to stop doing that, Hashirama is watching for signs now. Everything thinks that Hashirama is an energetic doofus with Tobirama running things behind the scenes. The problem with Hashirama is that his heart is too big and he cannot say no to people he loves. And I do not think that he would be able to choose between our baby and his brother.
"You have never pushed me away." I recognised hints of panic in Hashirama's voice.
"Well, I have never had a reason to before," I say through gritted teeth.
Hashirama pulled away and got onto his knees. That beautiful fucker was taller than me so he easily reached the level of my penis. Chances are that he can still just as easily keep me and my cock hostage here on his desk. That was the least he could do, there was also that magnificent chakra of his. It was a manifestation of his will, and it was beginning to leak out. Damn you Hashirama, don't do that now, please I am begging you. You know I am a sensor, and you are doing this to paralyse me, to make my lips move. But this baby is important, more important than you.
"Hashirama, stop it!" By now I am pulling myself off the table putting one foot on the ground and then the other. I spy out my trousers and my pants. I grip the desk as I crouch down to grab those two garments. Pulling them back on does not go quite as swiftly as Hashirama had pulled them off. Hashirama, he's still there on his knees…now shuffling towards me. He watches me, eyes furrowed as I get dressed. Seconds later he is looking at my stomach and that is when I flash my sharingan to sprint towards the door. Hashirama already anticipated that though as he lunges forward to wrap his arms around my legs.
"Let go of me Hashirama!" I snap.
"Not until you let me see what's wrong with your stomach." Hashirama's voice was starting to become deathly calm like it was either his way or else.
I placed my hands onto Hashirama as I gathered the slightest bit of chakra I could. I could not afford for that genjutsu to fall, I will keep you, safe baby, Mama promises. I then loosen up, then wait for Hashirama to settle his chakra as his arms become lax. Yes, now is my chance, I am so sorry for doing this Hashirama. My hands find themselves on his shoulders as I push him back with all my might. I did so with such force that I made him stumble back onto his butt, I was the one who hurt him. But I am doing this for you, my baby, if I have to choose between him and you, I will always choose you.
"Madara…!" Hashirama yelled.
I then knew what I had to do. My eyes hardened as I let my evil Madara Uchiha facade shine bright on my face. It was the same face that made the kids go running. It was probably the reason why they choose Hashirama over me, he can smile through any situation. You fucker better smile through this too, or else I might become Mr Overemotional like Izuna keeps calling me.
"Madara," Hashirama warned me in a hard tone. "You know that does not work on me."
I narrowed my eyes even more. "Oh but it works when Tobirama does it."
Hashirama wrinkled his nose at that. "The village is only two years old. It's the first time that so many clans are living together in one place. Tobirama is only taking precautions."
Taking precautions? Taking precautions! How dare he say that?
"How dare you? Do you know what your beloved brother has done to my clan? He pushed we Uchiha to the outskirts of the village so that our evil red eyes would not contaminate the perfect Senju paradise. But we both know that Tobirama has only gone that far to break us up…" I knew I was beginning to ramble.
"Come on Madara I have always taken care of you. Tobirama has never come between us before, he shouldn't…" Hashirama began to tell me.
"Well, that's before he made it a choice between you and my clan." I snapped knowing full well that it's you, my baby, you are the one I must protect from Senju claws.
"Madara, I have never forced you to make that sort of decision." Hashirama's tone was becoming much darker now. Fool, I am Madara Uchiha, do you think that you can scare me. Do you think you are going to turn me into a blubbering mess, begging for your cock? No matter I am at the door now, dressed whilst he is half-naked. It is not like he is going to run after me with that ten-inch cock of…damn it, my face is going red, isn't it?
But before I could open the door to slip through it, he slammed it shut.
"Damn it, Hashirama are you planning on snapping my fingers off?" I demanded.
Now Hashirama was glowering at me as his purple chakra was beginning to rise to the surface. He was making my knees tremble. I had to grip the frame of the door to stop myself falling. Oh hello, baby, I feel you, you do love dancing around in Mummy's tummy do you not?. Thank kami, that my genjutsu is also hiding your chakra spikes baby. If only things were different. If only I could have Hashirama to see you coming into this world baby. But I cannot do that, Tobirama and the Senju elders would drool if they felt your great power emanating from my stomach.
"You're…you're not leaving me. You're not…you're not…YOU'RE NOT!" Hashirama began ranting. Now comes my chance as I push open the door running, waddling down those stairs. I hear Hashirama howling after me. "Madara! Madara! MADARA! You know you can't live without me!"
My arms swing left to right, left to right as I try to build momentum. Hashirama's arms soon wrap themselves around me as his hands begin to crawl all over my stomach. I feel my chakra starting to drain as my flat stomach begins to flicker to my much rounder version. I yank myself away before Hashirama can break the full genjutsu.
I turn back to see him staring at my eyes glistening as large tears started to run down his cheeks.
"You're hiding something from me." Of course, I am, but you can never know that!
"So what if I am?!" I snap.
"Madara, I can fix everything. Please tell me what it is. I…I love you." I watched Hashirama's shoulders start to heave as his cries start to transform into full-blown sobs.
"Do you Hashirama, do you?" I was so glad at that point that only the moon lit up the streets. I would not want some unsuspecting youngling catching sight of the monster that was little Hashirama.
"Yes, Madara, of course, I do," And there he went trying to grab onto me again as I made sure to step back.
"Then if I asked you to chose between me and Tobirama, who would you choose?" Yes, I asked him the question. I am so bad at this whole break up thing. I thought a nice blow job would help ease any tension, Hashirama did always like to please. I am trying to show you that what Tobirama did was wrong, you only brush it off. You only react when I walk out but you are probably just horny. You do not love me enough to choose me and…and our baby.
"Madara…you can't..you can't make me make that choice. You know how much our little brothers mean to us." I heard Hashirama begin to bluster.
"Well, then you have made your choice, haven't you. Goodbye Hashirama." I said as I turn my back to walk away. Hashirama, of course, follows me, weeping to not leave him, shouting that he will never let me go and then cooing about the past we shared. I ignore all of it, my hands stroking you, my baby. You're the one important now.
"MADARA, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!" Fool Hashirama, you might have power but you do not have the brains to use it. I will make sure that you are different, my baby. You will grow up great, powerful and free no matter what Tobirama does to us Uchiha. This I promise you even as tears of blood run down the sides of my cheeks.
There were two places that Hashirama did not follow me to without permission, the Uchiha district and Mito's house. Poor, poor Mito, the Senju elders had her brought to the leaf village to tie her to Hashirama. They ignored it when Hashirama refused to meet his bride to be. They only laughed when Hashirama would not speak his vows. They did goad him into humping Mito though for fear that the Uzumaki clan would lay siege on their village for refusing his duty to his new wife. Most thought that Mito was so raving harpy who had failed to gain her husband's affections. I knew that Hashirama only had eyes for me, and Mito eventually figured that out too.
Mito's house was a modest little cottage on the edge of the Senju compound. Tucked away in a back street, most would not stumble upon it unless that was their intention all along. I was one of those rare people who comes to visit this vibrant woman. Hashirama stirred clear of her leaving Tobirama to care for her needs. The Senju elders no longer care because she has fulfilled her contract, she is carrying Hashirama's child. Now she would learn that we had another thing in common as I land three sharp knocks on her front door. She opens it as she always does, with one dramatic swing.
"Madara!" she cried in happiness as she came waddling towards me wrapping me in a big hug. Sometimes I think she should be more dainty in her actions, as her seven-month-pregnant stomach pushes up against me.
She then looks at me, eyes no doubt widening from the red streaks down my cheeks. I give her an answer before she can badger me. "I…I left Hashirama."
Mito looked up at me, then hugged me tight looking left and right before pulling me into her house to slam the door. She then pulled me to the door to the left and plopped me onto one of the kitchen chairs. It was then that her freakout happened.
"What…what do you mean that you left Hashirama? A pair like you can't simply break up! Hashirama adores you, he would die without you…" Mito began her rant.
"Oh come on Mito, Hashirama would not die from such a little thing. He is not known as the god of shinobi for nothing." I tutted at her.
Mito's Uzumaki brethren expect her to act composed at all times. They expect her to temper her happiness exactly like her sadness. They expected her to wear a mask. But we were too close for Mito to uphold such formalities with me. Anger was the emotion that escaped her though. "Hashirama would not die for such a little thing. How could you be so heartless Madara? I can't believe you are about to adopt that big bad Madara Uchiha mantle that the others in this village call you behind your back."
Mito's eyes were now widening so much as if to promise pain, a lot of pain. My hand immediately went to protect my stomach, my baby, from this new threat. Of course, Mito notices my actions. The anger in her irises turning to confusion, inquiry and then curiosity. Then the inevitable question came. "Why do you have a genjutsu around your stomach?"
I felt my lips curling, of course, she would notice.
"I could not have Hashirama seeing," I answered expecting no debate. I was not so fortunate.
Mito shot up from the kitchen chair glaring right down at me. Ridiculous woman, I should have never accepted you as a friend. I only did that because I could see how alone you were. I could not believe that the Senju clan elders would force you into a marriage with Hashirama. The poor fool will have to find something else to hold his world together now.
Mito is now standing over me, hovering over me with her hands getting ready to touch…no, no one touches my baby. I must protect my baby. My father died for the right for me to have you, baby. But Mito's gaze suggests that she will not let up. So I put my hands onto my stomach, taking deep breaths allowing the chakra around my stomach to disperse. I feel almost a wash of relief when my near colossal size is on view. It's the one that makes my heart flutter. It made the woman of my clan coo and coo. It makes the men bow to me in admiration at my strength. It makes my clan elders' squeal, well the ones still left after my father removed those opposed to my unique physiology.
"Ma…Ma…Madara, you're…how are you?…how?…how? how?" I heard Mito stuttering.
"I'm pregnant," I told her getting right to the point.
Mito then sat back down on her chair pulling it towards me. I could not deduce what her plan was until she had her bulge pressing up against mine. Her hands then slipped to touch my stomach as I touched hers. Her baby's kick was a smooth stroke. My baby gave her such a kick that she yelped. "You…you…you are pregnant. But how are you pregnant, you're a man."
I wriggled my nose. Oh yes, I was a man because of that piece of flesh between my legs. That was all that the elders had cared about. That was why when I was sixteen they tried to have my womb removed. My father went ballistic. He and mother, they had kept it a secret that I had had irregular bleeding until I reached maturity. That was when my testosterone drowned out my otherwise more female attributes.
"I was more female than male up until puberty," I admitted to Mito.
Mito's eyes went wide until she started laughing, laughing and more laughing. She ran her stomach on her swollen stomach as she said. "So the Senju elders did not need me after all. You could have easily given Hashirama his heir."
With the way, Mito was rambling it was almost like she was about to give Hashirama a run for his money. I had thought she had learnt to stop being so hyper idealist when she arrived in this village a year ago. I had embraced her to feel that she could hang onto someone when everyone else saw her an outsider. Breathe Madara, breathe and make her understand. If there is anyone that might squeal, it's her.
"Oh, sure the Senju elders would be eager to get their hands on my baby. They would love to control a child with Uchiha and Senju blood. They would also love to rip the only child I will likely have right out of my arms too." I say adopting the dark menacing tone of the 'evil Madara Uchiha'.
Yes, that got Mito to plop back onto her seat. I sit watching as her teeth ground together as even her light red aura starts to spike. Her body too begins to shake, in rage by the looks of it. "Tobirama, that, that bastard. He does not understand what true love is. He wants his brother to share his views but Hashirama doesn't. Anyone with two eyes can see that this village was built on the foundation of the love you and Hashirama share. It's no wonder that a child came from your union." Mito began to ramble once again.
"MITO! MITO! OPEN THE DOOR! I KNOW YOU ARE HARBOURING MY MADARA IN THERE!" boomed the voice of none other than my Hashirama.
I rose from my seat swaying a little as I do so.
Mito looked at me. "Wait, he's coming here. Hashirama never comes here."
My hands wrap around my stomach. It's okay my baby, everyone will be okay. Mama will protect you. Even if I have to keep you hidden away in the Uchiha compound. Tobirama might make us piss ant poor, but I will love you baby, and one day, one-day Hashirama might learn to choose us rather than his brother.
Mito's hands then flew onto my shoulder as she whispered into my ear. "Wait I thought you said that you broke up with Hashirama."
"I did," I assured her.
"But you didn't have your heart in it, did you?" Mito was now standing beside me gazing at me.
A few tears escaped my eyes. "Of course I did not. I had to leave it to the last minute, so that my baby, so that my baby could…could…"
Mito's eyes widened. "You…you might die at the end of all this, mightn't you?"
Mito then wrapped her hands around my stomach. "Please Madara, please go to Hashirama. He will protect you, don't die."
I pulled away from her spying the kitchen door. "I will protect my baby from Tobirama."
"MADARA, I CAN SENSE YOU IN THERE. COME OUT AND TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I heard Hashirama starting to bang on the door now.
"Madara, please. Think of your baby. What chance does your baby have of surviving without Hashirama? He has power akin to the Sage of Six Paths. He creates life, he was the only who could have been the father of your baby, am I right?!" Mito was starting to shout.
"Mito stop it! Stop it before he hears you!" I hiss.
Hashirama's banging then came with one loud crash. I waddled towards the back kitchen door pulling it open. Mito was looking at me with tears in her eyes.
"And what are the chances of survival of your baby? Forty per cent, thirty, twenty, ten?" Mito asked.
"HASHIRAMA, HURRY BEFORE HE GETS AWAY!" Mito cried.
My eyes widen. "You…you…"
Mito narrowed her eyes. "I will not let you die, Madara. But it's up to you to tell Hashirama about your bundle of joy."
Mito was right but I also knew that Hashirama would not dare to enter the Uchiha compound without invitation. Tobirama Senju would not want to risk the wrath of the other clans by encroaching on the Uchiha district. If the Senju clan did that, it would not be long until the other clans rose against the growing Senju dictatorship. That was something that Tobirama would want to avoid at all costs I am sure.
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