Caught
By Bashfulglowfly
I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
Tobirama raised an eyebrow and waited until the blaring music stopped. "Don't you have a high opinion of yourself."
Madara's face turned bright red. "Shut up!" he snarled.
Tobirama turned away to ensure Madara couldn't read even the slightest expression on his face.
This had been his most complicated prank on Madara. Figuring out how to get that snippet of song to play every time Madara walked through any doorway had taken a few weeks of testing until he'd gotten it just right. He just hoped that it wasn't so complicated that he left a signature that Madara would recognize.
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Tobirama woke to a man on top of him and a hand at his throat.
Well, it had to happen sooner or later.
He didn't move. But waited for the man on top of him to say something.
"You…you…albino bastard!" Madara hissed.
"My parents were married, thank you very much."
"You know what I mean!" came the quiet screech.
Tobirama really had to admire how Madara was able to screech but keep it quiet enough that the rest of the house, namely Hashirama and Mito, wouldn't be disturbed. "I don't know what you mean." He lied.
The hand on his throat tightened just slightly. Tobirama tried to hide the excitement in his eyes, but Madara noticed right away and the hand loosened. Madara saw his disappointment. "Pervert." He purred into Tobirama's ear. "And there was Hashirama swearing that the hair color, the body color, the farts, the goddamned Inuzuka's dogs humping my legs and everything else that happened to me couldn't have possibly been done by you because they were too simple. Too juvenile. Was he in on it?"
Tobirama rolled his eyes. "And how often is he able to keep a secret?"
Madara considered that briefly. "True. So why did you do it?"
Tobirama looked at him steadily.
It was Madara's turn to roll his eyes. "Why didn't you just pull my hair and dip my pigtails in ink?"
"That wouldn't have been half as interesting." Tobirama smiled at the other man then undulated his body beneath Madara's.
The hand on his throat tightened. "I should fuck you into this mattress."
The red eyes gleamed. "Promises. Promises." Breathed Tobirama.
Madara accepted the challenge.
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The door to Tobirama's bedroom slammed open at the break of dawn. Hashirama bounded in. "Tobi! I have an idea! We should…"
Tobirama blearily looked over Madara's shoulder. "Brother, how many times have I told you to knock."
Madara's eyes shot open as the immense killing intent filled the room. He focused in at Hashirama scowling fiercely at him. "Uh…"
Hashirama growled. "Madara…how…how…dare you violate my sweet, pure, innocent little brother LIKE THAT!"
Madara's mind raced for a second and settled on RUN! But he did pause long enough to give a hard kiss to Tobirama's lips. "We'll talk later!"
With that he jumped off the bed and through the open window.
Hashirama was close behind screaming incoherently.
"Nice ass. No wonder you wanted to tap it." Tobirama's gaze turned to Mito who stood in the doorway. She took a sip of tea and raised an elegant eyebrow. "'Sweet, pure, innocent." Mito's snort was ladylike as she turned and walked away. "How little my husband knows his own brother," drifted back to him.
Tobirama grinned. He stretched and got out of bed. He needed a bath, but it was going to have to wait if he wanted to continue to have Madara's very nice ass and the rest of the other man in his bed.
Author's Note: I do not own "I'm too sexy" by Right Said Fred