"Hashirama what do you want from me?"
Hashirama rummaged around his desk and picked up a scroll and slammed it down in front of Madara. "This."
"What is this?" Madara asked picking up the scroll.
"An assassination mission, fit for only you. This disgusting creature, has been kept around for so long because of the war. I trust carrying it out will bring you great pleasure. Remember discretion is the key, I don't want the fight spilling out into the streets."
"A smile appeared on Madara's face as he read the name of the person to be assassinated. It had been a long time coming. According to the mission report he was a known degenerate with a particular appetite for Uchiha's. That was news to him.
Hashirama outstretched his hand. "This is a new beginning. As Hokage I look forward to going on this journey with you Madara."
"Likewise my friend, this is a very magnanimous gesture. I hope you don't have second thoughts after I send the bastard to the grave." He shook Hashirama's hand with enthusiasm.
"I will not, this has been a long time coming. What better way to celebrate my inauguration as Hokage. This should open up the path for you to succeed me. After all this village was our conception and no one should take away your share of the glory. My wife Mito would like to share with you some kunoichi tips for this one." Hashirama clapped his hands "Mito, it's time!"
Out she came, with a few props in her hand. - Some rusty looking knives.
He knew this was going to be fun.
After Mito's exhibition he stepped out into the glorious sunset. It felt like a metaphor for what was about to happen. The ray's felt warmer than usual. Of course, Madara's delight was rudely interrupted by the site of the Hokage's brother walking his direction. That would ruin anyone's day, especially his.
He wondered if he could have some fun with him. Fun with Tobirama, that was an oxymoron. Eventually... revenge was going to be sweet, in the not so distant future.
"Madara, let us have a drink at my brother's festival later."
"Sure." He replied absent thought. Then it struck at him what an opportunity it would be. He went back to his new house, allowing all his excitement to bubble out of his body. He was so excited, he didn't notice how lonely the large residence was, this time. Usually it was all consuming and suffocated the poor Uchiha.
He decided to fetch his ceremonial armor for the festival. He didn't need something that would protect him, just something that made him look cool. Who was he kidding? He was Madara Uchiha, he looked cool in everything. He found it in some box alongside a bunch of random stuff. He put it on. "I'm so hot.." He said looking in the mirror after he was done. It felt a little tight, obviously he had been slacking in his training. He hoped killing this guy would shed him of the excess weight. Following Mito's advice he grabbed a rusty dagger from the weapons shed. He couldn't help but grin thinking about what he would do with it. That rusty hunk of junk would accompany his main sword which would probably not get drawn.
To the festival it was. The night was beautiful, the stars twinkled seemingly at him. The noises got a louder as he drew closer to the location, outside the village walls. He was surrounded by filthy Senju children running around making annoying noises, it felt beneath him to share the village with the likes of such creatures. It appeared he was late, the great Hokage was already sworn in. People chanted his name like it was a religious ceremony and Hashirama was their god.
"It's good to see you." Hashirama greeted.
"Likewise, my god." Madara said mockingly.
"My brother was looking for you, about an hour ago. I was afraid, you weren't going to show up."
"And miss my best friend being deified?"
"You did miss that." Hashirama flashed him a sad puppy face.
Madara patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry old friend. I'm going to do it tonight. I even brought the rusty dagger like Mito suggested.
"You know I don't want to hear about that, Sounds so gruesome. You would really taint this sacred night by spilling blood?"
"My friend, you were the one who said this would be a celebration. I'm looking to celebrate. Where did you say your brother was?"
"I didn't, he's by that red tent in the distance drinking too much wine."
"Excellent!" Madara announced, making a beeline towards said tent.
He saw the miserable looking Senju, sitting alone drinking wine. "It took you long enough, Madara." Tobirama got up and hugged him. It made him feel awfully uncomfortable. "Another for my friend here." Tobirama gestured to the lone staff member.
"Right, be quick about it." Madara echoed. He really didn't know how to be around Tobirama. The sooner the wine got to him, the happier he would be.
"Ignore him, take your time." Tobirama said to the staff member.
He was just trying to frustrate him. Well, it was working. The man's presence was intolerable sober. "Any new missions Madara?"
"One. I have to say it's quite exciting."
"Quite exciting, in what way?"
"Quite exciting in the way I can't tell you."
"Come on give me a clue." Tobirama stared at him directly, in a way that had to be answered.
"Someone must die. I'm more than happy to make it happen, I never liked them."
"Lord Uchiha, your wine." The staff member handed him the drink.
Tobirama looked frightened trying to figure out who it was. He almost felt bad for him. Almost. His pale face's cheeks were flushed red by the wine. He figured that was as good as he was ever going to look.
"You look clueless." Madara commented with a little too much joy. Madara savored the first sip he took of his drink.
"Of course I'm clueless. How the hell am I supposed to know who you're going to kill."
"You're not supposed to know. I wouldn't have mentioned it if I thought otherwise."
"Here, I thought you telling me this was a kindness, that you actually liked me."
"Someone liking you, impossible Senju. Even your own brother can't stand you."
"Uggh, why would you say that!"
Madara laughed, "because it's true. You met with the Hokage today, any missions yourself?"
"I am to be married." Tobirama scoffed, "to a Hyuga."
"Hyuga's have nice eyes. I'm jealous."
"A Hyuga woman." Tobirama spat in disgust. "Brother knows my preferences, how cruel."
"The Hokage' hands were tied. There are no Uchiha male's available."
"That's bullshit! You're not married."
"I'm not available to Senju males. Although, I'd quite like a Hyuga woman. Allow me to take her off your hands."
"Really? You haven't even met her and you've decided you want her? "
"Tell me, is she pretty?"
"Unbelievably so, if you go for that sort of thing..."
"Which I do." Madara cut him off. Not everyone was a degenerate.
Why would Hashirama be arranging a marriage for him if he was having him killed? He must have been trying to forge an opportunity for him to kill him on his journey there. It didn't matter now, he was going to kill him tonight anyway. He stared at him, the man was lost in thought. Contemplating his next move. He almost felt bad for him. It really didn't matter what he did, Tobirama was a dead man walking. At his own brother's bequest. He always thought their bond was unbreakable, how wrong he was.
"You have a deal, if you agree to spend the night with me."
"Spend the night with you, what might you be suggesting?" He tried to act as clueless as possible.
Tobirama laughed. "Don't be coy with me, Maddy. You know exactly what I'm suggesting." Tobirama did a little wink to cap it off. Super creepy.
Madara sighed. "That I do. I guess it can't be helped." Madara downed the rest of his wine so it didn't go to waste. This was good, they would be in private and Tobirama would be exposing himself to him. He couldn't wait to see his face after he explained everything to him. He hoped the mental anguish wouldn't be completely overpowered by whatever physical agony he was in.
He walked back to Tobirama's place with him. Fortunately, the other members of this household would still be at Hashirama's festival. Tobirama ever so scandalous, ducked out early to have his way with his brother's best friend. It would blemish the founding of the village if anyone heard. Not that it mattered, nobody would hear. The most they would know was that the Hokage's brother had been killed.
"Lets go to my room."
"Sounds good."
He had his knife ready, for when the opportunity presented itself.
"My god, all this time around you has made me so horny! Take off your clothes and kneel down on the bed would you."
It didn't sound like Madara had a choice in that. He didn't like the fact he was being blamed for the fact Tobirama couldn't keep his dick in his pants. It was why he was being killed after all. It wasn't why Madara wanted him dead, for him it was just a bonus. That his brother's killer was an all around awful person.
"Your wish is my command." It actually proved be a slight challenge as armor didn't come off easily.
"Allow me." Tobirama offered to help. He started fiddling with pieces, no doubt growing inpatient and ever desperate to fuck. He didn't like how his evil red eyes bore into him. The eyes that took away his brother. He shouldn't underestimate him. It was a reminder he was in a room with a predator and not to let his guard down.
The armor came off. "Do you need a hand?" Madara was desperate for Tobirama's armor to come off, that way he could strike at him.
"No, I'm good. It'll be off in a few seconds. I am the fastest shinobi after all."
"I hope that means you cum fast. My virgin ass can't take much of a beating."
"Oh, you'd be surprised."
Madara rolled his eyes. He didn't want to be surprised. He just wanted to shove his dagger up his ass and cut off his cock and shove it down his throat. Then sadistically tell him that it was his brothers will. He'd show him the mission scroll as proof, if he doubted him. He intended for the mission scroll to be the primary weapon. The truth about all this was to hurt the most and zap away at his will to live.
Tobirama had gotten his armor off. Madara dispensed with the rest of his clothes. He felt so exposed, completely at the others mercy. Tobirama was already hard. Madara was completely flaccid. This whole thing disgusted him. He knelt down on the bed and waited for Tobirama to mount him. He'd hidden his dagger in reach under the pillow.
The tension was palpable, until Tobirama's rough hands grabbed his ass looking for his hole so he could slot himself in. Madara reached for his knife and before Tobirama realized what was happening and he plunged it where the sun didn't shine. He twisted the rusting dagger around, hoping to inflict more damage before there was any reprisal but Tobirama looked spent. It elicited a chesty bellow from the white haired Senju. He could see the pain in his eyes. It was satisfying but Madara was only getting started. It wasn't going to be a quick death.
"Did you really think I would let you mount me?" Madara mocked.
"Your brother did, I hoped you would do the same."
"Don't insult the memory of my brother with your lies, Senju."
Tobirama didn't flinch. "It probably got him killed. He was so used to getting fucked by me."
"Filth!" Madara shouted, he punched Tobirama in the face and his head hit the ground. While Tobirama was on the ground he started cutting away at his penis like carving meat. Tobirama tried to hold in his screams but even he couldn't mute them completely. Madara didn't know quite what to expect once it was removed. What kind of bodily fluids would leak out. Blood. Lots and lots of blood, accompanied by a deafening scream. Completely unhinged, he found a moment to glance at his face as it happened. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.
"Why. Why do you hate me Madara?" Tobirama cried.
"It's nothing personal. What I mean there is, it's not entirely personal. Our great leader willed this to happen. I'm so glad he chose me for the job. Well he didn't tell me to cut off your dick with a rusty knife and shove it down your throat, that was his wife. Here take a look for yourself." Madara rustled around on the floor though his clothes to find said scroll. He felt the crude touch of paper, it made him smile. He grabbed it and threw it to the floor bound Senju. "Catch."
"No, brother would never call for my death and sister would never want me to suffer." He shook his head as he stared at the paper. "They love me..." Tears dripped onto the document.
Madara was more than happy with the emotional pain inflicted upon his nemesis. He would let it sink in a bit more before inflicting further injury. He spent a stupid amount of time burying his look of despair into his mind, sharingan activated.
Tobirama looked at his eyes and posed a question, "is this genjutsu?"
"I'm afraid not, it's all real. I can't wait to watch you choke on yourself." He grabbed the castrated bloody cock lying on the floor and forced it into his mouth. "Go on Tobi, give it a good suck. I'm glad it's your cock not mine in there. You don't seem to know what your doing. Plus you're a man, that's just gross." He rubbed his hand through his hair playfully. "You people."
He hated the sound he made, that noise should only come out of a woman's mouth. "Senju scum." He shoved it back deeper, careful to make sure he didn't give him chance to bite his hand off. Tobirama gagged, clearly not that experienced.
The bleeding where his dick once was, started to look concerning. He was afraid Tobirama's death was imminent. He wasn't done having his fun with him yet. Before he could do anything about it Tobirama reached for the rusty knife and stabbed himself right in the jugular. Blood spluttered around everywhere, the man seemingly wheezed to death. That was his negligence, he shouldn't have left it lying around.