HashiMada
It was freezing tonight as Hashirama hurried into the Hokage Tower. Winter in the Fire Country was beautiful when it snowed, but tonight it was just cold and blustery.
He was about to take his coat off when he realised he wasn't alone.
"M-Madara…" Hashirama gasped, staring at the inky black shadow behind the desk in his office. Two hauntingly beautiful, blood red eyes glowed in the darkness. "What are you-"
"I missed you."
"But you're..."
"Married?" Madara chuckled darkly as he emerged from the shadows like a creature of the night. The Sharingan disappeared, replaced by twin pools of pure shadow. "So? So are you. Was it really so easy for you to forget about us?"
"Easy?" Hashirama snorted. "No. Nothing about you has ever been easy…"
"That's not what you used to say…" Madara smirked. He came closer slowly, deliberately. Those sultry, midnight eyes half closed, clouded with desire.
Hashirama looked away but refused to take a step back. He didn't want to show that much weakness, even though they both knew he would never be able to push this man away.
Madara paused, his lips just a breath away from kissing him.
"D-Don't," Hashirama blurted out before he could stop himself."I'm married too..."
Madara laughed. "How can you honestly say that really matters when you'd rather work all night than sleep with that woman?"
Hashirama blushed but didn't answer.
"Honestly, I don't understand the attraction to females. Too fragile and easily damaged- not to mention the fleshy tits bouncing around…" Madara shuddered. "But I don't remember telling you to marry some weak little bitch, not when you could have me… Admit it. I'm still the one you want. Does she like it when you get rough? Can she handle your true strength? Or does she always want it soft and slow because it scares her- you scare her?"
"Stop it…"
"Poor baby," Madara purred. "It must suck having a pretty little wife that has no idea how much you loved holding me down and fucking me raw? Does she know how many times you called my name when you came?"
"Damn you…" Hashirama growled, finally taking a step back. He could never resist this man- didn't want to. He hoped he'd never have to try again- but damn it. To be face to face with him- alone again… It hurt but at the same time he felt like the hole in his heart was finally healing...
"You're hard already, aren't you?" Madara grinned. "You never could resist even my voice…"
"N-No…"
"Really?" Madara laughed, a soft, husky sound that always went straight to his cock… This time was no exception. Madara slid one hand down Hashirama's stomach to his cock, palming him through his clothes. "It's adorable that you still think you can lie to me."
"Damn it, I'm not doing this with you again-"
"Are you sure you want to make that bet?" Madara's fingers slipped up Hashirama's chest to unzip his coat which he dropped into a nearby chair. "I'm still curious. Does your wife know how many times I rimmed you until you begged me to fuck you? Because it turns out that you like taking a cock deep and hard, almost as much as you love giving it? Well, does she at least know how much you like to bite- and getting bitten? Still no? Or that you like it when teeth "accidently" graze your cock? Wait- does she even try to suck you off?"
"Shut up… bastard."
Another laugh. "It's not my fault that the little bitch doesn't actually know you at all."
"She's not a-" Hashirama forgot what he was going to say when Madara nudged him into his chair and then knelt across his lap. The Uchiha took his shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder where it landed on the huge desk. Hashirama's mouth went dry. That pale, beautiful chest was all hard muscle under the moonlight from the windows behind the desk and he knew every scar on it by heart. Literally- because no one else was good enough to touch this gorgeous bastard in a real fight…
"You know, you haven't asked me to leave..." Madara said, allowing his clothed erection to graze Hashirama's stomach.
"Shut up and kiss me," Hashirama growled, wrapping an arm around Madara's waist and the other around his neck. They both moaned when their lips touched.
It was the first time in too long and the Uchiha almost laughed, but heat pooled in his belly too quickly for that. He was happy though. Deep, hungry kisses that were pure desire.
Fuck, it was like they'd never been apart. Their tongues and teeth clashed, and Madara pressed closer, his arms tight around Hashirama's neck.
God yes, Madara moaned as Hashirama grasped his ass, pressing their bodies together.
Tobirama and both of their wives could walk in on them right now and Madara would still beg Hashirama to fuck him. He'd never been the one who cared what anyone thought of them being together... He loved Hashirama's matchless strength and stamina- and the fact that he never held back in love or in war...
Still, for now Madara was busy unwrapping Hashirama's chest and licking at his nipples half afraid that if they stopped the bastard would change his mind...
"I-Is this really what you wanted?" Hashirama asked between kisses. "You want me to fuck you here? Now?"
"On a bed or on the desk, what's the difference?" Madara purred. "Or, have you forgotten all of the other random places we've fucked?"
"How could I?" Hashirama said softly. "I was with you…"
'Then you married the wrong person, huh?' Madara growled because he wanted to punch him. But to keep himself from ruining the moment he nipped his lover's ear and then sucked on it hard.
Hashirama groaned, his hands slipped into Madara's pants. Madara wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Gods, you are so hot…" Hashirama moaned, he couldn't resist pushing a finger inside him.
Madara gasped at the sudden intrusion, tipping his head back. "More."
Hashirama couldn't help leaning in and biting the spot on the side of his ivory skinned neck that he knew would make his lover melt, and then sucked on it hard.
Madara reached down between their bodies and into Hashirama's pants. The Seju was deliciously hard and getting harder as he added another finger, fucking him with it. Madara pushed back into him, trying to get Hashirama deeper inside him.
"S-Stop teasing and fuck me…" Madara gasped, his knees almost buckled as one of those clever fingers finally grazed his prostate and then did it again.
"Now?" Hashirama growled. He turned Madara around and pushed him down on top of the desk on his stomach. "Didn't you bring any oil? It's been months and you want me to take you like this- right now. No prep, not even bother stripping you first? Crazy bastard."
"Yeah. That's what I was hoping for," Madara purred. "What's the matter- not hard enough for that?"
Hashirama growled, "I'll show you hard…"
Madara moaned as Hashirama let his massive cock rub up against his ass and between his legs. He mewled and tried to push his ass into him.
Madara purred, arching his back as Hashirama lined himself up with his hole. He leaned down, brushing the hair away from his neck, he pressed long kisses on Madara's neck and down to his shoulder.
"Fuck yeah," Madara was very still as Hashirama pushed the head of his cock halfway inside him. He paused in his tight heat, before spreading him wide and slamming in the rest of the way. "All the way in…"
"Gods you are so tight…" Hashirama groaned. He pulled Madara's hips against his groin and started to move. Slowly at first, but deep and hard. He angled his hips so that his cock would rub up against his prostate but not give him the full pleasure of a direct hit.
"S-Stop playing around and fuck me…" Madara mewled but Hashirama had him pinned to the desk. And they both knew he loved it. "Teasing me like this when we haven't touched each other in ages."
"You feel too good tonight… I don't want to come yet. You're so tight..." Hashirama knew Madara loved it when he soothed the little lovebites with his tongue and then sucked on it hard.
"Y-Yeah," Madara moaned, arching his back and he stood up to give him better access to his neck. Hashirama couldn't help letting his fingers slide up Madara's body to his nipples, pinching them. He rolled the hard little pebbles between his thumb and forefinger until the Uchiha leaned back far enough to kiss him.
They both moaned into that long, slow kiss so it was a surprise when Hashirama suddenly slammed into him. Madara arched but quickly leaned back down on the desk as his lover grasped his hips and sank into him even farther. "Y-Yeah, fuck me… I need it harder…"
"Such a good little slut, always so happy to just bend over and take it. Who else have you been fucking?" Hashirama wondered, grasping a fist full of Madara's hair when he didn't answer right away.
"Idiot," Madara smirked. "Like I'd actually want anyone else when I can get you inside me this easily? This makes you a slut too, you know. I barely even had to touch you this time."
"Yeah, right. Like you could go this long without getting something shoved up your ass…"
Madara groaned at particularly hard thrust but managed a grin. "I-Is it bad that it makes me happy that if we were back in that one town and I pointed at random guy right now you would still go and warn them not to touch me again? Possessive bastard."
"Well, you did say you'd always be mine..."
"I still am, you idiot," Madara was getting close. His cock was so hard it was painful but he didn't touch it. He knew it amazed Hashirama to watch him come without using his hands. "F-Fuck… you're so good at this... H-Harder..."
"Better idea," Hashirama grinned and turned Madara around and tugged off the man's pants before he could whine at the loss of his cock, capturing his lips in another searing kiss.
Madara was no sooner sitting on the desk than Hashirama was pushing back inside him. Madara scooted to the edge of the desk and pulled Hashirama into him. Kissing him hard, Madara's fingers snaked their way under his lover's shirt and then clawed mindlessly at his broad back because he was about to come.
When he finally did, Hashirama groaned. He took a moment to run his tongue through his sweet cream that shot all the way up on Madara's beautifully scarred chest before kissing him again. He knew they both savored the taste of their pleasure.
"So good…" Madara moaned as the kiss finally broke. His inner muscles continued to convulse as Hashirama doubled the pace of his thrusts, filling him over and over. Getting fucked through an orgasm didn't hurt when he was with anyone else. But damn it he couldn't get enough of it with this man. "Yeah, fuck me…"
His abused prostate felt it when Hashirama finally came inside him with a groan. "Gods… I-I love you…"
For a moment he wondered if he had said it at all. He knew he shouldn't have. Too much had happened and they couldn't go back…
Hashirama leaned down and kissed him again. But softly this time. "I hated myself thinking that I really lost you this time..."
"Hashi-"
"No, I have to say this… I've always loved you."
"I know."
"But we can't do this. We can't be together. We're too different."
"All I've ever really wanted is you. I want you. Even if it had to be like this. Secretly..."
"We're married to other people now, we aren't kids anymore..." Hashirama said stubbornly.
"Whatever. I just had to have you tonight. This would be our anniversary… you know, if we were ever officially a thing."
"I didn't want to touch you again- ever. Because now I don't want to let you go again..."
Madara rolled his eyes. "How is it my fault that I am so fuckably irresistible?"
"Still so cocky, Dara..."
"I'm going to stay and watch you explain to your brother what happened to your desk this time. At least we didn't break this one- or the chair. Shall we try again? I've missed the taste of you- all of you."
Hashirama blushed. Madara had always thought it was hilarious that Tobirama was furious when he found out they were lovers and loathed their relationship.
Hashirama ignored Madara's suggestion. He turned to quickly wipe the desk down with his scarf that he had been wearing when he came in and would have promptly dumped it into the wastebasket next to his desk.
But, Madara pressed up against him from behind and he forgot. The bastard was hard again already and Hashirama moaned softly. His length teased him with a few mock thrusts. He hated to admit it but he loved having this man's body- but especially his lips and tongue and even his teeth all over him.
Madara's breath was warm against Hashirama's ear as he chewed lazily on the back of his neck. He pulled down the Senju's pants and pressed his cock against his ass.
"What do you want me to do right now? Shall I spread you open and fuck you with my tongue?" Madara purred. He traced Hashirama's tight hole with just his fingertips drawing a gasp from his lover that he knew very well. He reached down a little farther, to stroke the soft skin of his balls equally slowly and deliberately. The light, silky touch made Hashirama shiver and he spread his legs instinctively. "Why fight it?"
Madara put his feet in between Hashirama's to stop him from flinching back as he did it again. "Why didn't we think to use your desk and the chair for this before?"
"F-Fine… Pervert." Hashirama growled. "Do it! Lick me…"
Madara started slowly, spreading him open and then kissing and licking each cheek.
Hashirama gave a long moan when Madara finally licked his balls up to his hole and then up over it- all without touching him where he wanted it the most.
"Now who's the fucking tease?"
Madara chuckled lightly. "I think maybe I forgot what I was supposed to be doing?"
"F-Fuck me with your tongue… Are you- oh god... happy now?"
"Every part of you is beautiful," Madara said softly, slowly stroking the tight ring with his tongue again and again. His fingers were still busy too, teasing Hashirama's balls. "And I love the taste of you."
The Senju moaned each time Madara licked and sucked at him. When he finally eased his tongue inside him, Hashirama bucked helplessly against the desk. "Oh fuck…"
"You look so good like this, Hashi. Spread wide and waiting for me. Do you want more?"
"Yes! D-Don't stop…" Hashirama growled, panting. He moaned when Madara pushed his tongue all the way inside him again and again.
"F-Fuck, I'm so close…" Hashirama moaned, he'd been progressively getting louder. And Madara agreed, he could feel his balls tightening too.
"Relax and come for me, Hashi."
"N-No. I need you inside me… Now." Hashirama wanted to tease him because he was pretty sure he'd never seen Madara get out of a chair so fast before.
But all thought left him when Madara eased the head of his cock inside him. They both moaned once he was all the way in but Madara was surprisingly careful with him. Probably because they didn't have any lube this time.
It didn't take long for the Uchiha to find a rhythm though and soon Hashirama was writhing again, his lungs gasping for air. Before he knew what was happening Madara withdrew his cock and turned him over.
Hashirama gasped as his lover slid back inside him. Madara grasped his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Hashirama pulled him into a kiss and then groaned as Madara tugged his ass to the very edge of the desk.
The Uchiha grasped his hips and thrust into him wildly. Hashirama let his head fall back as he came, mouth open in a silent scream. But pleasure continued to ripple through him, with every deep thrust, extending his orgasm.
Madara came inside him, and Hashirama drank in the sight of him. Lips parted, those midnight eyes closed, head tipped back. His muscles were frozen but soon he was panting too.
Hashirama grasped his hand and pulled him into a kiss. "Fuck that was amazing…"
Madara returned it slowly, sensually. "You always are."
For a long moment neither said anything.
"So… now what?" Hashirama asked.
"I don't know," Madara sighed. "I guess I didn't plan this very well… We can't just go to either of our houses together."
"What about the hot spring?"
"You're the Hokage. Everyone knows you. Do you think they won't notice all of those beautiful moans everytime we're together?"
"The cave by the river?"
"With no electricity, running water or even a crude kitchen?" Madara sighed, pulling his pants back on slowly.
"We used to meet there all the time…" Hashirama reminded him, also starting to get dressed.
"We didn't have a choice…"
"Do we have one now?"
"When we get caught your brother is going to try to kill me again."
Hashirama blushed as he started to get dressed too. "You could have stopped sucking me off and at least pretended to be embarrassed that night like a normal person…"
"Really? That again? He hated me before that too, you know. Besides, when have I ever been normal?"
"Well, at least you know you aren't normal…"
Madara just shrugged. "I don't remember inviting him to stay and watch… but he did."
Hashirama blushed even more. Tobirama had naturally been shocked seeing the two of them together for a few seconds. Madara acted like his brother had been some kind of a creepy voyeur for the rest of the night.
"Don't you think it's odd that he pushed you into marriage with a woman you'd never even met and he hasn't been with anyone in ages?"
"You know the girl he liked died a long time ago… You were the one who killed her..."
"He's had plenty of time to pick someone else. You did."
"You know why I married her."
"Money that secured the future of the village. But you'd rather work all night than sleep with her."
"Political marriages happen all the time."
"He pushed you into it to keep you away from me."
"Not everything is about you."
"We both know for him that's a lie. He hates my whole clan, but that's because he considers me some kind of wild animal to be caged and restrained. I'm shocked he hasn't asked your wife to seal me yet." Madara smirked. "Maybe he's right. The whole village hates me."
"Don't say that. You know I love you."
"I love your soft heart but don't pretend you haven't noticed. Even my own clan doesn't trust me…" Madara sighed, tugging his shirt back on. "What am I even doing here?"
"Don't say that! This is our dream- yours and mine! We're building it together!" Hashirama moved up behind him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"For now, yes. But even you can't live forever. What happens when you're gone? Tobirama hates my clan. When he takes over, the Uchiha will lose everything and they are too blind to see it. They trust him simply because he is your brother. They don't know him like I do."
"Trust has to go both ways." Hashirama said gently.
"And he has never even tried to give his. I do trust you. I prove it every time I've been alone in the same room with the two of you since we've made the alliance. I am outnumbered and basically trapped. I may still be stronger than your brother, but we both know you are stronger than me. I'd stand no chance against the two of you united."
Honestly, it was a little embarrassing that Hashirama had never thought of it quite like that before. But Madara had never said he felt that way; he always seemed so strong and certain of his choice to join them until now.
He wanted to assure him that it wasn't true. But if it came down to a fight between the three of them, deep down he knew that his brother would strike to kill. Madara was be the love of his life but he meant nothing to Tobirama except another headache waiting to happen.
"So what are we going to do?"
"What do you mean we? I've made small children cry more than once and you have to stay married. Why should I stay?"
"W-Wait-" Hashirama was close to panicking. "You're going somewhere? For how long? Where? When? … Why?"
He must've been thinking about this for a long time. Madara was not one to say something like that lightly. He knew his friend had been unusually quiet and withdrawn lately. But he would never have expected this!
"Stay! Stay and show Tobirama and everyone else that you aren't what he thinks you are!"
"I've been trying. But he speaks of me as if I'm some kind of a rabid animal when we're in the same room. Do you think the villagers don't hear that?"
"Well then, I'm going with you!"
"What?"
Hashirama shrugged. "I said I'm going with you!"
"You can't do that! You're the Hokage. The village needs you. Things are barely getting started here!"
"The village needs you too, Dara. The sooner you see that, the sooner we can come back to it! You just admitted I'm stronger than you! How will you stop me from following you?"
"Who's the cocky one now?" Madara shook his head. "If you aren't here, this village will fall apart as a failed experiment. Tobirama has all the charisma of a wet paper bag, the manners of a dog and the temper of a rabid wolf."
"You be nice!" Hashirama said sternly, poking him in the ribs. "I'll admit, my brother is brash and judgemental sometimes, but so are you."
"Hence I'm leaving because I'm not welcome here! First my clan was angry because I accepted the truce. Now they are mad because I want to protect them."
"Don't say that," Hashirama said as Madara pulled away from him to put his coat on.
"You know it's true."
"That's why I'm going with you!"
"No, you're not. Tobirama would try to kill me for taking you away from the village and your wife."
"Don't be absurd. You aren't taking me from anything. I want to be with you! I want you to come back here with me someday and see that we did it! We built our dream!"
"This isn't going to be a weekend camping trip!"
"I'm still going with you!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Hashi. I don't want to argue with you."
"Then don't. We just need my brother to see how amazing you are!"
"That's disgusting. And you are too jealous for that anyway, idiot."
Hashirama snorted. "Why does your brain always go straight to sex?"
"And yours doesn't?"
"That's not the point. When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"That's… awfully sudden,"
"That's why you should stay here," Madara smirked. "The village needs you."
"You need a friend more than the village needs me right now. So, you're not leaving without me. And if you try I will find you."
Madara sighed. "If you're not at the gate by 10:00 AM, I'll assume Tobirama has you safely tied to that chair, up here where you belong."
"Make it noon just in case…"
"Ten till."
"Noon or I'll tie you to this chair with some vines right now… naked."
"Now who is making things sexual? On the other hand, the look on Tobirama's face might almost be worth it…"
"It was a joke!" Hashirama said stiffly. "But I need you to wait for me."
"He's never going to let you go. The whole village will be upset."
"They don't have a choice. I'm just glad you told me for once. You never let me in. Besides, I have an idea. Now, kiss me so we can go pack."
Honestly, Madara wasn't sure what he was thinking when he told him. This was going to end badly. Just like everything else between them.
But when they kissed nothing else mattered. The warmth between them was enough to make him forget his misgivings- at least until it was over. Madara swore softly as he followed Hashirama out into the cold night.
Nothing about this was a good idea. But inside there was a part of him that he had to admit was excited and happy that Hashirama wanted to be with him. Whether the village would allow that to happen or not, however, was another story entirely.