Konoha's Weasel Prince

Summary: Itachi never got to use his Susanoo in his fight with Sasuke. As soon as the Kirin hit, he was sent back through time to the founder's era and it was up to him to ensure a safer and surer future for Konoha and the world at large. KisaIta TobiMada HashiMito others mentioned

WARNING: SLASH! LEMON! YAOI! If you're not into this kind of thing, you better skip half the chapter!

''I hope you know this is all your fault.'' Was the first thing that escaped Uchiha Madara's mouth after they searched through the entire damned room and found that there was no way for them to get out. Tobirama had said that it must be Mito's doing, as only she had the knowledge of seals that was advanced enough to create such a prison with nothing but chakra that was being channeled into the walls since they were locked in. Madara was not happy with how this had gone. Not at all. He hated being held in one place too long. At this rate, he will use some over the top jutsu just to try to break out and bring his entire house down in the process. Whatever, he doesn't care, if it gets him out of this situation.

Tobirama whirled around to level his companion and fellow prisoner with a fierce glare. ''My fault? How is it my fault? You're the one that wouldn't stop yelling!''

''Oh, like you were an innocent bystander flower!''

''What the hell is that supposed to mean?!''

''You know damn well, Senju! Or are the rumor about your intelligence really false?'' Tobirama didn't take well to that taunt, as could be said from the rising of his chakra. Usually more level headed than most people in their entire village - yes, the lazy assholes Nara included - it was quite a sight and very strange when Tobirama got pissed off enough to let his expression contort in rage and his chakra respond to it. He usually had such a tight reign on it that only Itachi could match him in that control, his chakra never betraying his emotions. And while Madara wasn't as good of a sensor as Tobirama was, he could still tell when chakra shifted in accordance to emotions and he could sense it now. He was rather pleased to get a raise out of the other.

''You know damn well that they aren't. After all, I always beat you in our arguments. You should know by now just how smarter I am than you.'' That got the Uchiha bristling far faster than it had gotten the albino, his chakra snapping to respond, his massive reserves almost blocking all of Tobirma's senses from outside the room. Madara's presence always made the rest of the world fade away, as he had almost as huge reserves as Hashirama's were, only his were far more volatile, far more alive, a true raging inferno trapped in living flesh. Tobirama would lie if he said he wasn't fascinated by the constant shifting of that fire trapped inside of Madara. He now understood why fire was so specific for the Uchiha - it was the only element that could properly portray their raging emotions. Madara's fire was just so much brighter and warmer than the rest of his clan. He was just glad he had learned to read all of the smallest tells the older man's chakra showed because he saw the attack coming almost as though he had the Sharingan, just barely blocking the punch aimed for his face.

If he was resorting to violence before words, then Madara was livid. Things were about to get real physical and real messy. And although he knew he really had no chance against Madara - the man was his brother's match and Tobirama had never defeated Hashirama before, no matter how cunning he could get in battle; his brother would simply outlast him and Madara's chakra and stamina rivals Hashriama's - he still didn't back down. In fact, he pushed even more.

''What's wrong, Uchiha? The truth stings, doesn't it?'' Tobirama continued taunting and Madara snarled in rage. Tobirama nearly stumbled when the Uchiha pushed harder at him physically, his free hand coming up and taking his neck in an attempt to choke him. Tobirama dodged just enough that the reaching hand came more as a blow to his shoulder before he sidestepped Madara, still keeping a bruising grip on the older man.

''You think you're so smart, don't you, Senju?'' Madara asked maliciously as he twisted in a way that made Tobirama almost wince in sympathy at what the Uchiha was doing with his body. He had never seen a move like that and it peeked his interest as to what sort of exercises the other did to keep that flexible. It also peeked a different kind of interest that Tobirama had to force himself not to ponder on at the moment. Such a distraction was going to be deadly with how much he had goaded the other. ''But let's face it. You're not all knowing, no matter how much you want to make everyone think you are. Hell, even a kid like Itachi is smarter than you.''

''Itachi is no more a child than you and I are.''

''Really?'' The black haired man asked as he swept Tobirama's feet right from under him. The albino caught himself before he hit the floor, but he had had to let go of Madara in order to prevent injury i either of his hands. He also needed them to roll out of the way as the Uchiha made to stomp right on his stomach. ''Because you're really obvious, To-bi-ra-ma.'' Said man scrambled to his feet and Madara grinned ferally at his opponent, getting into a fighting stance. ''Everyone knows you think of Itachi as a child. Your younger bother, perhaps?''

Red eyes narrowed and it was Tobirama who snarled this time, lunging for the Uchiha, who met him easily halfway and they grappled and wrestled until they hit the floor and started rolling around, fighting for the position on top. ''I thought you were above using our younger brothers for an argument, bastard.''

Madara caught the punch sent his way and pushed hard, almost breaking the younger man's arm when his elbow was forced to buckle. ''Oh, I'm not the bastard here. My features make it quite obvious where my origins come from. You, on the other hand,'' He finally pushed the Senju off of him and come back to his feet just as the white haired man jumped to his, uncontrollable rage seen on his face for the first time in his life as he dared Madara to finish the insult already halfway out of his mouth. Never having been known as one to back down from a challenge or a dare and not exactly famous for his self-preservation instincts, the older Uchiha brother continued in mocking tones. ''Correct me if I am wrong, but there are not many white haired Senju, now are there? Am I missing something? Or are you just-''

With a wordless bellow of rage at the thought of the insult to his mother - who he had always loved more than his father, who he had missed since she died, who he still mourned as though she had died yesterday - Tobirama used the speed he was so famous for and lunged at the Uchiha, grabbed Madara's shoulder and slammed him into the wall behind them. The raven grunted under the force of the collision and the breath whooshed out of his lungs, leaving him breathless and with difficulties in breathing. When he tried to move, Madara found that Tobirama had quickly grabbed his wrists instead of his shoulders in order to restrain him and his hands were now being held on either side of his head, feeling as though they were glued or chained there. And they might as well have been, since he could feel Tobirama channeling chakra through his own hands to hold Madara in place by using chakra to stick to the wall like one used chakra suction to walk up trees. Such a move was more than clever, as there would have been no difficulty for Madara to escape if Tobirama was simply restraining him with his own strength. A burst of chakra from Madara through his system would have been enough to dislodge the Senju. As it was, with his writs trapped so, his legs on either side of the Senju's legs - when did that happen? - as he was pushed against the wall, he was kept almost immobile by the length of the other's entire body and Tobirama even had a few inches on Madara, so that went to his advantage.

For a long moment, the only sound that predominated the air of the modest guest room was the sound of their ragged, labored breathing as they glared into each other's eyes. Their noses were almost touching, their breaths mingling and they weren't even aware of the close proximity despite the warm air brushing across their faces with each breath they let out. They were almost literally touching from head to toe and it never occurred to either of them in the type of compromising position they currently were, their chakras and blood surging through them like hurricanes. The stalemate felt like it had lasted for a year and for merely a second before, with a grunt, Tobirama pushed forward, grinding Madara harder into the wall he had his back to, and claimed the lips in front of him in an aggressive kiss that was more teeth and bitting than lips. The elder only let out a grunt of his own as he let it happen, even going as far as to open his mouth in invitation for the slightly taller man to come and play and Tobirama gladly took the invitation.

The kiss was hot and messy and aggressive and everything the two of them needed at that moment, after months upon months of unresolved desire between them. There was nothing graceful about their exchange, as they both took and took what they wanted, drawing blood here and there and lapping at it with their tongues as though it was the nectar of the gods, not separating until breathing was an impossible necessity they had to indulge in before pushing their lips back together, not wanting to waste another second. Neither was willing to admit but they needed these kisses more than they needed air right now, they needed the other's touch more than they needed their hearts to pump the blood in their veins.

Following that need had Tobirama detaching his mouth from Madara's, only so he could travel a little lower and bite at the older man's neck. Madara couldn't hold in a moan as he was marked, once, twice, three times on one side of his neck and then the Senju moved to the other side, pushing down the high collar of Madara's robes to have more access to the skin that was only a shade or so darker than his own pale skin. The albino shivered when Madara moved his head just a little bit to the side while he was still working on a hickey just below Madara's left ear and the Uchiha bit gently on his earlobe, pulling a bit more harshly before he let it go. He nearly buckled in the knees when a wicked tongue brushed against the shell of his ear before warm breathe was blown over it and he clamped his teeth harder and sucked harsher on the skin under his mouth. He more than enjoyed the shiver and moan that it got him form his partner so he grew bolder and pushed one of his thighs a little higher.

Madara's breath hitched when his half erection was massaged by a muscular thigh and he jerked his hands, needing to hold onto something as the Senju tortured him in the most delicious and pleasurable of ways. Tobirama still held steadfast to his wrists so he could do nothing but writhe against the other's body as he was stimulated to full hardness, panting and moaning under the delicious friction. He did his best to twist his head a bit more and lower it as much as he could with Tobirama still sucking him as a leech - he was now at his shoulder, having somehow undone the upper half of Madara's traditional Uchiha robes, leaving most of his well sculpted chest and abdomen on open display - so he could suck a hickey of his own on the pale neck presented to him. It was then that he realized his hands were free and he immediately brought them to the other's back, sliding under the black, long sleeved shirt the other was wearing and raking his fingernails across sensitive skin. The following shiver was more than gratifying and even better when that shiver resulted in their erections brushing against each other. They both let lose strangled moans and Madara let one of his hands leave Tobirama's back to weave his fingers through white hair. He pulled the other's head up and mashed their lips together again, fighting for dominance even though he knew he was going to let the other in in the end. It had been far too good the first time around for him to fight it. The younger man sure did know how to kiss.

And Tobirama was more than happy to take the lead, which was evident in how he tugged Madara away from the wall and turning them around so that he could back the older man onto the bed. Madara yelped when the backs of his knees hit the bed and he was toppled down onto the soft mattress, soon followed by the white haired man. The yelp turned back into a moan very quickly when Tobirama started kissing down his chest, pale fingers playing with both of his nipples and leaving Madara as close to a moaning mess that his dignity allowed him to be at any time. He almost whined in displeasure when Tobirama's hands left the sensitive buds, but he was far more interested in watching the Senju take off his won shirt to complain. He wasted no time in taking off his own robes but he still yelped when Tobirama pulled on his leg to get his pants off. Madara couldn't help but feel silly when he was left in nothing but his ninja sandals and the wrappings around his ankles even as Tobirama moved up to kiss him again. He forgot about it when a skilled hand wrapped around his erection and tortured him some more. And torture it was, as he was quite ready to take things further. Tobirama better not stop on him now or Madara swears on his brother's life that he will kill the white haired menace for getting him so worked up only to pull away.

Thankfully, Tobirama had no plans on doing so, despite how it looked when he stared making hand seals and placed a hand on Madara's hip before disappearing a second later in a flash of bluish white. Madara blinked in confusion and was just about to start cursing the Senju to the lowest pits of hell when said man returned in the same manner as he had left, only with a jar of some sort of body oil in hand. The older man blinked in confusion again when pleased red eyes flickered down to his hip and Madara frowned, looking down as well. All he saw was some strange drawing like seal on his hip, one smaller circle inside a bigger one, six lines coming out of the smaller circle going out of the bigger and upwards went three and downwards the other three. It almost looked like a rather nice and interesting tattoo had Madara not been able to discern that the lines weren't lines but rather rows upon rows of sealing letters!

Dark eyes narrowed in annoyance up at the Senju, who was coating his fingers with the body oil. ''You could use your Hiraishin to get us out of here and it never occurred to you?'' He demanded, not at all even the slightest bit bothered by the fact that the other looked so pleased for marking him with his signature seal. He as much more annoyed that they could have left this room before that nasty fight that had brought up topics he'd rather not think about. He wasn't exactly proud of the things he had said but if he could shift even just a tiny bit of blame on Tobirama, then he was petty enough to do it.

As if knowing that was what he was doing, Tobirama just rolled his eyes at him. ''Would you like to leave now?'' He challenged and Madara said nothing, which earned him that infuriating smirk of his. ''Thought so.'' Before Madara could say anything else, Tobirama thrust the first finger into the older man's hole, making him yelp in pain at the sudden intrusion. Leaning over to kiss him in apology, Tobirama let him adjust a moment before he gently started stretching him, moving and twisting his index finger around until the thigh muscles loosened enough for a second finger to fit. The entrance of the second digit was far more gentle than the first and when the two fingers brushed against his prostrate, Madara bucked his hips in pleasure, his vision going white for a second.

''D-do that again!'' He demanded and Tobirama gladly complied, leaning up to watch the show, lustful red eyes never leaving his partner's face. It made him realize that he had actually been given a great privilege. His partner, the man underneath him, letting him do this, was none other than Uchiha Madara, one of the most powerful and gifted shinobi so far, both in the Uchiha Clan and the world as a whole, and yet here Tobirama was, in what many deemed the domineering position over him. It was both gratifying and humbling to realize Madara would let him do this, even if only this once. It was obvious the other man didn't do these kinds of things often, or at least not in this position, as he was still rather tight even when Tobirama used his third and then his fourth finger to tease and stretch the man a little more. Despite how their interactions in this room had started, this wasn't about pain. Tobirama wanted to make Madara feel good, so hopefully they might get to do this again sometime in the future. Tobirama really wasn't the type of guy who liked one night stands.

Madara wasn't, either. It was part of the Uchiha's nature. They never did things halfway and they never engaged in casual encounters if they didn't want a repeat. More often than not, if an Uchiha sleeps with someone, they tend to marry that same person, as Uchihas don't fuck. They make love and love was a very serious matter in their clan. This albino Senju better be ready for a real commitment, or else Madara will skin him alive. If Izuna doesn't get his hands on him first, that is.

''Ready?'' Tobirama asked as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Madara's hole. The Uchiha only nodded and brought his arms up, almost demanding that the younger man come into his arms. Tobirama complied and buried his face against Madara's neck as he slowly entered, feeling almost overwhelmed at the burning, tight heat that greeted him. Judging from Madara's shuddering breath against his shoulder, the older man was just as affected and that made Tobirama feel a bit better. He wasn't used to being this overwhelmed. He wasn't used to feeling this attracted to someone, either. It had never happened before. Not like this. Kami-sama, if he was given the chance, he'd never let this man go.

''Move,'' Madara breathed after maybe a minute of adjusting to the size of his lover, having spent that minute petting white hair while he received lazy kisses to his neck and collarbone here and there. With how frantic the night had began, it was quite the opposite how they were now. Now, they just wanted it to last as long as it could, which was obvious form Tobirama's sedate pace that was driving Madara crazy. Maybe he was just a bit too worked up for slow and gentle and he hoped there will be another time for that, but right now, he wanted a let out for all of his pent up passion and desire and Tobirama better be ready to deliver or Madara will take matters int his own hands. And wasn't that an attractive idea? He'll have to discuss it with his partner at another date, right now ... ''Go faster, damn it! I'm not made of glass!''

Tobirama was only too happy to oblige, feeling as frustrated as Madara and also hopping for a chance to go slow some other time. Now, he sped up his thrusts and enjoyed in the strangled moan that was his reward, kissing Madara's lips to drink in the sound as though it were the water form the fountain of youth. It gave him more of a motivation to use his speed for purposes other than battle and Madara's scream of pleasure as his prostate was hit again was music to the genius' ears. He shifted his hips just the tiniest bit to continue ramming into that sweet spot and a flow of curses spilled from the Uchiha's mouth, eyes unfocused from lust as he clung to his partner, blunt nails leaving faint half moons on place skin. Just to hear the man under him scream more - he never thought he'd enjoy his partner being so vocal, but it was quite a turn on with Madara - he would draw out one of his thrust every once in a while so he can slam into the other as hard as he can, getting choked versions of his name to come from the lisp that were bruised from their kisses no doubt as much as his were.

For Madara, it was far too soon when he felt that something coil and tighten in his lower belly. It felt so good that he wanted it to last for hours and hours but he also craved release, so he moved his hand to stroke himself, only to whine when Tobirama batted him away. He went to complain but the Senju just snapped his hips three times in a row as hard as he could and Madara was unable to speak from pleasure. Seeing that his partner was determined to make him come from his cock alone, Madara let his head rest on Tobirama's shoulder, occasionally bitting it and just panting in the man's ear. He wans't going to last long and Tobirama's arms were already shaking, meaning he was close to his release as well. ''I'm c-close.'' He panted, voice gruff from all the screaming he had done and he was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to speak any better even if he had been silent. It all just felt too good, the constant brush against his most sensitive spot, the way his cock rubbed against hard abs - both his own and the younger man's - and the almost possessive hold the other man had on his hips ... It was all too much. ''I'm going to-!'' He was cut off by a moan he couldn't help as the hips started snapping harder and faster, if at all possible.

Tobirama turned his head just the slightest bit to let his breathe ghost over Madara's ear. In a husky, but breathless voice, he whispered in his lover's ear. ''Then come for me, Madara.''

That was all the older man needed, that voice, that tone, the way they formed his name, the insistent pounding into his prostate ... Madara came with aloud shout of Tobirama's name, white completely overcoming his vision. He arched right into his partner, cheeks flushed, eyes wide upon but unseeing, mouth just the tiniest bit open despite how loud he was. And Tobirama had only a second to mourn that he lacked the Sharingan to be able to immortalize this moment in his memory forever before his own orgasm overtook his body and he grunted, emptying himself in the tight passage that had brought him this release in the first place.

He all but collapsed right next to his partner when his limbs unlocked and his arms lost their strength. He hadn't even been able to pull out of the other yet, not that he was in any hurry to in the first place, but he doubted it would be an all too comfortable position to sleep in. He moved to pull out, only to be surprised when he felt someone snuggling into him, arms wrapped around his waist, a face buried in his chest. He looked down at Madara in shock, surprised the other fell asleep so easily beside him but he wans't one to complain. Who knew if he'll ever get the chance to hold this man again after tonight.

So he simply wrapped his arms around the older man's shoulders and brought him closer, enjoying the calm that overtook him right then and there. The tension that had been there for months was draining away and he could feel sleep creping up on him. Oh, he knew tomorrow morning had the potential to be awkward as hell and that it all might actually go to hell - it was a bigger probability than Hashirama making a fool of himself, with the two of them and their personalities - but he had some hope that it might be good, too.

But that was for tomorrow to be dealt with. Sleep was all he was going to do now.