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"Fool For You"
Chapter 7: Weak
Cliches were never really Madara's thing but when he closed his locker to find Hashirama behind it his heart skipped a couple beats.
"Are you stalking me, Senju?"
Madara scowled and turned, trying to walk away from the scene as fast as he could. It could have possibly worked, but Hashirama was in no mood for games. He grabbed the Uchiha's arm, trying to ignore how great it felt to make contact with his favorite being, and brought the two into an empty classroom.
"Mada, I'm worried about you."
Madara's heart dropped as fast as his eyes and all he wanted to do was avoid everything. This thought, this idea, this feeling was beginning to consume his body and spirit and if he didn't run away now, he possibly would remain in such a state.
"That isn't your job."
His attempt to wriggle free was met by a much more opposing clench.
"Madara, I want you to look at me."
The tone in Hashirama's voice was stern, powerful, and most importantly concerned, causing Madara to obey. His dark and gaunt onyx eyes nervously shifted towards the other man's face, traversing his body before meeting their opponents. Hashirama kept his gaze, only releasing the other's arm and wrapping his own around the teen.
"Madara, you know that I do care for you right?"
The Senju, expecting a compliant nod and smile was instead met with a stare and a scowl.
"And why do you care for me, Hashirama?"
The sudden resistance caught the brunette off guard and Madara took the opportunity to escape the hold, smacking Hashirama's hand off to the side and letting the anger within him begin to unleash itself.
"Why do you care? You don't even know me! Ever since that day you helped me in the library I thought that maybe the oh-so-marvelous Hashirama Senju could actually be a good guy. But no, you're just another horny piece of shit that has made me out to be his sexual conquest."
Madara turned, flung the door open and dashed out leaving Hashirama alone and abandoned. The Uchiha ended up in a bathroom stall, head aching, heart racing, face dripping...
Was it sweat? No, it was tears.
He had finally shown weakness.
"Hmm, well that was... interesting."
The credits began to roll as Izuna himself rolled over, peering up into his partner's ruby eyes with a smile on his face. Tobirama reciprocated the gesture, adding a light kiss to the boy's forehead.
"I didn't think I'd ever like a black and white film, let alone the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Kinda dark, yet slightly humorous."
The young Uchiha snickered before gently rubbing his hands on his lover's pale cheeks.
"Tobi, is that a scar? Did you cut yourself while shaving?"
Tobirama blushed but settled into the soft caresses.
"Awww, is my Izuna worried about me?"
He leaned in to place a kiss on Izuna's lips, then another, and another, each growing with length and lust until they were almost drowning in each other's mouths.
"Tch, how vile."
The two separated as they heard Madara enter the house, each wiping the saliva from their faces.
"Mada, no need to be jealous. Why don't you just get with Hashi-"
Izuna immediately stopped in his tracks when the mere utterance of that person's name caused his older brother to cast the most wicked glare in the direction of the two lovers. Clearly this was something that should not be addressed at the current moment.
The older Uchiha quickly made his way upstairs, desperate to free himself of the foul display of affection. He entered his bedroom, closing and locking the door as to not be disturbed, and pulled out the new music he received in band today. After all, what is more distracting than your greatest passion?
As he scanned the notes and predicted the best fingerings, his thoughts drifted to the one person he didn't want to think about.
Mada, I'm worried about you...
Almost as if his body was teasing him he felt an invisible pressure on his arm, similar to the grip Hashirama had on it earlier.
I want you to look at me...
It was such a simple command, but when delivered with an authoritative tone was like an addictive toxin to his ears.
You know I do care for you, right?
As Madara sunk himself into his pillow, his heart and mind came together in an almost lethal realization. No matter how wanton the nature of his feelings were, Hashirama did care for him. What hurt him the most was that he too cared for Hashirama, but with feelings a lot less primitive than lust.
His weakness, his feelings... this was all the doing of love.
Author's Note: To new readers hello, to the old ones thank you for returning. I know it's been quite a while since the last update, but life is hell. Also, this is a short chapter, but it is a turning point in the plot. And I've been waiting for the opportunity to jot this down and put it out for y'all to see.
I thought it was time to develop the HashiMada into something new, not the same old chase and run away game they always play. I've done this a lot myself and I can tell you that is is the fastest way to misery.
Reviews are much welcome, and much appreciated. Being away from the writing game has certainly deprived me of certain skills that I'm trying to recover.
I'm also working on updates of my other fics, and I'm starting some new ones. I think having multiple projects with differing themes will give me a lot to think about and possibly harvest new inspiration.