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Chapter 8

For the past two days, Madara had been staying in his bedroom, curled up in the corner. He had no interest in seeing Tobirama around after what had happened. After they were done with him, Butsuma had decided to kick him around until a healer showed up. They had fixed his fingers, but that didn't mean that he wasn't sore. The door opened and he expected to see Tobirama looking in, but it was Hashirama.

"Is he gone?"

"Yes."

"Are you positive?"

"I'm positive."

Madara pushed himself onto his feet and practically jumped on Hashirama. He wrapped his arms around him. "Good."

"Are you alright? What happened?"

For a split second, Madara considered telling Hashirama what happened. "Nothing. It doesn't matter."

Hashirama leaned in but stopped and grasped his chin. "Your lip is split."

"It doesn't matter, okay? I'm perfectly fine."

"It does matter!" Hashirama pulled him into a hug and noticed that he winced. "Lift your shirt up." Madara frowned and looked the other way as he took his shirt off, revealing bruising where he'd been kicked. "You just wait until I-"

Madara placed a finger over Hashirama's lips. "No. You will not do anything. Just..make me forget, okay? I missed you."

Hashirama moved his hands so that either one was on each side of Madara's cheeks. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Madara's. Both of them start walking backwards until Madara was on his bed with Hashirama on top of him. Hashirama pulled back. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Madara said.

Hashirama moved to his neck and put his hands inside Madara's. He moved downwards until he hit the edge of the fabric separating him and Madara's privates. He moved back up and pressed his mouth to Madara's. One hand slipped down, cupping Madara's privates. Madara slipped down so that he was in front of Hashirama's crotch, he looked up for permission before pulling out his junk. He locked his lips around it and started to suck on it, twisting his head at times. Hashirama let out a groan and clutched the sheets before pulling Madara back up beside him.

"Is this your first time?" Hashirama asked.

"Yeah," Madara said. A light blush fell over his face as he reached inside his night stand, pulling out a bottle of lube.

"Tell me if I'm going too fast, okay? I don't want to hurt you." Madara nodded and kicked off his remaining clothing.

Hashirama poured a generous amount on his hand. He rubbed the excess over Madara's entrance and took Madara's hand with his other hand. "Relax." He slowly pushed a finger in. He waited for an affirmative to keep moving on. He pushed in a second finger, waited and started to stretch the ring of muscles. He repeated the process until three fingers was no issue. He pushed in slowly, groaning. He waited for Madara to adjust his position before moving slowly.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Madara said. He took ahold of Hashirama's shoulders. Hashirama put his mouth to Madara's neck and started gently sucking. "Mmm!" About a minute later, the pace got faster. Hashirama moved back up to Madara's mouth.

About ten minutes later, both were at their max. "H-ah-shirama! I-I'm going to..."

"M-adara!"

Both came at roughly the same time. Hashirama waited momentarily before pulling out. Madara was breathing heavily. He was covered in his own semen and sweat. His face turned red from embarrassment.

"Let's hit the showers," Hashirama said, winking. He picked Madara up in his arms.

"Why are you-"

"Trust me on this one. Walking will be a challenge for the next bit."

"So you've...uh.."

"I was fifteen. He was passing through. My father walked in, and oh dear." Hashirama opened the bathroom door and set Madara on his feet. He turned the water on and stepped in with Madara.

"Madara, I know you don't want to talk about it, but.."

"Your father came here. He..told me some things."

"Things?"

"My family is not dead. They're out there somewhere."

Hashirama was completely silent for the next five minutes. Both of them washed their hair and bodies during this time.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yes and no."

"Are you going to run?"

"No. I am staying right here. You have no worries, Mr. Babysitter," Madara teased, poking him in the cheek. Hashirama wrapped his arms around his waist and laughed.

"I'm not lying, you know," Madara said, leaning against Hashirama. "I don't know where they ran. I've never went further than the woods." He placed his hands over Hashirama's.

"I don't care if you lie or don't lie. I don't want to see you gone again," Hashirama said, kissing him on the lips. "But I have a surprise for you."

"And what would that be?" Madara asked.

A poof sounded and smoke appeared in the room. In place of Hashirama, Tobirama stood. Madara's eyes widened and he struggled.

"Y-you! No..No! Let go of me! Let go!" Madara angrily punched him.

"What a whore. I didn't even have to work to get you into bed. You weren't that bad of a fuck, I must admit, though."

Madara couldn't even make out words through his shock. He started shaking and screaming. "Let go of me!"

"No more kisses? I'm hurt. It was that easy to not only get into your pants but also make sure that you're in check. I still can't believe nii-san would go for you, though."

Madara's hands dropped to his sides and tears rolled down his cheeks. "But now you can say that you're experienced, right?"

"Fuck you! You..you.." Madara couldn't even get his words out. He elbowed him in the ribs. "I decided two days ago that I wouldn't hurt you, you son of a bitch. But you have crossed the fucking line." His Sharingan activated as he started to kick and punch Tobirama, not letting up even a little. "You asshole!"

Tobirama grabbed him by the neck and started to choke him. He lifted him up in the air by neck. Madara's hands went to Tobirama's hand while thrashing his legs around. Tobirama got hit by one of his kicks and went flying backwards. Madara ran out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of pants and was about to reach for his shirt before he crumpled to the floor. He was completely paralyzed- he couldn't even move. Tobirama walked inside and grabbed his clothes from the floor and dressed himself. "You're probably wondering how I got the chance to poison you. Before I fucked you, I coated my hand in poison. Luckily, I'm immune. It's not lethal. In fact, it will wear off in an hour or so."

Tears started running down Madara's cheeks and Tobirama snorted. "I didn't even have to work for it. Don't cry over losing your v-card. Nii-san is back in the village now. I'm leaving. You won't be moving for a while, so I'm unneeded. Good bye."

Do you guys hate me now? I feel bad for him in all honesty, and I'm the one who wrote it!