Hey guys! I wrote a chapter. I'm sick, so I might have time to write tomorrow if I don't go to school.

When Madara woke up, he could see that there was no light streaming in from his window. His muscles ached and there were rings of bruises around his wrists and ankles from the shackles. His bottom lip was swollen once again from the scab being reopened multiple times from both the gag and being thrown around. He pushed himself up so that he was sitting up right. He pulled back the curtains and looked outside. The moon as slowly lowering itself behind the faroff mountains, meaning that it had to be early in the morning. He stood up and flicked the lights on. He did the same in the hall and downstairs in the living area.

Madara picked up a chair that had been knocked over and started to fix up the house. He didn't need to, but he preferred a clean living space and also it kept his thoughts at bay. He was the only Uchiha in the village now, so what exactly did that mean? Why did Butsuma even bother keeping him alive when it would be so much easier to just kill him? When the living area looked to be somewhat kept, he moved on to the kitchen, picking anything up several jars and placing them in order on the counter and sweeping up any dirt on the floor.

Light was shining in through his windows. He yawned and put the broom back where it was supposed to go before walking back into the living room. He jumped as he seen someone standing by the door. "Hashirama! You scared the hell out of me!"

"You're up early."

"Am I?"

"I brought you breakfast. I know that your kitchen skills need work," he teased with a wink.

"You mean I don't get to cause a fire this morning? I'm disappointed."

Hashirama let out a laugh and put a hand on top of Madara's already messed up hair and ruffled it before walking into the kitchen and placing the basket on the table. Madara walked over and picked it up, placing it in a microwave to heat it up.

"Madara, we need to have a talk."

"Haven't we already?"

"Madara.."

"After I eat," he grumbled, taking the plate out of the microwave. He started eating, and when he was done, he started to wash the dish.

"Tobi mentioned something odd, and I wanted to ask you about it."

"What did he...mention?"

"Oh, it wasn't more than a sentence, but..something about, uh, your appeal."

"So basically, you're telling me that your brother is also a pervert."

"Be serious with me."

"Fine. Nothing happened."

"He also said that 'you haven't told me yet' when I didn't understand. What haven't you told me?"

"That damn Senju. He.. Oh, god."

"Did he..?"

"Yes."

"Did he push himself on to you?"

"No. It wasn't like that. He used a jutsu. He looked like you. Exactly like you. Your voice, even your personality, was mimicked perfectly." Madara clenched his teeth as he dried the plate. He placed it back in the basket, but didn't make eye contact with Hashirama. "I didn't know until he released the jutsu afterwards."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Tobirama is to you as Izuna is to me. Family bonds are close. I didn't want you to hate me, okay!"

"Indeed Tobi is my baby brother, and I do care greatly for him, but I love you. I would never hate you." Hashirama walked over and wrapped his arms around Madara, placing his chin on his shoulder. Madara let out a small sigh of relief and relaxed in his arms. Hashirama tiled his face so that his mouth was by Madara's ear. "If I hit on you right now, would I have any chance?"

Madara rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Who knows?"

"I'll take my chances," Hashirama said, kissing him on the neck gently. His hands slipped down so that his fingers were entwined with Madara's. He spun him around and smashed their lips together. Hashirama put his hands under Madara's thighs and lifted him up. Madara wrapped his legs around Hashirama's waist and held on to his shoulders. Hashirama started up the stairs.

"Don't drop me," Madara teased. Hashirama winked and carried him into his room and straddled him on Madara's bed.

"Hashirama, wait."

"Yes?"

"You should be angry at me rather wanting to have sex. I don't..understand."

"Madara, you didn't do anything wrong. I want to show you just how I feel for you. If you're not comfortable, then-"

"No, Hashirama, it's not that. I.." His face turned red in a blush. "I would love to have sex with you. But I don't understand why now."

Hashirama place his hand on Madara's cheek. "I thought I wasn't going to see you again after yesterday. I was scared. Madara, now is for sure, but the future isn't so clear."

Madara nodded, satisfied with the response. He put his hands on the back of Hashirama's head and pushed their lips together.

An hour later, Hashirama's arm was wrapped around Madara's waist lazily and they were lying together. "I can't stay for much longer, Madara. I have to leave soon."

Madara frowned and pulled away. He took his clothes and started dressing himself. "Where do you have to go?"

"Border patrol. I believe that we're going to be going back to the Senju village pretty soon since it's a waste of man-power to be here. At least, that is what my father said."

"How far is the Senju camp?"

"About a 2 days walk from here. Cut that in half if you have a group of chakra users."

"How did you get to the woods when we were younger, then?"

"It was moved to a place with better security."

Hashirama pulled on his clothes and pulled Madara close to him, kissing him on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Of course. Be safe, Hashirama. I-" he hesitated. "I will see you later."