Hello readers! This chapter is one of the most romantic chapters so far, so enjoy and review! Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics in Marvin Gaye.

Hashirama weaved through dancing students, savoring the success of the dance. Everyone was having fun, he was sure. Even Tobirama seemed to be having fun. He was twirling Izuna around, waltzing expertly. Since when was Tobirama good at waltzing?

"Tobi, when did you learn how to dance?" he shouted over the music. Tobirama looked over Izuna's shoulder and shrugged.

"It's not that hard to waltz, Onii-sama." He yelled back. Izuna turned around and gave him a flirty smile, before being twirled around again. "If you're looking for Madara san, she's dancing with a boy from your class, I think."

"How do you know he's from our class?"

"She chatted with him." Tobirama replied. Hashirama glanced at the way his brother looped his hand around Izuna's waist, and decided he was just being the third wheel.

"Have fun, you two." He called teasingly, and weaved through even more students, determined to find the elder Uchiha in the mass of moving people.

Tobirama stared after his brother, suddenly wishing he hadn't just left. Sure he was happy dancing with a flirty Izuna, but it made him nervous and jittery. The moment she had appeared in a blue dress that went down only to one fourth of the thigh and had fabric cut out at the waist, he realized he wasn't going to have a calm evening. Izuna had made a beeline for him and started chatting with him, like always, but today, he couldn't utter a single sentence without getting his attention drawn to the pale legs or the doe eyes or the fluttering eyelashes. Then Izuna suggested dancing, and Tobirama obliged without thinking everything through. Now he was trying hard not to feel aroused by the feeling of the younger Uchiha's bare waist.

"Ne, Tobirama, you think your brother will dance with Neesan?" Izuna asked suddenly. Tobirama purposefully ignored the way Izuna pressed against him because of the standard position of waltzing and replied honestly.

"Of course he would. He didn't take her to the dance, so of course he isn't satisfied."

"Neesan seemed a little angry last I saw her."

"Well, then. That's hope Onii-sama placates her, ne?"

"They can sort out their own problems." Izuna smiled, making Tobirama's heart missed a beat. The slow music ended, and fast, pounding music blasted out the speakers.

"Looks like it's disco time now." Izuna murmured, her head only centimeters from his chest. Tobirama eagerly released Izuna, relieved. Thank Kami he didn't have to hold Izuna's waist anymore. Not that he didn't like it though.

"Let's dance, then." Tobirama suggested. Izuna immediately swayed and nodded to the music, enjoying herself and beckoning him to do the same. Tobirama immediately followed without hesitation.

After pushing away about a dozen crazily dancing students, Hashirama found Madara near the snack bar, sipping punch and munching on cookies.

"You're not into fast dancing, are you?" Hashirama asked, staring at the way Madara's cheeks puffed out. She was cute, extremely cute.

"I don't like loud music." Madara replied a-matter-of-factly. She gulped down the rest of her punch and leaned against the wall, watching the crowd. Hashirama leaned beside her, watching her instead. The music was Marvin Gaye, and she was swaying slightly to the music. The couples in the crowd were already grinding each other feverishly, and some students were dancing around their crushes. He spied Sasuke kissing Naruto forcefully on the dance floor, ignoring everyone else's (especially the fangirls') stares. Neji was hugging his cousin Hinata, earning himself an envious look from Kiba.

"Okay, this is unexpected…I didn't expect the MV to become reality!" Hashirama thought incredulously. He longed to hold Madara the way Sasuke was now holding Naruto, but he was sure Madara wouldn't appreciate that. Suddenly, Madara pressed against him, her slightly spiky hair gently grazing his chin.

"Let's dance, Senju." She commanded. Hashirama stared at her, surprised but delighted.

"Why all of a sudden?"

"I don't want to look awkward standing upright and stiff." Madara replied with a blush on her face, which Hashirama felt had nothing to do with the make-up. He nodded in understanding, and started to whirl her around. As the music played on, he felt his self-control slip slowly, bit by bit. At first, he only held both of Madara's hands, but now he dared circle one arm around her soft waist. Madara didn't protest, surprisingly (probably because of the song, which was quite sexy and suggestive), and leaned against his chest. Hashirama was going crazy with the scent of her body that smelled sweet, and he wondered for a brief moment what she would taste like. He let the other arm slide down as well, and leaned his head on her bare left shoulder. He stared at her neck, fighting the urge to open his mouth and mark her as his.

"What are we doing?" Madara murmured against his chest. Hashirama shrugged. As selfish as it sounded, he wanted her to remain like this, confused and clingy. The time Madara got what she was doing was the time this would be all over. He was aware that people had started staring at them, but he didn't care. He held her and danced to the music, listening to the lyrics of the song.

Whoa
There's loving in your eyes
That pulls me closer
(ooh, it pulls me closer)
It's so subtle
(it's so subtle)
I'm in trouble
(I'm in trouble)
But I'd love to be in trouble with you

Slowly, Hashirama ran his hand along Madara's hair, which was surprisingly soft. Madara's arms went up to his back, pulling herself closer to him. They were grinding against each other, but neither one minded.

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on
Ooh, baby, I got that healing that you want, yeah
Like they say it in the songs
Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

Finally, his last bit of self-control snapped. He pressed his lips against Madara's long-anticipated lips, surprisingly synchronizing with the end of the song. Madara didn't pull away, so he lingered a few more seconds, enjoying the soft texture before reluctantly letting go. He then pressed his forehead against hers and uttered the words he had wanted to say for a long, long time.

"I love you, Madara."

What he didn't expect was Madara shoving him away. He opened his eyes in confusion, only to meet Madara's tearful eyes.

"No, Hashirama, no…"