Of these Uchiha, the charm scares me. I'm not mad at Madara just like I wasn't mad at Izuna.
For Tobirama it was a question of dignity. A rebound, a continuous fight over who could grab Hashirama's attention.
Then, Tobirama had discovered that he loved his older brother only after Madara had appeared in their life. Only now that the Hokage paid more attention to a former rival rather than to his brother.
No, it wasn't possessiveness, wasn't it true that the value of people is truly seen after losing them?
While he walked briskly towards Madara's house, Tobirama had snorted unconvincedly. It was easy for Madara to steal Hashirama's attentions from him, but Tobirama had to spit blood to regain a minimum of consideration from his brother. And it would never end.
But… he couldn't stand having a hard cock all day anymore. Every time Madara passed by him, he when he watched him move or smelled him. Now it was happening too just by thinking about it.
Even though she had killed his brother, Madara had become his obsession. He sucked the life out of him, the thought of Madara forcing him to leave meetings to run off to masturbate in the bathroom.
Tobirama had blood in his eyes, if he was going to go this far now it was to avoid going crazy. But what the hell had Madara done to him? How dare he be reduced to a crawling insect with no backbone?
Tobirama had knocked, his hand had moved on its own. Slow movements on the other side of the door, little more than rustles. No one had asked who he is.
He had opened Madara himself. Well, he lived alone, who was he supposed to be? But Tobirama had to admit that he had been afraid of finding Hashirama there. But who the fuck was Madara to bend everyone to his charm?
"What do you want, Tobirama?" Madara's face had hardened without disturbing his muscles, his eyes had turned red.
Madara had in front of him the man who had torn away his last affection; Tobirama the one who would hate him forever.
The Sharingan's design was fused with Izuna's. Madara had always maintained immense dignity in his terrible pain, Tobirama had never seen him cry, scream or tear his hair. His hands had never trembled. And he was mad at him, damn it. Everyone made him angry. These Uchiha who seemed to have no emotions but were capable of generating a devastation of passion in others.
"Um…" Tobirama hadn't thought of what to say to convince him to leave the house. Damn him, Tobirama couldn't stand being held like this "During some work in the Senju lair, a tablet with illegible writing was found. It looks like a fragment of the Uchiha Stele. But only the Sharingan is able to decipher it, it could be a fake."
"I'm not necessary, anyone can do it."
Madara had pushed the door to close it in his face, but Tobirama had had time to put a foot in the middle. He had bitten his lower lip to hold back an exclamation of pain, Madara's strength had been remarkable despite barely moving.
"Hashirama is there, he is waiting for you" Tobirama was about to lose control, he was still trembling in front of Madara "he would like to keep the discovery secret at least until we know more."
"I'll be right there" Madara had closed the collar of his cloak and tightened his belt.
Here is the magic word: Hashirama. Now Tobirama was trembling with anger.
"We sent the workers away, Hashirama wanted to make sure that no one knew" Tobirama had had to invent yet another excuse to justify the absence of noises.
Madara looked at the entrance to the underground lair. The wind moved his thick hair, after the loss of Izuna a few white strands had appeared. The blue cloak moved, touching his ankles, his white, elegant feet. Pronounced veins were a characteristic of those who were physically strong.
Tobirama had swallowed dryly. Madara was impassive, impossible to understand whether he had bought Tobirama's excuses or not.
Then Madara decided to enter. Tobirama hated following him like a dog, but he couldn't escape Madara's charm.
"This way" Tobirama led him along the stone corridor lit by torches.
They went deep, the air was cold and smelled of damp. Tobirama had to make sure no one heard any sounds from outside. But he also had to be careful that his rapid breathing didn't sound too loud.
He had given way to Madara to let him enter the room first, being behind him was a cowardly move, but it was necessary.
While Madara looked around examining the deserted room, Tobirama had taken out the long red rope that he had in his pocket and that he had been caressing for a while. Madara would realize within moments that he had deceived him.
Tobirama had the rope around Madara's neck in an instant. Madara had sprinted, elbowed him in the stomach and managed to turn around. If Madara had looked at him, Tobirama would have been fried. Madara was about to turn around, Tobirama could already see the red in his eyes shining.
By now Madara was three quarters of the way, Tobirama tightened the rope.
With a lightning-fast gesture, Tobirama had slammed Madara against the bare wall, his skull having produced a dull thud. Madara growled, gritted his teeth, gripped Tobirama's wrist and was about to break it. Tobirama had a hand around his neck, he felt Madara's carotid artery throbbing. That's where he had to press.
"Bastard..." the word had died out in a gasp, and with it the red of the Sharingan.
Madara was collapsed on the floor, Tobirama was kneeling next to him.
Madara was beautiful, Tobirama freed his pale face from his hair. Madara breathed softly through parted lips; with trembling hands, Tobirama had opened his cloak. His breathing quickened as he caressed Madara's pecs, his pale skin was warm, his abs moved in time with his breathing.
Tobirama had stripped him completely, caressing Madara's long legs. He moved up him, towards his muscular buttocks.
Madara had let out a groan and Tobirama had been gripped by fear. He was waking up, we had to act quickly.
Tobirama had started to weave the red rope around Madara's body, he had immobilized his arms and legs. He stopped the rope by wrapping his cock in a cocoon, then passed the remaining rope between his buttocks.
A louder moan, Madara had opened his eyes. Tobirama had covered them with a bandage, just in case.
"Damn you" Madara had started growling again.
Tobirama had grabbed Madara by the torso to sling him over one shoulder, then stood up. Madara was firm and heavy; his skin was warm but cool on his buttocks, Tobirama felt it resting against his cheek. Tobirama's cock throbbed tightly in his pants.
Madara struggled to free himself, screamed, his long hair whipped Tobirama's back.
"You're an animal, Madara. Now you will get the trap you deserve."
Tobirama had carried Madara to the other side of the room, had hoisted him onto the chains that were once used to keep prisoners in place. Madara was hanging with his legs spread and his ass hanging in the air, he was struggling furiously, pieces of the wall were coming off.
"Don't waste your energy, Madara. No one will find you."
Tobirama had his cock out, Madara's buttocks being cut by the rope was driving him crazy. Tobirama had approached Madara's ass, with trembling fingers, he had removed the rope from between his buttocks. He had started licking his asshole, Tobirama could have reached orgasm only like this, with his face immersed between Madara's buttocks greedily inhaling his spicy scent. He stuck his tongue inside him, Madara's body was incandescent.
"You're a filthy worm, Tobirama."
"Shut up" Tobirama had clawed at his hips to pull him towards him "A free worm and a captive tiger"
Tobirama laughed, then got rid of the last of his clothes. He had taken Madara's hips in his arms to lower him onto his tense cock. Madara's ass had fallen to his belly, his cock buried in his white but hot flesh. Madara's body offered no resistance, it seemed to have a natural lubricant. Tobirama had imagined fucking him plenty of times, but he would never have said it was like this.
Tobirama had thrown his head back with a strangled grunt, the veins in his neck bulging. He forced his way inside Madara, his body jerking in his arms adding to his pleasure. Madara's skin popped upon contact with his. His craving for pleasure clouded his reason.
But that red pupil of his had freed itself, Tobirama's strong thrusts had moved the blindfold. Only one eye was enough, it was beautiful and Tobirama couldn't help but look at it.
Stop it, Tobirama. Untie the knots and take me down.
All right.
Tobirama's hands had stopped shaking to become delicate, the suddenly limp cock coming out of Madara. Looking blank, Tobirama had untied Madara and then lowered him to the floor.
You are very good, Tobirama. Now turn off the torches and come back here. Don't be afraid of the dark, I will guide you.
All right.
Tobirama was back like an automaton, Madara could see his stupid smile through the darkness.
All the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed.
No Tobirama, I just want to return the favor.
Tobirama had smiled again as he climbed onto the chains and tied himself. Madara manipulating his cock waiting for him was a divine sight.