Chapter 1
It was purely by chance that he heard that Tobirama was seen walking near the border, and he was curious. What he didn't expect was his rival lying unconscious in the grass. He could kill him, but he had a better idea. Tobirama, as his true equal, was the Senju heir and had a lot of useful information on the Senju. So he took him hostage.
The first thing he noticed when lifting the Senju was that Tobirama was light, when he put his over his shoulder he could feel the other’s ribs poking him in the shoulder. How was he strong when he was just skin and bones? He took the White Demon home and fastened some cuffs on his wrist, reducing his chakra. He knew his rival was a natural sensor, and he was not cruel enough to cut off his chakra and sensing completely, just enough to not be a danger to his clan. He harboured some reluctant respect towards his rival even when he disliked the man.
“ You weren't kidding…” Hikaku mumbled when they entered the room. Madara, for his part, was silent, the dom looking at the two men having a conversation over the unconscious Senju, he didn't care enough to listen. Tobirama Senju, Hashirama’s younger brother, the Senju heir and a very, very dominant dom was lying there on the futon, oblivious to his surroundings.
“ Let’s leave him for now…he must be very exhausted if he hasn't woken up yet…” The two men looked at him before following his suggestion, but Madara stayed behind, looming over the sleeping dom. He took a step closer, activating his Sharingan. The albino was thin, he had heavy eye bags, and his breathing was faint. Was he dying? Is that why he was lying in the grass? Did he try to hide that he was…no, that didn't make any sense. Madara scanned the man again before leaving the room.
The next day, Izuna made some breakfast for himself and his rival. He opened the door to the room where they kept the Senju and looked down at the white-haired man. He was still lying in bed, his eyes shut. When he got closer, he shook him and red lifeless eyes, the color of brilliant rubies, gazed down at the bed sheet, not paying him any attention. He was given the duty of feeding Tobirama. He ordered the man to get up and eat, but the red eyes kept their gaze on the White sheet. Feeling frustrated at the lack of cooperation, he grabbed the man by his nape. The albino, to his horror, whines cutely and lays his head on Izuna’s leg, like a submissive. He got up, the albino and food slipping to the ground as he left the room in anger.
“ There is no way in hell I'll believe you!” Madara hissed at his brother’s theatrics.
“Then see for yourself!” His brother screeched back. Flustered from his discovery.
No way was battlefield strong Senju Tobirama a submissive. He kept the clan in tip-top shape when Hashirama was gone. And on top of that, the Senju clan was super old fashioned, and submissives were only allowed to do the washing, garnering and cooking, simple household chores not leading a whole clan. The view of submissives the Senju had was the biggest point of contention he and Hashirama had and the main reason peace will never work. He will not subject the submissives of his clan to the Senju ideology of them, subs were equal to doms and switches in wisdom and strength.
When he got into the room, Tobirama was still lying in the bed, this time his back facing the door. They didn't lock him in a cell since the rest of the clan was either afraid of the Senju White Demon or wanted him dead, so he was safer in the head family's home. He crouched down next to the submissive and touched the nape. A soft, broken pur escaped the albino’s lips and Madara, as if on instinct, collected him into his lap and put the sub's head on his shoulder. He felt his shoulder getting wet. “ Good boy, good boy…shhh it's ok…” He hushed the crying sub, who shook his head. “It’s ok, you’re ok…” he tried, but the sub started shaking uncontrollably. Madara’s blood boiled, he saw his fair share of subs in distress, but that usually only if they came from a particularly hard mission or after one of their loved ones died on the field protecting their clan. Whoever made this submissive this distress will receive the wrath of the Uchiha.
He never saw a sub in such distress, in such bad conditions, and not only was Tobirama shaky, he was also thin, way too thin, he could feel every bump of his spine under his palm. He was also sickly pale, his eyes looked lifeless as if he was dying, he must be close to starving and was possibly dehydrated. “Tobirama, I will only leave for a short minute to get you food. I’ll be right back…” The sub shook his head and hugged him harder.
“Do-don’t… leave me-e…. too…” The sub in his lap cried, and Madara didn’t have the heart to tell him no. But he also needed to get him food. He was silently contemplating on what to do when Hikaku appeared in the doorway, shocked at the scene.
“I, I … he really is a submissive…” He got closer. Ah, Izuna must have told him as well. Madara could only nod numbly at the statement. Hikaku kneeled down next to them, unsure of what to do. The switch carefully brushed Tobirama’s hair, the submissive violently shuddered at the touch. “He…he’s…”
“A very poorly treated submissive…” Madara uttered.
“Do, do you need anything?” Hikaku asked softly.
“Food and water, he hadn’t had any in a while, but I can’t leave him…” Madara patted Tobirama’s back, trying to soothe him, only for a muffled cry to escape the albino’s lips.
“I’ll go make some in your kitchen…” Hikaku breathed, leaving the room. Every Uchiha knew that mistreating a submissive was a taboo, nearly as much of a taboo as taking Uchiha’s eyes.
“Who did this to you, precious?” He didn’t expect an answer.
“Anija…” The submissive sniffed.
“Why…” Madara knew, knew damn well how Hashirama felt about subs, but this was his brother. His only living brother, the brother he wanted to build a village for, and he exiled him for such a stupid reason.
“…was…bad…” Tobirama cried.
“ I…were you thrown out because you’re a sub?” He got a hesitant nod. This wasn’t all, was it? Tobirama was a very level-headed person, some described him as cold even, but how was a man like that reduced to a crying mess in Madara’s lap? “Don’t worry, you won’t be thrown out for being a sub here…” The albino whimpered. “ Don't worry, precious, you'll be safe with me…” He got a tiny broken pur, more of a confirmation that Tobirama was a submissive as only a submissive could pur.
Feeding Tobirama wasn’t easy, he refused the food, and it took both Madara and Hikaku to make him eat just a small portion, as he spat the porridge back in the bowl. It was alarming on the small amount he ate, but that's something they'll have to tackle in the future. It seemed that Tobirama got back to his senses as he wiggled out of Madara’s hold and continued to slap away their hands every time they reached out to him. It was a hard thing to witness a submissive rejecting affection, but Madara had to rationalise it with the fact that Tobirama was likely not used to this sort of thing.
“I have to finish up work. would you mind looking after him?” He softly asked Hikaku. It was a bit painful leaving a sub in distress, he wanted to cuddle the man and assure him everything will be alright but the albino rejected affection quite strongly.
“Of course! I’ll try and take care of him.” Hikaku gave him a shoulder pat. “ It will be ok, Madara…He’s safe with us.”
Madara was annoyed, he knew there would be a lot of trouble when the elders found out about the White Demon being caught. At first they demanded his head. Thankfully, they had enough sense to shut up when Madara revealed to them that Tobirama was a submissive- a very traumatised submissive. And by old clan rules, of course, these old coots knew the ancient laws. It was Madara’s job to take care of the submissive, but he already planned on doing so. At least they didn't argue with him too much over this.
When Madara returned home, he saw Hikaku in the kitchen, his face buried in his hands. When Madara asked about Tobirama, the switch explained that Izuna had come home and decided to cuddle up to the submissive. A little hopeful that Tobirama might calm down and allow them to hold him, he entered the room just to find Izuna holding a hissing submissive. His cheek was scratched and bloody, possibly from the sub's rejection and retaliation for unwanted touch. Unlike Hikaku or Madara, Izuna didn't listen to Tobirama’s wishes and cuddled the submissive against his will. “Izuna, let him go.” But his brother growled and snuggled the submissive closer as the white-haired man hissed and clawed at him, trying to wiggle out of his grip, without success. “Izuna!” He used his dominant voice, and Izuna let go of the hissing sub, who retreated to the corner, shaking and staring angrily at them. “Now let me see your cheek…” Madara was the dom of the clan; every dom was under his leadership and listened to him, and his brother was no exception.
“He needs it, Aniki!” He whined back before letting out a pained hiss as Madara cleaned the scars. Thankfully, they weren't too deep and would heal completely.
“I'm aware, but we can't force it on him.” Izuna had a point, but Madara was also aware that their touches weren't welcome. it hurt him physically to not be able to comfort the distressed sub, but that was out of his control. for now they have to give Tobirama space. “We need to give him time to accept help and affection …Now I'll make dinner and then we can go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”
“Fine, but I'll stay here and keep an eye on him…” They looked at the corner where the submissive cowere,d and Madara gave his brother a nod and walked into the kitchen. Hikaku decided to stay over and eat dinner with them. As the three Uchiha finished their plates, the brother decided to try to feed the sub while Hikaku bathed. When they made him eat another worryingly small portion, it was Izuna’s turn to bathe before Madara tried to bathe both himself and the albino. The bathroom was a mess, but at least the sub was cleaned and clothed in one of Madara’s softest sleeping yukatas.
They lay in Madara’s big bed, The Uchiha clan heads usually had a big bed for situations like this. Tobirama was in the middle with Madara on his left side and the other two on his right. He laid still, Madara wasn't sure if it was shock or if he had finally calmed down, but it was miles better than his usual thrashing and hissing. Taking it as a win and the clan head dozed off.
Madara woke up to the feeling of the empty space where the submissive should have been, he looked around and spotted Hikaku and Izuna, who were in deep slumber. Panicked, he started searching for the albino. His heart thundered as he searched through his home, not knowing where the submissive was. Thoughts racing to the worst case scenario, Tobirama wasn’t well in any sense of the word, he was in very dangerous stages of fainting, and mentally he was even a bigger mess, he couldn’t strung full sentences and from what he heard from Hashirama and others that had the pleasure of talking to Tobirama he was very eloquent with his words. Exiting his house, he located the submissive quickly as he was walking to the gates, and Madara made a mad dash to the submissive, stopping right before him. He tried to pull him closer, but the sub pushed back. “Tobirama, why are you out here? Come back to bed…”
“Home…I…I want to go home…” The submissive sniffed.
“That's what we're doing. Would you like to drink some tea to sleep better?” He tried to coax the younger back into the clan head home, but the submissive tried to push him away.
“No…I want to go home!” He cried.
“This is your home…”He replied with sorrow in his voice, gently patting the sub's neck, which finally managed to soothe the reluctant albino enough to let him guide the sub's head to lay on his shoulder. The man let out a whiny no as tears fell on the fabric of Madara’s sleeping yukata. “Come, let me brew you some tea, and we'll go back to sleep. How's that?” The man shook his head, but Madara made up his mind and gently lifted the man and carried him home. Tobirama went limp in his arm, he was still softly crying on his shoulder. Madara heated the tea and made sure the younger’s cup wasn't too hot. The old lady in the market suggested lavender tea, nice and mild, to help with sleep. He waited for the albino to drink as much as he wanted before carrying him to the bed.
When they lay down, Tobirama was twitchy and shaky, as thick tears streamed down his face. The more they tried to snuggle him, the more the submissive wiggled and pushed them away. All Tobirama allowed them was laying in the same bed, no hugging, nothing. Submissives were affectionate by nature and enjoyed being touched and cuddled, it was very alarming when a submissive rejected affection. It broke Madara’s heart. What did Hashirama do to him? He didn't eat much either, which was worrying, but he didn’t dare to force the man to eat more than he could in fear of upsetting his stomach. It worried Madara a lot to see a submissive this closed off.
When he looked down at Tobirama’s sleeping form, the man was still shaking, but at least he slept. Even when he was surrounded by the 3 strongest Uchiha, who were ready to show him as much affection as humanly possible, he rejected it and cried. When they assured him he’d be protected and taken care of, he shook violently with big, fat tears in his eyes. Madara wiped away a tear. “ Anija…” He cried out as he nuzzled closer to Madara’s chest. He hated the look on the man's sleeping face. He was one of the Senju’s strongest shinobi, and in Madara’s arms, he was weak, crying and inconsolable at times. The submissive wanted to return to the Senju, he missed the same people who exiled him for who he was.