Chapter 3
Tobirama waited for the Uchiha to fall asleep, he lay there with his eyes closed, pretending to sleep. He needed to escape and get back home, get the cuffs off and beg Hashirama for forgiveness. So he waited an hour or two to slip out of Madara’s grip. The dominant well tone arms were strong but Tobirama knew how to escape out of many confidences and this one was one of them. Slowly and strategically he moved down and finally he was free.
He slowly made his way through the house, vary of any sounds he'd make before he sprinted to the gates. He was almost there when he was tugged back by arms around his waist. Tobirama gritted his teeth.
“Where do you think you're going?” The dominant asked in a cheery.
“Tobirama, why are you running around at this hour of the night…” Another voice asked. Madara came to his and Izuna’s side, with a very tired look in his eyes. “Come, let's get some tea and go back to bed.” He hummed when Izuna handed Tobirama to him. He rearranged him in a bridal position and they walked back, much to Tobirama’s frustration. Madara heated up some of that tea, which made him drowsy. And he was back, back to point one of his escape plan, but now he felt drowsy and his eyelids kept closing.
The next morning he woke up with something around his neck, he opened his eyes and touched the object, his eyes widening. There was a fucking collar around his neck. He started to pull on it but it didn't budge. It also had an annoying little Uchiha moon dangling from it. The arms around his waist tightened and he felt a puff of air on his nape.
“You won't get that off, it's a special collar for misbehaving submissives like you!” Izuna snickered at the submissive's antics. After Madara told him how Tobirama tried to bite through his handcuff, he suggested a special collar, at first his brother was hesitant but with Hikaku's reasoning, not only is it a safer option but also that the submissive might like it. Usually, a collar meant something very intimate, like trust and belonging but in this case, it was more practical. He picked a deep blue collar and added seals in golden sealing ink. Not only was it practical but also pretty and he knew quite a few submissives who would love to wear such a collar. “You'll have to get used to it if you keep trying to run away.” And the collar suited him, maybe in the future they'd get him a normal collar.
Tobirama gritted his teeth and kicked behind him, he smiled a little when the Uchiha made an oof sound and the arms around him disappeared. He sat up and made his way to the edge of the bed to climb out before he was promptly caught by the dominant again. “Let go of me! I have to pee!” He tried to make an excuse, but he also needed to pee. And Madara’s bathroom had a small window he could squeeze trough and escape.
“4 minutes, a second longer and I'll kick the door down!” Izuna said in a deep voice before letting him go, they both stared at each other as Tobirama made his way to Madara’s personal bathroom and slammed the door.
His escape plan was soon forgotten when the windows were chained shut. So he gave up and decided to do what he said he would. When he got out in 3 minutes Izuna awaited him by the door. “Now that that's done we're going to eat, tell me what would you like to eat?”
“Nothing, fuck off!” He walked away. He wanted to escape again but he had no such luck as Izuna bolted in front of him to block his way.
“My brother might be gentle but I'm not, so tell me Tobirama, what do you want to eat?” He asked in a gentle yet firm tone. But Tobirama ignored him and walked around him. Izuna hugged him from behind. “Tobirama, you will listen to me! Now I'll ask you this one more time, what will you eat?” When the submissive kicked him again he had enough and rolled him into the blanket and hugged him, keeping him in place. The submissive trashed around, trying to slip out of his grip. He was sure Tobirama would stop soon, but oh was he wrong. An hour in and the albino showed no signs of stopping.
“Could you stop wiggling so much?” Izuna whined.
“Like you wouldn't want to do the same in my position!” Tobirama sniffed, finally stopping.
“What do you mean?” Izuna lifted a brow. He didn't understand what the sub meant. They were treating him well, he was getting a lot of affection, food and sweet reassuring words, that's what most subs wanted and deserved. Tobirama needed it, Izuna never saw a submissive fading, only heard about it from his father, and how a submissive fading meant the dom failed at taking care of them. Knowing the Senju and how they view submissives, Tobirama must have been suffering for a long time since when he found him, he was in the later stages of fading.
“Being a prisoner in enemy territory…” He tried to kick Izuna but his efforts were in vain. As much as they tried to deny it, he was a prisoner. People constantly kept watch on him, his chakra was partly sealed with these cuffs. He was forced to eat whatever they gave him, what he hated the most was that they kept reminding him of his weakness, how the lack of attention could kill him.
“You are not a prisoner!” He was fed up with this attitude. If he was a prisoner he'd be tied up and in a cell, sleeping on a small cold bed, not in a big, soft bed.
“Then let me go! Let me go home!”
“Oh for Kami's sake, you are home! This is your home!”
“Nooooo!” The submissive screeched at the top of his lungs. “The Senju are my home if they forgive me or not!”
“Forgive you for what?” Izuna climbed on top of the cocoon. What did he need forgiveness for?
“For lying…”He sniffed, ashamed to be born like this, the weakest of the weak, the dynamic that needed attention unless they wanted to die a miserable, painful and slow death. His father often demeaned him for being already born defective and weak.‘You better not present as a bitch!’ and Hashirama used it on him ’...a worthless little bitch like you…‘ His clan didn't like subs, they were weak and stupid, defenceless and only good for household work. Why was he a submissive, when both of his parents were dominants and Hashirama was a dominant and yet here he was a pathetic sub, another defect on his long list. He was afraid of presenting as a submissive and when he did he cried. He started to watch his back and started to train harder to show his worth. But he was still a submissive, a weakling. He should have died in the forest, but fate was a cruel woman and now he was a prisoner to the Uchiha. He hiccuped as big fat tears swell in his eyes.“I lied to my brother that I wasn't a bitch. A useless, pathetic bitch.”
Izuna couldn't believe his ears. He heard people in the capital call submissives this word. And he loathed it, submissive were the ones who opened their heart, whose presence alone was a sign of comfort. They were the glue that kept the doms and switches sane, their cute purs were music to any dom's ears. “WHO?” Who did this to him? Tobirama finally stopped wiggling and looked him in the eyes, not saying a word. “Was it Hashirama?” The submissive didn't verbally answer but averted his eyes. “What did he do?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because you're still fading!”
“Shouldn't you be happy that I'm dying?”
“NO!” He roared, making the submissive shake harder. “Why should I?”
“Because we're enemies!”
“Not anymore! We were enemies but now you’re part of my clan!” The submissive shook his head harder as tears started to escape his eyes.
“Izuna?” Madara’s deep voice called for him. Madara entered his chambers with Hikaku in tow. “I have to talk to you a bit…in private.”
Izuna nodded, claiming off the bed and following his brother into the study.
“I received an escort mission for a noble family. And they asked for the highest ranked Uchiha for this…”
“I see…who did you pick?”
“You, Hikaku and Hanami…I would do it myself but…” He looked in the direction of the chambers.
“Of course, take care of him.”
“I will.” Madara tried to assure him.
“You really have to take care of him, he is…he is a mess, aniki!” A stubborn, crying mess. His loyalty to the Senju would be admirable if it wasn't for the shape the sub was in, it was their doing, their fault Tobirama was the way he was. Not only emotionally but physically, he was dying.
“I know Izuna, I really do…”
Madara was at the gates with the escort team, he gave them heartfelt goodbyes and words of encouragement before making his way home. He passed the market looking over all the beautiful things and fresh food. Buying some berries and a small stuffed wolf for Tobirama. Submissives usually loved such gifts, cute little stuffed toys they could cuddle in their sleep. The submissive didn't ask or even say anything to him but Madara saw the wolf and instantly thought of the submissive, both were white, fluffy and cute even if their expression conveyed anger. He tried to coax the submissive to come along, to walk with him a little he even offered a deep blue yukata but got rejected. He understood somewhat, that Tobirama still considered them enemies and would feel humiliated at walking outside in the compound with a collar with the Uchiwa hanging off it. The symbol of a clan he was taught to hate and fear.
He washed the berries and put them in a bowl. With the bowl in one hand and the wolf in the other, he made his way to his chambers. Getting closer to the bed he saw the submissive lie by the footboard. Pouting at him, probably unhappy that he returned so fast. His pout turned into a mean frown as he got closer, the brilliant red eyes shining in the soft light coming through the curtains, painting a beautiful scene he wished he could capture with his Sharingan. A gentle laugh escaped his lips, which made Tobirama angrier. Shaking his head he presented the submissive with the stuffed “Apologies, Precious, you just look so alike!”
“I'm not a child!” He huffed looking the wolf over in his hands.
“Of course not. I would never.” He climbed on the bed behind the submissive. “I know you don’t like our affection, so I got you a substitute.” He carefully dragged the submissive to himself with one arm while holding the clay bowl full of berries. “He's cute isn't he and soft as well!” He lay the submissive's head on his broad chest and wrapped his free arm around the way too-slim waist.
“Yet you still do it!” The submissive bellowed at him.
“You need it…you deserve it, Precious!” He placed the bowl next to them and grabbed some berries for Tobirama. He pressed them to the pink lips and the submissive accepted after a while.
“I'm not weak!”
“Nobody said you were.” Madara tried to reason but it made Tobirama angry and he threw the wolf on the floor, trying to escape.
“Then don't treat me like a bitch!” he showed against Madara’s grip, which loosened at his words. He joined the wolf on the floor.
“Tobirama!” Madara quickly put the bowl on the nightstand and jumped to help the albino up. “Don't use that word.”
“Then don't treat me as one!” He scooted away.
“Tobirama, I'm treating-”
“As the weak, pathetic bitch I am!” He threw the wolf at Madara as tears started to stream down his face.
Madara caught the wolf before it could hit his face. He saw the hurt in Tobirama’s eyes, the trembling and crying. It made Madara sad, he used to see Tobirama as an emotionless killing machine when in reality he was a hurt, mistreated submissive. Madara quickly pulled the crying albino into his embrace. Putting the wolf to the pale chest and wrapping his arms around the crying form. Staying like this until he couldn't hear anymore sobs or hiccups. Tobirama cried himself to sleep again.