Uchiha Madara’s POV
The moment I walk into the Demon’s lab, I know something’s wrong - off.
The table has slid, papers are out of place - flung across the desk? - the usually neatly placed teacup is canted, knocked diagonal…
His chair has been knocked sideways.
(Alright, if something happened to him, Hashirama would know, right? If Hashirama knows, why would he send me with his lunch?)
I advance a few steps in, and a low, rumbling growl reverebrates through the air.
“Go. Away. Anija!” His growl is even, but his statement is…
(Why does he sound breathless? It’s almost…strained.)
My eyes narrow, and it only takes a moment for me to find him in the (still, slightly orderly) mess. His chakra almost glows, and he’s curled up in a ball in the corner, behind some shelving.
(Odd. Why would he hide in his lab? His lab is supposed to be where he hides already, right? Al tucked away and locked up tight and whatever else.)
“I’m flattered and all-”
“Go. Away.” He snarls away, then gasps quietly, and I frown harder.
(That sounded like he’s in pain.)
I walk over, and he growls again. It might’ve scared somebody else - a weaker man, a real-er man. Finally, i lean against the edge of the shelves and hold the take-out bag out in front of him. The White Demon pants quietly, his breath sounding heavy in his lungs, and that’s all there is to be heard for a moment.
“Why are you being so fucking stubborn!?” He begins to move as I snort, but as I long, pale arm appears, grabbing the edge of the shelving, I begin to doubt the reason I was sent here. “I said to go away-”
“You sounded like you were in pain.” I mutter, watching as part of his naked upper torso appears - and he lets out another low, from-the-chest noise. “How am I supposed to hear that and not think that you’re in pain?”
“I’m fine!” Tobirama snaps at me, I growl at him angrily, but it’s not as deep, not as scary as his was, and I’m left floundering as he steps out in only his undergarments! I feel heat rise to my face as I step back, but he grabs my belt- “You want to come in here, you want to disturb me so badly?-”
“I thought you were in pain!” I insist, digging my heels in, my belt strains, but I’m only using my weight, dropping it against the belt, and I can see Tobirama straining already.
(Maybe he is in pain? What was he doing in here anyway? Those stupid jutsu of his certainly have weird effects-)
“Either come here or get out.” He snarls, I blink in surprise, but stop straining, and let him pull me.
As Tobirama snores softly against my throat, I gently raise my thigh, allowing his hips to work slightly harder against the armored plates he couldn’t quite rip off me in his desperate and clearly addled state.
(What the fuck was he working on in here?)
I card my fingers through his hair, gently undoing the knots as I go, letting him hump my leg through the messy blankets in his sleep. I sigh deeply as he suddenly pitches a soft whine - one I recognize far too well - and I gently pull his face up.
“Wha-” He rouses, just enough, and I place a gentle, chaste kiss against his lips.
(Oh. Oh, very Suiton-natured.)
“Ah!” Tobirama melts into me, his hips stuttering as a humid, heavy, slick heat pools over the blankets between us. “M-Ma-”
“Go to sleep, you silly Senju.” I murmur, tucking his face back against my neck, he pants softly there, and his hands bite into my waist. “You needn’t worry about this anymore.”
“B-but-”
“I will handle this, Senju.” I begin to play with his hair again, and he lets out another pleased sigh, his hips stuttering against my thigh yet again. “Go to sleep. Maybe you’ll have slept this off by the time you’ll wake up next.”
“I doubt it.” He obliges me anyway, settling in against me heavily, and letting out those soft, tender snores as his hips grind against the wet blankets and my sticky armor.
(When I get my hands on Hashirama, Mito-hime with have to mop up whatever’s left for his funeral.)
I click my tongue quietly, still working through the knots in Tobirama’s hair as he peacefully slept against me. His spend cooling between us rapidly, uncomfortably.
I pull a small slip of paper, easily scratching out a small question for Izuna in our family - not clan, too many people, but family - code, then using a secret jutsu to burn it. Tobirama sighs in his sleep, beginning to rut against my thigh again softly, and I roll my eyes quietly at him before I can help it. I recall a few of the better-wrote scenes in a few of the worse-wrote novels Izuna left lying around, and reach down. Instead of grasping his cock, I grasp Tobirama’s balls, and he lets out a mewl.
Like a kitten.
Something dark, something heavy suddenly settles in my chest.
(Leaving your little brother like this is unacceptable - especially when you’re a medic!)
I reach down with my other hand, abandoning his soft hair, but grasping his cock in my free hand. He gives me that tender mewl again, and gently ruts into my grip, leaking all over my hands and gloves and even my sleeves.
(He’s a mess! How could anyone ignore this?!)
I let out a low, in-my-chest rumble, letting the smallest amount of my tongue slip free to taste those pink, pink lips of his. He opens his mouth again to sigh, and I catch a little bit of his teeth, but by the gods, blueberries have never tasted so sweet.
“Mine.” I rumble against his lips, then I gently begin the downstroke, and Tobirama wakes up with a gasp.
“Madara!” He grasps my hair, knees squeezing my hips, “M-Madara!”
“Yeah?” I stroke up, squeezing his balls gently, and he almost screams, “Does that feel good?”
“MADARA!”
“Senju~” I sing in his ear, he grumbles and moves to the right, I smirk and blow a small breath of air against the tip of his nose.
Too-bright red eyes snap open immediately.
“What?” He snaps,
(Cranky in the morning… Noted.)
“Breakfast.” Izuna states dryly behind me, he immediately reaches down between us, as if for the blanket - which I already tucked up around his chest. He blinks rather cutely as he finds the position we’re in.
Then he scrambles madly backward as he sees my tits.
“Did you know,” Izuna purrs, his kimono - a woman’s kimono - opened up to show hisentire front, filled out fundoshi and all. “That your ‘Anija’ decided to play matchmaker after your precious little students blabbed about your crush on Madara-san?”
“What?!” Tobirama snarls, but it’s confused, soft, tired, and his cock is filling out under me rather nicely. “That’s ridiculous-!”
“Then what’s wrong with you?” I lean forward, my chest-bindings re-tied, my breasts as pushed up as they can be - as accentuated as they can be - and Tobirama turns a rather lovely shade of scarlet. “Why haven’t you gone to Konoha General Hospital yet? Why-”
“Oh, yes, let’s just infect everyone-”
“Because my sister looks so very infected.” Izuna smirks wickedly, Tobirama bristles like a cat, “Admit it. Your brother got so tired of your pining, he poisoned you with an aphrodisiac and threw a clanhead at you!”
“If I wanted to sleep with someone, I very well could!”
“You want more than that, though,” I smirk, slamming my hands down next to his shoulders, and he jumps massively, his arms giving out from under him as I lean down over his face. “You want more than one night with me, don’t you Senju Tobirama?”
“And why are you even entertaining that idea!?” Comes the enraged snarl, “You hate me-”
“Says who?” I drawl, then calmly flip my hair over my shoulder, my otouto snickers quietly at the handsign I threw him behind my back, but gets the message.
(It’s time for me to ‘gather intel’, otouto!)
“Where are you going!? Izuna!Izuna!” Tobirama calls desperately, I grab his chin, pulling his face back to mine, and his eyes are wide, dilated so hard barely any of that lovely red shows.
“Are you going to tell me who said I hate you?” I drawl, my free hand trailing up his stomach, “Or do I have to, hm…shall I say,”
I click my tongue quietly, then the door locks, and Tobirama grabs my wrist.
I smile as my hand closes around the blanket’s edge.
“Encourage you…to answer me?”
“I-uh, well-ah-” I yank the sticky, damp, slick blanket out from between us, and Tobirama gasps harshly - probably still sensitive from last night - and his hips jerk against mine. “M-Madara, I-”
I flip him over, grabbing the silk ties my otouto so thoughtfully supplied us with, and tying those far too clever fingers of his behind his back.
“Wait, Madara, I swear-”
“The only swearing you’re going to be doing is the same kind you were last night.” I hum as I grab the kunai and simply slice off my bandages. “At this point I wish I could do that to these pants.”
“W-wha-” I toss the bandages next to Tobirama’s head, watching his entire brain explode and his world stop spinning as I take my pants and undergarments off and throw them next to them. “...Madara?”
I flip him over again, and he inhales sharply.
“No naughty hands to touch me like you did last night, Bad Boy.” I purr as I crawl up his chest, making sure my wet cunt stays over his cock as it stands tall against his stomach. “Look at what you did to my hips-!”
Tobirama slams our mouths together, bucking against me, and I snake both hands into his hair immediately. I enjoy the kiss immensely - all clashing teeth and hungry tongues and Tobirama’s little mewls - but as he continues to buck, I yank.
“Ah!” Tobirama bends almost into a U, and I almost wind up mounting his cock right then and there, on complete accident.
“Naughty Tobirama,” I growl, he mewls again, gasping as I brace my hips on his, my sopping cunt lips spreading across his cock and pinning it to his stomach as I hiss angrily into his ear. “Ooh, I should spank you. Is that why you’re bratting around like this? For a spanking?”
I thrust my hips against him, and he folds.
“Please, please, please, Madara, please, fuck me, rail me, whatever you want, I’ll be your boytoy, your little slut, your brat, please-” Tobirama unbends, his mouth running a mile a minute, tears in his eyes and his pupils ready to eclipse his iris.
“Tell me everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, Tobirama,” I breath against his mouth, staring into his eyes, my Sharigan having somehow activated, having spun into Mangekyou, “That you have ever wanted me to do.”
He whines, almost crying, but he spreads his legs so well, and starts talking so well, and who am I to say no to good behavior?
Senju Hashirama’s POV
When I wake up, there is a leather collar around my neck.
(Maybe Mito is feeling frisky?)
That hope dies when I see Mito sitting at the edge of the bed, with an eyebrow raised, holding a paddle in one hand.
“Oh no.” I mutter,
“Hey,” Izuna purrs, sitting up and settling at my back, I shiver as I feel his hard on, “Would you rather deal with her or me?”
“Do I get a choice?” I ask weakly, almost wilting,
(They always gang up when they’re pissed.)
“No.” They tell me, sugary-sweet and completely deadly. I willingly roll onto my stomach, but Izuna tugs me over.
“If it makes you feel any better,” I perk up, but he smiles with a deadly amount of teeth, “My sister is going to make sure she gets pregnant enough that he has to join the clan. So congratulations, Hokage-sama, you have officially made sure that I am clan head.”
“Remind me why that stupid law is in place?” I ask, burying my face in his lap, Mito spanks me harshly, and I gasp. “ONE!Oh my gods-”
“Aw, did she catch your morning wood?” Izuna taunts, bringing my face closer to his own, and my mouth begins to salivate slightly, “Too bad clan heads can’t sleep with the Hokage.”
My face gets shoved into my own pillow, and I rue the day that whatever Uchiha - because Taijima specifically chose Madara as his heir - made it so that only sons could be clan head. I also rue the day that I realized I was bisexual, because Uchiha Izuna.
CRACK
“TWO!Ah, Mito-”
CRACK
“THREE! I meant, MA’AM!”