Little groom.
"For as long as Tobirama can remember, he's been different.
His appearance, his intelligence, his skills, and countless other things, but... the one that stands out the most would be his ability to see and interact with youkai.
He never understood why he had this ability, but over time, he started to love it. The way he interacted with them, how they cared for him... He never felt so loved. But nothing is ever forever, and their love wasn't always going to be pure and innocent, and he learned that the hard way.
The first time he noticed this strange and intense love was on his first mission. He was only 7 years old when he was sent to kill 3 civilians. It was simple at first; he killed the first two, but when he got to the last one, he was subdued and knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he was about to be sold at an illegal human auction. He was weak and had chakra containment seals, giving up, but unexpectedly, screams of terror were heard, accompanied by the metallic odor of fresh blood. His 'friend' was carrying out a slaughter... for him.
That was the first time he realized that they really cared about him.
After that, he was gently picked up and transported safely to the Senju clan as he listened to the whispers and promises of safety and belonging. It felt good to know that there was someone who really cared about him. Upon reaching the clan, he was deposited gently on the floor, and a kiss was placed on his forehead.
'Don't worry, little groom, we'll take care of you. Nothing will hurt you like that again,' said the youkai that had carried him to the clan. This youkai was a tengu, visibly young, with reddish skin, long, wavy black hair, and a considerably large nose. Contrary to what everyone thinks, youkai are very similar to humans in physical appearance. Obviously, there were differences by species, but they were really similar to humans.
'Little groom' is what they called him. He didn't quite understand why, but they always said that after the 'trial' he would understand.
(He finally understood when he was 18 and his new husband came to complete the marriage.)
The second time was when he was 8 years old, on the day Kawarama died. A deep sadness seized him. Crying silently in his bed, he felt soft caresses on his hair.
'Little groom, what is it that ails you so much? Who hurt you? Tell us, let's protect and avenge you,' a soft, feminine, sweet voice spoke in his ear. A young and beautiful woman with red hair and orange eyes, but what most called attention in her appearance was the four tails that were around her, a kitsune. The voice was so sweet and gentle that it made him feel protected, and he almost felt like telling her what had happened... almost... but he knew their nature well. He knew what they would do if he revealed what happened, and instead, he preferred to remain silent. She seemed to understand, continued to caress him, and soon he fell into Morpheus' arms, not realizing that those gentle hands were invading his thoughts and discovering the hidden truths.
The next morning, four heads were found outside the main house. They belonged to Uchiha. The way they were cut gave the impression that they were ripped off brutally and by force. The terror on their faces was clear, and next to it, written with the drained blood, was a sentence: 'It's for you.' The people in the clan didn't understand, but he understood. He knew it was them. He could see them lurking in the trees, the bloodied hands and the satisfied, proud gazes that roamed at him, waiting to see his reaction.
His reaction? A small smile of happiness, which made them even more proud.
The third time was after the confrontation at the Naka River. Hashirama was furious with him and didn't even spare him a look in his direction. It made him sad, sadness that was perceived by his 'friends' who wanted to intervene. The bloodlust they displayed towards their older brother was thick and strong, but they knew that Hashirama was important to him, so they never did anything until that day. The day Hashirama raised his hand towards him and hit him, they were furious! The screams of rage, the calls for punishment, the revolt, the chaos, they cried out for the blood of that unfortunate worm who dared to hit their fiancé.
Tobirama calmed them down, but there was still hatred in their hearts.
And the following week, Hashirama was tormented by terrible nightmares that almost drove him insane. If it weren't for Tobirama's intervention, he would have committed suicide. After this, Hashirama asked Tobirama for forgiveness. The tears running down his face would be a difficult scene for Tobirama to forget, and together with tight and desperate hugs, Tobirama didn't know what the youkai had shown Hashirama, but he knew it shook him a lot. (Not that he didn't care about his brother, but it was the first time in years that his brother had treated him so well; he couldn't help but smile.) After that, promises were made, and all went well.
Until now, Tobirama was now 23 years old, and the war was finally over. They were finally at peace, and now there was only one last thing left to conclude peace: the signing of the contract. He admits he was anxious but was calmer when feeling his husband's caresses.
Her husband was obviously a youkai, but not just anyone, it was the dragon god of the seas, Ryuujin. Tobirama had no idea how it had happened, but one night, after he turned 18, the dragon god appeared in his room, claiming to have won the trial that would decide who would be blessed with his hand, and in the end, Ryuujin was chosen. He will never forget that night, the first time he saw his husband. He felt small next to him, even with his 5'11 height, he couldn't compare to his husband's 7'6 height, but he also felt protected. Because despite everything, his husband treated him with delicacy and kindness. How could he forget his first night? Ryuujin treated him gently, worrying about his pleasure and satisfaction, and when he finally took him as his own, it was wild yet gentle. His beloved husband waited for him to get used to the sensation and only acted when he gave permission for it, and he didn't regret it. The pleasure he received was immeasurable, the kisses, the licks, the possessive bites that were left all over his body, the hands on his hips that pressed and left marks for days, the moans and grunts, the screams of pleasure (he appreciates having put anti-sound seals in his room), it was wonderful. He couldn't help but be excited by the memories, and that hadn't gone unnoticed by her husband.
'My dear,' he spoke softly in his ear. The caresses of his waist descended to his thighs in a slow and torturous way. 'Can I smell your excitement? What's got my little dragon so excited?' he questioned, still caressing the inner part of his thighs and nibbling his ear. He had to hold back the moan that rose in his throat and ignore it in favor of paying attention to what was said in the meeting between Hashirama and Madara.
'So, to conclude the peace contract, a marriage will be drawn up between the Senju clan and the Uchiha clan,' said one of the elders of one of the clans.
'Exactly, but the question is, how will this proceed? Both leaders are men, and Hashirama is betrothed, so it's impossible for him to be betrothed to any young woman in our clan. The only option would be for Madara-sama to marry someone from the Senju clan,' spoke another elder.
'Why not marry him with Tobirama? Tobirama is my heir and is not committed to anyone. Besides, it is common to have same-sex marriages in political marriages,' Hashirama said.
Everyone in the room was silent for a moment, waiting for the Uchiha's answer. The atmosphere became tense for some inexplicable reason.
'I see no problem with this marriage,' Madara spoke without showing emotion, but in truth, he was excited. For many in the clan, it was no secret that their leader was interested in the younger Senju.
It was at that moment that Tobirama felt that everything was going to go wrong. He had already felt that his husband was tense with the proposal made by Hashirama, but now... His husband squeezed his waist possessively, and when he would open his mouth to speak, a loud and rumbling growl was heard across the room, and a tall, strong male silhouette loomed behind him.
'Unfortunately, I don't think it will be possible to conclude this treaty,' said that unknown man with a serious voice and an irritated appearance.
Everyone in the room was on guard, and Hashirama was the first to speak.
'Who are you?! And how did you get here?' he asked, already ready for any attack.
'I have many names that you mortals have given me, but my real one is Ryuujin,' he spoke sarcastically.
"...'Ryuujin, the dragon god?!' shouted one of the surprised elders.
'To what do we owe your presence at our meeting, Ryuujin-sama?' Madara spoke, taking the lead on the questions.
'I'm just observing.'
'Ryuujin-sama, if it's not too much to ask, can I know why you oppose the marriage of my little brother and Madara?' asks Hashirama in a meek way.
'It so happens, dear brother-in-law, that my little dragon and I are married. He belongs to me, and I am not willing to give him up,' Ryuujin spoke possessively as he pressed his body against Tobirama's.
And all eyes turned to him.
'Tobi, is this... is this true?' asks Hashirama desperately.
Directing his gaze to his brother and then to everyone in the room, he speaks with serenity in his voice.
'Yes, it's true,' he spoke at last.
The surprised looks didn't take long to arrive, but the ones that caught the most attention were his brother's confused looks and Madara's betrayed look. After which, the meeting was postponed, and he, along with his newly announced husband, went to his house. Where, when they arrived, he was thrown against the wall by his husband, and his mouth was violently attacked by a brutal and possessive kiss, where he couldn't help but moan. Soon, the kiss was broken, and his husband's lips moved to his neck.
'Ahhg, D-dear, what's wrong?' he asks, making an effort not to moan during the sentence.
His husband, seeming to have ignored his question, continues with his work, moving his hands down to his thighs and lifting him up, and he, in order not to fall, entwined his legs around his waist, while his arms went around his shoulders.
'You can't...' says her husband after depositing a new mark on his neck. 'You can't marry him, you're mine! You belong to me, I claimed you, I marked you!' he spoke angrily.
'I'm not getting married, I don't want to,' Tobirama spoke in the most calm way he could.
'He likes you...' Ryuujin says softly.
'Who?'
'Madara, I can smell the arousal on him every time he sees you,' he said in annoyance.
'That doesn't mean anything. I don't love him... The only one I love is you, and it will always be like this until my last day,' Tobirama says and places a soft kiss on his forehead and then one on his lips in a passionate way.
'Yes...' he says during the kiss and while he takes him to their room, where they had a passionate night.
Tobirama will never regret marrying him.
Extra.
Madara left the meeting with a broken heart. He thought he had a chance to be with Tobirama, but those chances were cruelly ripped from him.
But maybe there's still a chance for him. Tobirama didn't seem to be totally fine; maybe he was being hypnotized, and if that was true, Madara would rescue him, and then, who knows, they would stay together and be happy...
Poor Madara, he never had a chance."