The night was already there, when both of them finally went out of the local. They had to hold on to each other's shoulders 'cause they would probably fall otherwise.
Madara couldn't stop laughing at his goofy friend who, even at his own bachelor party, lost a bet to almost everyone in the bar. Each loss meant one cup of sake to the loser. Of course Hashirama was drinking a lot that night, and to keep him company, Madara was too.
Seeing the God of Shinobi, so upset was at the same time very sad but also very funny if you think about it. At approximately 3am they left the bar and now they were heading to the Senju's household. Tobirama and Izuna had decided to leave earlier god knows why, but their brothers didn't really bother.
Echo of their laughter was heard all across the streets of Konoha. Their village. Their dream. That had finally came true. And now, Hashirama as the Hokage had to marry a girl of the Uzumaki clan – Mito. He thought Mito was funny, beautiful and he was sure that she would be a wonderful wife. Just not for him, he knew that deeply.
As they were walking in the darkness, holding each other, he knew that this is right. That this is the place he belongs. In Madara's arms, by his side, literally anywhere with him sounded just fine for him. His head was still spinning but he wasn't so sure that it was because of sake. Hashirama felt every inch of Madara's body touching his own, pleasing warmth caressing his skin. He also smelt good, Hashirama never really noticed how nice it was. He looked at his friend from the corner of his eyes and, oh god, he was so beautiful, lightened only by the stars and moon. Madara was smiling, which is not very common with him, but Hashirama knew that it was only because he was laughing at his foolishness. Maybe he was a fool.
Their walk was so unsteady, that eventually they both lost the sense of gravity and fell heavily to the ground. Hashirama on Madara.
„Sorry, Madara” he said quickly, getting up slowly, too slowly. He had his palms on the ground on either side of Madara's head, his beautiful face between them. Hashirama noticed something. Something strange. Madara was not pulling back, fighting with him or trying to get up shouting at him. Instead, his friend's eyes were on his own, looking serious, misterious and full of something else, something that Hashirama couldn't define. He thought he even saw sharingan forming in Uchiha's eyes.
They spend a moment like that, just looking at each other in silence. It felt like eternity but Madara didn't mind that. It was weird. He didn't mind Hashirama's weight on his body, warming him like he needed it. He was pretty hot on his own because of sake but Hashirama's eyes staring so intensivily he could feel it in his soul, only made him feel hotter. And he liked it so much he didn't want it to stop ever.
Eventually, Hashirama thought that if he won't get up now he might stay there forever, reading from those beautiful black eyes. So he stood up quickly, but still looking at Madara, and he was still looking back at him, like he wanted to memorise all of his Hokage's features. Long, silky dark hair, big brown puppy eyes, that you can't say no to, beautiful smile, full of joy and happiness all the time.
Breaking the spell, Hashirama offered his hand and Madara took it without any hesitation. When he stood up with his help, they were holding hands just a little too long.
„So, that's it, Hashi. Your life as bachelor is over.” They were standing in front of Senju's home with nobody in sight. Madara was smiling, while saying these words. But there was something in his smile. Sadness. They were pretty sober now, so Uchiha's good mood was gone.
„Yeah...” Hashirama said staring down at his shoes, afraid to look at his friend, because he knew that if he saw that sad smile again he would definetely hug him or do something even more stupid.
„Okay, go home, drunk Senju” Madara said, looking at his friend like it's the last time.
In some way it was. He will be married soon, will have a family, a lot to do. And no time for his friend.
Hashirama didn't want to go. Honestly, he never wanted to, when they were kids, when they were at war, he never wanted to let him go. To lose him. His heart was racing every time they were together, even when they fought and almost died. Even when he agreed to marry Mito, to be Hokage, there was always Madara on his mind. He couldn't take it.
Madara smiled at him one last time before turning back, ready to go home.
His heart wasn't ready though.
So wasn't Hashirama's.
„I don't want to get married”
Madara stoped immediately, his heart backflipping. His brain, on the other hand, trying to convince him he misheard. Eyes wide open, face even paler than before.
Hashirama finally got it out, his doubt, his feelings still hidden though.
„You're drunk. Really, your stupid head is so fucking weak I swear” Madara slowly turned around fake laughing, deep inside hoping that Hashirama really meant it. And when he looked at Senju, he already knew it was true.
„I mean it” he said as stubborn as ever. „I don't wanna have a wife, kids, all this...” Madara stared at him, mouth slightly opened in silent shook. Their eyes haven't meet yet, Hashirama was too afraid of the reaction so he decided to close his eyes and just say it all, all that he had in heart for the longest time.
„There is only one person I would willingly marry and it's not Mito”
He stopped for a moment, the longest moment in Madara's life, before saying a thing, that his friend never really expected to hear.
„I love you, Madara” he couldn't breathe. Hashirama's heart was pounding so hard in his chest, he thought it will pop out in a second. „I loved you since the moment I saw you near that stupid river. And I never stopped. Never. Not even when we were enemies. To me you were always-”
He never finished that sentence, because while he was talking, Madara was so happy, so fucking happy, that he almost ran to his friend. He took Hashirama's face in his hands and shut him with a kiss they both had waited for so long.
Madara's lips were so soft it was almost unreal. Hashirama opened his own and let himself forget about everything, marriage, Mito, Tobirama, Kohona, all these years at war. Now it was only them, like his world closened only to them and them alone. He thought it was the sweetest dream and morning is going to make him suffer.
But when he felt Madara's hands on his waist, then in his hair, pulling a little, and when he felt his tongue wandering in his mouth he knew these sensations couldn't be fake.
Madara never kissed anyone, he didn't even know what to do, but he just felt it, he just felt that is how it should be. For a moment he was afraid that he really overheard all this, because Hashirama was standing still, not moving. He didn't know, that his friend was just so overwhelmed by this situaton that he felt paralized for a second.
But then all of his fears, his doubts were not important anymore as he pulled Madara closer, touching him everywhere he could. He knew it was sloppy as hell but he didn't care. At the moment, he only cared about Madara.
They didn't notice they were moving until Hashirama was pinned to the front door, his back touching it. The kiss stopped for a moment, and their eyes finally met. Hashirama never saw Madara so close, but now he could count all of his lashes and he really didn't mind doing so. These black eyes, always so furious, often with sharingan, now just so full of love, that Hashirama almost cried of happiness.
„So I guess you feel something similar, huh?” he said, hoping that Madara would not kick his ass for making fun of him.
But he didn't. Instead he started caressing his cheek with his thumb so delicate, almost unnoticed.
Hashirama's skin was so warm, so inviting.
„Yeah, something like that, you dick” he said with a smile and Hashirama sighned in relief. He almost didn't hear the last word.
Madara put a hand on the back of his neck, and pulled Hashirama for another kiss he craved for. And Hashirama couldn't have been happier.
He put his hand on the door behind him, looking for a handle to let them inside. It took definitely too long because he couldn't really focus, when he had Madara kissing him like that.
But finally he found it, and opened the door, eyes still closed. Madara pushed him in, so they could be really alone and free.
Still kissing, Madara closed the door behind them with his foot.
They didn't turn the light on.