Kindling

Tobirama shivered reaching out, hesitated before letting his bare hands fall on Madara’s skin; in an instant the Sentinel twisted, twinging closer with soft growling sounds as his hands snapped over Tobirama’s, whimpering when he couldn’t feel the albino’s skin through his own gloves. Tobirama hummed, petting Madara’s cheek as he lifted one hand to help the Uchiha remove his gloves; this was how a Sentinel bonded, Guides did it with their Guide sight and presence, but Sentinels needed to use all their senses to absorb their Guides, and experience that often led to sex - after all when you have someone you care about trying to lick you all over and absorbed you with every sense it took a strong familial bond set deep in the Sentinel’s subconscious for it not too turn into sex. And while Tobirama couldn’t force Madara not to sense imprint and bond with him he had to keep it from going that far, a sense imprint bond could be ignored- with difficult admittedly but it could be done- but a true bond was never going anywhere and meant that the Sentinel and Gide could hardly ever be apart; Tobirama might have to force Madara into using him as the Uchiha’s Guide but he could make sure that the other man didn’t have to live with him and see his violator every day. (And if his own uncertainty as to if he could even have a true bond lingered after blood, sex, jingle, tied to a bed and- what had happened that didn’t matter, he wasn’t important here, this wasn’t about him, he was already tied to Madara even if they didn’t establish a true bond so this wasn’t about him.)

Tobirama was brought back to the present when Madara licked his pulse point, lapping at his skin with eyes only barely open and completely empty of sense (if felt- no), the albino shifted, tugging his hands away and ignoring as best he could the sad little sound Madara made in response; he shrugged off his long kimono shirt off and then the black under shirt, leaving only his mesh under shirt on mentally thanking his brother for helping him get his armor off before he left the room. There was a nudge at his leg and he looked down meeting the red eyes of his spirt animal as it tugged lightly on his leg wrappings “Fine” he murmured leaning down and quickly discovered that that wasn’t the right choice when a sudden warm weight hit his back; he grunted under Madara’s heavily muscled frame, swallowing back a tight whimper as the Uchiha snuffled at his pulse point, inhaling Tobirama’s scent in deep gasping breaths.  “Easy now,” he murmured to the Sentinel “give me a minute to get my shoes off” which wasn’t going to happen it seemed as Madara wrapped himself around the Guide every more tightly.

Izuna stared at Hashirama gapping in shock “…what?” the Senju rubbed at his face, he looked tired and far more serious than Izuna had ever seen him (had ever really known Hashirama could be honestly, which was a little foolish in retrospect, the man was a clan head) “Tobirama already has a one way bond with Madara, he pulled your brother out of a bad zone when he was fourteen-ish. That’s part of why he’s so worried about dragging Madara into a bond.” Izuna flushed as anger flashed through him “He would be lucky to have a bond with Madara, he doesn’t deserve-“ and the he recoiled when Hashirama’s eyes flashed with anger “Don’t finish that sentence Izuna. Don’t. just. it’s not that he doesn’t want the bond, but he can’t stand the idea of doing anything without Madara’s consent. It’s a big deal to him, you’re not the one that will have to hold him together after this when he tares himself apart over it.” Izuna licked his lips, hesitating in wariness of setting Hashirama off again “He- um. he has feelings? I, mean, I- he never looks like he feels anything.” To Izuna’s surprise instead of getting angry Hashirama seemed to deflate, deep grief sliding over his face “He… my brother is… damaged. He was- I mean, he has emotions, rather to many of them but- those lines on his face? They’re not cosmetic, they’re seals designed to help him, but they take so much chakra to power that he only ever uses them at the lowest setting. Trust me, if you ever see them at full power you’ll never think him emotionless again.”

Izuna shivered, the dark agony in Hashirama’s voice unsettling him “I’m sorry” he whispered. Hashirama shrugged, visibly pulling himself together “Someone needs to run to the tower and tell them I won’t be back in today and them go let Mito know, she might be able to help later. And you need to make sure that something is being done about that fool that tried to kill my brother. Honestly, trying to attack a Guide when their Sentinel was feral and on their way out of zone is idiotic." Oh. Right. that. Izuna wasn’t going to forget that anytime soon, he could honestly say it was the first time he had ever been afraid of his brother when Madara had swatted a fireball out of the air with nothing more than his hand and suffered not even a single burn; the looking in Madara’s eyes…. Completely animal and disengaged from the world, feral and animal and utterly focused on protecting the pale shape next to him. yeah. Izuna never wanted to see that again. He pushed his mental flailing down, forcing himself not to flip out, this was not the time. Hikaku, stepped up next to him, watching as Hashirama stacked his brother’s armor neatly near the door “He’s sort of terrifying” the other man muttered, Izuna glanced at him and nodded “Yeah, I forget that sometimes, but he’s Hokage for a reason I guess” Hikaku snorted “well, yes, him too. But I was talking about Tobirama-sama, I’ve never even heard of a Guide that strong, and his self-control…. I don’t know if you could feel it, but he didn’t pull me at all, he even managed to make sure that he was walled off enough from me to keep me from even the most basic interest. That’s…. I had no idea that was even possible.” Izuna frowned down at his feet, struggling with himself “So, fuck this, ok, so basically you’re saying that this is the best Guide possible? Damn it, I don’t like Senju” he pouted sulkily at the other wall; Hikaku shifted next to him with an inquiring sound “but my brother deserves only the best. If that means Senju then I better get used to it I guess.” He kicked to floor moodily (Hikaku snickered, of course his firm belief that Madara should have the best of everything was what would overcome his distaste for the Ghost).

There was skin under his hands- he licked at the pulse point, his favorite spot now- and he breathed in the darker scent at the curve of hip and groin- “no ‘dara, you don’t want to do that”- hands in his hair coaxing him up- he went with a whine- scent said please stay- but needed to make his happy so he went- spread himself over long slim body under his- twisting them together- running his hands over everything bit of skin he could- wanted thin mesh gone- his was panting- scent happy and warm and delicious- tiny noises from his of overwhelmed pleasure- he purred and his shivered- his’ hands petting his hair “’dara”- dropped lower- tugged weakly at thin pants but didn’t pull at them- “you don’t want that ‘dara” his was sad- let go of pants reluctantly- smoothed hands over strong thighs- lovely- over sharp hipbones- his needed to eat- a hand light over. Oh. he slipped up only just stopping himself from nuzzling at the warm hardness because- his said no- panting inches over his denied treat- swallowing hard- trying not to drool- failing- slipped down again- to hard to resist if stay- his whimpered- scooting pants up to knees- pleased grateful purr at being allowed- sliding his hands over long calves and fine boned feet- sliding his mouth over every inch he could reach.

Madara shivered, at peace in a way he had never experienced, or at least not since he came online; he could hear… everything, all the quiet movements of the air in the room and even the muffled sounds from outside of the room (Null room? How was he hearing past the seals? What was going on?) and the soft sounds of quiet breathing next to him. There was someone with him? What? Movement, the person next to him stirred (scent swirled vanillamintwater) shifting closer and pressing in a warm line against him; he let out a slow breath, that felt… wonderful. Madara tried to force his hands to work, he wanted to pull the person closer, he thought that he knew them; he knew that he knew them, but he couldn’t… couldn’t place them. Whoever they were shifted again, and he moaned, they pressed closer and then – recoiled, scent going bitter and sad (sage strong now)”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” what was going on? He pushed against the lethargy pulling him down, trying to force his way to wakefulness, trying to -  fuck, was that, was that salt? Had he made someone cry without even being awake? (Izuna was going to be impressed) and oh god, to have made them cry, it made him want to cry as well to not be able to push back against the dark to wake and comfort them.