Kindling

 Madara took a deep breath and blew it out on a slow count before flaring his chakra hot and high into the night, a blazing beacon that no sensor could possibly miss- and ok fine, it was probably going to be noticed by other people too but witnesses were good right? right. He didn’t have to wait long after dropping down into a road well-lit by the brilliant full moon and sharingan eyes; which was why when there was a faint blur of white at the gates that resolved into Tobirama Madara got an eye full of the most alluring thing he had ever, ever seen in the form of a Senju albino that looked as though he had just rolled out of bed (yum, holy shit yum). Tobirama’s eyes were large and dark and pretty and a little sleepy looking and his skin glowed as an almost perfect match to the color of the moon; Madara swallowed hard, oh, oh wow, Madara was in so far over his head it wasn’t even funny and it only got worse when the Senju straighten up slowly when Madara didn’t move “Uchiha?” he asked in a slightly rough, tired sounding voice. Guh, he was-  Madara could- that slice of pale chest and sweeping lines of red spreading over his shoulders- Madara’s eyes dropped down following the gaping neck of the kimono shirt to where it was open basically to his navel and the Uchiha could see the start of more moonlight hair over low sitting black pants,                             oh                                 guh                 hng, Madara was not Ready for this.

“Uchiha?” Tobirama asked again just as more people emerged from the gates (Madara didn’t see the exchanged glances and eye rolls, it was a little unnerving to have the Lord of Fire at their gates but it was also fairly clear that Tobirama-sama was involved and everyone knew how long he had been trying to catch the man) but it was Hashirama’s cat-yowl sound that jarred the Uchiha out of his fascinated staring (Madara refused to admit that he whimpered a little, no one was close enough to hear and argue with him anyway) “Madara!!!!” Hashirama wailed (he knew better than to argue with the look his little brother shot him, whatever was going on Tobirama had definitely engineered it, wait, was his Tobi wearing eyeliner?!) and the Uchiha jumped, clearing his throat uncomfortably. He had to do something, do it now before people started throwing thing, um, his eyes slid over the pale shape (how was anyone paying any attention to him with standing next to the snow god in their midst?!), so pretty…. Right! ok. Focus Madara, focus, he had to be Ready and say the words and then catch the lovely, and then he had to give his Speech, things to do, focus “Hashirama” Madara said, (Tobirama stiffened, was this not working? Why was Madara talking to Hashirama? Had Tobirama miscalculated? Madara wasn’t interested was he. oh. ow.) cleared his throat and gathered himself as best he could, refusing to let himself look at the stunning younger Senju brother- focus on Hashi, focus on Hashi, don’t look over or you’ll swallow your tongue- “I have come on the night of the full moon when the moon is at its fullest” according to their info there wasn’t one set of specific words but there was symbolism behind when you started a hunt “to initiate a Hunt in the oldest of your traditions” Madara was proud of how strong and even his voice was.

Hashirama licked his lips “How did you learn about a Moon Hunt?” the Senju asked slowly (wait, Hashirama sent a sideways look at his brother, ok that was a dumb question, still this was quite the trick to resort too) before shaking his head “You know what it means to start a Moon Hunt? That what you catch is yours forever but if you don’t catch it you can never try again?” (not that Tobirama was going to let that happen Hashirama was sure) Madara nodded firmly; he and his clansmen had done a lot of research on this in the last month and he was pretty sure he knew all the rules and the most important one was that a Hunt marriage was considered sacred as the bonds of family. If he convinced Tobirama he was doing this for good, genuine, horny- wait, no, peace, peace reasons and the albino agreed to finishing the hunt (hng) then Hashirama would be his brother in every way that mattered to the Senju and their sister clans, it was a good thing the clan held marriage so sacred (that’s why Hashi was getting married to the Uzumaki princess apparently) because that meant there was no way for them not to make peace if this worked (whimper, he was so pretty).

Hashirama sighed, he didn’t want to be enabling his brother’s ideas, that was never a good idea but… clearly Tobirama was committed to this (and it wasn’t zombie rabbits this time, he shivered and looked around, no rabbits, there was no rabbits here) and it was a good idea as far as peace went. Fine, damn it fine, “What are you Hunting then?” he asked in a defeated voice. Madara stood up straight, tossing his head to clear his hair and staring them all down with proud eyes (he made an impressive sight in his Uchiha robes with his dark hair looking like shadow gathered to it’s master, Tobirama licked his lips discreetly, mmmm, he had chosen well) as he spoke in a rigging voice “I declare a hunt on Tobirama Senju, run for you are mine” Tobirama didn’t even try to hide his faint smile as he met sharingan eyes, “Catch me if you can” he purred and vanished. Madara blinked, swallowed, (that voice) shook himself and launched after the albino, already forgetting the observing Senju (and basically everything else really) in the rush of catching the most tempting prey he had ever pursued.

Madara ran, trees blurring as he raced after the Senju at top speed; he had been hunting for several hours now and it was only the fact that Tobirama wasn’t wearing proper shoes and Madara’s careful planning for this that meant he could see the pale shape flashing ahead of him (fuck but the albino was fast). He braced himself, launched himself off a tree and slammed into Tobirama bowling over the Senju and landing on top of the younger man, pinning his arms while he gasped for the breath Madara had knocked out of him and straddling the slim waist and hooking his feet over his knee to pin his legs; Madara opened his mouth, ready to launch into his Speech. “I know you-“ huh? Tobirama wasn’t fighting him “you probably don’t-“ he tugged a little on his captured wrists and shifted, which- um, (Madara whimpered) that shifted his shirt open more and Madara could see one pale pink nipple tight in the cool air (was he drooling? He needed to not be drooling) “um… want me to-“ Tobirama’s long fingers flexed but he didn’t pull away “-hu-hunt you-“ the hips between Madara’s thighs shifted (ooooooohhhhh, eternal flame) “but, um, I wanted to, um” and he licked his lips, the flash of tongue over thin lips sending fire through Madara’s veins as he watched entranced “…you…not trying to…um” Tobirama blinked, his eyes still smoky and half-lidded with sleep and looking like pure sex.

All thought vanished from Madara’s brain as he stared at his stunning prey, there was something – something he should be… doing…. And it was… um. The albino shifted again, dragging his shirt all the way open and tugging the waist of his pants a little farther down and exposing more of that moonlight hair almost to the base of his cock (holy shit), Madara swallowed hard, doing his best not to simply start drooling, there was something… something… he was supposed… “Um, you, I don’t want to… um” Tobirama pouted and Madara’s brain vanished “Would you have preferred Hashirama?” Tobirama asked in his rich voice, sounding upset (Madara needed to fix that, he needed his pretty Tobirama to be happy) it took a second for his words to penetrate Madara’s thoroughly distracted mind but as soon as they did he recoiled “What?! NO! yugh, why would you say that!?!” he yelped, sitting back on his heels in between long legs and flailing in disgust. There was a rush of movement and strong thighs clamped around his waist like a bear trap, “I have been trying to get your attention for months, so unless you don’t want me just fuck me already!” the albino hissed fiercely and

oh

eternal flame

how?!

he didn’t get this lucky

Madara whimpered pathetically. Tobirama shifted, rolling his hips sharply into Madara’s and sending heat exploding over him at the hard heat he felt there, only barely confined by the pants slipping lower at the movement; Madara – gave in, dropping down to the impossibly tempting pink nub that had been taunting him and licking over it with relish (ooooohh, that sound, Madara wanted this sound, wanted more of it) before biting softly and delighting at the shudder it got him.