Kindling

Tobirama had no idea what happened. One moment he was happily wailing away at Izuna working out some of the endless frustrations that came from being the one in charge of keeping Hashirama on track (he was for Hashirama’s village for that if no other reason, then at least he wouldn’t be the only one in charge of making Hashirama do hisdamn job!) the next he heard Hashirama make the oddest sound he had ever made (like an odd high pitched ‘yeet!’  that remined Tobirama about his brother’s newest idea of yelling things to make jutsu more powerful. It was completely idiotic of course but Tobirama didn’t bother to argue, knowing Hashirama it might even work for him the tree-dolt) and Izuna was diving away. The next second Tobirama was slammed into by a flying ball of fluffy, surprisingly soft hair and solid, heavy, not soft muscle and sent flying across the battle field in a tangle of hair and limbs, weapons all hastily dropped for safeties sake as Madara’s (because with this hair it had to be Madara) big, gloved hand covered the back of Tobirama’s head like the older man was worried about him hitting it when they tumbled to a stop and Tobirama got one clear look at shocked handsome features and then momentum drove Madara that little bit farther and chapped but…rather soft lips slammed into his.

For a second Tobirama just froze but then; look, Madara was a very handsome man ok? Tobirama had eyes, he could see that, and he had noticed that the man was also strong and smart and a good leader and – look, his lips were soft, and he smelled nice and his chakra was…rather wonderful. Could Tobirama really be blamed for kissing back? Maybe slipping tongue was a bit much but, well, Tobirama moved his lips and then Madara did too (though that could have been surprise) and Tobirama had always been rather competitive and escalated things by nature (just ask Hashirama) so tongue just happened and was so damn good that Tobirama kept with it; fully willing to commit to just kissing the hell out of his hereditary enemy in the middle of the battlefield if it felt this good (and, well, the escalation thing, he sort of couldn’t help himself).

Someone was making a lot of a noise and Madara pulled back for a moment, the two of them panting into each other’s lips and staring at each other wide eyed before well, Tobirama fisted a hand in Madara’s hair and yanked the man down into another even filthier kiss, ignoring the wailing in favor of much more interesting things. Hopefully Madara would figure out a way – ah yesssss, that worked, good use of Susanoo, Tobirama approved, he also approved of the biting, that was very nice too, thank you.