New Residents/Broken Treaty - Tobirama/Hatake!OC
He should recognise the teen sitting cross-legged at the end of his bed, he really should, but the Mask is a request for anonymity, and he clamps down on his senses harshly, tilting his head in curiosity. That earns him a series of hesitant signs that he has to concentrate to follow, and he blushes at what their combat language is being twisted to say.
“If that’s what you need -”
«Please.»
He holds out his arms, and his intruder flows into them, fully dressed form pressing against his naked form through the thin blanket. It feels odd not kissing, but it just allows his mind to focus on other details, like the shape of the mask and its chill against his skin, and the weight of the other over him, their burning heat, and the way that temptation coiled at the base of his spine.
“There’s lube between the futon and the wall.” His visitor reaches up, over him and finds the bottle - half-filled; he has needs and likes and he’s not ashamed of either - and makes a pleased and surprised sound that he’s sure he recognises from somewhere unexpected. He’s fairly confident this isn’t any of his clanmates, but given the colour of their hair it’s not an Uchiha at least, and if they’re in the compound, they had to be an ally, right? Especially given his Suiton was becoming well known.
His visitor sighs and shakes their head, sitting back on their heels and signing something that makes him blink.
“I don’t follow.” The hands slow, some of the shapes changing slightly, as if his masked visitor was having to force themselves to use the right sign language. His eyes widen and he laughs, half in amusement. “If you want me to stop overthinking things, Hatake-chan, you’ll have to find a way to distract me. I assume the mask is so you don’t bite me, as well as being for anonymity?”
His visitor nods and sighs, and then forms the hand signs for a jutsu, working through the hand signs slowly enough that he can follow them and not overreact. He appreciates the gesture and sits up just enough to reach out and touch the other gently, trying to assess what the jutsu had done - there’d been a definite flare of chakra - and is flattered at the way his intruder shivers.
«I think I can do that.» The blanket is swept away, his visitor shedding his pants somewhere along the way, and he hisses as the Hatake sinks down onto his cock. Fuck. What sort of perverts were his cousins that they had a jutsu for that?! «There are lots of jutsu for sex, cousin. And reproduction. You didn’t think that it was only useful for battle and healing.»
He opens his chakra senses up, just a little, and white fire crackles over his skin carrying Hatake-chan’s Lightning affinity with it, making his skin prickle. “Fuck.”
«That’s the idea. Think of this as a compatibility check.»
The meanings of the signs were coming easier as he remembered the ones he’d been taught when he was little, before he’d had to learn the Senju set. He shuts his eyes as they sink in, hands clenching the bedding, and the Hatake sat on his cock stretches, starting to ride him achingly slowly. “For what?”
«Just how Hatake you are.»
“Why?” He doesn’t get an answer, just the lean, muscular form of one of his cousins - distant cousins; he has no Hatake cousins closer than the third-degree - moving over him, body massaging his cock in the very best way. It’s on a par with the oiran that was paid to initiate him. His cousin reaches down, catches up his hands and he gives in and rolls them under him. He can’t kiss his partner, but he can make sure he enjoys it, can look - and take - his fill of pretty muscles, and the desperate way his cousin is panting as he drives his cock into his slick passage. “Am I allowed to bite?”
His partner nods enthusiastically, and he slides a hand between them to grip Hatake-chan’s cock and stroke it over and over again until his partner is squirming beneath him desperately, hanging on the edge of an orgasm, and then he flicks his thumbnail and there’s a scream from the man beneath him as his body clamps brutally tight around him. Cum pulses between them, and he blinks in confusion as he feels a swelling form at the base of his cousin’s cock.
Clawed fingers dig into his back as his cousin keeps cumming, and he gives in, ruts into him, and gasps as fire rips through his system, somehow even more intense than he’d ever experienced. “Fuck -” he bites down on his cousin’s collarbone, desperate for a point of sanity as his cock catches inside his partner. Fingers thread through his hair, petting him gently, and there’s an amused chuckle in his ear.
“Very compatible. We will accept Hashirama’s invitation, cousin. And we would like you to be one of the alpha pair of the Konoha pack.” How would that even work? And how had he suddenly acquired a knot? “Cat got your tongue?”
“But I’m the Senju heir -”
“And your mother’s marriage contract promised a minimum of two children. One for the Senju, one for the Hatake -” his partner pushes up his mask, and dips his head to press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. “- and the Senju have resolved the other breaches in our treaty.”
“We have?!” He jerks upright; he can’t help it. “- I didn’t know it was breached. How the hell did I not know it was breached?” He’s dragged back down, his cousin settling his full weight on him and his hands flashing through a summoning jutsu. He’s not surprised when he’s buried under a pile of wolves, not if being the foundation for a new pack is what he’s been tested for. He settles back down; given the size of the wolves, he’s not moving until they’re ready for him to do so.
“Your father breached it, but you were needed and it was easy to let it lie dormant. Now you invite us to Konoha, so we’ll take advantage of it. It’s not like it’s a hardship, is it?” He should grumble about being taken advantage of, but he’s buried under a pile of Hatake wolves, finally warm, and with a pretty partner tied to his cock by a knot he didn’t know he had. “I checked. You don’t have a mate; you’re Hatake enough for the wolves, and for there to be pups, and this way we’ll have a new hunting range like we were always supposed to.”
“Pups?” He reaches out with his chakra sense, gingerly - reaching past the white fire still crackling over his skin, sensitising it - and sinking his chakra into the cousin over him, and finds a number of tiny fragments of chakra sparkling under the white fire.
“Ah. That wasn’t just for lubrication. Either they’d take, and you’d be Hatake, or we’d have just had a fun little interlude.”
“Hence the mask -” he pushes it up, lifting it cleanly off his cousin’s head. “- if we go again, can I persuade you to bite back? I think I might rather enjoy it.” His cousin throws his head back and howls a laugh that has the wolves blanketing them shifting in disturbingly sensuous ways.
“Such a Hatake. We should have come for you the moment that his mokuton would no longer kill Hashirama. I could have had a dozen litters from you by now -” he sinks his hands into silvery hair, and drags him back into a kiss that’s deep and messy, and his cock is finally softening, or his cousin relaxing because he can shift and the wolves are letting him. “- want me to fuck you and bite you now, Tobirama, or wait for the formalities to be complete?”
“Use a different jutsu.”
“Of course. Only one of us should have pups at a time unless we have a full pack to stand guard over the den.” One of the wolves snorts and nips at human fingers. “You know what I mean. And we should get you your own summons -” one of the other wolves howls, conjuring up a chakra storm, and his cousin covers him. “Pants. Pants are important. And don’t summon people when they’re tied!”
He covers them both with a henge, and there’s a sigh of relief from the Hatake he’s apparently agreed to be mated with - and whose name he still doesn’t know - before he’s pounced on by two apparently teenage pups that feel very familiar. Too familiar. “How can they be spirit wolves?”
“What did you think our summons were?”
“You mean -”
“They’re Hatake. We all come here, afterwards, at least for a little while. We may not stay, but they were motivated.”
«Nii-san! Tobi-nii! Can we? Can we please?» He reaches out hesitantly and Kawarama butts against his hand, positioning his ears to be scritched, and he does so, almost on autopilot.
His lips curve, and he flops back, letting his little brothers pile on top of him the way they did when they were still human-alive, and Itama squirms under his other hand until he’s scritching both of them. “You have to hide until we can prank Hashi, otouto. And absolutely no reverse-summoning or self-summoning if I’m naked.” Howls of glee ripple around the area, and his new mate - whose name he still doesn’t know nudges his brothers out of the way enough for him to sprawl next to him.
“Welcome home.”