One does not simply dislodge Tobirama's grip on something

The first time I heard about this ship I was like…
Well…
After the first fan-fiction, I was like…
Hell yeah!
And here it comes my first Madara/Tobirama fanfic.
Hope you like it my little tree-hugers. Enjoy.
MR.S out. drop’s mic.

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Madara's day had actually started pretty good. Pleasant even.

The weather wasn't shit, his hair hadn't been as much of a rat nest as it usually was after waking up (Uchiha genes could be a pain.), Izuna had left the house early and saved him from listening to the bubbling of his foolish-love-stricken—attempt-of-a younger brother while consuming his breakfast. As much as he loved Izuna. The boy was a pain sometimes. Touka here, Touka there, Touka, Touka, Touka, ToukaToukaToukaTouka... it really could put a man's patience to the test and Madara didn't have much, to begin with. On a good day. But the best thing was he hasn't been bear-hugged to near death by his overly cheerful Man-child of a best friend. Senju Hashirama.

Yet.

But his day couldn’t stay as pleasant as it was right now. It never did. Kami seemed to have it in for raven-haired every single goddamn day. It was surely just a matter of time ´till Hasirama would abuse his poor spine with his special-power-of-sunshine-rainbows-and-friendship-love-ing-no-Jutsu. At least he could enjoy it as long as-

"BUT TOOOBBIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"No."

Well…

Shit.

With a deep frown on his face the Uchiha turned towards the familiar voices. And there they were. The infamous Senju brothers. Or better an overly emotional Hashirama trying to squeeze the living hell out of his "adorable little baby brother". Madara sincerely wondered at what age Hashirama's perception of his brother's physics had gotten stuck and stubbornly refused to take in new information. But looking at the albino, who fought the hugging attempts off with the force of a dying animal, he couldn’t really find anything that resembled "a baby" or was "little" or "adorable" for that matter.
The younger Senju was a freaking giant! Tall muscular body, broad shoulders always clad in full-body-armour, happuri (Madara sometimes wondered if the man also slept in it.) and signature white fur collar. As white and soft looking as the silver mane that framed his angelic face, red marks on the pale skin, an angular jaw to die for and elegantly shaped ruby eyes that did nothing to hide the brilliant sharp mind that lay behind the crimson orbs of the powerful man and...

Shitty!!!!

Everything about this man was SHITTY!!!

And. That's. That.

Shaking himself out of his not-admiring of the younger Senju's non-existing-natural-beauty Madara noticed for the first time that his friend wasn't the only one surrounding the albino. On their right stood Hashirama's fiancé Uzumaki Mito. The woman that always seemed to radiate grace and elegance like a queen no matter what she did. (Madara still wondered how Hashirama managed to woo her.) She had her arms crossed over her chest and fixated Tobirama with a worried frown on her delicate features, on the left stood his hyena of a cousin and centre of his brother's misplaced affections. Senju Touka. Hands on her hips, impatiently tapping the ground with her foot and a look that said 'You know I'm right so spare us the time and energy and just do what I say.' like the little dictator that she was. And behind her his brother. Who was seemingly torn between upsetting his demon-girlfriend-to-be or risking to destroy all the hard work he put into befriending Tobi-cold-as-ice-rama. they both had memories like elephants, were way too proud and easy to bear a grudge.

Madara really needed to have a conversation with his brother. Regarding his masochistic taste in company.

"Cousin, you know I love you." Touka started grabbing a now sulking Hashirama by the collar and shoving him away like he was a feather and not a fully grown man in armour. Shoving something into Tobiramas face who glared at it like it was the devil himself" But just take the damn medicine! You haven't slept properly in how long? A week?!?!?!"

Yeah that really didn’t sound healthy. But at the same time, it sounded so much like the younger Senju. It wasn’t uncommon for Tobirama to get so immersed in his studies and experiments, that he forgot about trivial needs like food and sleep. (And according to the work he put into the village Madara sometimes wondered who of the brothers really ruled Konohagakure.)

But one week?

What was it with masterminds and not taking care of themselves?

"Touka is right. This behaviour isn't healthy. Your body needs to rest Tobirama." Mito added with her queenlike authority. Izuna agreeing silently (His brother had been suspiciously silent the whole time, but he was probably only there because Touka told him to and was now trying to cause as little damage as possible.) and Hashirama was whimpering something about his baby brother dying a horrible death or some bullshit like that.

"What's wrong snowflake? Don't tell me the all mighty Senju Tobirama shits his panties at the thought of medicine." Madara said mockingly as he walked closer to the group that only now had noticed his presence. His cheeky grin challengingly meeting the albino's glare. If looks could kill the Uchiha would be rotting in hell by now. But it would have been way more impressive if the younger man's face wouldn't be paler than usual (Not that he had looked at it long and often enough to now that... NOT. AT. ALL.) Red eyes dull and framed by dark shadows. The man looked ragged to put it nicely. And still, he managed to be gorgeous.

Damn him.

"MAAADDDAAARRRAAAAA!!!!" Sidestepping a surprise hug-attack from Hashirama (Ending with said Senju crashing face first into a tree, breaking the tree and probably his nose in the process, if the blood was anything to go with. It was indeed an interesting way to use the Mokuton…) the raven-haired man took the bottle from Touka and waggle it in front of Tobirama's face who shoved Madara’s had to the side with a frown.

"As if Uchiha. Not anyone can laze around like you." The albino started crossing his arms and raising an elegant brow... shitty. Madara meant shitty brow. Glaring holes into the Senju’s skull. "Some of us have important work for the development of our village's economy to fulfil. Not like a dimwitted ignorant fool like you would understand the importance of projects like that."

"Yeah. Like what?" Madara challenged with a frown. He really started to get annoyed with this know-it-all-stick-in-the-mud. Sometimes Hashirama‘s brother was lucky that he was pretty... shitty.
He was shitty!

ARGHHH!!!!!

Uncomfortable silence fell over the group as Madara and the others. Who had probably decided it would be wiser to stay out of their way. Aside from Mito who was now tending to a weeping Hashirama. Kami, bless this woman.

And Tobirama... for an untrained eye the look on his face was as passive and emotionless as always. But not for Madara… (Again he didn't ogle him… that much.) Could he clearly see the concentration in the slightly squeezed eyes and a glimpse of... confusion?

Mark this day in the calendar.

The day Senju Tobirama, younger brother of the Hokage and genius was at a complete loss of words to what his 'oh so important project to develop the economy of the village' actually was. He really must be tired.

That's when the older Uchiha had an idea.

It was so stupid and ridiculous that under normal conditions it would never work. A Tobirama at the top of his game was way too fast and smart to fall for it. But well screw it.

With that Madara took a pill out of the bottle, kicked the Senju’s shin, grabbing the man by his white hair, pulling his head back with one hand and literally shoving the medicine down his throat. The natural swallowing reflex would do the rest.

Another heavy silence fell over the group. The only sound being Tobirama’s coughing fit. Madara would have laughed at the fish like gapping faces around him. He swore in all the time he had known Mito. the woman had never looked as dowdy as right now. Another thing to mark on his calendar. But sadly it didn’t last long thank’s to Tobirama’s well-trained self-composure returning to its master.

„Satisfied, Uchiha?“ The man snarled glaring holes into the back of said man's skull.

„If you put it that way.“ Madara started putting one hand on his hip and tipping with the other on his upturned chin. Humming in an overdramatic display of fake thoughtfulness. Before his expression broke into a shit-eating grin. „Yeah.“

„Well good for you.“ Tobirama shot back deadpanning. „But like you may have already noticed. Nothing ha- OH.“

OH?

What, OH?

Madara nearly snarled at the suddenly astonished looking Senju. But before he had the chance to even open his mouth to start his rant the albino collapsed. Out like a candle. He would’ve probably hit the ground if Madara wouldn’t have caught him in time.

„WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?!?! WHAT KIND OF SICK DRUGS ARE THOSE?!?!?!?!“ Madera shrieked with the still unconscious Senju leaning on him like a sack of rice. Sexy rice. All heads turned to no other than the Hokage himself. He was the Hooray-medicine-Henry after all.

„Ididn’tknowtheywherethatstrong.ItoldtheMedi-NinIneedsomethingagainstmybabybrothersbadsleepinghabbitsandhesaidtheywouldbeperfectforhim.Iwouldn’thavethakenthemotherwise.“ Hashirama stammered in lightning speed while frantically waving his hands in front of his body.

„And you didn’t think it would be a good idea to ask for more information?“ Touka asked after the smoking gears had stopped to translate Hashiram-ian into something humanly understandable. A deep frown on her face.

„Or maybe reading the instructions on the bottle.“ Izuna stated taking the object in question, that his brother had dropped for the purpose of catching sleeping beauty, and started to read. „Blah-blah-blah medicine for sleeping disorder blah-blah-blah… Ah! Here. Attention! These pills have an immediate effect. Usage in standing position or close to tables, shelves or other endangering objects should be avoided at risk of possible… craniocerebral… injury…“

At this point all colour had drained from Hashirama's face. He stood there arms hanging uselessly at his sides and mouth pressed into a thin line. The Hokage seemed to not even notice the two woman scolding him as he stared at his blissfully ignorant younger brother with a complete look of horror. He probably imagined what could have happened if Madara hadn’t caught him in time. Or if they would have done it in the office. The Uchiha had to restrain a shiver of his own as a picture of the younger man laying on the ground after cracking his skull at the massive wooden table, that his brother had built himself, popped into his mind. It would have broken Hashirama for good.

Or what if? The time the pill needed to do its job had been long enough for an angry Senju to trudge out of the office and reach- Kami! There were so many stairs in this goddamn building. The albino could have broken his neck if he-

No. No! NO! NONONONONONONO! NOPEDY-NOPE! NO!

Madara was definitely not going down this road. He needed to punch something right now. Badly! But for that, he needed to hand the sleeping bundle of Senju to his brother… What would have been easier if said man wouldn’t have chosen this moment to prove for that first time that he and Hashirama where indeed blood-related. By showing a prime example of the Senju families secret kekkei genkai. The spine-crushing-bear-hug-of-doom-no-Jutsu. Who would have guessed the proud man was an unconscious huger!

After his attempts to get the albino off himself only ended in having Tobirama clutch to him like a monkey. Arms and legs around his neck and waist in an unbreakable iron grip Madara admitted defeat. It would probably take a crowbar to pry him off. Or setting his ass on fire? But they couldn’t be sure if the stuff wasn’t strong enough to make him sleep even trough that. And it would be a waste of a perfectly fine ass.

„Madara?“ Came the dangerously sweet sounding voice of Mito. The ginger woman was holding one of her soon-to-bee—husband’s ears in a very painful looking twist between her fingers. A creepy closed-eyed smile graced her features.

„Would you be a dear and bring my brother-in-law to his quarters? That would be very sweet of you. Me and my espoused-„ At this word she tilted her head and twisted her hand even further. Resulting in a pitiful whimper from her victim. „-have some important discussions regarding the use of medicine to do. If you would excuse us. Have a nice day.“

With that she turned around and dragged the brunette man with her. Madera didn’t even try to disagree. Not that Mito had given any space for that in the first place. But he figured that dealing with Tobirama after he woke up and found himself coddling the head of the Uchiha clan was a more merciful fate than what was waiting for Hashirama.

After telling his farewells to his brother and the hyena he made his way towards the Senju residence. To say it was awkward would have been the understatement of the century. People were stopping their activities to stare as they passed by. But Madara couldn’t really blame them. Senju Tobirama being carried home by Uchiha Madara, who he clutched to like a monkey, wasn’t quite a regular sight. And as the raven-haired man thought it couldn't get any worse…

The albino Sensor-Nin started to affectionately nuzzle his face behind his ear. Like a love staved kitten. The older man tried to restrain a shiver as a mumbled sigh send a whiff of minty breath over his cheek. if he wouldn’t know better Madara would have sworn it had sounded like the other man was whispering his name…

That’s it. This was the day the head of the Uchiha household, Madara would die.

Finally reaching his destination Madara took a straight beeline to the Senju's quarters and let himself drop down on the man's bed. Not having to carry the extra weight anymore was a blessing. To drag a fully-grown man taller than oneself through half the village and that with both of them in full-body-samurai-armour wasn’t easy. But Madara had done it.

Silently staring up at the ceiling above him the raven-haired man tried to come up with a good way to explain to the other why they were cuddling. In his room. On his bed. But the thought’s where soon forgotten as he turned his attention back to the other man. His red marked face was unusually relaxed and a soft smile graced his lips. It looked like years had fallen from his features and reminded Madara how young Tobirama actually still was.

„Well.“ Madara whispered with a gentle smile of his own before pressing a soft kiss to one tattooed cheek. „One does not simply dislodge Tobirama's grip on something.“

If Kami thought he was meant to be stuck in the grip of the gorgeous Senju Tobirama. Then who was he to complain? He would definitely enjoy it as long as possible. And with that in mind, Madara closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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And here it is.
I really hope you like it ´cause on my part.
I really enjoyed writing it.
So have a nice day and stay awesome my little tree-hugers.
MR.S out.