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If anyone had asked for Madara's opinion, he would tell you that Tobirama Senju was one of the most annoying and insufferable men he had ever needed to work with. Hashirama was a fine enough person to talk to, likely because of Madara's personal history with the other man, but Hashirama's younger brother was an entirely different beast. Despite being three years younger than Madara, he acted as though he were older and wiser than him. Tobirama had a nasty habit of talking down to him as though Madara was some sort of unruly child (which in turn would cause Madara to speak up and the two of them would verbally spar during official matters). Tobirama made his blood boil and his head hurt and he truly could not stand the man.
Unfortunately, Tobirama was also incredibly attractive. For all his bad attitude, he could almost be described as beautiful. He had the typical Senju face (much akin to Hashirama, which logically shouldn't be shocking but still managed to be) with a softly-sloped round nose and high cheekbones. Of course, Tobirama's cheeks still retained the residual baby fat of someone just cresting past his teenage years, making him look younger and softer than Hashirama (but only on the rare occasions where his face wasn't twisted up in its perpetual scowl or deep frown). Tobirama looked something like a rare jewel, a pearl among stones, when standing with his kin. His Senju features were washed out by the paleness of his skin and the off-white of his hair. Madara's favorite shade of Tobirama's skin happened to be the angry flushed pink he gained when Madara would challenge him. His eyes looked like garnet inlaid into the marble statue of his face, and they reminded Madara so much of a sharingan in their shade and intensity that it made his chest burn. But Madara would not wax poetic words about Tobirama's beauty like he was some fair, exotic maiden in the Daimyo's court. It would be unfitting of him, given how deep his distaste for the young man ran.
No, it wouldn't be a stretch to acknowledge that Tobirama was an attractive and coveted young man, nor would it be a stretch to say that Madara himself was attracted to him. And Madara was absolutely loath to admit it. Madara was the Uchiha clan head, his job was to protect his clan and have lots of little Uchiha babies to carry on his clan's proud legacy. He didn't have time to be pining over a man, especially not a man as loathsome and irritating as Hashirama's little brother.
Though if Tobirama had been a woman, Madara would have snatched him up as soon as he came of age and put him in his place. Which…. was not an awful image to ponder. A woman who was tall, with a large bust and long tresses of white hair. Perhaps he'd dedicate a room in his house for her hobbies (he knew Tobirama was interested in fuinjutsu, it wouldn't be an unlikely trait for a woman version of the man to have). Oh, if only Tobirama Senju were a woman.
It wouldn't be particularly hard to make that happen.
The Trinity Clans, Madara knew for certain, had ways for some to change the way they looked without using a henge. Men who were able to grow breasts and become something like women, or women whose voices would drop and whose faces would grow facial hair. He knew of medicines and treatments available for one to take to induce these changes existed and could be made secretly without many questions. If he spun some sort of lie, or just simply stretched the truth, he could get access to these medicines.
Yes, Tobirama Senju would make a beautiful woman.
Getting what he needed was easy enough. Madara had all sorts of connections in the Trinity Clans. He had just simply sent a letter with a white lie enclosed in it. He had told the Yamanaka and Nara healers that he was courting someone, but that they would not be seen in public with him until they were able to be seen as a woman. Madara claimed he wanted these medicines as a courting gift and a gesture of accepting her. It was a sweet lie and not technically untrue. It was a courting gift in some ways, and Tobirama did refuse to be seen in public with Madara. If the Trinity Clans were to enquire about joining the village then he would have a cover story in place.
Drugging Tobirama was shockingly easy. He never had anyone over to eat, nor did he take food from his house. Crushing up the pills and sprinkling the powder in every ingredient in Tobirama's house (where it wouldn't be noticeable) would ensure that no matter what he ate, he would receive some of the medicine. It was weeks before the first changes became noticeable. The fat on Tobirama's face had softened slightly, not enough to change his jaw shape but enough to make a difference. Tobirama would often tug at his shirts as though they were uncomfortable on his chest. He had witnessed Tobirama's lady cousin pull him aside after a meeting and talk in low tones to him while pointing back and forth between their chests. The puzzled and uncomfortable look on Tobirama's face made Madara want to cackle. Tobirama's skin was softer, too, and Madara wanted to feel it. Wanted to rub his hands down Tobirama's arms and across his chest, cup and rub at his tender chest, caress the man's silky thighs.
It was obvious to everyone in the Hokage Tower that Tobirama was going through a weird phase emotionally. Mood swings would curb his productivity on the worst days and leave the stone-faced man misty-eyed. Those days were the worst, watching Tobirama get upset and then confused on why he was upset. It wasn't like Madara could swoop in and save the day, their relationship was tense on their best days. Still, the image of Tobirama flushed, tears gathering on his lash line as he worked over a difficult problem, was shamefully going into Madara's spank bank. He imagined stuffing his cock down Tobirama's throat and holding him down. Tobirama would look up at him with those beautiful misty red eyes and Madara would spill over his hand with a groan.
He and Tobirama still had not talked one-on-one for several weeks, which is why he was surprised to find a soaking wet Tobirama on his doorstep late that night. He looked smaller when he was slicked down by the torrential rains plaguing Konoha. The man invited himself inside, shoulder-checking Madara on the way.
“Hello to you too, Senju. Care to explain your visit?” He asked tersely, crossing his arms. Tobirama scoffed and began to shed his soaked outer layers.
“We need to talk.” Tobirama said through gritted teeth. Madara gave him a condescending smile.
“I figured, as you invited yourself into my home rather rudely. So. Talk.” Tobirama sent him a glare.
“What did you do to me?”
“Whatever do you mean? I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Senju.” Tobirama bared his teeth in frustration before tugging off his top, revealing a messily wrapped sarashi around the man's torso.
“You started finding excuses to be around me more at work and suddenly I'm having these awful mood swings and growing breasts. I know you did something. Tell me what it was so that I can fix it.” Tobirama rose to his full height and glared down at Madara. Madara stepped forward, incensed by the challenge presented.
“Is it really so horrible that you wish to stop it? I think it's quite fitting for you.” Madara sneered, pushing at Tobirama's bare shoulder. For a moment, Tobirama's face fell, before he snarled and shoved Madara in the chest.
“Shut up!” Tobirama's face was growing quite red. Madara was eager to see him start crying.
“As you wish, Senju-hime.” Madara said, voice biting and dripping in disrespect. Tobirama reeled back as though he had been slapped. Madara moved back into his space and grinned smugly up at him. With a quick hand, he moved to get a grip on the back of Tobirama's neck. Tobirama's shoulders tensed like a man preparing for a strike.
Madara leaned in and kissed him.
The kiss was rough and consuming. Tobirama froze against the attack of Madara's mouth, considering what to do. Before he could react, Madara pulled the bottom fold of his sarashi and it fell to the floor around their feet. Tobirama mentally chastised himself for not putting in the effort to wrap it properly. He pushed against Madara's chest to get away just as Madara started to grope his own chest. He had to swallow down a whimper as Madara's thumb ghosted over his sensitive nipple. He pulled away to mouth at Tobirama's neck.
“What are you doing?” He asked breathlessly. Madara smiled against his neck.
“I'm shutting up, just like you asked. And I have a lady undressed in front of me so I guess I just couldn't help myself.” Tobirama scowled.
“Not a lady.” He said, pushing Madara away further. Madara chuckled softly.
“No? These are telling me a different story.” With that statement, Madara began to suck and lick at Tobirama's tender chest. Tobirama groaned, a mix of pleasure and pain. His hands came to rest in Madara's thick hair for support. His hands tugged slightly and Madara groaned.
“Madara. We shouldn't.” Tobirama gasped out, tugging roughly at Madara's scalp. Madara pulled away to suck a hickey into Tobirama's sharp collarbone. His hands came down low to grope at Tobirama's ass.
“And why not?” He asked, biting and licking at Tobirama's pale neck. He got a shiver in response. The instrument of Tobirama's body reacted beautifully under Madara's hands and mouth, tendons and muscles singing Madara a personal symphony. He pulled away to snag Tobirama by the nape again.
“What's so wrong with a man fucking a woman in the privacy of his house, hmm? Especially when she is the one to undress for him.” Madara used the hand on Tobirama's neck to guide him down to the floor. Tobirama looked up at him, face a bright red, and Madara chuckled. The erection in Tobirama's pants was much more obvious from this angle.
“I'm not a woman.” The Senju muttered, looking a bit queasy. Madara smiled at him sharply.
“Of course you are. Now be a good girl for me.” He teased, pushing Tobirama's face into his still clothed crotch. Tobirama's breath caught and he froze stone still. Madara raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well? Suck me off.” Tobirama's hands hesitantly moved to the waistband of Madara's pants and pulled them down, along with the man's undergarments. The action earned him a soft good girl and a hand stroking the back of his head. Madara's dick wasn't absurdly long but it was thick. Tobirama looked unsure of how to approach it. Taking the initiative, Madara moved his hips forward to rub the tip of it against Tobirama's lips.
“Give me a kiss, sweetheart.” He said, rubbing insistently. Tobirama placed a soft peck on the head and Madara chuckled.
“Like you mean it. Go on.” Tobirama opened his mouth and began to kiss the head of his dick. It wasn't great, Tobirama's mouth was too dry to be truly pleasurable, but seeing the Senju heir on his knees with his mouth around his dick satisfied him immensely. Madara gripped the hair on the back of Tobirama's head and pushed him towards his cock with more force than necessary. Tobirama opened his mouth wider and began to lick at the dick inside his mouth. Madara felt the slightest graze of his teeth and immediately pulled him off.
“Tuck your teeth behind your lips. I don't want to feel your teeth while you're blowing me.” Tobirama glared at him through his lashes.
“Maybe I'll just bite your dick off.” He muttered. Madara gripped his hair tighter and tugged. Tobirama cried out in pain.
“Bad.” He scolded, like Tobirama was a mutt and not a man. It was humiliating for him. Tobirama pouted slightly from being chastised and Madara released the grip on his hair.
“I'm going to go get the lube. When I come back, I expect to see you naked.” Madara said, nudging Tobirama's erection with his foot. Tobirama panted and sent him a nasty look.
“And if I'm not?” He asked darkly.
“Are you asking me to punish you? Naughty girl. You aren't pretty enough to be bratty like that. You're lucky I'll forgive you for it.” Madara laughed, removing his foot from Tobirama's crotch and starting to leave. Tobirama's face fell and his hands clenched uselessly in his lap. Madara turned away and left the room.
Not pretty enough to be bratty… What in the world does that mean? If Madara was not physically attracted to him, why was this happening? Tobirama didn't exactly consider himself attractive but the insult still stung. The sarashi lay unraveled on the floor just within arm's reach. He should leave.
Madara returned just as he was beginning to wrap the sarashi around the top of his chest. The shocked noise he made almost made up for the burning shame in Tobirama's chest. Madara rushed to kneel beside him, a hand going to card through his hair.
“You're leaving?” He asked, looking a bit wild around the eyes. Tobirama ignored him and continued to clumsily wrap his torso. Madara leaned in closer.
“Tobirama. Why? Why are you leaving me?” Tobirama shot the man a sideways glance and pulled away from him to stand up. Madara gripped him by the shoulders and brought him back down.
“Don't.” Tobirama bit out, face red with shame. “Don't ask stupid questions. I won't stay here so that you can close your eyes and pretend to fuck a woman. I'm not a woman, Madara, I can't give you what you want.” Madara pushed Tobirama over onto his back with a snarl.
“I'm not the stupid one. You want to know what I want? I want you. You're my girl.” Tobirama whimpered and looked away. Madara quickly pressed him further into the floor and used a newly free hand to grab Tobirama's chin. Madara dove in for a rough kiss, all teeth and tongue. His hands moved to tug at the annoying sarashi on his lover's chest. Tobirama tensed up under him and tried to push him away. Madara pulled away first and snarled.
“You're mine. If you really don't want me then fight me. Stop playing these games with me.” He said sharply. Tobirama's face darkened.
“You're the one who doesn't find me attractive. Why go through all this effort if you don't find me pretty?” He accused, baring his teeth. Madara jolted back slightly and narrowed his eyes.
“Do you want to be pretty? Is that what this is about?” He asked, grinning like a shark. A hand slid over his chest and groped at the barely-there beginnings of breast tissue.
“You want me to touch these and tell you what pretty tits you have?” Tobirama whimpered. The hand traveled down to his bulge.
“You want me to tell you about your pretty, sensitive clit and your beautiful pussy?” The hand on his bulge pressed down roughly and moved to caress between Tobirama's cheeks.
“I can tell you all of that. Could talk for hours about it. You just have to admit that you're my pretty girl. Go on.” Tobirama swallowed harshly, mouth suddenly drier than the deserts in Suna. Madara looked at him expectantly, a smug smile on his lips. Tobirama surged upwards to kiss him. Madara got out part of a laugh before his lips were locked with his partner's. Madara wrapped his arms around Tobirama's waist and squeezed, being met with a delightful groan. He moved a hand to grip the hair at the back of Tobirama's head and wrench him away.
“Go on, admit it. Tell me, Tobirama.” Tobirama whimpered, leaning into Madara's hands.
“I'm… I'm your pretty girl.” He whispered, face tight in embarrassment. Madara pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
“Good girl. Are you going to let me fuck you? Going to take it like the sweet, pretty girl you are.” Tobirama leaned forward and rested his- rested her head on Madara's chest, panting. Madara rubbed a hand up and down her spine. He got a minute nod in response. Madara lowered them prone to the floor again, Tobirama trapped underneath him. He tugged at the waistline of her pants and pulled everything off when she nodded. Her erection stood tall against her pelvic bone. Madara leaned in to kiss the tip.
“Such a beautiful clit.” He muttered into the skin of it, setting off a loud moan from Tobirama. He grabbed the lube from the floor behind him and slicked up some of his fingers. He used his fingers to slather the lube on and around Tobirama's hole but not pressing inside.
“And such a wet little cunt, all for me. How lucky am I?” He said sweetly, before driving his first finger in all the way to the knuckle. Tobirama squirmed and panted at the sudden intrusion, hole clenching around Madara's finger. He began to move the finger in and out before quickly adding a second one.
“Madara!” Came Tobirama's sharp gasp. Her clit throbbed with each movement inside of her, precum beginning to dribble down its length. Madara began to scissor her open and her gasps became little “ahs” and “ohs” of pleasure. Madara's thumb reached up to rub circles into her taint and she yowled.
“Don't cum yet. You'll cum with me inside of you or not at all.” He said, nibbling up the length of her stomach. Her face scrunched up in frustration and she kicked a leg out.
“Asshole!” She cried, tears beginning to gather at the corners of her eyes. “Fuck me already, if you're so eager to talk about it!”
“As you wish, Senju-hime.” Madara mocked, pulling out his fingers and pressing the tip of his cock against her puckered hole. She growled at him and he scoffed in turn. Then, without warning, he pushed all the way inside in one thrust. Tobirama wailed and clung to his neck, tears starting to spill slightly. He waited for her to loosen her grip, and then set a punishing pace. The wet sounds of his dick sliding in and out of her cunt, coupled with the slap of their bodies as they came together, made Madara's head swim. He leaned over to pant into her neck, slightly changing the angle of his thrusts as he lowered himself. Tobirama shivered and started to cry.
“Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Such a perfect pussy, you're so wonderful.” His thrusts began to get sloppy as he chased his orgasm. Tobirama grabbed his hair and brought his mouth to hers. She opened up under him, his tongue running across her teeth and into the heat of her mouth. She tugged on his hair and he groaned into the kiss, letting her briefly steal the upper hand with her own tongue. It was intoxicating, pushing saliva back and forth between their mouths and passing breaths in a loop between their lungs. Tobirama pulled away with a cry as her orgasm crested, fingers shaking where they were tangled in Madara's hair. Madara was not far behind, giving a final thrust before stilling and panting heavily into her collarbones.
Then, Tobirama began to sob. Body-wracking, tremor-inducing sobbing that left Madara in shock. He pulled out and sat up, pulling her into his chest.
“What's wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked, voice shaking with nerves. Tobirama shook her head and continued to gasp for breath.
“It's this- whatever Sage-damned drug you've given me! It makes me start crying and- and then I can't make my body stop!” She growled, rubbing at her face with her palms. Madara pressed the sides of their heads together and let out a relieved sigh. She sent him a nasty glare.
“I'm still angry at- at you. You drugged me. To fulfill your own fantasies. You disregarded my feelings entirely.” She said, pulling away from his embrace. Madara found it hard to take her seriously when she was still gasping for air like a fish. He opened his arms and let her escape. Immediately, she went for her clothing.
“You don't want to stay and clean up? It's late and the rain is still coming down outside.” He asked, searching for his own pants. Tobirama scowled and took a deep breath.
“I should leave. This never happened. The drugs stop, Madara. I'm not a woman. I can't be a woman, no matter if you want it or if I want it. I have a clan to think about and so do you.” Tobirama said, looking away as he pulled on his pants. Madara's cum was still dripping down his thighs.
“Tobirama, please. Please. Just stay the night.” He begged, sharingan swirling to life.
“This ends. All of it. Good night, Uchiha-sama.” Tobirama pulled on the last of his still damp clothing and walked into the rain. Madara slumped, forehead to the floor, and wept.