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Madara looked around. He saw nothing but destruction. Thousands upon thousands of corpses were scattered across the battlefield. Senju as well as Uchiha in equal manner. The war had been all he had known his entire life. It’s been so long that probably no one knew the reason it started anymore.
It was an endless cycle of hate. Especially for the Uchiha clan who felt emotions stronger than any other clan. The entire ground had been shaped into a new landscape.
It had been a long battle with barely any breaks. Even Madara could feel it. The strain of a long lasting battle and having yet to meet his rival Hashirama Senju. He had killed countless of Senju in order to lure the man out yet he had still not seen a hair of him.
Fortunately, he won’t have to wait much longer. The distant smell of blood caried through the air. Cries of his brethren roared in the distance and Madara moved without thought. Sharingan flaring red as he approached the scene. He moved so fast that anyone else would only see an afterimage.
There had only been one man to rival him and match his speed. The beautiful brunette that Madara spotted as the perpetrator of his brethren’s cries. Their bodies and faces distorted in anguish and despair, still waiting for someone to rescue them in their final moments. Madara was too late.
He had been too late many times. He had lost his brothers because he wasn’t there to protect them. Even Izuna, who he’d promised to protect, was killed by Tobirama Senju. The younger brother of the man infront of him.
Seeing the cruel death of his men flipped a switch in Madara strong enough to cause a change in his eyes. The flaring red with three Tomoe changing and morphing into something connected. New power surged from within his new eternal mangekyo sharingan, strengthening his already worn out body. It had just awakened after his brother’s eyes were implanted within his eye sockets.
He charged at the man who had caused this despair. Gunbai lifted high and ready to strike the man down with no hesitation. But the man only turned his head, face changing from murderous to something soft and almost caring. Like seeing Madara opened a new chance, a new hope for change and maybe something deeper. Something more desperate. The Uchiha, who was all too sure in his decision to cut the man down, hesitated and almost deliberately changed the angle of descend of his Gunbai because Hashirama didn’t seem to move an inch.
How could he let it end like this? It was supposed to be a long and hard fought battle between them! Gunbai hitting the ground next to Hashirama. The strike that could have killed him in an instant didn’t seem to bother the Senju at all.
He just stood there in awe. Hand slowly reaching out to caress the Uchihas face.
Madara moved away of course, bringing distance between them. “What are you doing, Hashirama!? Are you trying to die?” the Uchiha could only yell. Rage surging inside. The Senju didn’t seem to mind the harsh tone and only replied with a longing “Madara”. His tone was soft and quiet. It seemed he could read Madara like a book and Madara hated him all the more for it.
How dare a Senju even imagine what he felt like. It drove him mad and he charged again at the man in front of him who dodged and grabbed his hand, making Madara drop the weapon.
“You look tired.. why can’t we end this endless farce already? Both of us could create a village to protect our clans. Exactly what we dreamed of when we were kids.” Madara stared at him for just a moment and then grabbed the man’s collar with his free arm.
“Your clan took all I had to protect from me. Your childish beliefs have no room in this reality.” The tight grip on Hashirama’s collar started choking him and Madara could swear he saw a glint in the man’s eyes that was neither hate nor anger. It was more akin to lust and desire.
Madara was surprised when his grip loosened and the anger that had consumed him moments ago disappeared. His heart sank as he realized that the same feelings were quelling within himself.
Fazed and out of focus, he pushed Hashirama away, freeing his hand and stepping back as fast as possible. A pool of blood caused him to slip and lose his balance, landing on the ground with a loud thud.
The Uchiha suddenly felt increasingly embarrassed as the Senju started laughing and approaching him with slow steps. His face grew red and he backed up on the ground until he reached the edge of a cliff. He had no more room to escape or run away and before he could react, Hashirama used wood release to grow vines and tie his arms and legs to the ground.
Madara wanted to rip himself away, but his body suddenly became weak and heavy. His charkra, which he had plenty of, suddenly depleted drastically and was sucked away by the vines tangled around his limbs.
He threw a helpless glance at Hashirama who was by now right in front of him and reaching out to caress his face. In a last ditch effort to defend himself, Madara bit Hashiramas hand and immediately tasted the irony aroma of blood. Not that it mattered to Hashirama, who instantly regenerated and used the opportunity presented to enter two fingers into Madara’s mouth. Spit already lubing the fingers that had entered unwanted.
Hashirama gently brushed Madara’s hair away to reveal blushed ears and moved closer. “Maybe I can convince you differently..” The whisper sent a shiver down Madara’s spine, a muffled noise escaping from the occupied mouth.
Hashirama placed a kiss on Madara’s chin and from there moved to his neck. Hashirama’s armor brushing against the tied Uchiha. The more Madara tried to push him away or move away, the more charkra he lost. It was an impossible situation.. even if he could free himself, the loss of that much chakra would cause him to crash to the ground just moments after.
But how could he let this outrageous assault happen?
He felt the fingers in his mouth touching every corner, they were both long and pretty to look at. If Madara wasn’t stuck in this spot, he would have admired them from afar or during a fight, but now? Now he could just watch helplessly as they entered deep in his throat.
The Senju’s mouth on the other hand, was occupied with placing small kisses on his throat. Each causing Madara to yelp slightly. As Hashirama moved down further, he removed his hand from the man’s mouth and began undoing his clothing. The Uchiha’s breath was uneven and it took him a moment to regain some manner of composure. “What do you.. What do you think you are doing.. Senju”, he spat. Unable to say more, the chakra drain weighing heavy on him.
Hashirama had just finished pulling down the collar of Madaras shirt and met Madara’s gaze. “Convincing you, of course.”Like it was the most normal thing in the world, he continued working on Madara’s shirt.
The Uchiha gathered all of his remaining strength to rip an arm from the vines and push Hashirama. “…stop” he cried. Both push and command sounded weak and couldn’t even convince Madara himself. It’s not like he never imagined these scenarios with Hashirama but he had always found them quite inappropriate and therefore pushed them down deep within himself.
Hashirama stopped for a moment, a slight smile crossing his face. It’s like he knew what Madara was thinking but he didn’t let him go unpunished. The vines grabbed his released arm and tightened around his limbs. Madara was forcefully pushed on the ground with Hashirama now lying right on top. He really had no escape anymore.
The partly removed shirt was pulled up further by Hashirama. Revealing stong muscles underneath.
“Hashi… I..” he started but he was quickly shut up by the Senju’s kisses moving down his chest and stopping at his nipples.
Hashirama started licking one, earning a few precious yelps from Madara. He teased the other one with his hand. At this point, Madara was already lost in pleasure, eyes closed and chest slightly lifting to get more of this new and pleasant feeling.
Suddenly, Hashirama stopped and looked at Madara with a pleased smile. Madara, who now opened his eyes at the cold air hitting wet nipples noticed that inside his pants there had been a bump that started to form. The Senju, who also noticed decided to skip the teasing and kissed his way down Madara’s chest.
The further he moved down, the more Madara’s bump grew, who had never felt like this before. At first, it just felt warm but the lower he got the more ticklish it felt. Subtle waves of tingles moved through his entire body and for some reason, Madara’s hips buckled upward in the search of more friction but before he was allowed this new sensation, Hashirama moved away. Focussing instead on removing Madara’s pants.
As soon as they slipped down, an erect penis stood tall dripping with precum and Madara looked away, his face now fully red and embarrassed.
He was about to say something when Hashirama opened his mouth and started licking the tip of Madara’s dick. A surprised moan of pleasure left the tied man’s mouth and was followed by more and more desperate sounds as Hashirama began to slightly move down his length. His tongue expertly swirling around the head of his cock.
Hashirama had barely started moving down, yet Madara was already breathing fast and losing sanity. His tied hands gripping the ground as he felt more and more pleasure overcoming every sense. And just before he felt like he was going to overflow in ecstasy, he came into Hashirama’s throat who hadn’t even moved down half way.
The sensation was so strong that it spread through his entire body, leaving him in a state of bliss for several moments, unable to regain control of his own body.
Once he was able to recover from his orgasm, he saw that Hashirama’s mouth had left his throbbing cock and that small amounts of cum were dripping down his chin. He calmly wiped away the evidence and asked, “have I finally convinced you to agree to the ceasefire agreement?”
A weak snort came from Madara who straightened his breathing to answer with equally weak words. “As if that.. was enough to break me… Hashirama, you should know better.. than to assume such… nonsense.”
A surprised look formed on Hashirama’s face. “Then I shall break you.”
Madara on the other hand, was ready to complain, yet before he could, another vine wrapped around his neck and entered his mouth restraining his speech.
The vines around his limbs adjusted positions and opened his legs wide. Madara’s complaints were now just muffled noises. The Senju didn’t wait long to tease one finger around Madara’s hole and as soon as the slender and long finger entered, Madara cried out, though muffled.
Just one finger was painful for the Uchiha. His hole was tight but there still was enough room for Hashirama to move around inside. Madara had closed his eyes and clenched his teeth around the foreign plant in his mouth, but it didn’t last long. Head snapping back as Hashirama hit a particular spot.
Hashirama, proud of himself because he found his prostate that fast, continued moving his finger slowly and hitting his sweet spot every now and then. It was a completely different feeling for Madara, who gave a muffled moan every time his prostrate was tortured. It wasn’t long after that is cock stood at full length again and just before he thought he had adjusted to the new feeling, Hashirama entered a second finger.
Pleasure turned into pain as his ass was spread further. Instead of moans, the small cries of pain returned and Hashirama halted his movements. “Too much?” His eyes were sympathetic and caring. He didn’t want to hurt his Uchiha after all. It took a few seconds for Madara to understand the question and to his own surprise, he shook his head.
As soon as the Senju saw his reaction, his movements continued and both fingers now expertly worked on his prostrate.
It was a different feeling than before. It actually felt more intense than the pleasure he felt when they started. It was a deep, pulsing sensation that spread across his entire body every time Hashirama pressed inside. Again, it felt like the strong pressure was building inside his abdomen.
Hashirama’s increasing the speed and ruthlessness of his approach didn’t help to prevent the pleasure starting to overwhelm him, nor did the vines in his mouth which were barely able to block the moans and cries leaving it. Not long after, a last intense wave of bliss brought him over the edge and he came again.
Less cum than before, but so much more intense than the last round.
It took him over a minute to realize that Hashirama had started kissing him and that the vine in his mouth was replaced with a tongue. Once he realized, he returned the kiss. It was bad and clumsy but Madara loved the feeling of having Hashirama this close.
An involuntary sound of displeasure left his mouth as Hashirama moved his own away. “Have you broken yet?” he asked in a somewhat rushed manner. “What do you thin..”
His sentence cut off. It was then that he realized something was pushing against his entrance and that Hashirama had lost his pants. Vines already adjusting his legs.
“Hashi wait.. that’s way too big..” Hashirama hesitated “two fingers were already way too mu…uaahhh” with a single thrust, Hashirama entered Madara, whose face was now twisted in pain. Madara was tight, so Hashirama took a moment to adjust to the tight pleasure around his dick.
“You said.. that I’d have to break you.. so don’t expect me to.. go easy on you..” And with that, he started moving.
Almost fully removing his dick and pushing in with full force. He didn’t go slow either. It was painful for the Uchiha, who was already near tears from the sudden insertion and his entire hole filled with the Senju’s dick but the man made sure to keep hitting Madara’s prostate every time he reached inside. After a while, the cries of pain turned into unbearable pleasure for both.
Hashirama was already pretty close to his edge from Madara’s tight hole, but he continued his assault without mercy, taking in each pleasurable moan Madara let out and relishing in the fact that his Uchiha wasn’t able to form a single coherent thought anymore.
“Hashi.. please” Madara pleaded with his abuser, every word broken by a loud moan. Hashirama leaned in to nip at his throat and leave small bruises as evidence of his territory.
“Hashi..” This time, Hashirama reacted by looking at the man beneath him. The sight he had was more than the word beautiful could describe. Wild black hair was spread all over Madara, his cheeks a cherry red color and most importantly, his teary eyes flared with the sharingan, savoring every moment. It was majestic.
“Yes.. Mada?” He was barely able to process his words, moving closer and closer to his own orgasm.
“Please..” he replied “fuck me… harder.”
This request was incredibly effective, almost instantly, Hashirama changed his angle and reached deep within Madara. His prostate now being attacked constantly. On Hashirama’s face, the typical markings of sage mode appeared, which enabled him to increase his speed even further. Madara, on the other hand, was a jumbled mess of moans.
It was more than both of them could handle and almost simultaneously, they reached their peak.
Madara having his third orgasm barely released any cum, breath hitching so much that he stopped breathing entirely and small drops of tears left his watery eyes. Hashirama left a more impressive result within Madara.
The instant he came, the vines around Madara also loosened and his sage mode markings disappeared. Just before Hashirama wanted to place another kiss on Madara he heard a voice yell in the distance
“HASHIRAMA?”
There was no one in sight yet but he quickly pulled out of Madara, earning a small and quiet yelp, fixing himself and Madara up. Hashirama squatted next to Madara, retracting the vines and pretending to have just finished a hard battle.
“YES BROTHER?” He was slightly annoyed that he couldn’t continue torturing Madara but nothing lasts forever, after all.
Madara was barely off his orgasm when he saw the other Senju approach, soon after, more clan members appeared. Both of them were still breathing heavy and appeared as though they had just fought a hard and long battle, with the victor being Hashirama. Which probably would have happened, if Madara hadn’t lost his focus in the beginning.
Tobirama approached the exhausted Uchiha on the ground, drawing his weapon and setting it up for the kill. Anger flared in his eyes. “Madara, you’re finished.”
He was about to strike him down when Hashirama intervened. “Wait Tobirama!” He was barely able to stop his brother from murdering the man he loved. “Why, elder brother! This is our chance!” Hashirama turned to Tobirama with an icy glare. “No one touches him.” His tone was harsh. Giving no room for argument.
Madara, who still had no energy to move, looked at Hashirama and voiced up. His voice sounding raspy and much more quiet than usual “Just get this all over with, Hashirama. It would be an honor to die by your hand.”
Hashirama’s eyes grew soft and he replied calmly, “Stop posturing. If I killed the clan leader of the Uchiha, it will only incite the young ones who follow you.” Madara knew he had lost this war but he also knew that without, him the clan had no chance against the Senju. “No one in the Uchiha has such nerve, not anymore.”
He was genuine for once. Both of them had longed for a genuine conversation, which they were never given. Only when they were mere children.
“No, there is always someone, perhaps not right now, but in time. Come on why don’t we put an end to this war. We made a promise remember? To create an ideal village some day.”
Tobirama lowered his weapon, he truly hated the Uchiha but his hatred was outweighed by his love for his brother.
“Can’t we just skip stones like we did in the old days, Madara?” Madara thought about it, he always had when the Senju suggested peace but both of their beliefs had changed during the war. “No, that’s not possible anymore, you and I are no longer the same people.”
His expression became sorrowful and a distant regret tainted his voice. “But I have no brothers left. Nothing remains to protect and in all honesty, I just cannot bring myself to trust you.”
Hashirama felt his heart clench as the last few words fell. The war had caused both of them to lose brothers and make decisions they regretted. “But isn’t there any way I can convince you?” he tried. A last effort to convince the man he had loved since his childhood and that felt so well in his embrace.
“Well, there is a way to show eachother what is inside of us. Either kill your brother or kill yourself right now and then we shall be even. I would even be willing to trust your clan.” Madara’s voice was cold. It was clear to all that he was serious.
A few more confident clan members voiced their disapproval over the suggestion “What? Kill your little brother or kill yourself?”
Another followed suit. “You dare say such an outlandish..!” But was calmed by a single flick of Hashirama’s hand. Now only one was brave enough to complain.
The younger brother whose life was also on the line. “Yes I agree. What you’re saying is insane. So what now, elder brother? Are you going to kill me or are you going to die on account of his nonsense? It’s idiotic! Don’t bother listening.”
It was like a stone lifted from the Senju’s heart. Madara knew exactly how an older brother felt about their siblings and therefore he gave Hashirama an option to protect his.
“I thank you, Madara. It seems you really are kindhearted.” Hashirama stood up. Slowly removing the red and tarnished armor. His gaze left Madara and turned towards his brother as he drew a Kunai. “Listen Tobirama, please carve into your heart these final words of mine.”
He adjusted the angle of the blade to meet his chest. It was going to be a lethal wound that would be painful but protect the brothers and sisters of his and every clan. Tobirama remained in a state of shock. Who would have thought that the god of shinobi would go down like this. “Brother” it was more a plea than anything. Loosing his elder brother in this way was too cruel.
Hashirama continued, “Words that I shall be exchanging with my life. You too, my fellow clan members. After my death, you must not kill Madara. I forbid fighting between the Uchiha and Senju. Swear this right now upon our fathers and yet unborn grandchildren.”
He closed his eyes and shed a final tear. Ready to leave everything he was and had behind to ensure peace.
“Farewell.”
It was like time slowed down.
Hashirama had moved his hand to penetrate his stomach. The shed tear falling to the ground.
His younger brother moving to stop him but knowing full well that there was no chance to reach him in time.
It was over.
Until a hand grabbed his.
“That is enough. You have shown me what is inside you.”
Madara had stopped the fatal strike to protect the man he loved.