#izuna is just a little dumb and doesn’t realize he can ask for help

[togaki-kun]

In this draft, I affectionately (murderously) call Izuna a little bitch.

Read Part 1 here.

Part 2 will be posted on February 19, Tobirama’s birthday.

[crystallized-shadow]

Rating: E Pairing: Madara/Tobirama Word Count: 6627 Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Rape/Non-con Elements, Very Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Temporary Character Death, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites Summary: Madara spends his first life resenting his soulmate for killing his last brother. After his defeat in the 4th Shinobi War, Madara wakes up in his old life, days before Izuna would die. He realizes not only can he save his brother, but he can also claim in his soulmate this time around.

Written for @kitsunesongs for the @madatobigiftexchange Sorry for the delay, a plot snuck into the smut XD

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Just a quick note: In this AU people get their soulmark after they've had the worst day of their lives. The mark gives them some clue about their soulmate so they can find them. Also, please mind the tags! This very dubious consent/non-con with drug induced compliance. If any of this is triggering, please turn back now.

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When Madara opens his eyes to find himself back in his old body, he’s not sure what god he pissed off but if he ever met them he was going to shove his foot up their ass. How many times did he have to die before he got to go to the Pure Lands!? Giving himself a moment to curse every god he can think of, and given how long he’s been alive that’s quite a few, Madara takes a deep breath and spreads his senses out, trying to determine where, and when, he is. It barely takes him a second to find Izuna’s achingly familiar chakra and Madara realizes this before that fateful battle when that frozen bastard had cut his last brother down.

“I can save him,” Madara mutters to himself, sitting up in what he now recognizes as his old bedroom, back before Konoha had been created, “I can kill that bastard first…” Speaking of Tobirama brings his last meeting with the albino demon to mind and Madara frowns as he thinks about their conversation. It hadn’t been long, Tobirama hadn’t stood a chance against Madara in a one on one battle even before all the power-ups, and at the time he’d written it off. However, now that his mind was free of the Curse of Hatred and Zetsu’s poison for the first time in decades, Madara couldn’t help examine the conversation with a new perspective.

“That mark,” Tobirama’s eyes had been fixed on the bloody dagger over Madara’s heart, still visible even with the Hashirama face, despite the threat of the chakra rods. “If I could change anything, I wouldn’t have given it to you.”

Madara had been surprised, hadn’t realized that Tobirama would have gotten his matching soulmark at some point before his death. But then the hatred was back, the desire to hurt Tobirama so overwhelming that Madara had just sneered at the words, sneered at everything the Senju had said and done. But now, he realized just how sincere Tobirama had been, could remember the pain in his eyes as he started at the damning mark. Madara couldn’t help but wonder when Tobirama had found out, how long the knowledge that he was the cause of his soulmate’s worst day had haunted him. The spiteful part of Madara, the part still clinging to the hatred hoped it had been a long time. However, the larger part, desperate to feel loved by his soulmate, couldn’t help but re-examine every single encounter he’d seen between Tobirama and an Uchiha.

Looking back, Madara could admit that Izuna’s death was the result of the war, was just a case of one shinobi besting another in a battle for survival. While he hated the outcome, it was a possible fate they had all accepted. Tobirama’s future actions toward him also made sense, he was possibly the only Senju that knew about the Curse of Hatred, and thus knew just what kind of monster Madara would become, that the alpha should be put down. Hashirama really should have listened to his brother, because in the end the younger Senju had been right. All of the actions Tobirama had taken against the Uchiha, and Madara had been keeping tabs on the omega after he became Hokage, was just him trying to negate the Curse of Hatred and keep everyone safe. Madara remembered how much Kagami had cared for his sensei, and how much Tobirama had cared for the young Uchiha, so he could easily see the omega trying to spare Kagami the trauma associated with the Mangekyo Sharingan.

“I can’t kill him,” Madara sighs angrily, rubbing a hand over his face. Not only would that bring Hashirama’s wrath down on the Uchiha in a bad way, if it ever got out that he intentionally harmed his soulmate, he would be a disgrace to the Uchiha name. Uchiha believed that the promise of finding their soulmate was the universe’s way of soothing the blow from having the worst day of their lives. To harm the one the gods saw fit to bless them with was unthinkable. It also went against his alpha instincts to harm his omega. Sage above he’d longed to have an omega to call his since he was a child, and even if Tobirama wasn’t his yet, he would be soon. Before Madara can delve deeper into his thoughts, there is a familiar brush of warm chakra against his before a body slams into him.

“What has you so deep in thought this morning Aniki?” Izuna asks, lazily sprawling over his brother’s prone form.

“Izuna…” Madara mutters, barely keeping his voice steady as he hugs Izuna tightly, inhaling the younger alpha’s scent.

“Aniki?” Izuna questions, squirming a little when the hug becomes too tight. While he doesn’t succeed in getting free, Madara’s grip is too good, he does manage to yank Madara’s sleep yukata askew and reveal his soulmark. “Aniki! When did you get that!?”

“Huh?” Madara releases his still very much alive brother to see what has him so freaked out. “Oh, that? It’s a long story.”

“Well shorten it, because I’m not letting you up until you spill it,” Izuna grins, “and I’m hungry.”

“Brat,” Madara huffs fondly, but he does as demanded. He tells his brother how he got the mark, how he’d created the village with Hashirama but had still been consumed by the Curse of Hatred in the end. He shared how he’d been corrupted by Zetsu, and the disaster that event had been. Izuna, bless his soul, had stayed quiet through the whole retelling, his face carefully blank.

“My gut reaction is to ask if you got into that Senju plant again -”

“That was one time!” Madara interrupts, but Izuna ignores him.

“But obviously something happened or you wouldn’t have that mark.” Izuna frowns before he continues. “Not sure how I feel about your soulmate hurting you like that or that I can’t beat a damn omega.”

“That’s sexist,” Madara scolds, cuffing his brother over the head, “and did you really think my omega would be weak?” That thought makes his inner alpha preen, however he quickly sombers. “I don’t have to pursue him.”

“Don’t be dumb Aniki,” Izunna huffs, sitting up so he can squish Madara’s guts for that comment. “After the lives you’ve had you deserve to be happy.”

“Izu-!” Madara wheezes, shoving the younger alpha off him. “Thank you Otouto.”

“How are you going to convince the frigid bastard you’re soulmates?”

“I’ll make his mark show up,” Madara decides, “it’s only fair right?”

“Of course,” Izuna agrees almost instantly, his grin too bloodthirsty to be reassuring. “Give me the details!”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Aniki!”

After breakfast, and Madara had forgotten how much he’d missed their morning routine, he leaves the clan in Izuna’s mostly capable hands with the express orders to avoid the Senju until he returns. It hardly takes any time for Madara to gather the necessary materials and before he knows it, he’s standing across the river from Hashirama.

“Madara!” Hashirama exclaims with a grin, “I got your falcon! I just knew you’d come around my old friend!”

Madara easily side-steps the flying hug before he shoves Hashirama into the river. “Do you trust me Hashirama?” Madara asks, his serious tone dampening Hashirama’s joy as the Senju alpha drags himself out of the river.

“I’m wounded you even have to ask that! Of course I do!”

“Then I need you to trust that everything I’m going to do is for the sake of our dream.”

“Madara,” Hashirama begins cautiously, “I really don’t like the sound of that.”

“Then you’re smarter than you look.” Madara doesn’t give Hashirama a chance to respond, appearing before him in the blink of an eye, sword buried to the hilt in the Senju’s gut.

“Mada-!” Hashirama chokes on his own blood as he slumps forward, “why?”

“You’ll understand soon,” Madara promises, pulling the blade free.

Hashirama manages to stumble back a few steps, calling his mokuton forth as he does. Madara rolls his eyes as he easily cuts through the weak branches, lunging for Hashirama and kicking him in the side hard enough to break several ribs. “I thought…” Hashirama pants, struggling to his knees as he notes his wounds aren’t healing, “...we were friends…”

“We are,” Madara promises, ramming the butt of his sword into Hashirama’s temple, “you’ll thank me later.”

Hashirama’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he collapses in a heap. Madara wants to feel proud, he’d finally bested his rival, but he knows this is a hollow victory. He’d only managed to defeat Hashirama because he’d caught him by surprise, and had coated his sword in enough poison to stop even Hashirama’s ungodly healing ability.

“I’ll make this up to you,” Madara decides, glancing down at the limp body, “after I claim my mate.” He doesn’t have to wait long for Tobirama to show up, Madara senses the omega’s spike of anger all the way back at the Senju compound. Given how fast Tobirama is, Madara knows he’ll show soon, so he carefully cleans his blade; it wouldn’t do to kill his omega during their dance after all.

“Uchiha!!!” It’s more of a bellow than an actual word, but Madara turns to face the White Demon, just in time to block the Senju’s blade.

“Senju,” Madara grins, easily pushing his future mate back. Tobirama was strong, more than a match for Izuna, but hardly a match for Madara himself in terms of physical strength. “What seems to be the problem? I’m still on my side of the river.”

“Where. Is. My. Brother!?” Tobirama demands, each word bitten off in a snarl as he lunges at the alpha again.

“Hashirama is just taking a nap,” Madara chuckles, blocking Tobirama’s strike with one hand as he uses the other to gesture to Hashirama’s crumpled form. “We had a disagreement.”

“Anija…” Tobirama mutters, his voice faint as he all but collapses beside his brother’s unnaturally still form. His hands shake as he presses two fingers to Hashirama’s neck, desperately praying he’ll find a pulse. When he finds none, Tobirama’s whole world shatters. He couldn’t imagine a world without his bumbling Anija, and now that was a reality thanks to some damn Uchiha.

“What’s wrong Tobirama?”

Hearing his own name falling from the lips of the bastard that killed his brother has Tobirama seeing red. An inhuman snarl tears itself out of his throat as he lunges for Madara, intent on killing him.

Madara just chuckles when Tobirama strikes, easily seeing the all too familiar rage he’d felt when Izuna had died. He’d been expecting this to happen, was counting on Tobirama’s rage to cloud his usually razor sharp mind. It was Madara’s best chance at taking down his prey without either one of them getting seriously injured. It’s child’s play to knock Tobirama’s sword out of his hands, abandoning his own after to keep the fight entertaining. With both their swords gone, it turns into a grappling match and Tobirama stands no chance in beating Madara, not when the stockier Uchiha is built for it. Tobirama, all lean muscles and surprisingly flexible, manages to twist away from being pinned each time Madara thinks he has him.

“I’m going to kill you,” Tobirama growls in Madara’s ear, finally slamming the older man into the ground, “but not before you beg like a fucking dog.”

“I’d like to see you try Snowflake,” Madara chuckles, swinging his head back and catching the omega in the nose. Tobirama rears back, clutching his bleeding nose with a growl, and Madara sees the opening he’s been waiting for. In one swift movement, he reverses their positions, slamming Tobirama into the dirt and wrenching his arms above his head.

“Bastard!!” Tobirama snarls, struggling in vain to get free.

“Is that anyway for an omega to talk to their alpha?” Madara questions, smirk darkly when Tobirama goes absolutely rigid in shock. “Oh yes, I know about your dirty little secret, my feisty little omega.”

“How?” Tobirama demands in a mutter, shock rendering him incapable of fighting when Madara wraps a chakra sealing tag around his wrists. He knew Hashirama had been the only person still alive that knew his secret, so how in the hell did Madara of all people find out?

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Madara promises before his fist collides with Tobirama’s face and the omega lets the merciful darkness of unconsciousness overtake him. Madara looks down at his prize, his smirk widen as the omega goes limp under him. “Finally…”

-

When Tobirama wakes again he’s instantly aware of two things: one, he’s no longer in the forest, but restrained to a bed, and two, he’s naked. Given the last thing he remembered was Madara pinning him, Tobirama had a feeling he knew where this was going.

“Welcome back my omega,” Madara purrs, drawing Tobirama’s gaze to the alpha sitting on the edge of the bed. “Have a nice nap?”

“Is this your plan Uchiha?” Tobirama questions blandly, refusing to meet the other’s eyes, “rape me before you kill me? Want to humiliate me before you finish off the Senju mainline?”

“I’m hardly that much of a monster,” Madara states with a frown, though Tobirama doesn’t feel reassured by the words, especially when the Uchiha brings a syringe into view. “I’m not going to rape you, you’re going to beg me to fuck you.” The alpha barely finishes the sentence before the needle pricks Tobirama’s neck and the liquid is injected into him.

“What did you give me?”

“Just something to make you more agreeable,” Madara chuckles, his grin easy as he stands up, “I’ll see how you feel in a few hours.” With that Madara leaves and Tobirama blinks in surprise.

Tobirama doesn’t even bother to think over Madara’s parting words, instead opting to focus on getting free. As much as it pained him to think it, with Anija dead he was responsible for the Senju Clan and he needed to get back to them before the Uchiha attacked; he couldn’t leave them defenseless to the treacherous bastards. Try as he might, Tobirama quickly finds that the shackles holding him are etched with seals, at least Uzumaki quality based on how thoroughly his chakra is bound.

“Dammit!!” Tobirama snarls, shifting restlessly as he fails to get free, he was useless to his clan like this! It takes the omega the better part of an hour to realize that the itch under his skin isn’t just his restlessness from being trapped, but that start of his heat. Suddenly, Tobirama pales, finally understanding Madara’s words. That bastard had given him something to force his heat early, which meant the alpha truly planned to mate him. That has Tobirama’s heart stopping in terror, because he knew that at the peak of his heat he would beg the alpha to fuck him, to mate him. To be mates with his brother’s murderer…that would be a fate worse than death.

When Madara finally returns, hours later, the room is completely saturated with Tobirama’s heat scent. The omega is flushed and panting, the blanket under him soaked with a combination of sweat and slick. “What a mess you’ve made,” Madara chuckles, not missing the way Tobirama shudders at his tone.

“Fuck you,” Tobirama snarls weakly, the words hardly threatening as he subconsciously leans toward the alpha as Madara comes to stand beside the bed.

“I think we both know you want me to fuck you,” Madara mutters, lightly trailing a gloved finger down Tobirama’s sweaty chest, “and I might be willing to indulge you, if you ask nicely.”

“I’d rather die!” Tobirama carefully ignores the trail of fire Madara’s touch leaves burning beneath his skin, sage damn it all if he didn’t want to feel the alpha’s bare skin.

“I’ll just leave you to deal with your heat by yourself then,” Madara says with a shrug, pulling his hand back and turning away.

Tobirama just stares at the alpha’s back in shock, because there was no way the other man was really going to leave him like this, right? With his hands bound he couldn’t even get himself off, which most clans agreed was considered torture for an omega in heat. Except Madara is still walking away and Tobirama is no closer to getting the release his body is desperately craving.

“Wait!” Madara pauses and glances over his shoulder and Tobirama finally meets his eyes, his own hazy and unfocused. “Please, alpha...I-I need…”

Madara returns to Tobirama as the omega trails off, gently cupping his cheek. “Tell me what you need,” Madara purrs, caressing a pale lip, “and I’ll give it to you.”

“You,” Tobirama pants, leaning into the touch, “I need you.”

“Of course my pretty omega,” Madara grins, leaning down to claim Tobirama’s lips in a searing kiss. The omega groans in relief, kissing back with just as much passion.

“Alpha-!” Tobirama whines as Madara pulls away, leaning forward as much as his restraints allow him. Now that Madara had given him a taste, his heat demanded he go straight for the main course.

“Patience Omega,” Madara chuckles, lightly digging his fingers into Tobirama’s hair before taking a step back. “I can’t fuck you if I’m still fully clothed.”

Later Tobirama would be embarrassed by the whimper that escapes his lips at Madara’s words, but right now he’s too horny to care. All he can do is try not to drool as inch by glorious inch of his alpha’s toned body is revealed to him. “Alpha please!” Sage above if his clan could see him now, begging for his sworn enemy’s touch, they would disown him.

“Hush Omega,” Madara growls, smirking at how quickly Tobirama goes limp; truly the omega only cared about getting fucked now. Letting his eyes rake over the flushed body of his soulmate, Madara purrs happily as he gets on the bed and pins the omega under him. “So pretty, I think I just might have to keep you.”

“Please Alpha,” Tobirama begs, baring his scent gland, “anything, just fuck me!”

“Clearly I left you too long,” Madara mutters, pressing a kissing to the gland just to feel Tobirama shudder beneath him. Instead of biting down, despite his instincts screaming for him to claim his mate, Madara trails kisses down the omega’s neck and chest, pausing briefly to nip at each nipple before he continues. “Soon you’ll be round with my kits,” Madara purrs, tracing Tobirama’s well defined muscles with his tongue, “would you like that Omega?”

Tobirama moans at the feel of his alpha’s tongue on him, arching into the wet muscle, desperate from more contact. This alpha had already forced his submission in battle, why weren’t they fucking yet!? Through the haze of his heat, Tobirama vaguely registers Madara’s words, something about kits, and suddenly all he can think about is how beautiful their kits would be if Madara impregnated him. “Please Alpha,” Tobirama begs, wanting to be bred like never before, “want your kits!”

“Such a good boy,” Madara praises, leaning back enough to bite his pointer finger, his elongated canine easily breaking the skin. He doesn’t miss the way Tobirama shudders, knowing that his scent must be even thicker now, as he carefully draws a seal in his own blood on Tobirama’s stomach. “I found this lovely new seal we can try, it’s supposed to guarantee a large, healthy litter.”

Tobirama just moans, too drunk on his alpha’s scent to actually form a coherent sentence. All he knew was the alpha above him was more than worthy to be his mate and if he was good he’d get to feel the other’s knot very soon.

Madara watches his soulmate for a moment, knowing in that instant that Tobirama is beyond rational thought, his heat at its absolute peak. That was the only downside to this drug, while it forced an omega’s heat to come early, it was only a short heat; by tomorrow morning Tobirama would be back to his usual self. Not wanting to waste any more time, Madara shifts until he is between Tobirama’s spread thighs and gently prods his soon-to-be-mate’s entrance. When all Tobirama does is moan and eagerly thrust back, Madara removes his finger and lines his cock up with the omega’s dripping hole. “I’m going to make you scream,” Madara promises, thrusting forward and sheathing himself fully in the other’s tight heat.

Tobirama practically howls when the alpha’s cock finally spreads him open. If it weren’t for the tight grip on his hips, Tobirama would have been bouncing on the glorious rod buried inside him. He finally had something to fill the emptiness inside, to scratch that damn itch that had been bothering him since he presented as an omega years ago. Just when he thinks it can’t get any better, Madara moves.

Madara grins at his mate’s obvious pleasure, his inner alpha preening at how easily he can satisfy his mate. Too impatient to give the omega anymore time to adjust, Madara pulls almost all the way back before he thrusts back inside, drawing another pleasured scream from his mate. Who would have thought Tobirama Senju of all people was such a screamer? Curious to see what other sounds he can wring out of his soulmate, Madara shifts his grip to Tobirama’s thighs, nearly bending the omega in half. The new angle lets him reach that much deeper, hitting the omega’s prostate after only a few tries.

Tobirama’s scream of pleasure is wordless, but he’s sure even the Senju back in the compound heard him. He had no idea it felt this good to let an alpha fuck him, it was so much better than using his toys! “Alpha,” Tobirama whines, tugging to get his hands free, needing to touch the other.

Madara glances up from the nipple he’s currently teasing with his tongue and smirks. With one hand he grabs the chains securing Tobirama’s wrists above him and channels his chakra into them until they shatter. Only the metal cuffs around the omega’s wrists remains, still binding his chakra; not that the Senju seems to notice as he buries his fingers in Madara’s hair. Madara purrs as his soulmate pulls him into a kiss, easily dominating as he continues to fuck the omega hard and fast.

“A-alpha…” Tobirama pants, breaking the kiss as he bares his neck and tugs at Madara’s hair, “mate…”

“Soon my beautiful omega,” Madara promises, pressing a kiss to scent gland, only to moan when Tobirama’s full body shudder squeezes his cock just right. “So close,” he pants, thrusting deeply into Tobirama, nailing his prostate with each thrust. Madara feels his knot beginning to swell and knows he won’t last much longer, so he shifts one hand to Tobirama’s cock, stroking the omega in time with his thrusts.

“Alpha!!” Tobirama howls, arching off the bed as he finally reaches his peak, his release splattering both of their chests.

Madara groans as Tobirama clenches around him, but he’s determined to fuck his glorious omega straight through this orgasm and into another one. Tobirama doesn’t seem to mind, trying to meet the alpha thrust for thrust despite being a boneless lump right now. Try as he might, Madara only makes it another dozen thrusts, his knot tugging at the edges of Tobirama’s entrance with each one, before he’s pressing as deep into omega as he can. “Mine!” The alpha snarls, his teeth digging into Tobirama’s scent gland as his orgasm slams into him and his knot swells to it’s full size.

Tobirama cries out in pleasure when he feels the teeth in his neck, his inner omega pleased to finally be claimed by such a strong mate. As the alpha’s knot swells and ties them together, Tobirama can’t help but moan, feeling fuller than he’s ever felt before. Between that and the hand still stroking him, the omega tips over the edge again.

“Yours,” Tobirama agrees with a stated purr a few moments later, tugging the alpha as close as he can.

“We’re not done yet,” Madara pants against his mate’s neck. He might be exhausted right now, but with how puffed up his inner alpha is, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he wants to claim his mate again. His mate. Madara gently kisses the bloody bite on Tobirama’s neck, unable to stop himself from grinning. Tobirama now bore his bite, and while the Uchiha Clan preferred omega’s to grace their alpha with a bite too, every other clan would consider them fully mated now. Already feeling his knot shrinking enough to move, the grin morphs into a smirk. “You’re going to ride me next.”

Tobirama just moans, his cock twitching in interest.

-

The next morning Tobirama finds himself laying on his side, a warm body curled around him. Startled, he shifts and the soft cock slipping out of his ass brings the previous night back into focus with a startling clarity. The omega bites back a whimper as he remembers begging Madara to fuck him and moaning like a cheap whore when the alpha had finally taken him.

“Good morning my mate,” Madara purrs against the still sensitive mark on his neck and that finally makes Tobirama whimper. His inner omega is pleased to have such a strong alpha as his mate, while his heart couldn’t get passed the fact fact he submitted to the monster responsible for his brother’s murder.

“Why?” Tobirama finally mutters, proud that his voice remains flat; he refused to give the Uchiha the pleasure of knowing his inner turmoil.

“Look at your chest.”

Tobirama’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at the seemingly random request, that is until he does as asked and sees the bloody dagger soulmark. Turning reluctantly to face the alpha, Tobirama’s heart sinks at the sight of an identical mark over Madara’s heart. Out of all the people the gods could pair him with, why did it have to be the man responsible for his mark!?

“I hate you!” Tobirama snarls before he can stop himself, shoving away from the alpha. Surprisingly Madara lets him go and he stumbles out of the bed, wincing at the pain in his ass as he remembers he was knotted twice. “You killed my brother!” Tobirama focuses on the anger, that is the easiest emotion to handle and glares down at his supposed soulmate. “You raped me, impregnated me, and claimed me, all against my will! I would sooner die than stay bound to a monster like you!”

The angry words have the intended effect and the alpha lunges after Tobirama, sending them both sprawling to the floor. Tobirama knew just what buttons to push to enrage Madara and get the alpha to kill him. Not only would it free him, but once the Uchiha found out Madara had harmed his soulmate, their customs would demand he be executed, clanhead or not, and that would keep the Senju safe long enough for Touka to take over. However, instead of striking him, Madara just pins him.

“If you would give me a sage damned second to explain-!”

“Nothing you say will make Hashirama less dead!”

“You would know that, unlike you, I didn’t kill my soulmate’s last brother!” Madara continues like Tobirama hasn’t spoken.

“What?” The omega mutters after a moment, because nothing about that sentence makes any sense; Hashirama was the one who was dead, not Izuna.

“Are you going to listen?” Madara asks and Tobirama finds himself nodding despite his anger and confusion. Madara stares down at Tobirama for a long moment before he finally nods, satisfied that Tobirama is telling the truth. “My mark was not created in this timeline,” he states bluntly, standing up and moving over to a dresser the omega hadn’t noticed before.

“Don’t patronize me!” Tobirama snaps, curling in on himself as he sits up, not wanting to be so exposed before the alpha.

“I’m not. It’s a long, complicated story that I don’t want to repeat twice,” Madara says, tossing some clothes at Tobirama’s face, “put those on.”

Tobirama blinks in confusion as he stares at his clothes, surprised that the alpha would allow him to dress in something not bearing the Uchiha crest. Not wanting Madara to change his mind, Tobirama quickly puts the familiar garments on, wincing a little at the pull in his sore muscles and the mess still coating his thighs. Remembering what had happened, Tobirama can’t stop himself from staring at his stomach, the damning blood red seal reminding him he would bare his rapist a child soon. The Senju, because he refused to think of himself as anything other than a Senju, had never thought about starting a family, not when he’d been so focused on keeping his clan safe, and now the choice had been ripped away from him. If he had access to his chakra, Tobirama knew he would be able to sense the new life inside him, however with the manacles still sealed around his wrists, he couldn’t sense anything.

“Hurry up,” Madara growls, snapping Tobirama out of his thoughts, “or I could parade you through the halls naked.”

Tobirama finishes tying his sash in place as he glances at the alpha, noting that Madara has opted for a haori instead of his usual shirt. “Where are we going?”

“To see Hashirama,” Madara says, opening the door and walking down the hallway; he knew that Tobirama would be unable to resist following him.

As much as Tobirama wants to make a run for it, he knew it would just pointlessly piss the alpha off. Not only did he not know where he was, but without access to his chakra he would be an easy target for any enemy shinobi laying in wait. Plus, the way Madara is talking it gives him false hope that Hashirama isn’t really dead, even if he knows that’s impossible, he’d felt his anija’s chakra fade in a way that can only mean death. The walk is quiet and before Tobirama knows it, they are inside another room, Hashirama’s still form laying on a bed. He’d known it was impossible that Hashirama was alive, but seeing the body still breaks his heart and Tobirama numbly sits next to his brother.

“I’m so sorry Anija,” the omega mutters, his voice even despite his watery eyes, “I failed you. I couldn’t protect you or our clan, all I could do was bend over for your killer.” Tobirama hears Madara grunt over by the door and finally looks over to see the Uchiha completing a seal, his face looking pained. That confuses the omega, the seal didn’t look too complicated, it looked like one meant to keep them in the room until Madara released it, and shouldn’t have caused the strain he could clearly read in the other’s body. The second the seal is active, Madara makes a familiar hand sign.

“Kai,” he mutters and Tobirama barely has time to figure out what genjutsu he’s releasing before there’s a warm hand pulling him against an even warmer chest and the wooden floors suddenly wrap around Madara. The omega blinks at the use of mokuton before he dares to look back at the man holding him, surprised and delighted to see his anjia’s eyes open.

“A-Anija…?”

“Otouto,” Hashirama mutters, hugging his last brother close, “I am so sorry you went through that, I should have protected you.”

“Anija-!” Tobirama’s voice breaks on a sob as he hugs his brother just as tight. He didn’t understand what was going on, but Hashirama was alive and that’s all he cares about. Hashirama just holds him for a long moment, letting the omega calm down, before he fixes hard eyes on Madara.

“How could you do this Madara!?” Hashirama demands, his mokuton twining more tightly around the Uchiha, “I thought you were above raping an omega and forcing a bond!”

“We’re soulmates,” Madara pants and Tobirama wishes he could figure out why the Uchiha seems exhausted. He tugs at the manacles still sealed around his wrists, and Hashirama notices them for the first time.

“That still doesn’t give you the right to harm my brother!” Hashirama growls, his chakra easily over powering the seals as he tears the metal away from Tobirama’s wrists.

Tobirama rejoices at the feel of his chakra rushing back through his system, he had felt blind without his sensor ability. As happy as Tobirama is, it barely takes him a moment to notice everything wrong in the room. The first, and probably biggest thing, is Madara’s chakra reserves are suspiciously empty, in fact Tobirama couldn’t remember a time he’d felt the Uchiha’s chakra this low. The other is the distinct lack of chakra growing in his own stomach, a feeling that has the omega so dizzy with relief he barely registers Hashirama’s confused hum as he shrugs off his shirt to look closer at the seal. Now that he was calm enough to rationally look at the characters Madara had drawn, Tobirama realizes it’s not a real seal.

“You lied,” Tobirama states, looking at Madara with a frown, “this seal is a fake.”

“I never intended to impregnate you,” Madara admits, leaning a little heavier against the mokuton tendrils holding him up, “I just needed you to believe I had.”

“Why?”

“Because I needed you to think you’d had the worst day of your life, so your mark would show up and I could stop you from killing Izuna.”

“What are you talking about Madara?” Hashirama demands, his tone less angry and more confused as he uses his mokuton to shift Madara’s haori off his shoulders. Not only is the alpha’s matching soulmark revealed, but so is a previously unseen seal on his abdomen. It’s one both Senju recognize, alphas often used it to control their reaction to an omega in heat and prevent themselves from impregnating the other even if they knotted.

“Why are you so tired?” Tobirama finds himself asking, an irrational flare of worry making him frown, “your chakra is uncharacteristically weak; did you attack our clan while we were unconscious?”

“Do you have any idea how much chakra it takes to keep you both under a genjutsu in such a way that neither of you realize I did it?” Madara shoots back, smirking a little when neither Senju can answer him. “A lot. I’ve been maintaining it since yesterday, while also helping you with your heat, I’m tired.”

“Tobirama’s heat shouldn��t have been this soon,” Hashirama growls, the tendrils coiling around Madara’s neck in a clear warning, “unless you did something.”

“I drugged him,” Madara admits, seemingly unphased by his friend’s anger, “I needed to make his soulmark show up, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually hurt him that way. With the drug, he enjoyed himself.”

“That doesn’t make it okay!” Tobirama snaps, glaring at his soulmate, “you still forced me to bond with you.”

“I do apologize for that,” Madara mutters, unable to meet either Senju’s eyes, “but it was the only way to keep everyone safe.”

“You keep saying that, but why are you so sure I’ll kill Izuna?”

“I’ve lived through it once.”

For a long moment no one speaks, the two Senju trying to process the statement while Madara remembers watching his last brother fall in battle. After several moments of stillness, Hashirama carefully lowers Madara to the floor, unsure if the Uchiha has the strength to continue standing.

“You said you’d explain,” Tobirama reminds him and Madara nods as he leans against the wall, his gaze distant.

“I don’t understand it myself, but when I died I woke back here; for me it’s been over a hundred years since our clans were at war. In only a few days time, there would have been another battle between us. Only, unlike every other battle, Tobirama had perfected his hiraishin and he used it against Izuna. My brother later died of his wounds, that’s when my mark appeared. I waged one last desperate battle against you Hashirama, and you won. I didn’t even care, I was counting on you killing me, but you refused to do it or let Tobirama do it.”

“I never wanted to see you dead Madara!” Hashirama exclaims, his outburst startling Madara back to the present.

“You should have killed him.” Tobirama states and Hashirama frowns as he looks at his brother.

“He’s right,” Madara mutters before Hashirama can speak. “I’m guessing you already know something of the Curse of Hatred then?” When Tobirama nods, Hashirama looks between them in confusion. “Uchiha are passionate creatures, you should know that Hashirama; we love deeply and to lose that love is how we unlock the Sharingan. After the activation of the Mangekyo, we need that one person to help us fight the darkness. Izuna was mine, once he was gone it was only a matter of time before I couldn’t fight the madness off anymore. I counted our dream as a failure and set about destroying it, forcing you to kill me Hashirama.”

“I killed you?” When Madara just nods, Hashirama shakes his head. “No! I wouldn’t do that! If we achieved our dream there is no way I would have killed you!”

“I left you no choice Hashirama,” Madara sighs, a solemn smile tugging at his lips, “do you really think I would have been able to survive knowing that my soulmate had cut down my last brother? That by clan laws I couldn’t hurt him like he hurt me? That I would be okay living in a village Izuna opposed to his dying breath?” Hashirama falls silent, his glum expression telling Madara that the other alpha finally understands. “I used a Sharingan technique to rewrite my death, stole some of your cells to treat my wounds and hid away to plot. Thanks to your cells I lived to a very old age, corrupted a future clan member, and set another great war into motion. All because I wanted to create an ideal world where no one died. I was defeated by the future generation, but instead of dying I’m here now.”

“Why not just kill me?” Tobirama asks with a frown, “it would have been easier.”

“I always watched you and now that I can view those memories without my thoughts being tainted by others, I realize you’re not an unkind man. Also, we were able to meet during the battle and you admitted you regretted causing my mark.”

“But why go through all this trouble?” Tobirama presses, “you could have just accepted Anija’s next peace offering.”

“The Uchiha elders would never agree, not unless continuing the war would force me to harm my soulmate,” Madara explains, “so I had to make your mark appear. Even if you want nothing to do with me, you now bare my bite; the elders will have to accept peace.”

“Did you have to stab me for real though?” Hashirama asks, placing his hand over the bloody part of his shirt; the wound itself had healed as soon as his body was rid of the poison. “You could have just asked me to play along.”

“Your acting sucks.”

“Hey!”

“I would have sensed your chakra wasn’t fading Anija.”

“You two are mean to me!”

Tobirama ignores Hashirama’s pouting in favor of walking over to his soulmate. Madara just glances up in confusion as the omega offers him his hand. “I don’t like you,” Tobirama admits with a slight smirk, “but I’m willing to let you change my mind.”

“That’s all I ask for,” Madara grins, taking Tobirama’s hand and letting the omega pull him to his feet, “and if one day you wish it, I will bare your bite as well.”

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Day 3 Pairing: Izuna/Tobirama Word count: 1524 Word: Pyrrhic - won at too great a cost

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Pyrrhic - Izuna/Tobirama

Izuna traces the tattoo sometimes just as he does with all the others. Out of all of them this one strikes him as quiet and less meaningful than the red slashes that adorn white skin as a constant reminder to their owner of the things he has lost and the wrongs he has done. Convincing Tobirama that he is worthy as a human being and not a monster is a monumental task but, like his brother before him, Izuna is a stubborn bastard. He won’t give up until he’s made his point.

Sometimes he asks for the stories behind the markings and sometimes he even gets an answer. The first time they sat up among rumpled gray sheets in the dark while Tobirama murmured quietly the tale of the tattoos that started it all, that was the night when Izuna first realized they had long passed the line of just fucking around, that they are together now whether they are ready to admit it or not. In public they snap and sneer like they always have but here behind closed doors where no one can see them, here they are learning all the ways to knit themselves together as only two broken people can.

More than a year passes after the first time they fall in to bed together, several months since the first time they whispered quietly in the dark, before finally Izuna thinks to question the only tattoo that differs from the others. Black ink instead of red, letters where the others are drawn as slashes and lines. At first it seems as though tonight is one of the nights when Tobirama will simply ignore his question. More often than not he just isn’t in the mood to delve in to his own psyche and Izuna is far from a psychotherapist; he wants to know but he is hardly going to pry just to satisfy his own curiosity, not when he knows that doing so will hurt the man he has come to love so deeply.

He is only moments away from spitting out some other random thought to change the subject when Tobirama surprises him by beginning to speak, not bothering to roll over from where he is spread out on his back while Izuna’s fingers trace the black letters at the base of his ribs.

“It’s a word I found in a very old text and I had to look through several dictionaries just to find one that still included the definition for a word no one uses anymore.”

“What’s it mean, then?” They both hear his real question even if he doesn’t say it. What could possibly make one word so important that Tobirama felt the need to permanently etch it on to his own skin in such a way that it stands out from all the rest?

Red eyes open just to stare at the ceiling, his expression empty. “Pyrrhic. It means ‘won at too great a cost’.”

“Huh. Well that’s not very specific. Everything in our lives has been won at too great a cost.” Izuna tries to a grin to lighten the mood but Tobirama only continues to stare unseeing at the darkness above them.

“I got it for you,” he admits quietly.

“Oh.” That certainly isn’t what he’d been expecting. Izuna flounders as the silence goes on, trying to come up with something to say to that yet unable to think of anything appropriate. He’s never imagined anything on Tobirama’s body could have something to do with him – he’s still alive, after all.

Tobirama lifts one hand to trace the letters for himself, not needing to look down at them to find their shapes unerringly, gentle in a way he so rarely is with himself. “You very nearly died at my hands and while I am sure that Hashirama would have eventually bulled his way over your brother to found this village anyway I cannot help but wonder sometimes what that world would have been like. He would have everything he ever asked for, we would have won, but at what cost?”

“Cost?” Izuna repeats faintly. He can’t help but notice finally that the letters of the tattoo in question have been placed directly over the same spot where he himself now wears the scar from Tobirama’s blade.

“Yes. It would have cost Madara his sanity and everything that tethers him to this world. It would have cost my brother his best friend. It would have torn the rest of us apart bit by bit until we fell back in to the same pieces we were before Hashirama stitched us all together in to the motley crew we are. And I…�� Pausing, Tobirama closes his eyes for a moment and presses the palm of his hand flat over the black ink of his tattoo. “It would have cost me you,” he finishes in a far-away voice.

“To be fair, you wouldn’t have known anything about this.” One of Izuna’s hands waves vaguely between them but Tobirama only shakes his head, still without looking over.

“No but that isn’t the point.”

Sitting forward to slide his hand over the other man’s, Izuna squeezes gently until finally their eyes met. “What is the use in getting caught up in what might have been? It didn’t happen and that’s what’s important. Were we even a thing when you got this?” Tobirama shakes his head. “So you were just…wow. You were beating yourself up about this even back then?”

His partner sighs and looks away again but Izuna is having none of that.  With a determined frown he crawls over to slide one leg over Tobirama’s lap, settling himself across slim hips and leaning forward to take the man’s chin in one hand until irritated red eyes meet his once more.

“Don’t be dumb,” he says without preamble.

“Excuse me?”

“I said don’t be dumb! There’s no point in worrying about things that are already done and in the past. Yeah, I could have died from that blade if it had slid in just a few inches higher. And yeah, losing me would definitely have done a number on Mads, he’s been super clingy ever since our other brothers were killed. But I didn’t die and things turned out fine. I appreciate that you don’t ever want to forget the lessons in what might have been but dwelling on it will only drive you crazy.”

He finishes his little speech by raising both eyebrows and giving his partner a significant look. Tobirama frowns at him a little deeper but can’t look away without knocking their foreheads together and so settles for pouting, an expression that makes him look more like an angsting teenager than a grown man.

Several minutes of silence pass between them as Izuna forces himself to stay quiet, not wanting to rush the other but allow him some time to think. Strangely, he finds that he also needs a handful of seconds to allow the knowledge to settle that even back then Tobirama had regretted what he’d almost done, that even before they learned to see past their old rivalry he had been thinking ahead and realizing what nearly became of them all. On the one hand it is very sweet. On the other, well, leave it to Tobirama to find the dark lining underneath the silver lining. He’s a genius but he’s also quite the pessimist a lot of the time.

“We should sleep,” Tobirama murmurs eventually. A smile touches Izuna’s lips at such a blatant request for the subject to be dropped but he has one more thing to say.

“It’s a nice tattoo but I was thinking we could change it. Do you think we could work the letters somehow to say ‘pyro’ instead?”

“Because you like to set fire to everything you lay eyes on?”

“No! Because you like to blow stuff up in that lab of yours – which I am still angry that you won’t let me in to, by the way. I’m not a walking disaster like your brother, I know how to keep my hands to myself!” Izuna considers it a win when Tobirama lets out a single reluctant huff of laughter.

Rather than crawl back over to the other half of the bed he usually claims Izuna lets his body slump down on to the mattress right there, keeping one leg draped across both of Tobirama’s while he snuggles up against the man’s side. For someone with barely any affinity for fire he sure is warm most of the time. A strong arm wraps itself around his shoulders and pulls him in tightly for a few moments before loosening to drape around his waist. Izuna buries his smile against Tobirama’s neck.

“I think I’d rather like to keep it,” he hears from just above his head. “Looking at it has always made me think of you. Maybe now I will think of…better things.”

“Yeah, only fluff and rainbows for us shinobi,” Izuna says.

Tobirama grunts and squeezes him again and this time when silence falls it is only the calm of two men falling in to dreamless sleep.

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Chapter: 1/? Rating: M Pairing: Madara/Tobirama Word Count: 1902 Warnings: Fairly graphic depictions of violence, Dark Hashirama, Manipulative Hashirama, and eye stealing Summary: Tobirama is just settling into his new life with the Uchiha when Hashirama throws a wrench into things.

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When Hashirama finds a hawk waiting for him the next morning he’s ecstatic that Madara is so serious about their childhood dream. After all what else could Madara be writing about? He’d groomed Tobirama into the perfect bride for his best friend. His otouto was the type to bottle all of his feelings up and ignore them, Butsuma may have been the one to teach Tobirama to do it, but Hashirama was the one that regularly took advantage of it. It had been all too easy to arrange everything, Tobirama was loyal to a fault and conditioned to obey him, another leftover from their childhood. Sure he might have exaggerated Izuna’s condition, he honestly had no idea what damage Tobirama’s strike had done, but he wasn’t worried; Tobirama would never mention Izuna to Madara and Madara would never let his husband near his baby brother. Hashirama knew his plan was perfect; soon he’d have his village and Madara would realize he should have sided with him that day at the river.

Madara’s letter is short, barely a sentence, but Hashirama has to read it nearly a dozen times before it sinks in.

“The Uchiha will honor the ceasefire, but that’s it.”

All of his planning, his observations of Madara, and his grooming of Tobirama, worthless. What possible reason could Madara have for such an uncharacteristically stupid response? He’d always known the Uchiha as a whole were idiots, and Madara was especially dense, but this was a whole new level of stupid! The only reason his best friend would have done this would be if Tobirama had acted like a normal fucking human for once and fucked everything up. That’s okay though, Hashirama thinks, he has a back-up plan after all; he’ll just make Madara see that creating a village is the only way to keep everything he cares for safe.

-----Back to Tobirama-----

When Tobirama had first come to the Uchiha compound he had expected to be treated like the freak he was in the Senju Clan; at worst he’d anticipated dodging fireballs every few minutes and at best to be treated with hatred and contempt. Instead he’d found a home where no one thought he was cursed, where no one was afraid to meet his eyes or just casually throw an arm over his shoulders. Tobirama had quickly learned just how tactile the Uchiha were and even being a Senju and married to the clan head hadn’t made him exempt from it. He’d also learned that while the clan clearly thought he was the submissive one they didn’t expect him to be docile, in fact they tended to value his words as though they had come from Madara himself. He didn’t care what role they thought he played, all that mattered to him was that it was him, and no one else, that got to pound Madara into the bedding at night.

“Is your clan always this welcoming?” Tobirama asks Izuna one day over tea a couple weeks after the wedding; Madara was tied up in meetings he didn’t have to attend for the day so Izuna had demanded they hangout. The double Mangekyo Sharingan transplant had been a success, completely reversing the damage done to both pairs of eyes and leaving the two strongest Uchihas stronger than ever.

Izuna hums thoughtfully, leaning a little heavier against Tobirama’s side. “Not usually, no.”

“So I’m special?” The albino asks, bitterness lacing his tone despite himself; it was never a good thing to be special.

“You are special Snowflake,” Izuna chuckles rubbing his knuckles into the snowy locks until Tobirama shoves him off with a huff. “You’re absolutely stunning to us Uchiha, if you weren’t Aniki’s you’d have lots of people fighting for your hand.”

“What?” Tobirama blinks in surprise, he knew Madara said he was beautiful but that was only because they were married, wasn’t it?

“Fair skin and red eyes is pinnacle of beauty for Uchiha,” Izuna points out, “you are literally our definition of beautiful Snowflake.”

“Stop calling me that,” Tobirama huffs, doing his best to ignore the rising warmth in his face; he knew he was blushing, he just hoped Izuna wouldn’t mention it.

“Beautiful or Snowflake?”

“Both.”

Izuna regards Tobirama for a long moment, Madara’s eyes letting him seem more than he had ever before. “You’re not used to compliments are you?”

“I was considered cursed by my clanmates,” Tobirama mutters, eyes falling to his feet, “a ghost of their most hated enemies come to haunt them.”

“Have I mentioned yet that I really hate the Senju?” Izuna mutters, gently grabbing Tobirama’s chin and forcing him to look up, “and you’re an Uchiha now, don’t forget that.”

“Thank you Izuna,” Tobirama says with a small smile, glancing toward the gate moments before it clatters open and Kagami runs over to them.

“Izu-sensei, Izu-sensei!” The young Uchiha pants, bracing his hands against his knees to catch his breath as Izuna jumps off the porch to stand before his student.

“What’s up Kagami?” Izuna asks with a slight frown.

“Madara-sama is looking for you, he says it’s urgent!”

“Stay with Tobirama!” Izuna orders as he rushes off to see what his brother wants; Madara wasn’t the type to exaggerate so he knew it must be bad.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Tobirama grumbles, even if he knew Izuna had said it because he was worried about Kagami.

“I’m not your babysitter,” Kagami states with a grin too innocent for a shinobi, “I’m your protector! Izu-sensei and Madara-sama said I get to protect you from the Senju should they be dumb enough to show up here.”

Tobirama can’t help but laugh despite how touched he is because hearing something his husband clearly said coming from the curly haired 14-year-old is hilarious. “I feel so much safer with you around Kagami.” The albino says with a smile, ruffling the Uchiha’s hair.

“Since Izu-sensei is clearly busy now, can you train with me?” Kagami asks, stunning Tobirama. Sure he knew that the Uchiha accepted him, but so far the subject of him training with anyone aside from Izuna and Madara hadn’t come up.

“I can’t help you with your Katon,” Tobirama warns, not wanting to get the kid’s hopes up.

“I know!” Kagami states, “but you’re stronger than Izu-sensei and you know his weaknesses so you can help me beat him!”

“Well when you put it like that, how can I say no?” Tobirama chuckles, letting the younger shinobi lead him to one of the closer training fields; clearly Kagami had been told not to go too far from the compound. “Why don’t you show me what Izuna has taught you already, that way I know how many errors I have to correct.”

“I’m telling Izu-sensei you said that,” Kagami chuckles as he starts going through what he’s learned, because he knew Izuna’s reaction would be hilariously over the top and something was likely to be set on fire.

“Go for it.”

As it turns out Izuna was a very competent sensei and Kagami had already mastered the basics. Tobirama may not know all the specifics of the style Kagami’s learning, but he knows enough of Izuna’s style to give Kagami a few counter moves. Things are going smoothly until a spike suddenly bursts through Kagami’s chest.

“Kagami!” Tobirama exclaims, carefully freeing the young Uchiha and laying him on the ground. “Kagami can you hear me!?”

“R-run-!” Kagami manages to cough out before he goes limp.

“Kagami!!” Pushing more healing chakra into the wound, Tobirama fails to notice the presence behind him until someone grabs him by the hair and flings him across the clearing. Tobirama easily twists midair and lands on his feet, facing his attacker, only to go rigid in shock.

“You disappoint me Otouto.”

“No…” Tobirama mutters, clenching his fists to try and hide the trembling. There was no way Hashirama was here, no way that Hashirama had just attacked an Uchiha child, Madara had made it clear Hashirama wasn’t welcome anymore.

“You had one job,” Hashirama continues, stepping on Kagami’s unnaturally still body as he calmly approaches Tobirama, “one tiny, simple job that even someone like you couldn’t screw up, and yet you did.”

“You lied to me!” Tobirama exclaims, anger taking over as he gets ready to fight; Hashirama may be the stronger brother, but Tobirama was the smarter one.

“I merely told you what I was told,” Hashirama states, “my source must have been wrong.”

Tobirama wants to believe his anija, wants to accept that this had just been a simple misunderstanding, but he can’t. Izuna had told him too many instances of Hashirama using him for him to ever trust anything the Senju said. “You lied to me,” Tobirama growls, the air around them growing heavy as the water responds to him. “I won’t let it happen again.” The Water Dragon roars to life almost instantly, but it’s no match for the Wood Dragon Hashirama effortlessly creates.

“It’s so cute that you think you have a choice Otouto,” Hashirama chuckles, sending a barrage of wooden columns at Tobirama, “you are my heir; your life is mine to decide how to use.”

“I’m not your heir anymore!” Tobirama declares, summoning a quick Water Wall to block. “I am second in command of the Uchiha Clan, I owe you and the Senju nothing! Suiton: Severing Wave!” The stream of water easily cuts through second barrage of wooden columns headed his way, but it doesn’t even dent his brother’s Hobi.

“You may have been born a Senju, but I’ll make sure you die an Uchiha!” Hashirama finally moves, lunging at Tobirama, a sword headed straight for his neck.

Tobirama manages to dodge the blade, only for a tree root to pierce his shoulder. He was at a huge disadvantage fighting Hashirama in the middle of a fucking forest without a water source readily available. Using his own sword to cut back the wood, Tobirama jumps back, wanting to draw Hashirama further from Kagami, only to cry out in pain something clamps down on his right arm, snapping his bones clean in half. Before he can get free, a couple vines dig into his legs, immobilizing him.

“We could have avoided this Tobi,” Hashirama comments, a single hand sign coiling the vines around Tobirama’s right leg, snapping first his fibula and then his tibia. “Not going to scream? Beg me to stop?”

“Fuck you,” Tobirama growls, biting his lip to force back a scream as his femur mercilessly bored into.

Hashirama grins at the response, retracting the vines before he backhands Tobirama. The albino crashes to the ground, too battered to even try and get up as Hashirama crouches beside him. “You made me do this Otouto, remember that.”

“Go...to...hell…” Tobirama spits, smirking when the blood hits Hashirama right in the face.

“Crude,” Hashirama mutters, wiping his cheek before grabs Tobirama’s chin in a bruising grip. “Hold still for me Otouto,” the Senju coos, coating his other hand in an unfamiliar iryo ninjutsu.

Tobirama can only stare, eyes widen in shock, as Hashirama carefully removes first one, then his other eye. The last thing Tobirama sees is Hashirama’s stupid grin.

“Goodbye Tobirama,” Hashirama mutters, pressing a kunai to his brother’s throat, “perhaps now Madara will realize he should have joined me.”

“Fuck you,” Tobirama mutters, slipping into unconsciousness, barely feeling the kunai glide across his throat as a familiar inferno of chakra washes over his senses and he fades away.

“TOBIRAMA!!!”

[raendown]

Day 5 Pairing: Hashirama/Izuna Word count: 1285 Word: Trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it’s too late to use

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Trepverter - Hashirama/Izuna

“Sharper than your gaze will ever be.”

Madara jerked, having forgotten he was not alone in the room, and looked over to where his only surviving brother was lying upside down on the couch, feet tossed over the backrest and head drooping from the seat cushions to stare at the wall. “What?”

“That’s what I should have said.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. And I have a feeling I don’t want to know.”

“Hashirama! When we sparred today he was admiring my blades because he said he’d never seen such a fine point. I should have said ‘They’re sharper than your gaze will ever be’.”

“Disgusting. Who taught you to be such an awful sap? It certainly wasn’t me.” With a roll of his eyes Madara set his gaze back on the letter he was reading.

From the couch their came the sounds of offended huffing and a young man scrambling to right himself so he could defend his romantic efforts. “Look, just because you’re so sour that you’re going to die alone doesn’t mean I have to follow in your oversized footsteps.”

“I do not have big feet!”

“Why do I always think of the perfect thing to say hours after I talk to him?”

Madara took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and questioned his own sanity for even bothering to get involved in this conversation. “How is that the perfect thing to say? Wouldn’t it be an insult? You’re calling him dumb. I mean, granted, he is dumb.”

“No! I was saying that he has soft eyes!”

“Is that the sort of compliment you should be giving a shinobi?”

“This is why you don’t have a partner, Aniki. You always think of being a shinobi first and a man second. I was trying to compliment Hashirama as a person like any other normal human being would!” Izuna narrowed crossed his arms and turned away to stare out the window. When it became clear that he had been irritated in to giving up on the conversation Madara breathed a sigh of relief and went back to his letter once again.

Both of them jumped at the sound of a knock of the front door, their eyes meeting only to narrow in suspicion. The irascible clan head and his tempestuous little brother didn’t exactly get a lot of visitors. After a moment Izuna shrugged and moved to go answer the door but it wasn’t necessary as it banged open on its own before he could take more than a single step. Hashirama’s voice echoed cheerfully down the hall, snapping Izuna’s spine straight with nerves and encouraging Madara to drop his face in to both hands with despair.

Their Hokage popped his head around the corner with a wide smile and one hand waving to them both sheepishly. “I don’t mean to barge in but I needed to speak with Izuna for a moment.”

Giving his best friend a long hard stare, Madara closed his eyes and prayed for patience yet again. Then he stood up and headed to the back yard while grumbling under his breath about idiots who needed to get their shit straight. Izuna was fairly sure he also heard something about not wanting to witness any inappropriate displays but it was hard to concentrate on the retreating grump when such a delicious hunk of Senju was stepping further in to the room wearing such a bright and pretty smile.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” Hashirama said.

“No, not at all. He wasn’t being very good company anyway.”

“Ah. Well, I hope he cheers up soon.” His grin widened until it threatened to take up his whole face and Izuna bit his lip to keep any possible comments regarding cute idiots to himself.

Instead he asked, “Was there something I can help you with? You said you had something to speak with me about.”

“Yes! Earlier, before I invited you to go for a spar, there was something I should have said but didn’t. And then I was sitting in my living room this evening and I realized the opportunity I missed so I came over here to say it now.” Despite the hopeful and cheery tone of his words, his body language appeared incredibly nervous. Izuna nodded slowly until he realized the other man wasn’t going to go on without a little encouragement.

“What was it?” he prompted.

“Um…will you hold this for me?”

“Hm?” Hashirama held out his hand and Izuna reached out to accept whatever it was reflexively, wondering at the sudden change in subject. “Alright, I suppose so.���

The warm sensation of Hashirama’s skin against his own was just distracting enough that he didn’t even realize what was going on until his own fingers were woven tightly around another set and a large palm cradled his with aching tenderness. Izuna stared. And gaped. And stared a little harder. He was holding hands with Hashirama, just standing there with their fingers linked in the space between them and not saying anything.

Was this what the man had wanted to say earlier? He’d wanted to use a pick up line!?

“You look like you’re going to faint.”

“Eh?” Izuna blinked, still unable to peel his eyes away from the sight in front of him. “I just might, actually. I think I’m dreaming. At least it’s a good dream.”

“Is it? So this is okay?”

A hysterical giggle escaped. “More than okay. I’ll hold this for as long as you like. I’ll hold it all the way through dinner tomorrow if you want!” He had no idea where the sudden surge of confidence had come from but didn’t bother to question it. Not if it got him results like the blush spreading across his guest’s cheeks.

“Oh, yes, I would like that!” Hashirama shuffled a little closer, his hand closing the grip between them just a little bit tighter as well.

“Really? Ahem, I mean, good. Yes. Was that…all you wanted to talk to me about?”

Hashirama flushed. “Well, there’s one more thing that I’ve always wanted to, er, ‘say’ to you and I suppose that now is as good a time as any to get it off my chest.”

The next thing Izuna knew they were kissing. If he had the breath to say anything he would have said that this definitely ranked among the best conversations he’d ever had in his life. They really were making great progress. Excellent communication going on here. Izuna was practically floating with joy until he heard rustling at the back of the house and remembered that they were not entirely alone, that Madara could come back inside at any moment. While his brother did generally try to stay out of his love life it would be pretty hard to ignore them if they were caught making out right in the middle of the living room.

“Would you like to go for a walk, Hokage-sama?” Izuna lowered his lashed in a sly expression. “We can…practice for tomorrow. I would hate for my social skills to get rusty from lack of practice.”

Something primal and triumphant rushed through him when Hashirama flushed again with a pleased light in his eyes. Taking a step back, he used their linked hands to pull the man towards the front of the house while his mind raced with all the possibilities, empty pathways and deserted back roads where they could go for a ‘walk’ without a hundred people interrupting their private moments.

By the time Madara came back inside, letter finished and wary of what he might find, the house was entirely deserted. Good riddance, he thought. Maybe now he could work in peace.

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 2531 Soulmate au: The one where you have a spirit animal only you can see that will lead you to your soulmate

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Chapter 178: Madara/Tobirama

Tobirama’s animal guide was a cat, a lazy good for nothing smug little shit that lounged on the furniture and watched him with eyes that always seemed to mock him for something he could never figure out. It was pretty to look at, he wouldn’t deny that, all white and gold and almost translucent. Beauty did not make up for the annoyance of that mocking stare, though.

Hashirama laughed and told him he deserved it. Tobirama left spiders under his pillow again.

Resisting the urge to follow his spirit animal wasn’t a problem for him like it was for others since his stupid cat never actually tried to go anywhere. No matter how many times Touka explained that it probably meant his other half was supposed to find him Tobirama remained certain that his cat was just lazy. How could he, of all people, be meant to sit and wait? That wasn’t his style at all. If he had a question he had always been the sort of person to ask questions or go find the answer himself. Waiting was boring.

It was boredom that chased him out of the house and in to the forest when he was ten years old, irritation that made him flop down on the bank of the Naka River to scowl at his dumb spirit guide. The cat only yawned and licked its chops without care.

Only when a massive glowing snow leopard burst from the trees did his guide finally move, leaping to its feet just in time for the two beasts to crash together in a glittering explosion of light fragments. For a few moments during which he stood in shocked silence Tobirama could only think that of course he finally got to see the damn thing move quickly only to have it disappear for good. Then his brain finally caught up with him and he realized why, precisely, the thing must have disappeared.

Tobirama hated that stupid cat even more when he found out that his soulmate was an Uchiha, a loud-mouthed brat barely older than himself and only half as mature. It was hate at first sight and he felt absolutely no remorse for dunking the idiot in to fast moving currents before dashing off towards home. He could hardly believe his own bad luck to have matched with such a crappy soulmate.

Not that it stopped him from quietly checking the riverbank every chance he had thereafter.

-

It took a week before Hashirama suddenly looked around the room with the expression of one who’d had a revelation.

“How come I haven’t seen any of your stuff knocked off the walls in a while? Is your guide okay?” he asked. Tobirama eyed the spot where that damn glowing cat, visible only to himself, had spent most of its time lounging.

“Gone,” he grunted.

“Wha–!? But then – so you’ve met your soulmate! Who is it?”

Tobirama scowled and ducked his chin down to concentrate on the blades he was supposed to be cleaning. “Doesn’t matter. Can’t be together anyway.”

Matching with an enemy wasn’t exactly unheard of and his brother may have been an idiot but he wasn’t stupid. Hashirama was quick to connect the dots, face drooping in to a sympathetic pout. Tobirama ignored him. He didn’t need a soulmate to be happy. In fact, he didn’t need anything that he didn’t already have. He would be perfectly happy spending his life in support of his elder brother.

And yet, when the moon rose high and Hashirama had fallen asleep across the foot of his bed, Tobirama snuck out of his room and ran to the river, his heart hoping for something that his head told him would never be possible. He spent the night alone.

-

He was fifteen when they met again, dangling his toes in the water and trying to decide how he felt about the news his father had given them. Most shinobi died in battle. Not many lived long enough to gather their children and coldly explain the sickness raging through the body. Cancer, he had called it. Tobirama wasn’t sure what to think about the whole thing.

Was he supposed to mourn the impending loss of a man he’d never truly loved?

The sound of a snapping limb caught his attention just in time for him to hear an indignant yelp and witness his errant soulmate plunge out an overhanging tree in to the river. When Madara resurfaced Tobirama was howling with laughter, clutching his stomach as he rolled on the ground.

“It isn’t funny! Aren’t you supposed to be a sensor? You suck! I got so close to you because you suck!” On and on he railed but all Tobirama did was continue to laugh. The fool looked like nothing so much as a damsel in distress with all that hair plastered to him and a lily pad clinging just behind one ear. It was an unexpected brightness in a day he expected to be filled with nothing more than morose introspection.

“Aren’t you a sensor too? You know I have to be infusing chakra to feel anything.” Tobirama tilted his head to admire the disaster in front of him from a better angle.

Madara screeched but didn’t deny it and that small triumph would have been enough on its own to lift his mood. Riding the waves of that uplifting win, Tobirama spent the next hour dodging verbal barbs and lounging much like his cat used to, comfortable where he was sprawled out across the rocks yet unwilling to question why he was so relaxed in the presence of someone he should have been trying to kill. He also chose not to wonder why Madara was not attacking in turn. If Hashirama was allowed to go through life with his head in the clouds then Tobirama should be allowed one day of letting things slide.

When they parted that day he swore to himself that something like this could not happen again. He’d had his fill of whatever it was his stupid heart was looking for but it had to stop now.

Half a week later he found himself fishing a broken tree branch out of the Naka River while Madara sulked that the evidence of his own stupidity hadn’t vanished on the current. Once more he told himself that it could not happen again and once more he knew he was lying.

-

Butsuma was dying. It was a cold fact, terrifying for all that he did not love the man. His father’s death meant change; it meant Hashirama taking over the clan before he was truly ready, before they were certain that the council of elders was ready to support him without thinking they could somehow control him. The politics of the situation promised to be a nightmare in the coming year.

And yet Tobirama had found a silver lining no one else in his quietly panicking clan was privy to.

In the summer sunshine Madara’s smile was a sweet thing, hard earned and beautiful in the quicksilver moments when they weren’t bickering over something. He did enjoy their frequent battles of wit but there was a different feeling to knowing that Madara was smiling for him, happy to be there with him, amused at something he had said. Long since given up on denying himself, Tobirama wondered if everyone else fell in love with their soulmates this quickly. Barely more than a year had passed since they began meeting regularly and already it felt as though he had known Madara for a lifetime.  

Surrender and selfishness, he had discovered, tasted like freedom. Dangerous and addictive. Time with Madara was stolen from things he should have been doing like training or helping Hashirama read through the clan records in search of some useless nugget of information to back up some unimportant argument. He did do the important things still, of course. Madara couldn’t be his whole life. Yet for all the hours he spent acting the perfect Senju son, at least half of them were abuzz with thoughts of how long Madara’s hair was getting and how much he wanted to braid it through with flowers just to mock him for looking like a girl. Softness between them was always offset with something else, afraid of facing the truth hidden in their words.

Although it was possible that reason was only on his part. Tobirama watched Madara from the corner of his eye, listening to him ramble on about something annoying Izuna had done and the sweet revenge of dunking him in the koi pond. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know if Madara felt the same longing that he did.

They could never truly be together, after all. What would be the point?

-

Autumn had covered the riverbank with a dewy blanket of colorful leaves the evening they first kissed. Tobirama choked on the lecture he’d been giving his soulmate on why it was stupid not to wear armor in battle, fingers tightening on the bandages they were tying around a bloodied arm. They broke apart when the action caused Madara to flinch.

“Oi! Careful of the goods!” he admonished. Tobirama blinked at him.

“You kissed me.”

“And you tried to take my arm off for it! See if I do it again!”

Tobirama flailed internally – and maybe a little bit externally as well. “What!? I never asked you to kiss me!”

“Good! I’m not gonna anymore!” Madara scrunched up his nose in a jeer and Tobirama felt his blood boiling, though it was hard to tell if he was angry or excited or some other strange emotion in between.

“Well – well – take this!”

Jerking forward before the other had a chance to dodge him, Tobirama crushed their mouths together again and poured everything he had in to a kiss that rather quickly turned much steamier than he had intended. All he’d been trying to do was make a point. What kind of point he had no idea as it was lost from his mind immediately when Madara’s teeth nipped at his lower lip.

Sixteen years old, feeling like he had stolen a bit of happiness just for his own, Tobirama held tight to the sleeve of Madara’s robes and promised himself that the world would have to make him let go.  

-

“You’re not sad at all?” Madara asked for the eighth time. The very concept of not loving one’s own father seemed to baffle him, for all that he wasn’t exactly close to his own. Tobirama shrugged.

“No, we knew this day was coming. He was sick and now he’s dead. Hashirama will take his place and I will support him. There’s nothing to be sad about, really.” Uninterested in the conversation, Tobirama rather pointedly leaned over against his companion’s shoulder. Perhaps if he smiled the way Madara liked he might earn himself another kiss.

But no, instead his statement was met with a heavily exasperated sigh and a hand pushing him away. Tobirama narrowed his eyes. Separation simply wouldn’t do, not when he had spent the better part of an hour figuring out a distraction to keep Hashirama occupied so he could slip out to this meeting. After all that effort he deserved all the attention and contact he wanted. Or at least that was his opinion and, since he wasn’t often given to caring for other people’s opinion, his was the one that mattered the most.

Ignoring the protesting squawks from beside him, Tobirama dodged underneath the shoving arms and fell sideways until his upper body was cradled in Madara’s lap. He allowed himself a smug chuckle when he was not immediately flung across the clearing. Very few people could claim this level of familiarity with the boy underneath him and even fewer could get away with this unharmed. Other than himself there was probably only one other person who wouldn’t be risking death and that was only because Izuna was the last surviving sibling.

“Talk about something that isn’t boring,” he demanded. “I’m sick to death of talking about Butsuma.”

“Alright, how about we talk about your brother?” Madara huffed down at him.

“Ugh.”

“Why haven’t you told him about us? I understood when it was your father in charge but Hashirama would understand. You know damn well the first official thing he’s going to do is pitch the idea of a peace treaty.” Running fingers absently through Tobirama’s hair, Madara glared down at him, his expression in direct contrast with the gentleness of his touch.

Tobirama chewed on his lower lip. “But what’s the point of having one side behind us and not the other? You could never leave your clan – and I would never ask you to. So if there’s no chance that your father will see reason…”

“Hn. I see your point.”

Slowly sitting up again, Tobirama carefully balanced himself on one knee to throw the other one over his partner’s lap. When he had settled himself he leaned forward to wrap both arms around Madara’s neck and bury his face against the smooth skin there. Seventeen wasn’t very old in civilian terms but in shinobi years he was already approaching his prime. In this world they both understood that there were no guarantees that either of them would live to see tomorrow and yet what scared him the most was not the idea of dying, it was the idea of waiting out the rest of his life without Madara by his side.

When Madara began petting his hair again he hummed and burrowed deeper in protest of whatever the other was about to say.

“So…it’s going to be tough. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this but…my father won’t live forever either, you know?” Those words froze him in place but a hand cupping the back of his head kept his still as Madara went on. “If there’s no other options left then we play the long game. Some way, somehow, it might take years, but we’ll get to be together. Properly, I mean. When I’m clan Head we’ll make peace and we’ll build that village and then you and I? We’re gonna take the world by storm.”

Tobirama slowly opened his eyes, looking out at the world around them through the curtain of Madara’s wild hair, listening to the blood thunder in his ears.

“Sounds nice,” he admitted quietly.

“You’ll wait with me, right?”

“Forever,” Tobirama whispered. “For as long as it takes.”

Madara held him tighter and said nothing; they had already said everything they needed to. What they had was forbidden, it had gone from unwanted to the most precious part of their lives, and it was the biggest secret they had never told. It was something neither of them asked for but it was theirs and it was time they admitted they were willing to fight for it.

Some battles were fought with blood and steel. Others were fought with time and patience. Tobirama smiled to himself as he felt the tension draining out of his shoulders. If that was all it took then he was ready. He could be very patient.