Unfathomable

17.

Hashirama:

I was so afraid the whole evening. But I hid it. I hid it well for him.

I was afraid I would make him feel forced to do something he didn't want.

I was afraid he would think i was in a position of power over him because of my age and my fame.

I was afraid he would try to please me because I gave him the skis.

I was afraid he would regret it.

But all of those fears flew straight out the window as soon as we left the party and the elevator door of the hotel where it was held closed behind us, encapsulating us in a small space where there was only us.

He threw himself over me. He literally threw himself over me, locking his arms behind my neck, connecting our lips, kissing me forcefully. I put my arms around his waist and kissed him back. He clawed at my shirt and suit and hair, me at his dress while he was making the cutest little noises. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. He was a breath of fresh air, a bundle of energy in my once so sullen life. The elevator door opened, and he took me by the hand and pulled me out into the snow to go to our cabin. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pushed him into the hallway door. All thoughts of making it romantic, kissing him sensually and carrying him to the bedroom to take him on the luxurious bed where I would make sweet love to him flew straight out the window because I ended up fucking him on the hallway floor.

"Hashi..." Madara whimpered, and it drew me in-fucking-sane. "Hashi, take me. I can't stand it anymore, take me now!!"

"Madara, you're so young..." I tried.

"Shut up", Madara demanded.

"I'm twelve years older!"

"Hashi..." Madara took my face between my hands. "I'm an adult. You're an adult. I want this. You want this. We can make the decisions we want for ourselves. I am brave enough to love whomever the fuck I want. Are you as well?"

I stared at him. God, this kid. So demanding, yet so giving. I put my hands on his face, and for a while, we just held each other's faces, looking at each other.

"I'm so fucking horny", Madara said, took my hand and put it on his thigh, letting me feel the pleasant sensation of his tights over his taut leg. I let my hand slip up to the edge of the thighs underneath that lovely dress of his, and he shivered as my hand touched the bare skin of his waist. I silenced his moan with my lips, and we started kissing hungrily once more, clawing at each other, eating each other's hearts out. I cared about him. I cared about him so much. I wanted all that was good in the world for this kid, and even if I was just a one-off-thing for him, I wanted to make that one-off-thing good.

But no matter his words, I couldn't stop worrying about him. What if I hurt him physically? He was quite small. What if he tore? What if-

"Hashi", Madara said, sitting up slowly. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know, I... I'm very afraid of hurting you."

He looked at me. I found it hard to look back. But he grabbed my face as an ask to look him into the eyes, and I accepted.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes", I said.

"I don't mean it lightly, Hashi. Do you trust me? Like, full-on, unconditionally trust me?"

I looked at him. It was the easiest question of my life. I would trust this boy with anything. He didn't have one bad bone in his body.

"Yes."

Madara started to undress me then. First, he took off my suit, his hand stroking the fabric of my shirt underneath. I shivered. His face was stern, focussed. Then, he undid my tie and let it slide off. He put it around his own neck and tied it once, as if making himself a present to me that I would gladly accept. I lifted my hands and started to undo the zipper on the back of his dress, pulled it off his shoulders. I placed feather kisses on them, and he sighed happily. He slid his hands down, undoing my belt before pulling his tights off.

"Hashi..." he said, taking my hand and guiding it to his opening.

"Where are your underwear?" I asked.

"Fuck that", he breathed, and I couldn't help but smile, beside myself. "Prep me."

I took a deep breath, pushed all hesitation aside as I started moving the tips of my four fingers in circles around him, switching them from time to time so that one second, my index was touching him, then my long finger, then my ring finger, and lastly my pinky. He screamed out in shock as I touched him and started breathing raggedly.

"You okay?"

"No-one- Ahh, no-one... Has ever- Ahh! Has ever touched me like that."

I found this subtle mention of previous intercourses incredibly hot for some reason, and used that to egg me on to push my long finger in. Madara leaned back on his elbows then, spread his legs for me, his dress still around his waist, opening himself up to me like a flower, and I think it was in that moment we both became desperate. We didn't even bother to remove any clothes; I just worked quickly to prep him.

"That's enough", Madara pleaded, a sweaty, moaning mess beneath me. God, he was hot, every muscle being visible in his thighs, nicely contrasted by his softer, more slender upper body.

"I haven't prepped you enough", I said.

"What do you think I am, a virgin?" he said harshly. "Just go for it, Hashi. Go get it. I know you want it."

I grabbed him by the hair then and jerked. He let out a surprised moan. "First of all, Madara", I said darkly. "You do not speak like that in bed." If he was surprised by this change in my ways, he hid it well. Instead, he smirked happily. "Second..." I turned him over so he was on all four, unzipped my trousers, brought my leaking tip to his skin. "I decide when I fuck you. Not you." I circled him again, this time using the sensitive skin on my top, causing him to mewl deliciously. "So if I say you need more prep..." I took the hand I held in his hair still and shoved two of my fingers into his mouth harshly. He whimpered, and I could feel him drool around me already, my long fingers preventing him from swallowing. "You need more prep."

And with that, I shoved my entire self into him. Madara screamed, and I grunted. I released my hair from its bun and shook it out, bent forwards so he could feel the tips of it on his back as I fucked him in the hallway, the tips he'd so carefully cut a few days and a lifetime ago. I thrusted like a complete madman and Madara screamed, and I could feel it would only be a matter of seconds before I came because it had been so long.

"Madara, I can't hold back!"

"Then don't!!" he screamed and I didn't, I screamed as I felt the release that had built up inside me, making my vision go white-hot, blinding me with pleasure as I convulsed, Madara shivering underneath me and as I pulled out, semen mixed with blood pouring out and I turned him over once more and without any warning, I took him into my mouth, working my lips up and down, pressing harshly, refusing to let him be dissatisfied. I had to work him hard and long and I remembered that night I'd heard him get fucked by Blondie or Lucas or whatever, how they'd gone on for hours and no wonder because the stamina of this boy was insane, my cheeks and lips were becoming numb but I refused to give up, especially when he put his hands in my hair and pushed, and in the end, after fifteen minutes of me sucking, he opened up to me, his seeds filling my mouth as he screamed to the heavens and I took him in.

I took him all in.

Madara:

I slept huddled close to Hashirama that night. I had my medal on the bedside table, my face in Hashi's chest and my hand around a strand of his long hair. He was awake, looking at me and stroking my hair, whispering sweet things to me as I pretended to be asleep. I rested well in this place where all was right in the world, and I realised that this was what being in love with someone felt like for me. Safety, calm, mutual respect and passion. I felt nothing short of whole.

And judging by the things Hashi whispered to my fake-asleep self, he felt the same way.