Twin Leaves in the Shadow

第11章

*NSFW*
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"You will come home tonight, right?" Tobirama asked, standing at the office door.

The sun had already set and everyone was heading home to rest up for the conference tomorrow. Hashirama was looking out the large window in his office, watching the village quiet down for the night.

Turned away from Tobirama, he replied, "Yes, I'll see you later."

He heard the door shut behind him and Tobirama's footsteps trail off. Sighing, he turned around and blew out the oil lamp on his desk. He left the room and started walking towards home. Madara never came back to visit him, which made Hashirama worry. It had almost become routine to see him. As he walked through the village, he kept a look out for the small possibility of running into him.

"Maybe he overheard Tobirama and I." he thought.

"No, he's probably just busy."

"Or maybe I upset him this morning?"

Thoughts raced through his mind until he was finally back home. He rushed to his room and crawled into his bed, successfully avoiding his brother. He figured Tobirama wouldn't bother him if he appeared to be sleeping.

Hashirama could see lights cutting off underneath the crack of his door, indicating that Tobirama was going to bed. He sat still in his bed, unable to fall asleep. Between Madara and the conference, his mind was clouded with anxiety.

Suddenly, his breath hitched. He could feel eyes on him. His eyes went straight to the window in his room, spotting a dark figure peering in. Laying perfectly still, he focused his eyes on the figure.

"Is that....Madara?" he thought, moving out of his bed towards the window.

As he got closer, the features of the figure became more clear. It was Madara. Hashirama quietly opened his window, going slowly to avoid waking Tobirama.

"What are you doing?" Hashirama whispered, sticking his head out the window.

Madara shooed him to step back and crawled through the window. Hashirama eyes stayed glued on him the entire time. Something about him seemed different.

"Tobirama is in the other room. He might notice someone else in the home," Hashirama expressed, his voice still at a whisper.

The moonlight illuminated the room just enough to show a devilish grin grow on Madara's lips. When his eyes met with Hashirama's, a chill went down his spine. His eyes seemed cold and vengeful. Madara crept closer to Hashirama, backing him up against the wall behind him. His hand wrapped around Hashirama's neck, pinning him roughly against the wall.

"Let him find us," he taunted, pressing his lips against Hashirama's ear.

Hashirama attempted to break free from Madara's grasp, but his grip only tightened. A gasp escaped from Hashirama as Madara forced him down on his knees.

"Madara, what's going on?" Hashirama panted, grasping Madara's hand desperately.

"Just shut up," he groaned.

Hashirama's eyes grew big out of fear. Madara's demeanor changed instantly once he saw and he let go of Hashirama. He sank to the floor in front of the brunette, seeming to be in shock of his own actions.

"Madara, please talk to me," Hashirama murmured, reaching out to him.

The dark haired man stayed silent, staring at the ground. Tears gathered at his eyes and dripped down to the floor. Hashirama positioned himself behind Madara and wrapped his arms around him.

"I was there," Madara mumbled.

Hashirama raised his head, confused by his statement.

"What are you talking about?"

"I was the one listening," he confessed.

The two sat silently. Hashirama was flooded with panic and grief.

"Madara, I-"

"Save your breath, Hashirama," Madara sighed, raising his hand to stop him from speaking further. He slunk his shoulders and bowed his head, his dark hair hiding him.

Hashirama rested his head on Madara's back and pulled him in closer.

"I will do everything I can to change this world," Hashirama spoke softly. "I love you, Madara. Nothing can change that."

Madara let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

"I want to believe in you, but this world doesn't see what you see," Madara sighed.

Hashirama let go of Madara and scooted around to sit in front of him. He grabbed Madara's face and forced him to look up at him.

"I mean every word," he declared, staring into Madara's eyes. He could see relief pour over Madara.

He felt Madara's hand grasp his face and pull him in. Their lips connected, salty and sticky from his tears. Hashirama parted from his lips and grabbed Madara's hand. He led him to lay down on the bed and crawled on top, straddling him. The brunette leaned down and kissed along his jawline, while his hands slid under his shirt. Madara gripped Hashirama's hips and started to grind them rhythmically against his groin.

"Show me that you really love me," Madara begged.

Hashirama immediately raised up and pulled his top off, while Madara wiggled out of his own. They took a moment to admire each other, glowing in the moonlight that lit up the room. Hashirama quickly kissed his lips before leaving a trail of kisses down his torso. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Madara's pants and tugged them off. Hashirama slipped in between Madara's legs and propped himself above him.

"First, I want you to say it back," Hashirama teased, using a free hand to pull his pants down.

Madara smiled, caressing Hashirama's face in his hands.

"Say what?" he joked.

Hashirama pressed his erection into Madara's entrance, making him gasp. A sly smile covered Hashirama's lips as he watched Madara squirm and wince in pain.

"Say that you love me," he whispered into Madara's ear. "I want to hear you say it."

He pressed deeper, watching Madara's eyes widen.

"You're such an asshole," Madara mumbled.

"I don't think that's what I asked you to say."

He pushed harder and deeper, nearly causing Madara to shriek. Hashirama's hand covered Madara's mouth, muffling his moans. His hips began moving back and forth, achingly slow. Madara's hands slid into Hashirama's hair, pulling gently with every stroke.

"Say it," he demanded, his movements getting more rough.

Madara shoved Hashirama's hand away from his mouth and glared at him.

"Make me say it."

Taking the challenge, Hashirama sped up his rhythm. His movements became harsher and more erratic. He covered Madara's mouth, pinning his head to the pillow. His eyes watched Madara's hand reach down and grab is own erection, pumping at the same speed as Hashirama. Moving back up his body, he noticed Madara's breathing getting faster. His moans were getting louder and harder to muffle, but it only encouraged Hashirama more. The feeling felt too good. Hashirama's side began to burn, feeling Madara's nails dig into him.

"I know you want to say it," Hashirama whispered, watching Madara's eyes roll back.

He felt a warm sensation on his stomach caught his attention. Madara had finished all over himself. The sight pushed Hashirama over the edge. He pulled out and came on Madara's chest, grunting trying to hold back his moans. Hashirama collasped beside Madara, exhausted from his climax. He felt Madara's hand wrap around his own.

"I love you," Madara uttered nervously.

Hashirama rolled over and rested his head on Madara's chest, feeling the dark haired man's arms wrap tightly around him. Madara's lips pressed against his forehead gently, making his heart flutter. Their eyes grew heavier as they winded down. Soon, they were fast asleep in each other's arms.