Twin Leaves in the Shadow

第14章

*NSFW*
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After a few rounds of drinks, the two men stumbled back to Madara's home. Hashirama had managed to convince Madara to stay a bit longer. The entire night they made eyes at each other when nobody was looking. Just by luck, they had found a chance to sneak away from the crowd unnoticed.

They stood in front of Madara's home, fumbling over themselves trying to get inside. Madara could barely close the door before Hashirama shoved him against it. He slipped his hands under Madara's shirt, running his fingertips against his chest. Madara's fingers tangled into Hashirama's hair as their lips connected. They kissed rough and sloppily, grinding hard against each other.

Madara shoved Hashirama back and broke apart their kiss. He began backing Hashirama down the hall, leading him to the bedroom. The brunette fell back onto the bed in the center of the room. He looked up at Madara innocently as his hand slipped into his pants. Madara watched as began to pleasure himself in front of him.

"Who knew the Hokage was such a desperate slut," Madara remarked with a smirk on his face.

Hashirama rolled his eyes, stopping what he was doing.

"Shut up and finish this," Hashirama ordered.

Within a second, Madara was between his legs. His hand was wrapped tightly around his neck, pinning him hard on the pillow.

"Are you going to act like a brat the entire time?" Madara growled in his ear.

Hashirama swung his hand around and slapped Madara hard on the cheek. Madara instantly let go of Hashirama to bring his hand to the place where he was just hit. He looked down at the brunette, who had a devious grin painted on his face.

"You wanna try that again?" Madara taunted.

Unafraid, Hashirama raised his hand again. Just before he could make contact, his hand was pinned above his head. Madara gripped his wrists tightly, leaving indentations where his fingers laid. He harshly grabbed Hashirama by the mouth with his other hand. A shy smile crept on his face as he watched Hashirama's eyes widen.

"You're going to do what I tell you to do," Madara commanded.

Hashirama whimpered underneath him. Madara let go slowly, watching the brunette closely. Hashirama gently grabbed Madara's hand and brought it up to his mouth. He placed a gentle kisses on his fingers, making eye contact with Madara the entire time. Hashirama slipped his index finger between his lips and began gently sucking. Madara watched as his mouth hung open in awe. Hashirama's tongue swirled around his finger, making the erection in his pants ache. It was euphoric to have Hashirama drool over him.

All he could manage to muster up and say was, "Take off your clothes."

They both raised up and frantically removed their clothes. Hashirama lunged at Madara to push him back on the bed. Before he could touch him, Madara grabbed his wrist and flipped Hashirama to lay on his stomach. Madara positioned himself behind Hashirama, gripping his hips roughly. Without a warning, he thrusted hard inside Hashirama, making him let out a yelp. Madara leaned down and placed gentle kisses on Hashirama's right shoulder as he began moving his hips rhythmically.  Each thrust was rough, making it impossible for Hashirama to utter out any words. His moans echoed in the room, bringing music to Madara's ears.

"I love watching how fucking useless you become once you get my cock inside you," Madara teased, leaning close to his ear.

He grabbed a fist full of Hashirama's hair and yanked his head back. His thrusts became harder and more erratic. With every passing minute, Hashirama felt himself losing control. Hashirama wrapped his hand around his erection and massaged it, feeling his orgasm approaching soon.

"I-I'm gonna cum," Hashirama panted.

Hearing those words encouraged Madara. He hit harder and deeper, bringing Hashirama over the edge. The brunette shook as he finished in his hand and all over the sheets. Madara didn't give him a chance to rest. He pulled out and flipped Hashirama over on his back. He began pumping his erection over Hashirama, cumming all over his stomach. Exhausted, Madara collapsed beside Hashirama. Their heavy breathing was all that was heard in the dark, quiet room.

"I'm not sleeping in these sheets," Hashirama chuckled, breaking the silence.

"I should make you for slapping me earlier," Madara remarked with a grin on his face.

"You liked it," Hashirama teased.

Hashirama turned over and draped himself on Madara's chest. The Uchiha tucked one arm underneath his own head and used the other free hand to play with Hashirama's hair. They looked lovingly into each other's eyes, smiling softly.

"I have a question," Hashirama murmured, rubbing circles on Madara's chest with his finger.

"Hm?"

He shifted his gaze away from Madara's nervously.

"So am I your boyfriend?" he asked in a hush tone.

"What?" Madara questioned with a hint of terror in his voice.

"Well, what would you call this?" Hashirama frantically replied.

They sat quietly for a moment with their hearts racing. Madara pondered his question, unsure of how to answer.

"I think we are too grown for such childish labels, Hashirama," he answered dryly.

Hashirama frowned and nodded his head. He tried to move off of Madara's chest, but was immediately pulled back down. Madara wrapped his arms around Hashirama, pinning him against his chest.

"I am yours and you are mine. That's all that matters," Madara assured.

"That's all I want," Hashirama hummed, sinking into him.

They laid still, quietly taking in the moment. It made Hashirama feel good to know where he stood with Madara. Everything was nearly perfect. However, the question of when Madara would want to go public, or if he even planned to, lingered in the back of Hashirama's mind. He knew it wouldn't be any time soon, but he longed to be able to love him when they aren't behind closed doors.

"We should get ready for bed," Madara whispered, interrupting Hashirama's thoughts.

They both cleaned up and changed the sheets on the bed. The adrenaline from the night had finally wore off, leaving them both exhausted. They crawled into bed and settled in for the night. Madara spooned Hashirama, nuzzling his face between his shoulder blades. Within minutes of their heads hitting the pillow, they were fast asleep.

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Hours had gone by and it was still in the dead of night. Hashirama awoke still in Madara's arms. An uneasy feeling overcame him.

"Madara?" he uttered, nudging him awake.

"Yes?" he sleepily answered.

"I sense someone. I think someone is watching us," he whispered.

Madara shot up out of the bed and headed straight for the window. Hashirama watched him as he frantically searched the area.

"Madara?"

As he turned around, a little bit of terror entered Hashirama. Madara's eyes had changed and his face had gone pale.

"The Sharingan," Hashirama thought, leaping to his feet.