Rhetorics

24. Cigarettes and coffee (Hashirama)

My home was warmer than it had ever been.

The feeling of him was oddly familiar, yet so new. It felt strange, a man of his calibre, of his stature, of his size leaning on me for support. He had submitted to me before, yes, but that had been willingly, because he trusted me, knowing he could, at any minute, switch and dominate the fuck out of me.

But this was different. Now, he had to trust me, could only pray I would not let him down. He had to lean on my shoulder because he needed me.

He could not switch.

I had my arm around his shoulders as we sat on my couch, silently, me leaning my cheek on the top of his head. From time to time, I would plant a kiss on his longish short hair. I couldn't stop myself from thinking he was so sweet, wearing an oversized, grey cardigan that hung loosely on one shoulder. It looked incredible with his short hair.

"I like it like this", I complimented him softly.

"Don't", he begged.

"What?" I asked.

"Make me fall for you."

"Madara."

"Mmm?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"That you hurt me."

I went silent for a while.

"Yesterday, I read a study." I stopped to see if he would protest, ask me to shut up. He didn't, and I saw it as my cue to continue. "It was about the link between coffee, and deaths in cardiac disease. It concluded there's a correlation. But it also spoke of confounding factors. Because correlations don't necessarily mean causation. I know you know all this, but I hadn't thought of it that way. People who drink more coffee are more likely to die in cardiac disease, yes. But it's not because coffee increases the risk of cardiac disease. It's because drinking coffee increases the risk that you're also smoking cigarettes. It's the cigarettes that cause the deaths. Cigarette smoking is the confounding factor. In fact, a certain amount of caffeine a day has been shown to be protective against cardiac disease, once you use calculus programmes to rule out confounding factors."

"Where are you going with this?" Madara asked. He didn't sound irritated, only softly curious. I fingered his hair.

"I read other studies. There was this one study that showed that a higher percentage of immigrants than natives commit crimes. But that's not because they're immigrants. That's because being an immigrant increases your risk of bad living conditions. The bad living conditions, in turn, increases your risk of committing crimes. Bad living conditions is the confounding factor. It's the cigarette smoking." Madara looked up at me. "The right are not getting my votes. I cannot promise you I will join the left politically. Most likely, I will not. And I cannot promise you that what I did in parliament, on national television when I resigned will give the left a majority and this the government. But you will have my vote."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. Do it... Do it!

I put my finger beneath his chin, tilted his head up to mine.

"As you will have my heart because I'm in love with he you."

"Hashi..."

"And you can be angry with me and hate me and scream at me and be ashamed of me all you like. But I'm in love with you and I'm not going to stop being in love with you."

Madara turned so he was looking at me. Then, he began talking.

"I saw the way you looked at me. I saw the attraction, yes. But behind all of that was the pity. Pity that I was Asian. I knew you felt bad for me. But I don't. I like the way I look!" He was looking at me so intensely, I melted beneath his gaze. "Please... Please tell me you don't feel that pity anymore."

I just stared at him, mouth agape. "Of course not."

I couldn't breathe.

"Then I'm all yours."

He threw himself over me and kissed me. I leaned back, let him lay on top of me in the couch. He grabbed my hair, pulled it forcefully, opening my mouth to him so our tongues could play, hot and humid. His hand travelled down in between us, unbuckled his belt, then mine and we both pulled our trousers down to our knees, grinding each other, the hot smell of the one rubbing off on the other perfuming the air. I leaned my head back and moaned and he immediately bit my neck, leaving his love there. He moved amazingly above me, let our shafts dance like two swords preparing for battle. I looked at him, wanting to be kissed and he read me and so kissed me. He stood up, rolled me over, put a hand in the back of my head and pushed me into a pillow. He took off my trousers completely, letting my shirt stay on. He fiddled with my tie, took it off.

"Madara, what are you... Ahh..."

"Shut your mouth, Senju", he said as he tied my wrists behind my back as I lay flat on my stomach. He wasn't in any way gentle; the tie was harsh around my wrists, the knot uncomfortable. I suspected I wouldn't be able to get it off unless he helped me. It was unbelievable sexy.

But it was nothing compared to the feeling of his warm, drenched tip at my opening. Slowly, he pushed himself in and I was immediately shot by a million arrows of pleasure. Fuck. Usually there was some uncomfortable pain before the pleasure started but he was so wet above me it was like he melted my insides. I moaned like a manic, and above me, he moaned, too.

"Fuck, Uchiha."

"Say it", he demanded.

"I can't or I'll come!!"

He pushed the side of my head into the pillow.

"Say it!"

"Madara..."

"Good boy."

"Madara!"

"Again!!"

"Madara!!"

He began thrusting like a madman. I screamed, a trail of drool carelessly running down my chin. I convulsed as I came, warm semen pouring down on the couch, wetting my thighs. The pleasure of Madara keeping thrusting above me as I had already come was unbearable, his top hitting my pleasure spot so harshly, I couldn't breathe. He was a man who kept thrusting as he came, because he kept beating my pleasure spot as his moans turned to screams, to roars and he must've been somewhere completely else, like on acid as he convulsed, shook above me before he slumped down on my back, panting, exhausted, done.

"I like you", Hashirama", he said softly, hugging me from behind.

I took his hand, turned my head more to the side where I still lay on my stomach, kissed it.

"I'm here for you", I said. "Whatever happens I'm here for you."