(Hashimada) The Adventures of a Hedgehog and Some Idiots

22: Competitive - OPTIONAL (MATURE CONTENT)

*** TW: This is an ULTRA SPICY CHAPTER. FLAMING RED HOT HABAÑERO SPICY. CODE RED SPICY SPICY CHAPTER. . . ICHA ICHA PARADISE-LEVEL SPICY.

(please keep in mind: if you are uncomfortable reading this chapter, skip it. it won't affect your understanding of the plot and is entirely *optional*)

**** 18+ ONLY !! You have been warned ✨

(very brief recap:

"I'll need some help from the Yamanaka for this. . ." [Tobirama] said to himself. He tried to ignore the strong chakra that he could still sense, but it was too difficult. He said, "Well, guess I'm going to the Yamanaka right now, no way I can sleep anyway," and practically ran out of the Hokage's residence. There was no way he could keep staying there - he was going to have to ask Hashirama to build him a house somewhere far, far away from the Hokage's residence. . .

. . . and now we continue - if you dare :D)

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"About earlier. . ." Hashirama breathed, "I still don't think we're getting much sleep tonight. . ." He threw his cloak onto the ground and ran his hands through Madara's hair as he kissed him.

"Shall we make it a competition?" Madara smirked, kissing him harder.

"Mmm. . . I like the way you think," Hashirama said while kissing his neck. "Take that damn robe off. . ."

"Make me."

"Challenge accepted." Hashirama rolled on top of the Uchiha and tried to sit up and straddle him, but Madara was too fast - he somehow moved out from under the Senju and was behind him, his arms draped over Hashirama's shoulders.

"I see you aren't going to make this easy."

Madara whispered into his ear, "Why should I? You only deserve me if you can catch me."

"Ah, you're going to play like that? I guess I'll just have to get serious." Hashirama turned around and wrapped his legs around Madara's waist, his arms around his back. He fell backwards, then rolled over so he was on top of the Uchiha again.

Madara used his wind style to move Hashirama off of him, then he sat up and grabbed his shoulders, forcing them off of the bed to push him into the wall.

"I will not let you win so easily."

"Alright. . . Should I not use wood style to make it fair?"

"Do not underestimate me, Senju," Madara smirked.

"Fine, I'll use wood style. . . I've been waiting too damn long for this, anyway, and I want you now," Hashirama growled.

He broke free of Madara's grip and grabbed his shoulders. The Uchiha couldn't resist, and he didn't want to. Hashirama forcefully slammed him back onto the bed and used his wood style to hold him down, practically ripping off the robe. He kissed him roughly, running his hands through his hair.