Blood Lust

Chapter 15

Behind them stood a menacing figure. Coated in blood with an eerie smile on his face. He looked just like Madara with his similar features and red, glowing eyes. It shook Hashirama to his core to look at him. There was something completely off about him.

"It's been so long, Madara," Izuna spoke in a dulcet voice.

Madara held out his arm like a shield and pushed Hashirama gently behind him.

"Why didn't you come find me after all this time?" Madara choked out. "I thought you were dead."

Every step Izuna took towards them, Madara would force Hashirama to take another step back.

"I figured you'd eventually find me," he grinned. "And it seems I was right."

He peered behind Madara and his eyes lit up at Hashirama. His smile seemed more sinister now.

"Are you in another coven now, my dear brother?" Izuna questioned.

Madara's hand had a vice grip on Hashirama's forearm. He was ready to make him run if the situation came to it.

"No," Madara sheepishly replied.

Izuna's bright eyes widened in delight. At this point, Madara and Hashirama couldn't back up any further due to the dense brush surrounding them. Izuna had them cornered.

"Is he your mate?" he sneered.

"It doesn't matter, Izuna," Madara hissed.

"What's your name?" Izuna was looking directly at Hashirama, ignoring Madara's dismissal.

Madara squeezed harder on Hashirama's arm. "Don't answer him."

Hashirama knew Madara wasn't afraid of his brother. He wasn't cowering down as if he was threatened. It was obvious he wasn't looking to start a confrontation. He appeared calm, likely finding an escape route for them both.

"You're awfully protective of him," Izuna chuckled. "It's almost like you're afraid I'll try to kill him."

"Is that not your intention?" Madara snapped. "You've been biding your time for this perfect moment, haven't you?"

Before Izuna could answer, a few more vampires ran through the brush towards him. They merely gave a quick glare at Madara before speaking.

"Hunters have showed up," one panted. He was equally as bloody as Izuna.

"What a shame," Izuna sighed before returning his attention back to Madara. "I'll be seeing you again, big brother. We can finish this later."

Within a blink of an eye, the small entourage of vampires took off into the forest. Madara finally released his grip on Hashirama, leaving a dull handprint behind.

"We are going home," Madara uttered quietly.

"Madara, I'm sorry---"

Hashirama was silenced by a quick raise of Madara's hand to stop him. They took off towards the castle together with Madara still on high-alert. Not a word was spoken between them.

When they stepped inside the safety of the castle, Madara was quick to hide himself away in his study. Hashirama trailed behind him like a lost puppy-dog.

"Why won't you say anything to me?" Hashirama whined once Madara was settled behind the big desk.

He only received a glare from Madara.

"Do you hate me now?" Hashirama pressed further.

Madara crossed his arms and let out a huff. "That's a really stupid question, Hashirama."

"So you can speak?" Hashirama mocked.

The dark haired vampire stood and walked over to where Hashirama stood. His footsteps were heavy with anger as he approached, making Hashirama cower down just a bit.

"You shouldn't meddle in things that you have no business in," Madara scolded. "We both could have died. Do you realize that?"

"Madara, I'm sorry---"

"Don't apologize, just listen to me from now on!" he snapped. His angry eyes simmered down into a mournful stare. "Tell me, what do you think when you look at me?"

Hashirama was caught off-guard by the question. It seemed so out-of-place for the situation.

"I just---I love you," Hashirama stuttered. "I'd do anything for you."

Madara took a deep breath and caressed Hashirama's face in his hands. "I'd die for you, Hashirama. And if my brother harmed you, I would have been put in a tough situation. I'd kill him without hesitation and I don't want to do that. Do you understand?"

Hashirama silently nodded.

"I know you thought you were helping, but you don't understand this way of life," Madara continued.

"It was stupid of me to do that," Hashirama mumbled.

Madara pulled his head down to meet his lips for a soft, tender kiss. Hashirama instinctively wrapped his arms around his waist and guided him up to his tippy toes so he could straighten his back. They remained like this for a few moments, allowing themselves to find comfort in the other.

The tenderness grew into lustful actions. It took Hashirama by surprise to find Madara in such a mood. They raced to the bedroom, discarding their clothes in the process. Madara made a point that he would be in charge for the night by pinning his lover harshly onto the bed. Normally, they'd take their time with prep and foreplay, but Madara's hand went straight for the lubricant.

Every thrust was harder and faster than the last. The bed wobbled and creaked every time. Hashirama couldn't even speak coherent words. His hands gripped the sheets beneath them, ripping them from the grip he held to brace himself. Madara held both of Hashirama's legs over his shoulders, folding his body into the bed and rendering him almost useless.

"Ma---Madara," Hashirama gasped and stuttered. "Too---Too much."

The words fell on deaf ears.

"Madara!" Hashirama shrieked. Even though he was cumming onto his belly, he couldn't find enjoyment in it. His cries were one of pain.

The final blow Madara gave made the bed leg's collapse hard onto the floor. The footboard of the bed tumbled down from the impact with a loud crash. Finally, Madara realized how cruel he was being once he saw the look of horror painted on Hashirama's face.

"I feel like you broke my back!" Hashirama panted.

Madara released Hashirama from his grip and fell back onto his heels.

"You'll heal overnight," Madara dismissed. He looked at their surroundings in disbelief. The room was an absolute wreck.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Hashirama belted out. "Are you still angry with me or something?"

Madara took a moment to process his thoughts. He only had one thing on his mind.

"I was thinking of my brother---"

"What?" Hashirama interrupted in horror.

"Not like that, you dipshit!" Madara groaned as he rolled his eyes. "I'm just frustrated with the situation we are in!"

"Well, you can't say something like that after something like this happens!" Hashirama scoffed.

Madara fell back onto the bed, making it creak some more. He let out a deep sigh before covering his face with his hands.

"I'd comfort you, but I can't move," Hashirama whimpered.

"I'm fine." He was lying through his teeth, but he didn't want to worry Hashirama. Clearly, time had changed his brother. There was a darkness that radiated from him. Madara feared that he'd one day have to defend himself from his own flesh and blood. He almost wished that he had actually been dead.