☆HashiMada OneShots☆

Secretive

It was happening again, and Hashirama couldn't ignore it this time. It began a week ago, already, and it was hurting him so much, but he kept it to himself, thinking it would stop. However, it didn't stop. It even became worse, as time passed and that night, it was the one time too many.

Because, like every night, for a week or so, Madara was getting up from their bed in the middle of the night and leaving the house without a word, not even leaving him a note about where he could be found.

Hashirama was feeling so bad about it. It had been so hard to make Madara accept to sleep against him, at night, for his friend and lover, to accept his love, and that it wasn't so bad to have a relationship. He had worked for days and days until he finally got what he wanted. Not sex, no, that was just an occasional bonus, but... To be able to smile at Madara and to see Madara smile back at him, sometimes, and accept his kisses and his love... He had prayed to all the gods to finally be able to do it and for Madara to stop pushing him away... And he had done everything to make sure Madara was feeling comfortable around him, trying not to embarrass him, not to fluster him as Madara hated it...

But now, Madara was leaving him without a word, and Hashirama couldn't help but think it was his fault. He surely did something wrong with him, something to make Madara uncomfortable, hence his need to go away from him.

Because it didn't only happen at night. No, it was worse than that. Even during the day, Madara had taken the habit of just disappearing, without a warning, and coming back just like that, as if nothing happened. Hashirama had tried to ask about it to ask him what he was doing during this time, but it was useless. The Uchiha was stubborn and wouldn't say a word about it.

So, Hashirama tried other means. He tried to sense Madara's chakra around the town, but Madara wasn't stupid, and, as a shinobi, he knew well how to hide his chakra, even from him. he tried to follow him, but, once again, Madara easily slipped out of his view and couldn't be found again...

However, tonight was different. Hashirama really wanted to know what was happening because his doubts were beginning to wear him out. He couldn't stop thinking about it, that maybe Madara didn't like him anymore, that he wanted to leave the village... It was stupid to think so, Madara loved Konoha.. Or did he? There was always that little voice, in the back of his mind, reminding him that Madara wasn't easy to tame, that sooner or later, he'd leave, just like that, and never return... But Hashirama couldn't believe it. Maybe he was just blind because of his love, but he knew his friend. Madara would never do something like that...

Maybe he had a lover? It was hard to believe that Madara could
enjoy intimacy with someone else, as the Uchiha could barely stay naked when they were together. He was so... sensible, about his body that Hashirama took the habit of never fully undressing the other. It even was kind of erotic when he was above Madara, making love to him, to see Madara still wearing a haori. To see its sleeves slid against his skin as he lifted his arms to grip his hair, to see him push up his shirt, just to feel their belly touching, rubbing ragainst each other as they couldn't breathe properly anymore...

To think of Madara with another man was stupid. Madara wasn't interested in those things, never had been, and every day, Hashirama was wondering what made him change his mind with him, but he wasn't going to complain. It was so.. amazing, to share those moments with the Uchiha that he was scared of doing something that could make Madara fly away from him.

So, what was it? What could Madara possibly do when he was leaving when he was disappearing from Konoha?

Tonight, he was going to have his answer. He was ashamed to use such a disgusting way to spy on his boyfriend because he knew he had to trust Madara, but he was restless and needed to know.