Cordarone (Hashirama x Madara AND Tobirama x Izuna)

12. Get on top (Hashirama and Madara)

Madara knocked on the wooden door before he entered as he always did. It was his chambers as well now, to be fair, but the habit of knocking had never left him.

"I brought you some books."

"Madara. How lovely", Hashirama said as he turned to greet him.

"The books, or me?" Madara joked, and Hashirama stood up and took him into his arms.

"You, of course, my love."

They kissed. God, Madara loved the man in front of him so much. Several times a day, he would twirl his golden engagement ring around his finger, still unable to believe he had it, even if it was a year ago Hashirama had proposed.

And judging by the way Hashirama looked at him, he loved him just as much. 

Hashirama had changed ever since Madara had gotten his heart transplant, and had not only survived the surgery but actually excelled. Madara would never be able to run long distances, but to be able chase his little brother in the garden. It was as if he was recovering all the playing he'd lost as a child because he'd been too sick.

And also, to be able to be alone with Hashirama now...

"It's a lovely day out", Hashirama purred into Madara's ear now. "We should go out."

"Oh, but I don't want to go out", Madara said, and he put his arms around Hashirama's neck and kissed him deeply.

Oh, how ravenous they had become for one another once the tables had turned for Madara. He had experienced starvation as a child, but never like this. Starvation created by hunger could never reach this level. And they were insatiable, the two; once they started, they wanted to be inside one another immediately, wishing their clothes could just disappear.

But this time, Hashirama was of a different mind. This time, Hashirama didn't allow Madara to hurry.

He smirked as Madara squealed in desperation as Hashirama held his wrists to stop him from undressing him, or himself.

"Hashi..." he whimpered.

"Hush, my darling", Hashirama murmured, cupping his lover's chin. "Let me take the lead."

Which was a completely unnecessary thing to say because Madara had given himself over to Hashirama completely.

He carefully grabbed both of Madara's wrists in one hand, engulfing their creamy whiteness in his large, safe palm, and slowly but expertly undressed Madara one-handedly, only softly releasing one wrist at a time to thread the sleeves of his robes through.

Finally, Madara stood naked and trembling in front of Hashirama, and he looked down with a blush. Hashirama softly backed him up against the wall, pushing him against it using his knee on Madara's crotch.

"Hey", he said and released Madara's wrists, following that release up with a soft kiss. "Never look down. Never look away. You are beautiful and you should know that."

Madara smiled shyly, but obeyed.

Hashirama kept calm on the outside, but inside, he was burning. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and by the weakness in Madara's knees, he couldn't, either.

They stood looking at one another, waiting for the other to explode. Finally, it was Hashirama who moved, throwing himself over the much smaller man, pushing him down on the bed and laying down on top of him.