Save Us, Daddy

  The Senju brothers had been back for a few days now and everyone suspected that it was Hashirama’s return that had helped Madara begin to heal.  The Uchiha was behaving himself and doing mostly everything that he was asked obediently, which included taking his medication and even having baths without putting up too much of a fight.

  Right now, Madara was sitting at the table as he allowed Hashirama to handfeed him breakfast. Tobi and Obito sat on the other side of the table, watching quietly.  They were glad that their dad was feeling better.

  “Daddy?” Tobi asked as he stood up and ran to his father.  He hugged Madara.  “Tobi is happy that Daddy is getting better.”

  Madara flinched at the contact before he smiled and petted Tobi’s head.  “Daddy loves you, too, Tobi…”

  Hashirama smiled at the two Uchiha before he leant over and placed a kiss on Madara’s forehead.

  “I’m going to run you a bath before I take you to the doctor, okay?” Hashirama said in a soft manner.  “You can stay with your kids until it is ready.”

  Madara whined before nodding.  He picked Tobi up and set him in his lap, hugging him.  “Okay.”

  -XX-

  “He seems to be recovering at a fast rate,” Madara’s doctor said to Hashirama later that day after an examination of Madara’s body.  “His bruises and cuts, especially.  I would like to take another look at his anus, so if you’ll help him bend over and keep him calm, that would be great.”

  Hashirama nodded.  He glanced at the Uchiha sitting on the bed and approached Madara slowly.    When the Uchiha looked up from the floor to see who was coming near him, the Senju smiled in a warm manner.  He sat down beside the younger and hugged him.

  Madara nestled in close to his lover.  He nuzzled into his neck and purred happily.  “I love you, Hashirama…”

  “I love you, too, Madara.  I need you to let the doctor have a look at you again, okay?”

  Madara nodded as he nuzzled in closer.  “Okay…”

  “No, Madara, I mean…” Hashirama cleared his throat.  “…I mean where I touch you…”

  Madara tensed before shaking his head.  “No…  No, I don’t want him to touch me there…”

  “It’s okay, Madara; he only wants to make sure that you’re healing properly.”

  “No!” Madara exclaimed in a stubborn manner.  “I don't want him to touch me there!  I only want you, Hashirama!”

  “Madara, it’s okay,” Hashirama whispered.  “I’ll still be here with you – I promise.  If the doctor does anything that he’s not supposed to, I promise I will stop him.”

  It took a lot of coaxing and lot more patience before Madara was persuaded.  Hashirama helped said male off the bed and leant him over it.  He stroked the black hair in a soothing manner as he whispered comforting words.  The Senju looked away as the doctor pulled Madara’s pants down.

  Madara whimpered and shifted in obvious discomfort as he buried his face into Hashirama’s chest.  The Uchiha cried out and let a small sob escape as he felt the doctor’s finger on his entrance.  He let out a small scream and tried to pull away as he felt the finger push into his forbidden area, but he was held still by Hashirama.  The brown-haired man’s eyes were closed and his lips were tightened into a grimace.

  “Madara…” Hashirama cupped one of Madara’s cheeks.  “…Madara, it’s okay.  I know that you’re scared, but you’re going to be okay.  I promise.”

  “No…” Madara groaned as he struggled in Hashirama’s arms.  “Hashirama…  I want to go home...!”

  “Madara, it’s almost over,” the doctor said.  “I promise.  I’m almost done.”

  These words didn’t reassure Madara at all – in fact, he only cried harder.  The doctor poked around inside of him for a few seconds more before he pulled his finger out and threw his gloves into the garbage.

  “Hashirama, have you had intercourse with Madara lately?” The man asked as he sent a worried glance in Madara’s direction.

  Hashirama shook his head.  “No…”

  “Have you done anything sexual to his anus recently?”

  Hashirama nodded.  “When we make out, I slip my fingers inside of him.”

  The doctor wrote something on his pad.  “I see…  He’s got an anal fissure.  I’m going to prescribe some cream and laxatives for the moment, but I want him back in about a weeks’ time to see how he’s going.  Keep an eye on him.  Here’s some tips for the pain.”

  Hashirama took the note as he watched the younger Uchiha.  “Madara, why didn't you tell me you were in pain?”

  Madara shrugged as he looked down at the ground in silence.  Hashirama hugged him.

  “It would be embarrassing for him to speak about,” the doctor explained.  “Just try these for now and make an appointment on your way out.  If these don't work then I’ll look into something else for him.”

  “Thank you, doctor.” Hashirama picked Madara up and helped him to his feet.  “C’mon, Madara; we’ll go home and rest, okay?  It’s alright.”