It Feels Right to be Wrong

    Hashirama woke up the next morning due to a nightmare.  He shook his brother’s shoulder desperately, crying softly. 

  “Mm…” Tobirama stirred and grabbed his brother’s hand, pulling it off of his body.  “What…?”

  “T-tobi…” Hashirama whimpered, and it was then Tobirama remembered last night. 

  Tobirama sat up quickly, pulling Hashirama into a tight hug and stroking his hair.  “It’s okay, nii-san…”  He whispered gently, rocking Hashirama side-to-side slowly.  “The police came and took Madara away… It’s gonna be alright, now…  He’ll never hurt you again, aniki…  I promise.”

  “W-where is Madara…?” Hashirama sobbed softly.

  “The police took Madara to the station for questioning.  It’s okay, nii-san.  I promise.”

  “No…!” Hashirama moaned.  “I love Madara…!  I… I don't want him to be taken away!”

  Tobirama felt his blood boil at this -- how could Hashirama still love that monster after everything that the Uchiha had done to him!  Tobirama knew that he shouldn’t be surprised -- Hashirama didn't know how to hate anyone, so still loving Madara -- even after being raped by him -- shouldn’t have surprised Tobirama.

  “Nii-san,” Tobirama said quietly, “I don't think you should go back to Madara now.  I mean… look at what he’s done to you, nii-san…  And now he’s even gone as far as to rape you!  Do you understand what I was talking about?  Can you honestly say Madara loves you now, aniki?”

  “…” Hashirama just let out a strangled sob and clutched Tobirama’s shirt tightly.  “…That doesn't matter…  I still love him…”

  “Nii-san!” Tobi felt tears in his eyes at these words, and he couldn’t help but raise his voice at his older brother.  “Nii-san, if you stay with him, he’ll do something worse than rape you, aniki!  He’ll probably kill you!  You’ve seen what he does to his brother, nii-san!  Why would you get any special treatment!  All you are to him is a sex-toy!”

  “Tobi, please…” Hashirama whimpered, crying harder than ever.  “…Not now…  Please, Tobi…  Please…”

  Tobirama sighed and wiped at his own tears.  Hashirama was right -- now was not the time to be saying these things to Hashirama.

  “…I’m sorry, nii-san…  Please forgive me…”

  “…”

  Tobirama sighed.  This was going to be a rough ride.  Would he last through it or not?  Tobirama didn’t know.

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  “Nii-san, how about eggs for breakfast, today?” Tobirama asked his brother gently as he helped Hashirama sit down at the kitchen table a few days later.  “I’ll make them just the way you like them.”

  “… Okay, Tobi…” Hashirama whispered, looking down at his lap.

  Tobirama frowned and turned instead to the fridge, getting the eggs -- his brother had been like this ever since Madara had been taken away.  He had been quiet and depressed, and Tobirama was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing by calling the police.  He knew he had to stop Madara from violating his brother in such a cruel way, but… Hashirama loved Madara so much.

  Things were silent as Tobirama cooked breakfast for them both.  Once he had served the plate of eggs in front of his brother and sat down beside him, Hashirama looked up at smiled softly at Tobirama.

  “I am sorry, Tobi…” Hashirama said softly, reaching out and taking his otouto’s hand.  “I suppose I have been quite the bother lately…  I thank you for taking care of me like this, though.  I love you, Tobi.”

  Tobirama smiled back and squeezed his brother’s hand.  “I love you, too, nii-san.  I don't mind taking care of you, though.  Just promise me you’ll never go back to Madara.”

  Hashirama’s smile slipped off of his face and he looked back down at his lap, pulling his hand away from Tobirama’s gently.  “…”

  “Nii-san…” Tobirama was close to begging, now.  “…Nii-san, forget about Madara and you can be with me…  You know that I’ll always look after you and love you, nii-san.  Have I ever hurt you, before?”

  Hashirama slowly shook his head.  “…No…  You haven’t, Tobi, but…  I only want Madara…  I don't want anyone else.  I just want Madara.”

  “Evil succubus…” Tobirama snarled under his breath.

  Before another word could be spoken, a harsh knock on the door drew the younger Senju out of the kitchen.

  Hashirama sat at the kitchen table, eating quietly, waiting for his brother to return.  He was startled when a loud shout from the front of the house sounded before a loud thump.  The older Senju hurried to the front door and he was hurt to see Madara standing there, holding Tobirama against the wall by the throat.

  “Madara, stop it!” Hashirama shouted, rushing forward and pulling the Uchiha off of his brother -- he may love Madara, but if he had to choose between Madara and Tobirama, Tobirama would win every time.  “Get off of my brother!”

  “This scumbag almost got me arrested!” Madara shouted back, releasing Tobirama and turning instead to slap Hashirama across the face.  “I should kill him right here!”

  “No!” Hashirama shouted back.  “You lay one hand on my brother, Madara, and it’s over!”

  “You really think you can choose him over me?” Madara snarled, grabbing Hashirama’s hair and pulling him down to eye-level.  “He’s not worth the time.  He’s a freak of nature.  He wants to fuck his own brother.  I’ve heard him have wet dreams about you, and he’s even touched himself to us fucking, before.  He’s disgusting.  You should get rid of him before he tries to take you as his own.”

  Hashirama felt tears in his eyes at these words.  “I… I love my brother, no matter how he may feel about me…  I would never choose anyone over Tobi, Madara.  May I say something?”

  Madara raised an eyebrow in curiosity – Hashirama rarely had the balls to talk back to him. 

  “Speak.” Madara snarled.

  “Doesn't Izuna-kun feel the same way about you as Tobi feels about me?”

  Hashirama winced as Madara slapped him harshly.  The older Senju could hear his brother in the background, growling to himself. 

  Tobirama knew better than to get involved right now -- this was between Hashirama and Madara.

  “Izuna is a little cockwhore.” Madara sneered, “and would do anything to get in anyone’s pants.  He just happens to want my cock the most.”

  “You shouldn’t talk about such a sweet boy like that,” Hashirama said softly.  His heart was breaking over the young Uchiha’s treatment.  “Especially when he is your brother and that’s not true at all.”

  Hashirama flinched and whimpered when Madara slapped him again.  “He’s my brother, and I will talk about him however I wish, slut.”

  Hashirama cowered under Madara’s aggressive glare.  He looked down at the ground, submitting to Madara once again.

  “I-I’m sorry, Madara-chan…  I shouldn’t talk about your brother…  You’re right…”

  “Hn.  Keep a leash on your own.” Madara snarled before grabbing Hashirama and dragging him into the living room.