Title: Wrong and Right
Rating: MA
Warnings: incest, graphic yaoi
Pairings: Madara x Hashirama; background Tobirama x Mito, Izuna x OFC; mentioned-in-passing Hashirama x OFC, Madara x OFC
Summary: In Hashirama’s world, what is wrong has never felt so right.
A/N: I also take requests. Also: I’m doing some one-shot crossovers for HashiMadaHashi; should I post them here, or under the Crossover category? Also also:THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS INCEST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
“Madara… mmm, we shouldn’t be doing thissss…not here…!”
“’Shouldn’t’ doesn’t mean ‘can’t.’” Madara pulled his Senju cousin closer so he could kiss along the other man’s throat, pressing him up against the wall of the Uchiha’s hotel room. “Now, do try to keep quiet this time. I’m not going to imitate Izuna’s girlfriend again if you get too loud.” He ground his hips against Hashirama’s, making him gasp then bite his lips to quiet his pleasure.
Madara grinned against his throat and smoothed his tongue over the other man’s artery. Hashirama tilted his head back to give the Uchiha more access, panting as the other’s hand groped him through his pants. He was half-hard already, had been ever since he found out that his cousin was going to be at his brother’s wedding. The sight of Madara in a tasteful dark suit almost made him come on the spot – his skin so pale and flawless compared to the dark material, his long jagged locks as tame as they were ever going to get, spilling down to the middle of his back like a waterfall of ink. The only color on him was his strange red eyes, the unusual albino-like mutation that made them lose pigment without the rest of his body having the same problem.
God, he was gorgeous.
The Senju hissed when his cousin unbuttoned his shirt, nipping at his chest. He ground his hips against the Uchiha’s again, moaning softly when he felt the other man’s erection slide against his own. He let his head fall back against the wall.
They were taking quite a risk, fucking with their respective families on either side of the room – especially considering the fact that it was Madara and Izuna’s room, rather than Madara and Hashirama’s – but then that was a risk they always took. It seemed like no matter where they went, there was always the potential for discovery. Madara’s side of the family might have been all right with their twisted relationship – they were both guys, after all; they couldn’t have kids – but Hashirama’s… not so much. His side was the kind that would condemn him to “the fires of torment and damnationnnn for your sinnnnnnnnn!”
Madara pushed them off the wall and spun around, bending the Senju over and making him plant his hands on the foot of one of their beds. One hand curled up the other man’s chest to tease his nipples, the other dipping to unbuckle his belt. Hashirama’s chest heaved against his hand, head hanging as he watched the Uchiha unzip his pants and pull out his hard shaft. A slow, luxurious stroke had him moaning aloud, but he bit his lip midway through, remembering Madara’s warning. He let out a shaky breath.
The other man removed his hands and pushed Hashirama’s pants down off his hips, enabling him to press his clothed erection against the Senju’s ass. Hashirama bucked back against him, making him groan low in his throat, then unbuckle his own belt. Madara leaned against him to hiss in his ear, “Where?”
“Pocket,” was the groaned reply from the Senju as his cousin resumed stroking his cock.
“Ah hah,” Madara chuckled, “Thought we’d have enough time for a quickie at the reception, so you brought it along, huh?” He dug through the other man’s pockets, making him moan at the proximity to his erection. The Uchiha found the lube and condoms he’d asked for, and tossed all but one of the latter on the bed in front of them. Still stroking Hashirama’s cock – slower, teasing, to maintain arousal rather than increase it – he tore open the condom with his teeth, then removed his hand to roll it on the other man’s shaft. “Don’t need you ruining your clothes, or the sheets. It’d give us away, now wouldn’t it?” He pulled back to roll on one of his own, then grabbed the lube.
It had been a year and a half. Though they had found work in the same country – hell, in the same city! – they had been so busy getting settled in their jobs and their families that there had been no time for them to have sex, not like when they were younger and could do it practically every weekend because they lived right next door to one another.
~~~
“Thanks for coming over on such short notice, Hashirama. It’s not that we don’t trust Madara, we’d just rather-“
“Have someone here with him in case there’s an emergency, I understand, Aunt Mikoto.” The Senju smiled at his mother’s sister. “It’s no trouble. Madara and I get along fine.”
Mikoto smiled back as she shrugged on her coat. “Even so, thank you. You know how he hates going to the philharmonic, even though Izuna loves it.” She shook her head. “I raised them both the same way, so I don’t understand how they turned out so different.”
Hashirama chuckled. “Mom would say the same thing about Tobirama and me. Do have a good time.”
“We will, thank you.” To the house at large and the concealed Uchiha within, “We’re off, Madara! Behave yourself! Oh, and Happy Early Birthday, Hashi.” She closed the door behind her on her way out. After a few moments, Hashirama heard a car door slam, an engine start. Through the window to the left of the front door, he saw the car pull out of the driveway and zip off down the street, his uncle Fugaku at the wheel. They turned a corner and were gone.
His back suddenly slammed against the door, Madara’s lips smashed against his own. Hashirama moaned into the violent parody of a kiss, responding with equal ardor as he looped his arms around his cousin’s neck. He could feel the other teen’s hard cock against his own awakening erection. They parted for breath, and the Uchiha dropped to his knees in front of him, undoing the snap and unzipping his pants. “Happy Birthday, Hashirama,” he purred, and pulled out his half-hard cock, giving him a long, slow lick up the underside. The Senju moaned and slumped back against the door, his breath coming in quick gasps as his cousin teased his now completely hard shaft. He lapped at the head, lightly digging his tongue into the slit at the tip.
Hashirama threaded his fingers through Madara’s hair, whimpering at the ripples of pleasure-pain that traveled down his cock. The Uchiha deep-throated him, sucking powerfully as he teased a finger along the crease between his balls, then stroked the spot just behind his scrotum. The flesh there was naturally sensitive; even a light touch made him cry out in pleasure and buck his hips. Madara took the thrusts easily, humming around Hashirama’s cock, and continued his ministrations until the other teen came with a scream of his name, hot seed spilling into his mouth. He swallowed it all and licked his lips as he sat back on his heels, smirking up at his cousin.
He stood up in such a way that it was easy for Hashirama to wrap his arms and legs around his torso. He bore his cousin’s weight with ease, and carried him to his bedroom, the two teens kissing passionately. His knees hit the edge of the mattress, sending them both tumbling down onto it, lips still fused. Madara eventually broke away, yanking his shirt off. Hashirama squirmed out of his clothes under his cousin, already hard again. “God, Madara, just fuck me! Please!” he panted, bucking his hips.
“Hmm… not tonight, although I’ll be glad to take you up on that offer another time.”
The Senju whined unhappily. Was this going to be another one of those nights where the Uchiha was feeling kinky and refused to actually do him?
He was shocked out of his dissatisfied musings by a condom being rolled onto his cock, then hot, clenching walls wrapping around him. He gaped, then moaned loudly when he saw his proud cousin sinking down on his erection, head thrown back and breath coming fast as he fought to maintain control over himself. Hashirama couldn’t see any blood dribbling down his shaft, couldn’t feel flesh tearing around him; Madara must have prepared himself before he arrived. He gripped his cousin’s hips to support him as the other teen braced himself against the bed.
The Uchiha shuddered in pleasure when he took Hashirama fully inside himself. He opened his crimson eyes to half mast, licking his lips with a sinister smirk, and the Senju was gone, rolling them over on the bed so he could pound into the other teen. He buried his face in his cousin’s throat as he canted his hips forward, searching for his –
“FUCK!”
-prostate. Hashirama changed the angle of his thrusts to meet that bundle of nerves every time, listening and feeling as Madara came apart at the seams under him, thrashing and crying out in pleasure, demanding more and harder and faster. The Uchiha finally came, his load caught by another condom, and pulled the Senju over the edge with him, muscles clamping down around him.
~~~
Hashirama was brought back to the present by a thick cock pushing its way inside him. He groaned sharply and thrust back against the other man, quietly relishing the faint hitch in the Uchiha’s breath. Madara gripped his hips and withdrew, only to thrust back into him, a moan sliding out through gritted teeth. His cousin heard it and arched under him, tightening around the other’s erection.
Madara buried his face in Hashirama’s hair, rutting against him, searching for release. The Senju could feel the other man’s hot breath on the back of his neck. He reached down to stroke himself, help speed his climax, and –
A fist hammered on the door. “Are you two done yet?!”
Izuna. “Not yet,” his brother replied, licking the shell of Hashirama’s ear. He smirked at the quiet groan the action earned him.
“Well, hurry it up! We’re all going out to dinner!”
Madara huffed, amused, and shifted his cousin’s hips to give him a better angle. He thrust forward relentlessly into the other man, grunting with every plunge. The Senju buried his face in the bed sheets to muffle his cries, humping back against him with every drive, stroking himself in time with the slap of his cousin’s hips against his own. The Uchiha swatted his hand away and took over, picking up the pace until he heard Hashirama scream his climax into the fabric. He hissed as the other man’s muscles seized and spasmed around him, dragging him over the edge. His back arched, body tensing, before he relaxed with a sigh, giving a few more thrusts to ride out his orgasm before he pulled out of his cousin.
Hashirama sagged against the bed, saliva gathering at the corner of his mouth as he panted for breath. Madara straightened both their clothes and heaved the Senju upright, smirking in satisfaction when the other man’s legs shook as if they were made of jelly. “Goddammit,” he breathed, “Need a family vacation… Kids would love it…”
“And so would we,” the Uchiha purred, and kissed him.
