Can Trust Be Repaired, Aniki?

  Madara didn’t know how long he was in Hashirama’s room for, but the Senju entered the room after what felt like five minutes.  He watched as the older man walked to the wardrobe.

  Hashirama pulled out pyjamas and changed silently with his back to Madara. He reached back in just moments after buttoning his shirt up and turned to Madara, holding a pair of smaller bed clothes out to the younger. 

  By this simple action, Madara had figured that he had been locked in the bedroom for several hours if it were bedtime already.

  “It’s time for sleep, Madara-chan…” Hashirama said softly.  “I have some pyjamas for you…”

  “…” Madara just turned his head away.  He rolled onto his side and tried his best to ignore his lover.

  “Madara-chan…” Hashirama sighed, coming to stand by the bed.  “I know that you’re upset, but please don’t ignore me…  It hurts to know that you don’t trust me enough to open up to me about this…”

  “…” Madara hadn’t even turned to face the Senju.

  “Please, Madara-chan?  Please, say something…”

  “…” Madara sighed before grunting.  “Hn…  I’ll tell you, Senju, but…  I-I’m afraid…  I’m afraid i-if I tell you… you’ll hate me…”

  Hashirama could hear the sobs in Madara’s voice.  He sat on the bed beside his boyfriend and leant down to hug the smaller man.  “Madara-chan, I already know what you did to Izuna, and if I don’t hate you now, I doubt that hearing what actually happened will make me hate you…”

  “…Hn…” Madara sat up, wiping away tears.  He quietly told Hashirama what had happened that night. 

  Izuna’s heart stopped as he heard Madara’s zip being undone.  When he felt an unfamiliar heat at his virgin entrance, he felt as he could die from terror.  Madara only laughed when he cried for the elder to stop.

  “I’m not gonna stop, baby brother…” Madara whispered in a slurred, lustful voice.  “Oh, God…  You’re so irresistible…  So beautiful…  Beautiful and so pure…  All for me…”

  “M-mada-nii-san!” Izuna sobbed, thrashing to get away, but Madara pinned him to the bed.  “P-please!  I-I’m your brother!  Don’t do this!”

  “All the more sexy…” Madara hissed.  He leant down and placed his chapped lips over Izuna’s flaccid member the same moment he had covered the younger’s mouth with his large hand.

  Izuna screamed into his brother’s hand.  He didn’t want the pleasure, but his body was betraying him – why did something so forbidden feel so good?  “N-nii-san!  S-stop!”

  Without warning, Madara pulled his mouth from the hardening member.  He slapped Izuna and thrust his hips forward, penetrating the young boy without warning or preparation.  All Izuna could do was scream in agony, wishing with all of his being that someone – anyone - would save him.

  “You little shit…” Madara growled as he thrust himself further into Izuna’s tight entrance.  “You’re so fucking tight…!  You should be glad that I’m the one taking your virginity and not our father…  At least you don’t have it as bad as me, Izuna!  You don’t get raped or molested every day!  You won’t even let me do this to you when it’s me who has to suffer all the time!  You’re so selfish, Izuna!  So fucking selfish!”

  Izuna tried to contain his screams of agony as he felt himself being ripped to shreds.  Madara wouldn’t even let him adjust.  Why was the elder doing this to him?  Why?  Was Madara right about him being selfish?  Madara did get raped by his father and was even molested by his mother almost every day, so was he supposed to allow his brother to get rid of his pent up emotions by allowing this to happen?  But… Izuna hated this!  He didn’t want this!  …Was he being selfish by trying to deny Madara this moment…?

  “M-mada-nii!” Izuna screamed into his brother’s hand as he thrashed to get away.  “S-stop!  P-please!  I’m s-sorry for what our p-parents do to you, but – argh!  Nii-san, it h-h-hurts so much!”

  Madara snarled and leant forward, biting Izuna’s neck hard enough to draw blood.  Izuna screeched.  He didn’t care for his brother right now.  He only thrust in as hard and fast as he could, enjoying the tight warmth around his hardened cock.

  The older brother reached down and began to fondle the member beneath him, smirking at the look of terror and betrayal on Izuna’s face.  It was enough to make Madara cum inside of his brother.  He didn’t stop there – he got himself hard again and continued to make Izuna’s first time a nightmare.

  Hashirama held Madara tightly, ricking him back and forth slowly in an attempt to comfort the hysterical male – Madara was so torn up about what he had done that he just couldn’t stop crying.  He knew that Madara loved his brother dearly, and having done something as terrible as this to him would’ve broken his heart – despite having been drunk when it had happened.

  “Hush, Madara-chan…” Hashirama whispered gently, kissing his forehead lovingly.  “I’m here…  I’m always here for you…  Shh…  Just hush, now…”

  “Senju…” Madara whimpered, clutching Hashirama’s shirt tightly.  “…Senju…  Please, take me…  Without preparation, tonight…  Please…”

  Hashirama frowned at Madara’s words.  “Madara, you know I won’t do something like that to you, and you’ve had enough unprepared sex in your life…”

  “P-please, Hashirama…  I need this…  I did it to my brother, so I need some sort of punishment…  Please…”

  Hashirama frowned, knowing that this was so very important to his boyfriend.  He nodded reluctantly, laying Madara down on the bed slowly and carefully before pulling his pants down and rubbing himself to get hard enough for the job.

  Madara only watched with red, tearful eyes.  No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t become aroused - this was going to hurt more than he had hoped, but he deserved it.  His brother didn't deserve it at all, so why should Madara get it easy?