Aizou

Title: Evil Only Has to Win Once

Rating: MA

Pairings: Madara x Hashirama, background Tobi x Harem

Warnings: graphic yaoi, offscreen het, torture, sort-of-kind-of necrophilia (necrophilia is sex with a dead body, so does it count if it’s between two people who are “Back from the Dead” AND “Our Zombies Are Different?” Eh, I’ll leave it in anyway.), implied offscreen character death, torture via Tsukuyomi

Summary: Semi-AU (Right now. Possible complete AU, depending on how the series ends). Failure is ALWAYS an option.

AN: The “Chitose Tsukuyomi” and “Edo Tensei Gisei” are jutsu that I created that are variations on the original Tsukuyomi and Edo Tensei respectively (duh). The Chitose Tsukuyomi is self-explanatory; “chitose” means “thousand-year.” Edo Tensei Gisei literally translates to “Impure World Resurrection Sacrifice,” and it is able to revive any soul, even those imprisoned by the Shiki Fujin, because it uses three people as a sacrifice instead of just one. Also, everything that I say about Tobi in here is Wild Mass Guessing unless we know it to be true (personally I think he’s like some bastardized version of a kid between Hashirama and Madara, because we all know he’s and Uchiha [maybe?] and how he claims to have mastered the Senju DNA, and how freaky his blood is and stuff. Maybe Madara grew him like a plant before he kicked the bucket for real? Or he could be Edo Tensei!Izuna or something). Also also, anything I say about the Mugen Tsukuyomi is just my thoughts on it and what it can do / could be done with it. Title taken from TvTropes.

 

“Tomorrow makes thirty years.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Madara leaned against the doorframe of the Jinchuuriki’s room, noting the lines still under the other man’s eyes. For all that things had changed, some things remained the same. Of course, the reason behind it had, but still... "Who was it this time? That Senju woman? The pinkie? The brat’s girl?”

“All three.” Tobi sipped at his sake, settling in his chair as he watched the blood red moon slide up over the horizon.

The former clan head found himself smirking faintly. “Thirty years of that, and it never gets old,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“What, the sex or the Mugen Tsukuyomi?”

“Both, of course.” The Uchiha pushed off the doorframe. “I’m surprised that old broad is still alive after all this time. She wasn’t exactly in the best of shape.”

“Some of the Uzumaki restoration jutsus worked wonders, even in her condition.” The host of the Ten Tails took another sip of his drink, surveying his domain through the open window. “But I was surprised with how well they worked. It might be worth sending a few out into the villages – what’s left of them, anyway – to look for scrolls looted from Uzushio.”

Madara nodded in agreement, stealing the sake bottle to take a brief swig before passing it back. “The Resistance could use to be take down a few pegs, too,” he commented absently, “Should we remind them who their benevolent tyrants are at the same time?”

The other man smirked behind the mask he wore, even after all these years. “Two birds with one stone? Sounds like a plan to me. Let me know when you want me to adjust the framework.”

For all that Tobi was a powerful Sharingan user, he still had only one of the Copy Wheel eyes, the other long lost to his fight with Konan so many decades ago. Though strong, one wasn’t enough to maintain a complete Mugen Tsukuyomi. As a result, he split the burden with the real Madara: he handled the structure, the main weave of the genjutsu, while the other Uchiha dealt with the detail, all of the minutiae that kept people from realizing they were trapped in a massive illusion. The perfect Duumvirate.

“Hm, maybe tomorrow. I finally got my pet back, so I’m eager to go forward with our reunion.” The former clan head turned to go.

“I’m impressed he was able to hold off the Tsukuyomi’s influence for so long,” Tobi admitted, “even after we adjusted it to bring him back in.”

“I am, too,” Madara stated, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling of their stronghold, “He almost reached the Resistance. I was considering putting him through the Chitose Tsukuyomi as a punishment, but maybe I’ll use the Edo Tensei Gisei on his brother and put him through it instead.”

Tobi laughed softly. “And that is lessening the punishment… how?”

“It’s not, not really.” The Uchiha smirked over his shoulder. “But as much as I enjoy knowing that he hasn’t broken yet, maybe he’ll be less likely to make escape attempts if he knows that it’s his family that will be suffering instead. Even though I do so love playing ‘Cat and Mouse’ with him.”

The other man snorted. “I’ll have three lesser nin sent to your room, and a sample of his DNA.”

“Much obliged.” Madara strode from the room and headed down the hall towards the stairwell. Though it had changed greatly from what he remembered when he first returned, the Uchiha could still recall how the halls of the building had looked when they were newly made. He brushed his hand along the banister as he descended to the ground floor, shinobi parting before him like he was Moses. The red-eyed warrior strode through the streets of Konoha as though he had never left, making for his clan’s compound. For all that he wished he was strong, that little rogue brat – Sasuke, was it? – had fallen under the global genjutsu quickly enough, along with the village he sought to destroy. Ah, well. He got one part of his wish, and now he was getting the other,

The former clan head ignored the lusty sounds coming from one of the other residences in the compound, instead making his way toward the main house. The guards around the house let him in without even flinching. As promised, there were three random nin of little importance waiting inside, one of whom was carrying the scroll and gene sample he needed. He unrolled the scroll, and unceremoniously dumped the required DNA sample into the center of the ink marking, forming the necessary hand seals.

In seconds, the three screaming sacrifices turned into one dazed former Kage. The Uchiha immediately snared him in another genjutsu to keep him complacent, then heaved him further into the house, carelessly dragging him along behind him like he was little more than luggage.

He snapped open the shoji leading to the master bedroom, allowing himself a smirk when he spotted the strong male figure sprawled out on his bed. He dropped the former Kage on the floor before the bed, and sat on the edge, swinging his legs up onto the mattress. Almost tenderly, Madara brushed a few dark strands out of the unconscious man’s face. Then he seized the long brown locks, twisted cruelly, and pulled.

Hashirama woke with a gasp of pain, reflexively trying to escape the Uchiha’s unforgiving grip. A chain of chakra bound his wrists tight before he could do any damage, pulling them behind his back. “That was very foolish of you, Shodaime-sama,” Madara mocked, his voice low and dangerous, “I expected better of you so take your punishment like a man.” The Sharingan user yanked the former Hokage onto all fours, the chain snaking its way around his torso and upper arms.

The Shodaime inhaled sharply in shock and horror when he saw his brother, revived in the same manner that he had been, limp on the floor, eyes glazed. “No,” he gasped, “No! Leave him out of this! I’m the one-!”

Madara jerked the chain, cutting him off. “You do not value your own life,” he said coldly, “and so I must punish you with one whose life you do value.” He flicked his gaze over to the Nidaime – who gasped in paian, writhing and crying out as the Uchiha’s genjutsu turned from placation to torture.

“NO!” Hashirama fought the chain, the red-eyed man’s grip, only to be slammed back onto the bed as fresh screams escaped his brother.

“As pleased as I am to see that I haven’t broken you yet,” the Uchiha purred into his ear, his voice like ice-fire, “this. Is. Your. Punishment.” He yanked the Hokage’s hips up, the other nin recognizing his intent. He tried to twist out of Madara’s grip, but the chakra chain refused to yield.

A callused hand seized his cock, beginning to stroke him to full arousal even as his brother screamed in agony.  Hashirama hardened at the other man’s touch, and he buried his face in the bed sheets, ashamed. That is, until Madara said, “Watch. Or your wife and child are next.”

The Kage gritted his teeth in defiance but lifted his head. He could just see his brother twitching in pain on the floor beyond the edge of the bed, the Uchiha lessening the illusion’s torment when the brunette obeyed. Hashirama moaned in mortification when his shaft hardened fully at Madara’s touch, his hips bucking into the other man’s hand. Sweat began beading all over his body, his mouth gaping as he fought the urge to just go full tilt and hump the Uchiha’s hand until he came. It took everything he had to keep his eyes on Tobirama, watching as his brother suffered.

Madara released the Hokage before he could come, sending a current through the chain that temporarily paralyzed the other man while he removed his yukata-like top. It revealed that his sex was straining against his pants, and he ground against the Senju’s ass, relishing the pleasured moan his actions received. Hashirama pushed himself up onto his elbows, then onto his hands, head lolling back so he could keep his gaze on his tormented sibling. Tobirama’s eyes were looking at them, but it was clear he couldn’t actually see them – a small mercy. This was humiliating enough without knowing that his brother could see him getting fucked by his rival.

A slick finger pushed roughly inside him. The Senju hissed in discomfort and dropped his head, panting. A fresh scream from Tobirama made his gaze jerk back up as the long finger probed deeper into his body. He was still somewhat loose from the last time the Uchiha had taken him; he’d managed to remain out of the rogue’s hands for all of five days before he was caught again. Though he had healed his injuries, that kind of thing took time.

A second finger entered him, beginning to stretch him further, prepare him for the Uchiha’s pleasure. He groaned when Madara jabbed at his prostate, thrusting back against his hand, and hissed, “Please… Please, Madara…!”

“No.” He bent over the former Kage, nipping at the back of his neck. His cock throbbed insistently between his legs, demanding satisfaction, but he ignored it in favor of digging through his pocket.

Hashirama snarled and thrashed against the other man as a ring clamped down around the base of his erection, preventing him from truly climaxing. His hand dove for his cock, but Madara stopped him, half-choking him with the chain. The Kage’s fingers flew to his throat, scrabbling at the chain, but his cock distinctly jerked between his legs.

The Uchiha noticed. “Ah,” he purred into the elder’s ear, “I didn’t know you were in to erotic asphyxiation, Hashi~…”

The Hokage’s hissed denial turned into a strangled moan when the Uchiha did it again. He was pulled up onto his knees, then yanked down, impaling himself on Madara’s cock. He could hear Tobirama screaming somewhere, but he couldn’t remember why he needed to care as the patriarch nudged him onto all fours once more.

Madara withdrew, only to thrust back in, and then he couldn’t remember anything at all. The other man found his prostate with every thrust, making the Shodai thrash under him, desperate for release. He tried to meet Madara’s thrusts, bit the chain held him fast. The rogue smirked in sinister satisfaction, continuing to pound into his rival. “If you want to cum,” he murmured, leaning over the Senju’s back so he could speak directly into his ear, “beg me for it.”

Hashirama gritted his teeth, shook his head.

“No?” he purred, licking the shell of his ear, “You don’t want to cum?” He stopped his thrusting to tweak one of the other man’s nipples, then fondle his cock. “What a pity.” The Sharingan user rendered the Senju’s arms nonresponsive, then resumed his languid pace, still stroking.

It was easy to tell when the Shodai orgasmed without actually ejaculating; he would thrash and buck and scream through gritted teeth under his tormentor, then whimper weakly in the wake of his painful half-climax. After the fifth one, he buried his face in the bed sheets. “Please…”

“Can’t hear you, Hashirama,” Madara hummed, pressing the rest of his rival’s body into the sheets but keeping is legs spread wide so he could still drive into him.

The other man turned his head to the side just enough. “Please, let me cum, please!”

“Please, what?”

The Hokage bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. But with just the right stroke to his oversensitive member, he came undone. “Master!” he gasped, self-control gone, “Please, Master, let me cum – AAAH!” Hashirama’s muscles seized, then spasmed. Madara had stripped off the cock ring and dug his nails into the man’s hips, driving a ruthless thrust straight against his prostate – and the Shodai was gone, finally finally finally climaxing, his seed soaking the sheets under his hips. He was so blissed out that he didn’t notice Madara rutting into his clenching ass or his orgasm a few minutes later.

The chakra chain dissolved as the Uchiha came, leaving the Senju free to turn into a puddle of finally satisfied Kage. His legs remained shamelessly spread on either side of the other man’s hips, toes curling weakly in the sheets as Madara draped himself over his back, sated for now. No doubt he’d wake up in the middle of the night, wanting more.

Tobirama was unconscious at the foot of the bed; the former clan head gestured for the guards to drag him away. Hashirama was too tired to protest.