#(( Naruto muses are awake OOPS

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BELLUM. when ur glasses do The Thing and u suddenly see where your three-decades-younger superior gets all his confidence cuz it makes u feel like a badass bitch

local Sound mom wants to smother her kids with love, WHERE ARE HER BABIES-

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Alright look, it’s me. If you weren’t expecting smut then you were wrong and you should have been.

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 3789 Story summary: Madara used to be a man feared even by those of his own clan. Life's really changed since the village was built. Among those changes is his relationship with one Senju Tobirama - and apparently everyone else knew about this even before he did.

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Chapter 11

Morning was usually one of Madara’s favorite times of the day. For instance, the morning after Izuna’s party had been particularly nice. Waking up to find that for once Tobirama hadn’t moved them about in their sleep and was still curled up on his chest had been a special delight. Most other mornings were quite similar in pattern, opening his eyes to find the man he loved held in his arms and smiling in his sleep.

Considering the way he was being woken up now, just barely past noon, he may have just found a new favorite.

They hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the couch. Really Madara didn’t even remember closing his eyes. The last thing he could recall was listening to Tobirama’s voice begin to slur as they discussed something that wasn’t coming to mind right at the moment. Now he was being woken from an impromptu accidental nap by lips trailing along his jawline and a large palm sliding up his chest.

A quiet rumbling laugh came from just above him.

“I know you’re awake,” Tobirama’s voice teased him. Madara huffed and tried not to smile.

“Well I wouldn’t be if someone hadn’t decided all on his own that naptime was over.”

“I can think of better things to be doing than napping on the couch.”

Eyes snapping open at the tone that invitation had been spoken in, Madara closed them again only moments later as soft lips finally met with his own. Whatever reply he’d been about to make was choked down in favor of kissing back, nearly melting in to the couch arm his head was resting on. The day he turned this down was the day he had officially gone insane. Tobirama kissed him harder, his tongue darting out to lick Madara’s bottom lip and drink down the whimper he got in response.

With his head already spinning Madara struggled to remember to breathe. The palm resting on his chest slid upwards to drag blunt nails along his clavicle, making him shudder and squirm. He gasped in to Tobirama’s mouth when he felt the younger man crawling up his body, legs settling on either side of his hips so that his partner was sitting astride his lap.

He had hardly dared to dream of this, could barely believe it was happening right now. Really he’d just been expecting a few kisses and nothing more. When the hand scratching near his neck circled around behind his head to set him at a better angle he whimpered again, his own hands finally getting with the program enough to settle on Tobirama’s hips. They didn’t stay still for long though, rubbing up and down his partner’s sides in a gentle caress. He could never get enough of touching this man in any way he could – something he could tell that Tobirama very much did not mind, by the way he purred and kissed him even harder.

Nothing else existed for him at that moment but for the man in his lap. As he often did in the moments when he found himself getting lost in Tobirama, Madara thought absently to himself that he hoped reality never returned. He would be perfectly happy to live out the rest of his life losing himself in Tobirama’s kisses and the way his skin tingled under pale white fingers.

Reality, however, had a way of barging back in and demanding attention in the loudest ways possible. Today is was a loud cry from a mere three feet to the left of his head. Both Madara and Tobirama twitched with shock, pulling apart from each other at lightning speed to whip their heads around and inspect the source of the noise. Kagami looked back at them from where he was sitting in his play pen, lower lip jutting out and dark eyes staring seemingly straight in to their hearts as though to ask why they weren’t paying him any attention.

“Oops.” Madara could feel his face heating up. Poor Kagami! He hoped when the boy got older he wouldn’t remember this. Did babies form memories this young? He didn’t want the boy’s first recollection to be of his father’s kissing on the couch in front of him!

Still perched across his hips, although now he was sitting up straight Tobirama tilted his head, looking slowly between the baby and the man he was on top of.

“I wonder if Aniki would like to babysit,” he mused. Madara swallowed thickly.

“He’s in a conference with the Shimura Clan Head.” Neither of them mentioned how badly his voice was shaking. Tobirama’s eyes locked on to his and he lifted one eyebrow.

“Do you think Izuna is busy?”

“No,” Madara breathed. “I believe he had plans to stay in for the day.”

“Good.”

Tobirama was up off his lap immediately, lifting Kagami out of the play pen while Madara scrambled off the couch and lurched in to the kitchen to grab a prepared bottle, thanking kami they had started the habit of making them ahead of time. When he made it back to the living room Tobirama took his arm and they disappeared from their home with a mere flicker, reappearing outside Izuna’s front door.

Without even knocking the two men let themselves in, both enjoying a quick moment of amusement when they saw their unwitting host leap two feet in the air. Obviously he hadn’t been expecting their intrusion right in the middle of whatever he’d been working on. It looked suspiciously like he was making some sort of art craft at the table. Whatever it was it wasn’t important at the moment.

“We need you to babysit,” Madara announced gruffly as Tobirama all but shoved Kagami in to Izuna’s arms.

“Uh…”

“It’s important,” Tobirama assured him. Madara nodded from where he was flinging the bottle inside the fridge, not looking where it landed and not caring in the slightest.

“Wait…” Izuna held Kagami in front of himself a little awkwardly, supporting him under the arms as he watched the other two men head for the door again. “What’s going on?”

“Important!” Madara shouted back as he hurried out. Tobirama gave an impertinent little wave and then they were flickering back to their own home, this time alone.

They arrived in their bedroom and Madara had less than a second to bite his lip and bolster his confidence before Tobirama took his mouth in a kiss that sent fire straight down his spine. Had he ever mentioned that this man knew just how to kiss him? Because he did. He knew just how to make Madara’s toes curl up in pleasure with nothing but lips and tongue.

His tongue certainly came in to play now as the younger man licked his way in to Madara’s mouth, arms circling his neck and holding on tight. Their legs entwined as he stepped closer, so close it was nearly impossible to keep balance. Madara’s quiet cry as they tumbled backwards turned in to a breathless puff when Tobirama landed on his chest, laughing at their awkward landing. While he tried to catch his breath Tobirama crawled over him to straddle his lap like he had been before. Only this time Madara could feel something a little different.

“Oh sweet kami,” he whispered, closing his eyes and burying his face in his partner’s neck. Tobirama rotated his hips to grind their erections together, obviously in an attempt to give him a heart attack.

Yet, strangely, his heart pounded harder for the way he heard his name whispered softly in to his ear a moment later and for the simple delight of being able to feel how Tobirama’s heart was matching the skipping rhythm of his own. It was incredible to feel the proof of how he was affecting the other and know that he wasn’t the only one excited by this unexpected turn of events.

Madara wasn’t really sure how his shirt got undone. He knew his love had clever fingers and that he himself was rather distractible but it still surprised him when suddenly there were hands on his bare skin tracing the lines of his abdomen. He shuddered under the touch even as he wormed his own hands between them to untie Tobirama’s obi. If he could touch then Madara could touch too. It was only fair. Of course, his own touches were far more star-struck, almost hesitant as he explored the pale skin he would never admit to fantasizing about.

It became almost a game of reciprocity. Tobirama rewarded his touches by reaching up to trace a thumb across one of his nipples, to which Madara responded by arching his own back and scratching his nails down Tobirama’s back. The younger man ground his hips down a second time and in turn Madara nipped at his bottom lip.

The game could only go on for so much time, however, before one of them reached for the other’s trousers. Madara was almost shaking by the time they were both naked, although whether it was from anticipation, nerves, or excitement was not something he was willing to fess up to. Possibly a combination of all three but that was his own business. Either way he was hardly capable of giving a coherent answer right then even if only asked what his own name was. His entire brain had shut down the moment his better half had pressed their bare skin together.

Quiet choked noises filled what little air was left between them as Madara gathered his courage and rolled them, pressing the other man in to the sheets with his weight and doing his best to leave him as breathless as he so often felt himself.

“Nightstand,” Tobirama gasped out. “Top drawer.”

Madara looked to the side with a slightly baffled look. They were busy. What could he possibly want right then that couldn’t wait for later?

He understood as soon as he leaned over and opened the drawer. A small tube of lubricant rolled forward and presented itself and Madara wondered if it was possible to have heart failure from being too aroused too suddenly. That didn’t stop his hand from snatching up the offering and turning back to fall upon Tobirama with frantic kisses. His partner caught him with a smile and returned the affections with obvious enthusiasm even as he bent his knees and braced his feet on the mattress.

“I’m all yours, tiger,” he said with a confident grin. Madara huffed and scowled, hoping it distracted from the blush glowing on his cheeks.

“I’m not a tiger,” he muttered. His fingers fumbled with the lubricant, trying not to accidentally squirt a massive puddle out on to his hand. Luckily he managed to acquire only a proper amount.

“No? Ah well. I’m still all yours.”

From the way Tobirama was smirking he could tell his partner knew exactly how flustered he was by those words. Madara shut him up by reaching down and stroking across his entrance with slick fingers, spreading the lubricant and preparing the way to press just the tip of a single finger inside. He kept his eyes on Tobirama’s face to gauge his reaction, venturing a little farther in and swallowing harshly for the sensation of how warm and tight he felt inside. Just the thought of sinking in to him properly, being one with the man he loved, had him close to passing out from a mixture of excitement and heart-melting happiness.

Every time he thought he couldn’t possibly be any happier the man beneath him blew straight through his expectations. He’d never been so delighted to be proved wrong.

Madara took his time spreading Tobirama’s entrance open. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the man despite his obvious impatience for the proceedings. His lover bucked and pushed back against his fingers, silently encouraging him to go deeper, faster, and not afraid to show his appreciation with broken gasps and garbled strings of disconnected syllables. It was both fascinating and arousing to watch him and it only made Madara glad that the other didn’t seem to have the concentration to return any touches beyond clutching at his shoulders. He feared he wouldn’t last otherwise.

When he removed his fingers at last and reached over for a little more lubricant his partner fixed him in place with a look hot enough to melt iron.

“Finally,” the younger man whispered. Madara huffed.

“Well excuse me for caring about your wellbeing.”

“I’m hardly going to break if you get a little rough.” That Tobirama managed to have the wherewithal to wink at him boggled Madara a little.

He still shivered at the implications of that as he grumbled, “You deserve nice things.” He certainly didn’t expect Tobirama to pull him down and whisper intimately in his ear.

“I would consider it nice to have you inside me now.”

Madara needed little more convincing than that. The undoubtedly embarrassing noise clawing its way up his throat was bitten back as his hands tucked underneath Tobirama’s knees and lifted them to wind around his hips. His lover arched and caught his gaze, unwilling to let him go. He couldn’t have looked away if he tried but didn’t truly mind; he didn’t really want to anyway.

Pressing in to Tobirama felt a lot like coming home, like finding something he hadn’t known was missing from his life until he found it. The immediate sense of I belong here was so overwhelming he tried to close his eyes – but couldn’t. The red gaze below him held him captive still, watching his every reaction and in return allowing him a glimpse in to their own depths. It was easy to see Tobirama felt the same, though that didn’t help at all with his inability to reign in his racing heart.

Though it took him a moment to gather his strength Madara did manage to pull away, rocking his hips back until only the head of him remained inside and then quickly sinking back in when the thought of leaving entirely was too abhorrent to even consider.

Sex as Madara had known it in the past was a perfunctory thing, a momentary distraction over with as quickly as possible and indulged in only to satisfy a temporary need. This was different. With Tobirama it wasn’t just sex, it was making love. Until now he’d thought the difference between the two existed only in romance novel clichés but that was before he’d fallen hopelessly in love.  Now everything was different, some in obvious ways and others more subtle.

Most obvious was the emotions choking his lungs and burning in his veins. How was it possible for one human to feel so much and not fly to pieces? It was beyond him. Less obvious was the rhythm of his movements. Gone was the frantic rutting of distant fucking. Their hips rolled together in long smooth motions, sliding out only because it was necessary and sinking back in with relief each time, coming home again and again and again until his mind and body prayed together for this moment to last forever. Madara hitched Tobirama’s legs up higher, searching for a deeper angle just to watch him gasp and quake when his prostate was struck.

That sinful noise was the beginning of both their ends. Having found that hidden spot Madara kept his angle and tried to aim for there with every roll of his hips. Within moments he had Tobirama keening and clinging to his arms in desperation, lips parted and eyes finally falling closed as the pleasure built. Honestly Madara was a little surprised he’d lasted this long himself, although he was hardly complaining. Still, just by watching his partner slowly fall to pieces he knew that neither of them had long left.

His lover gasped against him when he leaned down to take his mouth in a searing kiss, trying to say without words everything he was feeling. Even if he could have articulated them properly right then he wouldn’t have known what words to use so he let their bodies communicate for him instead. Tobirama’s hands released his arms only to wrap around his neck and hold him in place.

“Shit don’t stop,” the younger man breathed.

“Hng!” Madara pressed their foreheads together, breathing each other’s air and refusing to allow his hips to slow their rhythm. The next time he managed to strike true he shivered at the sound of his partner’s whimper.

“Madara!” Tobirama’s body was tensing under him and he understood what that meant, even if it still felt like it was happening too soon. “Nn! I lo– ah!”

Feeling the tension gathering at the base of his own spine, Madara could take it no more. The edge was too close for them both and more than anything else he wanted them both to fall over it together. Kami but he wanted to love this man forever, spend the rest of his life earning the same in return. Maybe someday he would have the words to communicate that but for now all he had was the hand that he wriggled in between their bodies to reach down and grasp the neglected erection bobbing against their stomachs.

“Hah!” Tobirama’s arms held him tighter and Madara instinctively added an extra snap in to his hips.

“Hng,” he gurgled out again, throat working feverishly to try and say something, anything. “Tobirama…my Tobirama…”

His partner was obviously having the same trouble, impending orgasm stealing from him the ability to speak. Tobirama curled upward as best he could, pressing their foreheads tighter together as he finally forced out just a few words.

“I love you.”

If exclamation marks had a verbal equivalent, Madara would have shouted it right then. Whatever noise that escape certainly wasn’t any word he had ever heard before but it was loud, desperate, and more perfervid than any sound he had ever made before. Those words, spoken as they were in such heartfelt desperate, hit him like a fist to the gut. His climax hit him before he could stop it, only a single split second before he felt Tobirama clamping down around him as the other man reached his own peak. Their ringing shouts merged together and nearly became one sound which echoed throughout the entire house

However long it took, when Madara came back to himself his entire body was quaking with the force of the orgasm which had just been wrung out of him. Every muscle in his body trembled and it was a miracle he was still managing to support himself over the man below him without collapsing like wet paper. He did allow his shoulders to sag, dropping his head down to rest itself against Tobirama’s collarbone. The scent of sandalwood and sweat filled his senses and he breathed it in with huge gulps in an effort to ground himself to reality. When Tobirama chuckled weakly Madara wondered where he had even found the energy to do so.

Only after a quick mental pep talk was he able to force his shaking arms to lift him back up, grinning in tired surprise when Tobirama managed to sneak in a quick kiss as their faces passed each other. Once he’d managed to sit up he simply held still for a few seconds, caught in Tobirama’s gaze again. Madara looked away with a slightly embarrassed huff, eyes darting back and forth until he spotted his own shirt, still hanging off the edge of the bed within easy reach.

Tobirama shuddered and moaned quietly when Madara pulled away from him, limbs twitching. Then he looked down with one brow quirked curiously when he felt a soft touch at his now leaking entrance.

“I can do that myself, you know,” he pointed out. His voice was still a little breathless and Madara absolutely was not preening over it.

“No I want to.” Madara dabbed gently and made short swipes, making a mental note to wash this shirt himself and not toss it in with the rest of the laundry. “You deserve to rest.”

“Oh I see,” his partner murmured with a smile.

“Shut up.”

Tobirama huffed out a quiet laugh but lay back and let him do as he wished. He was just trying to be solicitous; there was nothing wrong with that! Anyone could see that Tobirama deserved all the best things and gentle touches and to be taken care of. Madara was just doing was he was supposed to do.

Supposed to or not, however, the aftercare sapped away the last of his energy reserves. Madara tossed the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side without looking and peered sleepily down at his lover, eyes half shut and a slack smile hovering on his lips. Tobirama reached up to trace lazy lines along his forearms where they had dropped in to his own lap.

“Another nap, perhaps? Izuna won’t exactly be expecting us back so soon.” When Madara nodded weakly the younger man opened his arms in invitation. “Come here then.”

It was more of a relief than he could have said to collapse back down in to his partner’s arms. Always before it had been him which held the other when they fell asleep together but now for the first time he cuddled himself in to Tobirama’s embrace – and wondered if he would ever find the strength to crawl back out. Warm and comfortable, he felt like he understood now why Tobirama never wanted to get out of bed in the mornings.

Without opening eyes which he didn’t remember closing, Madara tilted his head up and let out a quiet whine until Tobirama graced him with one last kiss. Just because it was the middle of the day didn’t mean he was willing to go to bed without his goodnight kiss. Once he had that he tucked his head back down and buried his face in a pale neck, listening to his lover’s pulse and letting the steady sound of it help him drift away from reality.

He hadn’t planned to fall asleep on the couch, he hadn’t meant for any of these events to happen, but he was happy that they did. None of the private imaginings he had dreamed up had come even close to the reality that was making love to the man holding him and Madara was the very opposite of disappointed. Honestly the past half year of his life had been so far out of plan he could barely keep up from day to day. But as he sank rapidly down in to sleep Madara reflected that each new change had only brought him more happiness. And he was quite okay with that.