#meanwhile izuna and tobirama are just. so deeply tired

[inwiste]

was kicking around the idea with @fashionredalert of madara finding out hashirama and izuna are together after months of getting bitched at by hashirama for dating tobirama... at some point i will write more snippets but the basic idea was just "wouldn't it be funny if hashirama was genuinely insufferable about madara daring to touch his precious baby brother" as if he was not being the biggest hypocrite known to mankind

"You could always stay a bit longer," Izuna murmurs. His hair is still damp from the bath, fresh yukata cinched tight. Hashirama's fingers twitch. He can't stop his hands from finding Izuna's waist, pulling him close enough to touch. A dangerous thing to do when he has places to be.

"I can't," Hashirama sighs. He presses a kiss to Izuna's temple, the smell of his hair oil still lingering. He's already late. It's difficult to bring himself to care. "I can come back tonight if you're free."

A kiss is his answer, deep and slow. Izuna nips at his lip when they move to part and he cannot help but deepen the kiss in response, pulling Izuna flush against him. It's far too filthy for the early morning but it's still good.

It's a long time before he's willing to pull away. The flush on Izuna's cheeks, the swollen, shining lips and the dazed look in his eyes are each a temptation of their own.

It's agonizing to step away. He wants nothing more than to pick Izuna up and bring him to the bedroom for a detailed reenactment of the previous night but the rising sun is a cruel reminder of where he's needed.

"I can come by around seven," Hashirama says as he shrugs on his haori. "Do you want me to bring something for dinner?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Izuna sighs. "I have the day off, so if you finish up before then you're welcome to come early."

He stills for a moment. It's rare now, for him to spend a night alone. He's gotten used to having another person beside him.

He can't help but smile. To turn back to Izuna, hand finding his cheek, lips seeking Izuna's own. There's something he would dare call fondness in Izuna's eyes as he pulls away, heading for the door.

"I'll do my best," he finally says. Izuna's huff is more than enough reward.

The door swings open easily but he freezes in the middle of his step, face slackening in surprise. His free hand finds the door frame, steadying him as he stares.

Madara stares right back in equal surprise.

The moments tick by in complete silence. Madara hasn't moved, hasn't done anything save for stare, face settling into blankness.

He's forgotten that Izuna was still in the hallway, the reminder of his presence renewed by his voice, cutting through the prelude of what's to come.

"Well… fuck."