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Mpreg Oneshots	By : kpizkool Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Naruto, seriously. No money is made off of this.

Chapter List
- 1-Yahiko x Nagato
- 2-Hashirama x Madara
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Woot woot, second chapter.
Taking suggestions, cause well. I can.
No guarantee it'll be done though.
And you people need to review! If you review beforeee you request, I'm more likely to do it...Hint hint.
Anyway, this is Hashirama x Madara. Because I really like that couple.
FYI: This is in an AU where men can get pregnant, obviously. I suppose they're born with it, or something. I don't know, feel free to submit your ideas on how these miracles of life are possible.

Hashirama stood in the middle of the dark street, without a single passerby noticing him standing there so oddly, since no one in their right mind was walking the streets at that time of night, as even the clubbers and thugs were in some building or another. He studied the flyer for a good ten minutes, making sure it was who he thought it was. That mane of hair was completely undeniable. The man on the flyer was Madara Uchiha, Hashirama Senju's childhood friend, and first love. However, it would be completely incorrect to call Madara a first, when Hashirama had never loved anyone else, nor had he ever stopped loving Madara. It was Madara who had thrown the tantrum that forced them apart. But Hashirama loved the man anyway, mental breakdowns and all. It was completely unexplainable.
The last time he saw Madara had to have been when they were graduating from high school. The very last time he saw him was when Madara left the graduation ceremony, not even going back to his seat. Once his diploma had been handed to him, Madara forced his gown off, threw the hat at some unsuspecting grandma, and left the ceremony without another word. But there he was. Printed on paper, advertising for a concert. A concert that was being played at by Sharingan, the band Madara was the lead singer of. He knew Madara loved to sing, and dreamed of becoming famous when they were teenagers...But he had no idea Madara had taken it this far. He checked the date quickly. He knew exactly where the location was, as there was only one arena concerts were ever held, so the place was not too hard for any local to find. The date was the only thing important. Midnight. Tonight at midnight.
He gave his aching feet and pained back no mind as he hurried off, due to it being only a quarter until when the concert would be starting. He had no idea why he was so desperate to get there. He hadn't even thought about it as he forced his tired body to move. Why did he need to see Madara so badly? Why, after all these years did he need to see the psychotic man?
He allowed his thoughts to stop there when he was able to pay for the ticket he needed, making his way through the large crowd of people who were cheering and excited to see Sharingan. It was as if he were deaf though, all he could really hear were their muffled voices as soon as he set eyes on the magnificent being standing on stage. He was clad in tight black jeans, fishnets and boots, the casual rocker attire he presumed. Hashirama could not stop staring, he wasn't even ashamed at that fact. He stood off to the side so not to be in anyone's way, but close enough to get a clear view of Madara.
"How's everyone doing tonight?" That smirk he gave, sent a good majority of the crowd in an uproar, squealing and screaming at how devilishly handsome he looked,"That's good, that's good...I'd hate for you all to come out here not feeling like that." His laugh. It was surprisingly heart-warming, and Hashirama couldn't look away. Everyone and every sound around him faded away as he watched Madara from the spot his was standing, off to the side so no one would dare interrupt him. A high pitch noise only seemed to reach his ears as he studied Madara, not able to hear when the music started. He saw Madara's mouth moving while he sang, and his fingers skillfully skidding across his guitar strings, but Hashirama just watched him, taking in the entire picture.
"I can't explain just how it feels, the thoughts of my premature burial..."
Fuck, he looked great...It had been over a decade since the last time he had seen Madara in person, even like this from a distance. He looked damn fine to be almost thirty. Not that Hashirama himself wasn't something a person would look twice at, there had even been a few triple takes in his lifetime. He had many people compliment his appearance over the years. Madara of course never told him he was attractive. Even when they were together as teenagers.
He suddenly got hot and a bit flustered when he recalled their time together. Smoking and drinking weren't uncommon when they were together, and though he knew now it was bad for their health, he couldn't help but miss being young and with Madara. Every time they would make love, smoke would be encasing the room, while hard rock music blared to keep either of their parents or siblings from hearing their shenanigans, depending on whose house they chose. He absentmindedly bit at his bottom lip while thinking of all the times Madara had done so seductively.
"Inside this oblong box I lie, with the hopes I'll be buried alive..."

He waited for what seemed like an eternity, Madara was taking an absolutely agonizing long time to leave the arena. But he waited patiently. He waiting on Madara for over ten years, he could stand to wait another few hours, he mused to himself. But once that thought had ran through his mind, the back doors to the arena flew open and Madara stepped out very slowly, as if he knew he would make is suspenseful. He froze as soon as he saw the man waiting for him, undoubtedly recognizing him immediately.
"Hm...Long time no see, Senju." He said rather calmly, fingers twitching slightly as he fit his jacket on snugly, and popped out a cigarette as the elder walked over to him. Madara jumped slightly when Hashirama's arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, yanking him closer to the tanner man and forcing their bodies together along with Madara's arms to his side,"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" He scoffed, struggling halfheartedly to get away from the tight grip.
"Madara, please. I've missed you, and it's been forever." He looked Madara right in the eye, slightly frowning before giving him one of his famous charming smiles, clutching onto Madara's shoulders,"Want to go out for coffee before you take off again and I don't see you for another ten years?"
Madara eyed him, before scoffing slightly,"Don't be so dramatic, I'm moving back into town." Hashirama couldn't help but give a bigger smile, face seeming to light up at the mention of this.
"Really? What are you moving back into town for? I thought you hated Konoha..."
The raven haired man snorted, turning his head away while resting his cigarette against his lower lip, letting the tip slip into his mouth,"I just wanted to come back, damn. Don't question my motives." He shot the Senju a glare, but the elder held up his hands defensively.
"I'm not questioning, Madara. I was just curious." He gave Madara another smile, finding it impossible to stop doing so around the obviously irritated man. Not smiling around Madara was like not popping bubbles on the bubble wrap. Scientifically impossible for Hashirama Senju.
"Alright then." He lit up his cigarette, eyes closed while he did so, but he looked at Hashirama, blowing out some smoke,"Hn." Madara gave a quick glance up and down the taller man's body, before looking at his face to make sure he hadn't been caught,"You can come to my place. It's too late to be going anywhere, stupid Senju."
Hashirama smiled, a wave of relief washing over him when Madara agreed to spend time with him. After all, he thought they weren't on the best of terms after their last meeting and half expected Madara to shank him upon first sight,"I didn't exactly mean tonight, but I would love to go to your house with you, Madara." He smiled gingerly as the black haired male gave him a look,"We can catch up."
"Hn."

Hashirama couldn't help but watch every inch of the Uchiha's body as he moved, walking to and from the kitchen to fetch them drinks. He was quite surprisingly being a very good host. He offered Hashirama tea or coffee, then made the tea without any complaints. He asked if the Senju wanted a snack, to which he simply replied he was fine but the younger had the courtesy to ask if he were sure. He even gave the Senju permission to turn on the television and flip through while the tea brewed. He did so, but most of his time was spent watching Madara's ass in the incredibly tight jeans he wore. They left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The Senju nodded his head and smiled charmingly once Madara returned with the tray of tea, and he was even more ecstatic when the Uchiha sat down beside him,"So, Madara...What have you been up to all these years? I tried getting in contact with you once or twice, but...everything seemed to fall through." He glanced to Madara after staring down at his tea cup, mildly curious as to if it were poisoned.
Madara sighed, glancing to the side while leaning against the arm of the couch casually,"Nothing much. Been playing in the band for three years now. It's been...difficult with my current situation but nonetheless satisfying." He gave a slight smirk at that before continuing,"I never had the time to try and reply to your calls. I didn't really want to anyway." He glanced at the Senju then, who just laughed very lightly at the ebony haired man's words.
"That's good to hear. Nice to know you still hated me after our break up." He smiled, sipping his tea once more. He didn't know why, but he was finding it incredibly hard to be mad at Madara for that. Maybe the fact that he seemed not to hate him so much now.
Madara rolled his eyes,"Oh no, I still hate you. It's just the pills my therapist put me on---They're preventing me from being pissed off and strangling you."
The taller man chuckled, sipping his tea casually,"Well that's good to hear."
He eyed him for a moment, before sighing, sipping the warm liquid up to calm himself,"I hear you've become quite the bachelor. Konoha's most eligible in fact."
Hashirama chuckled, holding his cup up slightly in a mock toast,"Comes with being the mayor I'm afraid. Most women only want me for my power." He smiled at Madara while drinking,"At least you didn't want me for my position."
"I'm afraid you're wrong there."
The Senju paused for a second. Before beginning to chuckle at the slight smirk on Madara's face, and he pushed on the smaller man's shoulder while letting out a hearty laugh,"You're a pervert."
"Like you're not." He scoffed at the play push, setting his cup down once he finished drinking the contents of the ceramic material,"After all, you've been eyeing me like a freshman girl in high school eyes the senior in her first block class."
Hashirama inwardly cursed at being caught, but didn't let it show on the outside as he smiled at Madara,"Your jeans are awfully hard to ignore."
Madara snorted and rolled his eyes, muttering a 'whatever' before looking away, getting up to go to the kitchen. Hashirama immediately followed him, and once Madara reached the arch leading into the kitchen, he turned around and crossed his arms,"What."
Hashirama stared at him. Madara stared back. They kept that going on for a solid two minutes before Hashirama leaned down, cupping the Uchiha's face so the little spitfire couldn't pull away while he kissed him. Said hellion did just as was predicted and struggled for a few seconds, before he gave up much like a caught fish. The Senju pulled away once his slightly younger companion stopped struggling, and he looked down at this...beautiful creature beneath him,"Madara..." He muttered softly, resting his forehead against the Uchiha's, biting his lip slightly as if he were arguing with himself, before looking at him with soft brown eyes,"What happened to us...?"
At that Madara glanced away, unwilling to see the sad, almost pitiful face of the Senju,"I don't know, it just happened. God. That was eleven years ago. Why the hell does it matter? We were just teenagers. Stupid teenagers who thought they would be in love forever. But it doesn't happen like that in real life."
"Yes it does, Madara." Hashirama frowned, and held his face tightly, frowning while looking at him, kissing him firmly on the lips once Madara glared at him,"I have been in love with you forever."
Madara, to say the least, was quite stunned at this accusation, and opened his mouth to protest immediately, but the Senju silenced him with another kiss, forcing their lips together messily, much like when they were young. He felt himself giving in, and he absentmindedly cursed himself as he held onto the Senju's wrists and...
Kissed him back.
Madara didn't know what was happening while they were kissing, their lips moving together perfectly as if they had never parted for such a long time. He barely felt himself being lifted up against the wall, and he didn't realize his hands were clutching the Senju's smooth hair tightly and tugging once his tongue invaded Madara's mouth. Madara's mind was going hazy while he sucked on the muscle, kissing him firmly, not daring to be the first to break from the passionate kissing. This was a challenge, and even as his air supply ran low, he continued moving his lips with Hashirama's, clutching tightly onto the taller man's silky locks of hair.
Hashirama continued kissing his love while carrying him upstairs, ignoring the TV still going on in the background. He rested his hands on the Uchiha's rump to keep him up while they kissed, banging into the wall a few times as he reached for one of the door knobs on the second floor. Madara immediately broke the kiss however, before the older could open it, muttering softly so his breath hit the still moist lips of his partner,"Not there, my room...over there..." He kissed Hashirama again while pointing the other male in the correct direction.
The taller man immediately tossed his Uchiha onto the bed, hearing the soft squeak of the springs once the body had landed on it, and another squeaky noise once his own weight sat on top of Madara, kissing him firmly again. Madara at this point was not even considering running away. He dug his boney finger tips into the tanner man's hips, almost hard enough to leave bruises before tugging away at the t-shirt he wore, forcing it off so he could lean up and kiss the smooth chest of the brunette. Hashirama shuddered at the suddenness of it all but allowed Madara to do what he wanted, knowing it would be useless to tell him no anyway.
While Madara was messing with his skin however, he began undressing his Uchiha lover, carefully peeling the skin tight clothes off of him. Hashirama didn't even say a word when he realized Madara was lacking any underwear. He just stored it away in his mind for later teasing when he wasn't horny as fuck and about to do just that. Madara nipped at the other's nipples, only doing so to leave a bit of sting once the nipples were erect. Hashirama leaned down, forcing Madara's head up by a grip on his chin and kissed him while muttering,"Take my pants off."
He of course then wasted no time in removing Madara's shirt, and going back to kissing him immediately while the Uchiha fumbled with his belt, and quickly unzipped the jeans the elder was wearing, yanking on them and slipping them down, allowing the Senju to kick them off the rest of the way. He immediately jumped when Madara's hand turned and cupped his package, rubbing him vigorously through the boxers, squeezing and rubbing his ball sac. He moaned into Madara's mouth, reaching down and gripping a hold of the pale man's slightly erect member, pumping him slowly and soothingly in response to Madara's rough treatment of his goods.
Madara moaned into the elder's mouth, groaning and rocking his hips with his hand, before moving his hips up and forcing both of their members to rub against one another, though Hashirama still had cloth covering his manhood. The brunette gasped, and pinned Madara's hips down firmly with his hands to he could grind them together himself without worrying about Madara's movements. He whined at that, shooting the elder a glare before yanking his boxers down just enough to be below his member, leaving it bare.
He struggled to get up, growling and attempting to move,"Dammit Senju, let me up...!" He was silenced by another rough kiss from said Senju, and he moaned immediately, grabbing both of their now erect members and rubbing them together while pumping the both of them at a quick and pleasurable pace. Hashirama began moaning against Madara's lips, still keeping the ebony haired man's hips still while Madara pleasured them, Madara's demand going ignored very easily.
"Damn..." Hashirama groaned, leaning down and yanking Madara's hand away, pinning both the Uchiha's hands by his head while he grinded himself down on Madara's erection, watching as precum began to pearl at the tip of his love's member. Madara was moaning and withering like a little whore-just as Hashirama remembered him.
Before he could stop himself, he yanked Madara's legs up and forced him to rest his knees by his head. Madara was still flexible as ever, despite being nearly thirty. The raven haired man panted while looking up at Hashirama, eyes widening in immediate surprise when a very familiar cock pierced right through his tight ring of muscle and forced it's way inside Madara's tight cavern. He winced at the rough intrusion, but willed himself to adjust while kissing the elder, digging his fingernails into Hashirama's cheek as punishment for the painful penetration.
Hashirama took the nails to his face, understanding he should have prepared Madara, or at least warned him. But Madara was already adjusting well, kissing and biting at Hashirama's lips and tongue whenever he could. Hashirama hoped they would be swollen by the morning. He moaned against Madara's mouth while accepting the abuse, rubbing Madara's thighs and squeezing the underside of them on the occasion, causing the Uchiha to jolt from the feeling, unintentionally impaling himself on Hashirama's erection.
Hashirama himself of course found this to be a great discovery, and kept squeezing to make Madara move on him. Once Madara was able to move without him forcing it out of the younger, he began thrusting into the tight heat of Madara's entrance. The shorter man's face was already slightly flushed as he moaned and threw his head back, panting as a wet slapping noise began to echo around the room as Hashirama sped up. Madara loved the squeaking that came from the abused bed as well, kissing Hashirama harder and moaning to show he was quite pleased.
The Senju himself understood the signs immediately, moaning against Madara's lips and thrusting harder into him, earning a yelp from the Uchiha when he hit a bad spot, and immediately he searched for the bundle of nerves hidden within. Madara moaned when he got close to it, panting and kissing Hashirama's neck, running his canines along the skin teasingly as if he were going to bite. In response, Hashirama pulled out of him and flipped him over, forcing Madara's head down into the blanket while he re-entered him and began snapping his hips forward at a rougher pace, immediately nailing the Uchiha's prostate from pure luck.
Despite the position Madara arched his back and moaned loudly, digging his fingernails roughly into his bedsheets while practically screaming for Hashirama to fuck him harder. The Senju couldn't do anything but obey, his hips snapped forward at a harder pace to please his lover, nailing the best spot inside the Uchiha, causing the wild haired man to began screaming and groaning, moving himself back shamelessly against the elder as he began pumping himself, causing his walls to flex hard. He began squeezing purposely down on Hashirama's member, and both of their actions soon caused them both to climax heavily at nearly the same time. Madara's semen left a small puddle on the bed while Hashirama's orgasm was shot right up into Madara's tight entrance, that was still flexing and throbbing.
Hashirama pulled himself out once he was sure he wouldn't hurt his love, and flopped beside of him. Neither of them said a word as the tan man wrapped his arms around his Uchiha lover and pulled him close into a loving embrace while both of their bodies were attempting to settle down. Still without saying anything, Hashirama yanked the blanket over both of them, kissed Madara softly on the forehead, and closed his eyes. His still excited companion soon calmed down enough to do the same, and they both easily passed out from their activities.

When the elder man woke up in the morning, blinded by the light coming from the curtain-less windows, he found his newly returned lover missing from the bed. This immediately caused him to frown, and once he was well adjusted to the light he rose from the bed, looking around for any sign of his wayward Uchiha. After gathering up his clothes and putting them back on, he looked around the room to finally notice what it really looked like. It wasn't half bad. The bed took up nearly half the room, however. There was a television and even a comfy chair in the corner next to a book shelf. Shaking his head slightly, he descended downstairs to search for Madara.
Upon entering the kitchen, he immediately smelt the fading scent of pancakes, noticing a covered up plate on the counter with a note attached to the napkin. He plucked the note from it's shrine and read over it once;

Senju,

I'll be back in a few hours.

Be grateful I made you anything you lazy ass.

-Madara
Hashirama shook his head, smiling slightly while sitting at the table to eat his slightly warm pancakes. He wondered when Madara had left, and frowned slightly in fear he would have to wait for much longer. He wanted to see him now. He wanted to really see him, how he was during the day, not at night after one of his concerts. Hashirama really wanted to reconnect with Madara...in more ways than they had done the previous night, obviously.
After eating his breakfast and watching a few shows on television, he was just beginning to get rather bored when he heard the front door being unlocked. He couldn't help but smile and immediately got up from his seat to go greet Madara; However, something very unexpected came in through the front door instead.
A young boy. His hair was pitch black and smooth, only spiking slightly at the ends which reached his upper back, and his eyes were a dark brown color. He stared up at Hashirama, blinking for a minute before waving,"Hello. Daddy didn't say we had a guest."
Hashirama could have fainted.
Madara came in behind the boy, closing the door and dropping a small coat on the coat rack before taking his own off,"Kannon, this is Hashirama." He nodded slightly to the boy, before looking straight at Hashirama and watching, no, studying the elder's face. He looked surprised for a good few seconds, before smiling genuinely and moving his hand out, ruffling the boy's hair some.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kannon. I think I'm your other father." At this, Madara bristled and hissed at him, to which Kannon looked up confused, looking at Madara for some sort of answer.
"Kannon, go to your room for a minute while I kill him." The boy muttered an 'okay' before going past Hashirama, looking back at them once before going upstairs, heading right into the room Hashirama had attempted to enter the night before with Madara.
The brunette kept that nice smile on his face while Madara glared daggers at him, hissing like a pissed off cat,"What the hell did you say that for? He's going to be asking about it now!"
"Well Madara...It's quite obvious I'm his father..." He said this gingerly, not wanting to piss off the wild cat any farther than he already had,"I think he deserves to know who I am...I think you've kept me a bit of a secret..." He reached out, touching Madara's cheek that was flaring red from anger and/or embarrassment,"But I won't tell him anything until we talk about it first."
"Hn."

Once Madara had calmed down enough, and was able to sit on the couch and drink tea to keep his temper in check, he started explaining,"Kannon is yours." He started, glancing to the side before turning and looking fully at the Senju who also was sipping on some tea to calm his nerves,"I didn't want you to know, but...I guess that's kind of why I moved back here to this dump." He snorted slightly, before sipping his tea quickly.
"Madara...You could have, no, you should have told me...I would have helped you raise him, I love children, you know that..." He gave his friend a sympathetic smile, patting Madara's cheek gently, rubbing his thumb soothingly over the pale man's cheek,"I already love him and I just found out he existed."
Madara snorted, and shot him a glare,"You didn't have to blurt it out like that, I wanted to talk to you and then tell him myself you ass-wipe." Hashirama ignored the threats, leaning forward and kissing Madara lightly on the lips.
"I'm sorry. You're unpredictable, baby." He chuckled slightly at the nickname while giving Madara a nice smile,"How was I supposed to know?"
"I don't know, maybe if you use your brain for once." He droned out, giving the elder an unamused stare.
He sighed, kissing Madara softly on the lips once more, ignoring the fact the Uchiha stiffened,"Come on now Madara...Can I be a father to him?"
"I don't know..." He sighed, muttering under his breath while looking down at his empty cup,"He didn't know his other parent was a man, and he's been calling me Daddy..."
"He can call both of us Daddy." Hashirama smiled, taking a hold of Madara's hands with one of his own, and tilting Madara's chin up with his free hand,"I really want to be a part of your life again..." He leaned down, kissing Madara firmly on the lips, muttering softly,"Kannon is just giving me an even better reason to stay."
Madara stared at him for the longest time, watching his eyes, before muttering,"I left because I panicked."
"I know." He kissed Madara softly,"I know. You don't have to explain anything to me, Madara...All that matters is you won't leave me again."
"..."
"Promise?"
"..." He glanced to the side, biting on the inside of his cheek while he thought.
Hashirama reached out and grabbed Madara's chin, making him look at him again while he leaned forward and placed a breath taking kiss on Madara's rather bruised lips. Immediately the Uchiha kissed back, moaning softly from the feeling, reaching out and clutching at Hashirama's shoulders. To which Hashirama then pulled away and looked at him,"Please?"
"...I...I promise."

"Argh! The baby won't stop crying! Madara..." Hashirama said exasperated while he rocked their one year old son, panicking as the child went into his sixth minute of wailing and breaking Hashirama's heart. Madara sighed, rubbing his forehead, moving away from the now fourteen year old Kannon and their other three year old son, Kichirou. He carefully took the sobbing infant from Hashirama and took off to the kitchen, immediately fetching the baby a bottle, to which the crying immediately stopped. Hashirama sighed, rubbing his forehead and sitting down on the couch, looking over at the other kids,"How does your Mother do that?"
"He's good at figuring out their cries I guess." Kannon shrugged, oofing as the younger boy flopped on him and giggled, smiling big while looking up at his older brother with complete admiration. Hashirama smiled at the adorable sight, that one little scene just enough to calm his nerves.
Madara came back in after putting the baby to bed, sighing and ruffling his hair while plopping down on the couch and tossing his legs over Hashirama's to stretch out,"Kids are complicated. Why the hell do you keep getting me pregnant."
Hashirama smiled, and leaned over, kissing him, moving to straddle his legs and put his hands beside Madara on the arm of the couch,"It's hard not to."
"If you guys are gonna do that freaky sex stuff on the couch, I'm never sitting there again." Kannon droned out, giving them an unamused look as he stood up, scooping Kichirou up in his arms and carrying the brunette baby out of the living room, shaking his head slightly while muttering about how they ruin everything.
Madara smirked, pushing Hashirama off and running after Kannon, the Senju hot on his tail while Madara ran. The raven haired man easily plucked the three year old from his son's grasp, and since the boy was so petite Hashirama easily scooped Kannon up, causing him to squeal.
"Dad! Put me down, this isn't f-fun-!" He started laughing as the elder tickled him, trying to get down, thrashing about in his Father's arms,"S-stop it already, I'm not a little k-kid!" Hashirama began laughing with the child as well, before just holding him close, treating the teenager as if he were a baby. Madara was bouncing Kichirou and blowing on his tummy at the same time this was going on, making the three year old squeal.
"D-daddyy help Kichiii...!" He giggled, wriggling in Madara's arms until Hashirama plucked him away, setting him on Kannon so he was carrying both of them easily. He smiled, and leaned down, kissing Kichirou's forehead, then Kannon's, the boy immediately whining about how gross that was and how he was too old to be kissed like that.
Hashirama set them down, carefully holding Kichirou and carrying him to his room which he shared with Kannon, so the teen was following closely behind. Madara stood in the doorway as he watched his husband tuck Kichirou in his bed that was surrounded by pillows, because the toddler tended to roll off in the middle of the night.
Kannon of course was able to tuck himself in and did so, sitting up slightly to look at them,"Can Takeshi spend the night tomorrow?"
"That depends, is he going to break your arm again?" Madara stated monotonely, quirking an eyebrow at his child in remembrance of what took place the previous year.
"No, he's not. His dad put him on some kind of medication, so he's not as crazy as he was."
"His Dad needs to take medications too." Madara scoffed, rolling his eyes, and sighed,"I don't know, maybe. Invite him for dinner, and we'll see."
"Okay, thanks Dad." He lay back down at that, snuggling into his bed and closing his eyes, completely used to his parents lingering in his room even after he was ready to sleep. It didn't bother him much at all. Hashirama left the room as usual once he finished reading to Kichirou, closing the door just most of the way, and following Madara to their own bedroom to continue their night time ritual.
He pinned Madara to the bed, kissing all over his face before allowing Madara to do the same, hand clutching Hashirama's hair tightly as soon as their lips found each other. Their lips danced, moving together in perfect time. Neither one of them wanted to pull away, but both knew any longer and their clothes would be ripped and the still dozing children would hear them. Hashirama got off of Madara, and crawled into bed with his lover, pulling Madara close,"Be careful, I don't want to take you while you're in this state." He smiled, kissing the back of the black haired man's neck, being very gentle about it.
"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean we can't have sex." Madara almost pouted, glancing to the side while pulling up the blankets, tugging on them viciously when they refused to cooperate.
Hashirama gently pulled the blankets up over him, and rested his hands on the younger's fifth month baby bump, nuzzling his shoulder blades affectionately as his hands ran smoothly across the man's stomach,"I know. But our other children might matter a little bit." He teased, before closing his eyes, loving the feeling of Madara scooting back and snuggling against him,"Good night, Madara."
"Good night, Senju."

Dear God this took me for-fucking-ever!
I spent five hours straight last night writing it, I only stopped because my fingers felt like they were going to fall off, but wow. Thank God that's over with. Whew.
Anyway, please review, leave comments, suggestions, etc.
I'd love to hear what you guys think.
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