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So I'm Fake Now, It's Your Fault	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“P-please, stop!” Madara actually begged Hashirama as he lay on the ground beneath the Senju, bound by Mokuton. “It hurts!”
“Shh…” Hashirama smiled sickly at Madara, running a hand across the younger Uchiha’s cheek, stroking it. The Senju thrust in and out of his victim at a steady rate as he tried to comfort the younger. “It’s alright, Mada-chan -- just relax and it won’t hurt you. Much.”
“Stop it!” Madara screamed. There was so much pain taking over his body, but no matter what he did, the pain only increased. He thrashed to get away but Hashirama was taller, stronger, and heavier than Madara and easily kept the younger male pinned to the ground with his body alone – there was not much point in using Mokuton, but then again -- better safe than sorry.
“Stop!” Madara screamed as he felt a foreign substance enter his body after an hour of being tortured.
Madara sobbed as Hashirama pulled out with a pleased sigh. Though he was glad that it was over, he knew that the scars would never heal.
“Wasn’t that great, Mada-chan?” Hashirama smirked, leaning down to kiss Madara gently. He pulled back when the Uchiha tried to bite his tongue once it had entered the Uchiha’s mouth.
“Bastard!” Madara spat, crying heavily. “I hate you! I HATE YOU!”
“You’ve always hated me, Mada-chan.” Hashirama smirked. “So disrespectful, one young. And here I thought that we could be friends…”
Madara rolled to his side in pain as Hashirama released the restraints, leaving the Uchiha to cry his heart out in agony.
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Madara awoke with a scream. That nightmare had plagued him every night after Hashirama had raped him. He trembled as he heard Izuna’s footsteps running to his bedroom, but in all honesty, he wanted Izuna there with him anyway. He didn’t want to be alone – not so he could come back and hurt him.
“Nii-san?” Izuna opened the door slowly, peeking in carefully -- Madara hated people in his room, and Izuna was no exception. “Is everything alright?”
Madara shook his head, trying to stop his tears. He jumped out of the bed and ran to Izuna, grabbing his younger brother’s arm, pulling him away and into the shorter boy’s room.
“Nii-san?” Izuna asked in confusion as he stood at the doorway of his own bedroom, watching as Madara climbed into his bed without even asking. What was his brother doing?
“Izu,” Madara said softly, his voice trembling. “I’m going to sleep with you tonight, okay?”
Izuna nodded and joined Madara in the bed, but when the taller Uchiha wrapped his arms around his younger brother, Izuna knew that something was very, very wrong -- Madara was not a physically affectionate person.
Izuna closed his eyes, deciding he would investigate into the matter tomorrow -- for now he needed sleep.
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Madara crept out into the kitchen the next morning, still half asleep but timid and alert. He didn’t see anyone around so far, but Izuna was making his way silently over to his brother from Madara’s blind-spot – not a good move on any given day.
“Nii-san?”
Madara jumped and spun around, ready to attack as Izuna addressed him from directly behind the older male.
“What’s wrong? You kept screaming and moaning last night in your sleep. You kept waking me up because of it and I’m so worried… Are you okay?”
Madara shook his head, not wanting to tell his baby brother what had happened. He just didn’t want his brother to worry about him – it was supposed to be Madara worrying about Izuna, not the other way around. “I-I’m fine, Izu…”
“No, you’re not.” Izuna said, completely serious. “Something’s really wrong with you, nii-san. Please tell me what it is… I promise I won’t tell anyone… Maybe I can help --”
  “Izuna, just stay out of it!” Madara snapped angrily, his Sharingan spinning wildly into Mangekyou in a desperate attempt to force Izuna to leave him alone.
Izuna jumped back a little, shocked. Something had really worked Madara up, but what? Madara would never turn his Mangekyou against his younger brother…
‘Maybe I should ask Hokage-sama if he knows what’s wrong with my nii-san?’ Izuna thought to himself. ‘He’s supposed to know if there’s anything at all wrong with the village… He should know if something happened to my aniki…”
Izuna watched as Madara quietly crept out into the living room before he himself walked out of the house and to the centre of the village, intending on paying the same man who had raped Madara a visit.
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“And then he just started crying!” Izuna had just about wrapped up the story to Hashirama almost two hours later. “I don't know what’s wrong with him! Hokage-sama, I'm so confused, and I'm very worried about my nii-san!”
Hashirama nodded slowly, smiling softly. “I see, Izuna-kun. May I go to your house when I get a chance and talk to Madara-kun?”
Izuna nodded, almost jumping at the idea – anything to help his brother. “Please help him, Hokage-sama! Please!”
“I’ll do my best, Izuna-kun.” Hashirama said gently, placing a hand on Izuna’s shoulder. “I promise.”
Izuna smiled brightly at Hashirama, wanting to hug the older man but refraining from doing so. If he had looked closer at Hashirama, he would have noticed that the Senju had crossed his fingers – had Izuna done the right thing or not?
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It was just three days later that Hashirama visited Madara.
Izuna was out with Hashirama’s younger brother, Tobirama, and he wouldn’t be back for another day or so.
Hashirama was careful to make sure that no one saw him going to the Uchiha’s small residence. By the time he was standing in front of the locked door, a sick grin formed on the man’s face. It was like he enjoyed the mere thought of Madara’s fear and pain.
“Mada-chan,” Hashirama cooed, using his jutsu to form a key and unlock the front door. He laughed loudly when he stepped into the threshold. “Mada-chan, come out and we’ll play again, okay?”
Hashirama wasn’t surprised to find that Madara hadn’t responded, nor was he surprised that the younger had rather taken to slinking about the house looking for an escape route – Madara’s shadow wasn’t hard to miss from down the hall.
“Mada-chan,” Hashirama called again, sounding so sweet this time. “Come out, Mada-chan.”
He headed towards the slight, almost inaudible noises Madara was making. He chuckled inwardly as he could sense that the younger male had frozen in his tracks.
Walking further down the hallway, he laughed when he saw that Madara standing in the middle of Izuna’s doorway, a look similar to that of a creature caught in headlights on his face. Hashirama looked into those beautiful Sharingan eyes and was almost shocked to see that tears had already begun to form in them – did Madara fear him that much?
“Now, now, Mada-chan, don't cry.” Hashirama said in a gentle manner, reaching out for the Uchiha and pulling him in close to his body. He hugged the younger, though still alert in case Madara had any weapons hidden on him.
“You raped me…” Madara whispered, trying to sound threatening but failing to sound anything more than frightened.
“No, I didn't…” Hashirama kissed and sucked on Madara’s sensitive neck. “I took your virginity… that’s all I did.”
Madara flinched.
  “I… I was saving that for someone special, you asshole!” Madara tried to scream but he could only force it out in a small, timid voice.
Hashirama chuckled. “Oh, really, now? Well, I’ve taken it and I see that it’s only proper for me to be your lover now. Come, Mada-chan -- this is your bedroom, right?”
Madara shook his head, his eyes wide and pleading -- for the love of god, anywhere but his baby brother’s bedroom!
“Oh, I see.” Hashirama was kind as he spoke. “This is Izuna’s bedroom. Yes, let’s not desecrate your beloved brother’s bed. I wouldn’t like it if someone took me in my brother’s bed.”
Madara shook and sobbed as he was forced back into his own room, being pulled over to the bed and laid gently on it, almost like Hashirama was afraid of breaking him.
“Let me go!” Madara cried out weakly, trying to pull his wrists out of Hashirama’s grip, but the Hokage was too strong for him.
“You know, Madara…” Hashirama began, but Madara could tell that there was a hint of a threat in his voice. “Izuna was the one who asked me to try and help you. He was so worried about his big brother… scared that he was going to hurt himself, or worse… kill himself… Izuna-kun was almost crying as he told me that you’ve been… sad and frightened since the first time we slept together.”
Madara bit his lip -- why was Hashirama telling him this?
“You wouldn’t want your otouto to be worried about you, do you?” It was almost as if Hashirama could read Madara’s mind. “And even if you tell him what I’ve done, who do you think would believe you, Mada-chan? I'm the Hokage -- the peaceful, loving, violence-hating man, and you’re Uchiha Madara -- warmongering, sadistic, hateful to the world and unable to love anyone.”
Madara scrunched his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears -- how could Hashirama throw these things right in his face before violating him in an unforgivable way?! It was like Hashirama wanted him to know that he was on his own!
“But…” Hashirama was still talking! “… Even if everyone else turns their back on you, Mada-chan… I’ll always be here for you… I love you, Mada-chan.”
Madara let out an agonised sob as Hashirama claimed his lips tenderly. He tried to resist but the Senju was just so overpowering, quickly forcing him to bend to his will.
Madara cried out as the older male pulled his clothes off, wanting nothing more than to curl up under a rock and die, but Hashirama seemed bent on making him feel.
Hashirama ran his hand down Madara’s skinny frame to the younger’s member, stroking it to life. The black-haired male sobbed out more, struggling weakly, cursing his body for responding to that rapist’s touch.
“Don't worry, Mada-chan.” Hashirama whispered, kissing Madara’s nipple before taking it into his mouth. “You’ll learn to love this, Mada-chan. I love you.”
Madara tried to pull his head away from Hashirama’s hand but the taller man had him restrained too well. The Senju placed three fingers on his lips.
“Suck them, Mada-chan.” Hashirama whispered sensually, licking Madara’s earlobe. “Don't bite them this time, please.”
When Madara refused to open his lips, Hashirama placed an unlubed finger into his opening, succeeding in making him cry out. Taking advantage of the open mouth, Hashirama shoved his fingers into the younger’s mouth, making him coat them in saliva.
“If you had just sucked on them I wouldn’t have had to hurt you…” Hashirama said, sounding sad. He continued to probe around in Madara’s mouth.
Madara hissed and tried to bite Hashirama’s long digits but the Senju was too quick. He had pulled out his fingers just in time, sending a warning glare in his direction.
Placing the first finger in Madara caused the Uchiha to cry out in fear, begging for the Hokage to stop his assault.
“Stop it, Senju!” Madara screamed, tears spilling everywhere in his distress. “Stupid fucking Senju, leave me alone! Izu! Izu! Help!”
Hashirama frowned and grabbed Madara’s pillow, pulling the casing off of it and shoving it in Madara’s open mouth, drowning out all noise that the younger man made.
Madara’s tears only doubled at this, and the panic was obvious on the Uchiha’s face if the wide, tearful eyes and trembling lips were anything to go by. It almost made Hashirama feel bad for what he was doing, but he had wanted this for as long as he had known the Uchiha.
Having stretched the younger boy open quickly, Hashirama leant down and licked his lips before placing his tongue at Madara’s entrance, licking it gently and teasing the little hole.
Madara thrashed and sobbed, hysterical, but Hashirama wasn’t going to stop. Forcing his tongue inside of Madara, Hashirama lavished the flavour that was the Uchiha.
After several minutes, the Senju pulled his tongue back into its own cavern, the taste of Madara still on the fat organ.
“You taste so good, Mada-chan,” Hashirama smiled as he lined himself up at Madara’s anus. He pushed in roughly, causing the Uchiha nothing but pain.
Hashirama had waited several seconds before thrusting in and out of Madara slowly and gently. He blocked out Madara’s cries of pain and fright, focused only on making love to his parter sweetly.
To Madara, Hashirama wasn’t making love -- he was raping the Uchiha.
Hashirama wanted the Uchiha to know how much he loved him – especially since their first time together was just rough, raw lust. He searched for Madara’s spot, and when he found it, he thrust into it, gently pumping the younger’s length in time.
Madara cried out in fear and pleasure, not wanting to feel this overwhelming torture. He hated himself because he couldn’t help but climax within seconds of the touch.
Hashirama smirked. “You really haven’t had much experience in sex now, have you, Mada-chan? I doubt you’ve even touched yourself before.”
Madara’s sobs strengthened in embarrassment -- Hashirama was right. Hashirama still hadn’t come while he could feel himself about to climax again already.
“I’m going to enjoy myself here so very much, Mada-chan…” Hashirama kissed Madara so gently.
‘Please kill me…’ Madara thought to himself repeatedly, wanting nothing more than to die than have to live this life.
--LINEBREAK--
Hashirama woke up a few hours later, still cuddled up to Madara. He blinked a few times, clearing his blurry eyes before taking in the sight before him.
Madara’s breathing was erratic, his body was shaking violently, and he was saturated in sweat and cum. He looked exhausted – hours later.
Hashirama couldn’t blame the Uchiha – he had lost count of how many times he had made Madara come because he himself had taken the Uchiha many times. He was surprised that the shorter male was still awake.
“Hey…” Hashirama muttered, kissing Madara’s cheek. “How do you feel?”
“…” Madara just turned his face away, not wanting to look at the brown-haired man – besides, even if he had wanted to speak, he couldn’t.
Hashirama gently removed the pillowcase from Madara’s mouth, wanting to hear the Uchiha’s beautiful voice.
At this action, tears leaked from Madara’s eyes and loud sobs sounded throughout the small room. Madara was breaking down – again.
Hashirama frowned and hugged Madara tightly, trying to soothe the younger male. He knew that it was all his fault, and he couldn’t help but feel terrible.
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