Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

Save Us, Daddy	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Save Us, Daddy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-11
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 2
- 3
- 4
  A/N Warning: This chapter contains masturbation.
Neither Tobi nor Obito were expecting Madara to come home with a new friend. Madara hadn’t brought friends over for as long as they could remember – with the sole exception of Pein whom mainly acted as the twins’ babysitter – but then again, Madara had only a handful of friends.
Pein politely excused himself to head off home now that Madara was back.
The twins sat awkwardly on the couch as Madara’s new friend took off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack by the door and peered around curiously.
“Boys, this is my new friend, Senju Hashirama.” Madara said softly to his children, gesturing to the male that was standing beside him.
Hashirama smiled at the twins and waved in a friendly manner to them. “Hello, there.”
Both Tobi and Obito panicked, jumping off the couch and running to their room with small whimpers, tears running down their faces in rivers. The bedroom door slammed shut behind Obito, and Tobi’s loud squeals of terror could be heard from the living room.
Hashirama didn't mind the boys being frightened of him -- what he did mind was Madara becoming upset over it.
Hashirama loved children, it was true – but he also knew that children as badly damaged as Madara’s twins were likely to act like this towards strangers and it shouldn’t be taken personally – he knew this from experience, having once been a child just like Tobi and Obito.
“Madara-kun, this must be very hard for you.” Hashirama hugged Madara tightly, not wanting to see his new friend so upset. Madara – in Hashirama’s opinion – was too beautiful to be so sad.
“They… used to love people, you know…?” Madara whispered, allowing himself to be held as his own tears ran tracks down that pale face. “And… seeing them run off like that before they even knew you must have hurt your feelings, right…?”
“Nope.” Hashirama smiled at Madara. A genuine smile. “Not at all, Madara-kun. Kids are kids, and you said something had happened to them. I didn't come here with that piece of information expecting them to run up to me and give me a great big hug declaring their undying love for me.”
Madara snorted at Hashirama’s joke and buried his face in Hashirama’s shoulder, gripping the Senju’s shirt tightly. “…Are you sure…?”
“Positive, Madara-kun. Absolutely.” Hashirama smiled lovingly at Madara, an honest expression in his eyes.
“I… I should go check on them and explain to them what’s going on...” Madara whispered, reluctantly pulling away from Hashirama – the comfort that the Senju radiated made the smaller Uchiha never want to let go of him. “They must be so very frightened…”
Hashirama smiled and pushed Madara gently towards the direction the twins had disappeared in. “Of course. You go to your kids. Take as long as you need. I’ll still be out here when you’re done. I'm not going anywhere.”
Madara smiled and squeezed Hashirama’s shoulder gently, a look of pure adoration crossing his face. “Thank you… Hashirama…”
“You’re very welcome, Madara-kun.” Hashirama wanted to lean down and kiss Madara’s cheek, but he knew better than to do that to someone he had just met – especially one as emotionally and mentally damaged as Madara.
Madara walked away reluctantly from Hashirama and headed to his boys’ room, knocking on the door and opening it slowly.
The twins were huddled in close to each other in a corner of the room, crying. They looked utterly petrified.
“D-daddy, we d-don't want him t-t-to hurt you!” Tobi wailed loudly as he buried himself closer into his brother’s body.
Obito nodded, wiping tears away. “Y-yeah! He’s gonna hurt you, dad! He’ll only hurt you like mom did!”
Madara frowned and sat down in front of his boys, taking each of them into his arms and hugging them tightly. He rocked them back and forth slowly for a few moments, trying to clear his mind so that he could talk to his children about what was happening.
“Hashirama won’t hurt me, boys,” Madara said, trying to reassure them -- as well as himself. “And he won’t hurt you guys, either.”
“H-how do you know?!” Obito sobbed, unable to believe his father’s words.
“… Well, Hashirama was very kind to me today when I first met him… He… boys, he actually showed a true interest in me! And in you two! When I got upset Hashirama took me out to his car so I could have privacy and paid for both my own and his food shopping with his own money! Do you know how many people have been so kind to me! No one! Only my brother! And he’s dead!”
Madara couldn’t stop his voice from rising in his distressed state and, as it did, it cracked from the duress of emotions and tears slid down Madara’s face.
“Do you know how many partners I’ve had before your mother, boys?! Too many! And they’ve all used me for my body or my money or whatever else they could get from me! And then they would leave me! Abandon me! Even my own family kicked me out! Disowned me! And then I met your mother and I thought that things would be different -- but they got worse! But Hashirama makes me feel good and I feel safe with him! If I trust him than you should too! Please trust in my choices! I’ve made so many mistakes in my life but now I'm beginning to learn from them!”
The boys sobbed loudly into Madara’s stomach as their father started to cry himself. Madara hadn’t meant to raise his voice at them but he was upset about a lot of things – and the twins’ immediate dislike of the chocolate-haired man really hurt him.
Madara really liked Hashirama. He had a crush on him. No, it was more of a crush -- it felt like the real deal. Like Hashirama was someone Madara wanted to spend his life with. The fact that the boys didn't like Hashirama had upset him and he had forgotten why they didn't like him.
“I'm sorry, boys…” Madara whispered, leaning down to kiss his children on their heads. “It’s just… I really, really like Hashirama… maybe more than I should seeing as I have only just met him, but… I feel like Hashirama is someone we can all trust and count on. I feel like he’ll be there for even you guys. He has a younger brother so he’ll be used to kids and such... Just… please give him a chance? For me? I'm so lonely in life, boys… I just want someone to love me in a way that you two won’t understand… Please don't take my happiness away from me…”
Tobi and Obito looked at each other as their father burst into hysterics. They hugged Madara tightly, trying to comfort him, but nothing they did seemed to work – if anything, it only made Madara cry harder.
“D-daddy, please stop crying!” Tobi whimpered, yanking on Madara’s long hair tightly in an attempt to get his father to look down at them.
“Yeah! Dad, we’re sorry! We didn't mean to make you sad! Please forgive us!”
A soft knock on the twins’ bedroom wall startled the boys as they had almost forgotten that there was still someone else in their house. They looked at Hashirama, fear in their eyes, but Hashirama looked so gentle and caring that the boys had felt at ease just by looking into the Senju’s eyes.
“Is your dad okay?” Hashirama asked, such kindness in his voice. “I could hear him from the living room.”
Tobi and Obito shook their heads as they wiped at their tears. “Daddy won’t stop crying again!”
Hashirama’s eyes dimmed in sadness and he took a small step into the room, careful not to spook the two children worse than they already were.
“Will it be okay if I talk to Madara?” Hashirama asked, intending completely to leave the room if the twins said no.
The boys looked at each other before nodding to Hashirama and scampering from the room, not wanting to be around the Senju just yet. Though they didn’t want to leave their dad alone, they felt that they could trust the long-haired Senju with him.
Hashirama approached Madara slowly, standing behind Madara as the poor man on the ground cried and cried. Hashirama knelt down and slowly wrapped his arms around Madara, pulling him close to his body, rocking him side-to-side gently.
“H-hashi…” Madara moaned through his tears, leaning back against the strong chest behind him as he nestled in as close as he could manage.
“Shh…” Hashirama soothed, stroking a hand across Madara’s cheek, rubbing gently. “That’s right, Madara-kun. I'm here. Shh…”
Madara sobbed violently before twisting around in Hashirama’s hold and hugging him tightly. He buried his face in Hashirama’s chest and cried harder than he had ever cried before.
Hashirama only tightened his hold on Madara, whispering soothing words to the Uchiha. The rocking didn’t cease, and the Senju begun humming gentle tunes to his depressed friend.
Tobi and Obito could only watch as the strange man held their father for so long Madara eventually cried himself to sleep in the Senju’s arms.
Hashirama gently picked Madara up, and the twins watched the Senju take their father into his room. He laid him down in the bed and stroked his head lovingly, sitting beside the Uchiha for a very long time, just whispering sweet words to the sleeping male.
--LINEBREAK--
Madara woke up hours later. He sighed and stretched, not wanting to face the rest of the day. Rolling over onto his side to look at the time on his alarm clock, he tensed as he saw a sleeping Senju lying on the other side of his bed. Though his back was facing Madara and he was sleeping on top of the covers, his presence still frightened Madara, bringing up unwanted memories.
But once Madara realised that Hashirama was harmless, he sighed and relaxed, snuggling in close to Hashirama’s back, closing his eyes once more, being lulled into a sleep by the Senju’s comforting existence.
“Someone’s affectionate…”
Madara tensed once more and looked up, seeing Hashirama roll onto his side to face him, a soft smile on the Senju’s face.
“Are you always like this when you wake up?”
Madara blushed and buried his head in Hashirama’s shoulder, remaining silent as the older Senju ran his hands over Madara’s body – on top of his clothes and avoiding intimate places.
“And shy, of course.” Hashirama added on as he felt Madara’s nervous breaths slowing down into calm, relaxed ones as Hashirama’s hands worked wonders on the smaller Uchiha.
“…What time is it?” Madara mumbled, trying to change the subject.
  “Well, it’s past dinner time, of course,” Hashirama said gently, moving his hand up to stroke Madara’s hair next.
Madara shot up with a gasp, his eyes wide with horror. “Dinner! But – the boys--”
“Relax, Madara-kun.” Hashirama pulled Madara back down into a hug. “I took care of them. They’re sleeping right now.”
“Really?! How?!” Madara was astonished; how could Hashirama – someone the boys didn’t even know – have taken care of his kids?
Hashirama smiled. “Easy. Once they saw me looking after you when you were so upset they asked if I loved you and I said yes. After that they smiled and seemed much more at ease around me, though I still couldn’t touch them.”
Madara smiled, relaxing once more and snuggling in close. “My boys don't trust anyone but me… and now, you. That’s amazing. Their therapy must be helping.”
Hashirama smiled and ran a gentle thumb across Madara’s cheek. “Either that or it’s because you’re such a loving father. I heard you with the boys when we first came to your house. You were saying you were lonely in your life? Please, Madara-kun. Please allow me into your life.”
Madara blushed darkly and looked away quite embarrassed and worried about how the Senju was going to react. “You heard that? Everything?”
Hashirama nodded, smiling. “Yes. I know that I don’t know your sexual orientation just yet, but I would like to be your partner and I promise you that I won’t abandon you or use you for anything like those other people you’ve dated.”
Madara felt so happy at those words he couldn’t stop tears from leaking at the corner of his eyes. He hugged Hashirama tightly, hoping that this was no dream – it was too good to be true.
“Yes!” Madara cried excitedly, not sure what he should be saying just yet but deciding to follow what he felt in his heart. “Oh, Hashirama! I love you!”
Hashirama chuckled, tightening his hold around the smaller man. “You’ve only just met me and yet, you love me?” he teased slightly, his voice laced with affection.
Madara blushed and ducked his head, hiding his red face from view. “S-shut up!”
Hashirama laughed and kissed Madara on the cheek. “I promise I won’t ever abandon you or the boys, no matter what, Madara-kun. I won’t ever do anything to bring harm to you or your two beautiful children. We’ll even go at your pace and I promise I’ll always wait for you -- no matter what.”
Madara smiled and kissed Hashirama back, but even though he had heard those words and trusted Hashirama, he was still frightened about whether or not Hashirama would ever go back on those words. For now, though, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind and rested his head on Hashirama’s chest, breathing slowly as he took in everything that had just happened.
Was Hashirama his true love? He hoped so -- Madara had never felt like he did with Hashirama around anyone else.
--LINEBREAK--
“Tobi!” Obito squeaked the next morning, shaking his sleeping brother. “Tobi! Wake up! Dad is hurt! He’s moaning!”
Tobi blinked a few times before registering those words and shot out of bed with Obito following. The two run to Madara’s room and without knocking pushed the door open, expecting to see Hashirama in there hurting Madara.
The twins looked around quickly. Hashirama wasn’t in the room, but Madara surely was, and he didn't look happy. He had his pants and underwear off his body and had thrown them somewhere else, lying on the covers with his hand on his member. His member looked different to the twins’ own, they had noted.
“Damnit, kids, get out of here!” Madara snapped angrily. He threw his head back with an unintentional moan as pleasure shot out of nowhere and made his body quiver. “Oh! Hashirama!”
Obito and Tobi were confused by what was happening but the tone in Madara’s voice had been serious -- Madara wasn’t happy with their intrusion at all. The twins ran from the room and into the living room, looking back to make sure that their father wasn’t following them to scold them or anything.
Back in the bedroom, Madara returned to his laying position on his bed. Now that he wasn’t about to be interrupted he continued stroking himself to completion.
With a loud cry of ‘Hashirama’, Madara sprayed his seed everywhere. He panted, exhausted, and looked down at his dirtied hand. Madara hadn’t had sex or even touched himself in so long he had almost forgotten what the feeling felt like.
This was another thing about Hashirama -- he made Madara want to strip his boundaries away and just be as happy as possible with Hashirama. Madara wanted him to make love to him and Madara wanted to be able to make the older man happy.
Hashirama wasn’t Madara’s first boyfriend, no -- but Hashirama was the first boyfriend who hadn’t made Madara feel scared in a sexual way. His first boyfriend had forced Madara to give him pleasure whether it be with his hands or mouth, or would even force Madara into sex (with Madara on the receiving side, of course). He was only one of the many men who had done this to the Uchiha, and because of this, Madara was rather shaky around other males, finding it hard to trust them.
But with Hashirama it was different! Madara was even masturbating again now because of him! He just felt so safe it was surreal!
Once the pleasure had died down Madara sat back up to have a quick shower.
“I hope Hashirama can do the same with my boys as he’s done for me already.” He whispered softly as he opened the door to the bathroom that adjoined his bedroom.
Madara, of course, didn't mean sexually, but rather in the terms of feeling so safe and welcomed, and just generally being happy around him. He could tell already that Hashirama was a good person and this only made Madara love the Senju more.
Madara knew that the Senju would never leave him or the boys and would always be there for all of them. He knew that he could trust Hashirama completely and be himself around him. He knew that his boys would eventually come to love and trust the older man, too.
All of these facts only made Madara look forward to the time he would have with Hashirama even more.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Save Us, Daddy