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It Feels Right to be Wrong	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-It Feels Right to be Wrong
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It had been a few months since Tobirama had kissed his brother for the second time. Hashirama was still depressed about breaking up with Madara, and what had made things worse was that the older Senju still couldn’t forget how his brother had professed his ‘love’ for him.
Hashirama had never once thought of his otouto in such a way.
Tobirama had been constantly trying everything he could to get the older Senju to ‘love’ him back and it was beginning to really frighten Hashirama.
Hashirama was afraid that one day soon, Tobirama may force him to lay with the younger.
So in order to keep that from happening, Hashirama hadn’t been leaving his room unless absolutely necessary. He had even begun to lock the bedroom door.
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The older Senju lay on his bed, reading a book quietly when a text came through on his phone. Hashirama picked it up, looking at the name of the sender, and his heart soared to see Madara’s name on the phone. He hurriedly opened the message, feeling his eyes brim with tears of hope and fear -- he hoped that Madara was saying that he was going to come back to him, but he was terrified that the message could also say that Madara was completely done with him or anything of the sort.
But, to Hashirama’s relief, the message contained nothing nasty – yet.
I’ll be there, soon. The message read.
“...” Hashirama’s hope grew some more at these words, but there was a thought in Hashirama’s mind that just wouldn’t let him rest – could Madara have sent that text to the wrong person? Was it even meant for the Senju at all? Oh, the thoughts…
You did mean to send that to me, right? Hashirama texted back. His fingers shook as he hit the keys, absolutely terrified of rejection.
Only a few minutes later, the reply came through. Stupid idiot… Of course it was meant for you.
Hashirama felt tears prick at his eyes; his ex was coming to see him…? Had Hashirama died and gone to hell? This seemed like the kind of cheap trick that could be used there to torture people…
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Tobirama sat in the living room at the computer, facebooking some of his friends. He didn't take much notice of the knock at the front door until Hashirama came sprinting from his room to answer it. Tobirama blinked at this action; who was of such importance that Hashirama would run to the door just to greet them? When he saw the familiar head of black hair, he snarled. Of course…
“What is he doing here?” Tobirama spat, logging off of the computer and coming to stand by his brother’s side. “I swear, Uchiha -- if you’re here to hurt Hashirama, I’ll kill you!”
Madara ignored Tobirama’s death-threat and instead handed his jacket to the older Senju, a hint to hang it up for him. Hashirama took the clothing like an obedient servant, hanging it up carefully on the coat rack like it was some item to be worshipped. He then followed the Uchiha without question as Madara walked into the house without invitation.
“What can I do for you, Madara?” Hashirama asked. He was incredibly eager to please. “Could I get you some tea? Some biscuits, perhaps?”
Madara rolled his eyes before speaking. “No. I’m quite alright -- Izuna prepared me a big meal before I left.”
Tobirama blanched at the younger Uchiha’s name. Tobirama did get along well with the Devil’s reincarnation’s brother, but he hated how Madara treated Izuna -- Madara seemed to be cruel to everyone he meets, whether or not they are family.
“Nii-san?” Tobirama asked, glaring at Madara with hatred in his eyes. “May I remind you that this is the same person who broke your heart? Inviting him back into your life like this –“
“Would you mind your own business, Senju-mutt?” Madara growled. “This is between me and the bitch.”
Tobirama’s eyes flared at Madara’s words. It hurt him to see that Hashirama did not even blink at the title -- the older Senju was used to being called such things that he had come to accept them as his nicknames.
“Call my brother that again, and I’ll --!” Tobirama was cut off by Hashirama.
“It’s alright, otouto.” Hashirama said quietly. “It’s fine. I don't mind him calling me such things. But, Madara… Please do not call my otouto such names -- I really do not appreciate it.”
Madara rolled his eyes again before shrugging. “Whatever, whore. I’m taking you back, Senju. No one else gives as good a fuck as you do.”
Hashirama’s eyes watered with tears of joy at this – almost as if he completely disregarded the last comment -- and he jumped off of his seat to hug the Uchiha tightly.
Tobirama felt his hatred go up a notch, but he had thought that it was impossible for him to hate Madara more than he already did.
“Nii-san—“ Once again, Tobirama was cut off.
“Tobirama, please leave us.” Hashirama said quietly before kissing Madara passionately on the lips. “We need to make up.”
Tobirama snarled and left the room, knowing that the two were only going to screw around for a while – and after that, Madara would probably leave once again.
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Hashirama and Madara had been back together again for a few weeks now. Tobirama’s hatred grew more and more for Madara each day. The bruises and cuts that had marred Hashirama’s beautiful skin had begun to heal once Madara left, only to be replaced by newer, fresher marks -- courtesy of Madara.
Tobirama didn't miss the way Madara would still abuse Hashirama both emotionally and mentally on top of physically. Tobirama honestly had no idea why Hashirama still stayed, or what he had even seen in the Uchiha in the first place.
Now that Madara was out of the house, Tobirama seized his chance to talk to his brother.
“Nii-san?” Tobirama said softly as he walked into the living room, finding Hashirama curled up on the couch. “You have to leave him. You were better off alone, aniki.”
“Tobi, I love Madara.” Hashirama smiled, and Tobirama’s heart sunk as he saw the brand-new black eye – it hadn’t been there just a few hours ago.
“Nii-san, look at what he does to you! Can you honestly say that Madara loves you back! He abuses you in every way possible, and you always come crawling back to him, begging for forgiveness! All he wants you for is for the sex!”
“No, he doesn't…” Hashirama said softly. “…Madara loves me… He tells me that each night before bed.”
“Nii-san, you need to listen to me; Madara does nothing but hurt you. You deserve someone so much better, aniki.”
“I love Madara…” Hashirama said softly, frowning. “There’s no one else in the world that I want. I just want Madara.”
Tobirama was beyond furious. The devil-spawn was brainwashing his brother! The next thing that Hashirama would say would be that he deserves everything Madara does to h – oh, speak of the devil…
“Madara is only punishing me for the things I’ve done wrong,” Hashirama explained tenderly. “I deserve his beatings, and his cruel words… Because I did wrong, Tobi…”
That was just too much for Tobirama. He had to get the fuck out of there. Grabbing his keys, Tobirama ran from the house, getting into his car, and taking off into town to try and escape the abusive household that he was stuck in.
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It wasn’t until Tobirama returned home that night did he realise just how bad things truly were between his older brother and the Uchiha.
Tobirama walked into the house. He went straight to his room, hearing Hashirama and Madara in their own room beside his. He grabbed his iPod and put the headphones into his ears, turning his music up loud enough to drown out the other occupants of the house. He didn't want to hear that evil creature anymore.
Over in the bedroom with Madara and Hashirama, the older Senju was in tears as he tried to defend himself against Madara.
Madara had insisted on sex tonight. Even though Hashirama didn't want it, Madara wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. Instead, he grabbed Hashirama, forcing his clothes off of the older Senju, and throwing a powerful punch into Hashirama’s cheek, desperate to make the Senju obey by any means necessary.
Hashirama cried out, grabbing his cheek, whimpering as he shied away from the Uchiha. “P-please…” Hashirama begged quietly. “…No…”
“If you won’t fuck me,” Madara snarled, forcing the older Senju to lay down on his back, “then I’ll fuck you.”
“Madara, please…” Hashirama begged, crying harder. “D-don't do this…”
“Too late.” Madara smirked as he released his hardened self from his pants and forced his member into Hashirama’s unprepared virgin entrance. The Senju could hardly even remember when his clothes had been ripped off of him.
Hashirama screamed in agony, begging Madara to stop, but the Uchiha wouldn’t even allow Hashirama time to adjust -- he just thrust in and out at a hard pace, tearing Hashirama to bits and causing a huge pool of blood to form around them on the mattress.
Back in Tobirama’s bedroom, said Senju frowned as he thought he had heard someone scream. He pulled his headphones out of his ears, listening closely in case it sounded again. He heard Hashirama’s bed begin to creak loudly and slam against the wall, and that was when Tobirama heard it again -- that terrible scream.
Tobirama threw his iPod onto the ground and charged into his brother’s bedroom, finding the Uchiha fucking Hashirama mercilessly. Tobirama saw red and ran at Madara, pulling him away from his brother and landing a powerful kick into the Uchiha’s stomach.
Tobirama didn't stop there -- he couldn’t stop, even amidst his brother’s screams and cries for Tobirama to stop hurting Madara. He had to beat the Uchiha -- to show the Uchiha what his brother felt because of Madara.
Tobirama beat Madara into oblivion before he hurried to his brother’s side. He hugged Hashirama tightly, stroking his hair. Hashirama cried hysterically into the younger male.
“Come on, nii-san…” Tobirama said gently. He tenderly picked his brother up, carrying him into the bathroom. “…It’s going to be okay, now… I’m going to the police…”
Tobirama sat his brother down on the toilet seat before pulling away and running the tap waters for a nice, warm bath. When the bath was full, he carefully lifted his brother into the bath, bathing him ever-so-gently.
Tobirama’s heart was broken at the way Hashirama was clinging desperately to his arm, crying -- Madara must have really hurt him more than ever tonight.
Once the bath was over and Hashirama was clean again, Tobirama picked him up once more. He carried him into Tobirama’s room, laying Hashirama down in his own bed and pulled the covers over him.
Tobirama grabbed his phone and rang the police, explaining the situation. As he turned to leave the room to make sure Madara was still where he was left, Tobirama was stopped as Hashirama’s hand grabbed his own. He turned and looked into his brother’s scared gaze.
“Please…” Hashirama whispered, quivering. “…Stay with me, Tobi… Please?”
Tobi frowned before nodding. “Okay, nii-san…”
Tobirama pulled his shirt off before climbing into the bed with his brother. He felt the way that Hashirama snuggled in desperately close to him. He reached out and grabbed Hashirama’s hand, squeezing it gently.
“I’m here for you, nii-san…” Tobirama said softly, closing his eyes. “…Forever and always…”
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