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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
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  One week later…
“Mmm…” Madara moaned as he lay underneath Hashirama. The older male was sucking on his sensitive neck while running his hands along the Uchiha’s naked sides. “H-hashi…”
“Shh…” Hashirama soothed, lifting his head up to kiss Madara on the lips. “It’s okay, Madara-chan… I can wait longer…”
“Mmm… It’s not that… H-hashirama… I’m s-scared… But I don't know why…”
“Don’t be scared, love. I won’t hurt you.”
Madara groaned and pulled away as Hashirama trailed a hand along his sensitive organ. The Senju looked up and frowned at the fright on his face.
“Madara-chan, if you’re still not ready, I can wait longer, okay?” Hashirama offered. “I’ve waited for you for a year – I can wait longer.”
Madara shook his head, closing his eyes. He didn’t want to look at the Senju while he said what he was about to say. “Hashi… I need this… I need to know that you’re not like the others… Please…”
Hashirama smiled and kissed Madara before pushing the younger male back down onto the bed and placing three fingers in the Uchiha’s mouth. Just as the smaller male coated the digits and Hashirama placed them at the black-haired male’s entrance, Madara’s phone rang, ruining the moment.
“Fuck…” Madara moaned, upset by the interruption. “Hashi… I’m sorry…”
“No, don’t be sorry, my love – it’s not your fault.” Hashirama let Madara up to grab the phone from the bedside table.
“Hello?” Madara had tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible, but it was so hard with his throbbing hard-on and his naked lover sitting beside him.
Hashirama stood up to leave the room and give Madara some privacy. As soon as the door had been opened, Madara couldn’t help but laugh as he heard Tobirama shout from the living room that whoever had emerged from the bedroom had better have clothes on this time.
Yes, it wasn’t the first time that Madara and Hashirama had tried to make love. They had attempted to, many times, but Madara was just so shy and traumatised that it was hard for him to allow such intimacy.
Madara frowned as the person on the other end of the line began talking. It was the kids’ school. Again. Informing him that they were upset. Again.
“I’ll be there soon…” Madara sighed and hung up, used to this daily occurrence.
-XX-
“Your kids aren’t ready for school.” The school principal –Matsuo – rudely informed Madara and Hashirama. “Frankly, I’m sick of having to call you in every day because of them.”
“You don’t have a right to decide that for them.” Madara sighed. He looked back out of the office window and at his kids. They were sitting outside of the room, sobbing. “They would be fine if you would do something about their bullying problem!”
“Sir, I’m sorry that they get bullied, but there’s not much that I can do about that.”
“Bullshit!” Madara shouted, getting to his feet.
“Madara-chan, calm down.” Hashirama grabbed Madara’s hand and squeezed, trying to calm the younger male.
“Hashi…” Madara turned and looked down at the Senju with such a pained expression. A large frown was crossing his face and his eyes were half-lidded, dimmed in what Hashirama could tell was depression.
“Shh…” Hashirama pulled Madara in close to him, hugging him. “Just calm down, okay?”
“They need to toughen up.” Matsuo continued on. “Right now, they are little cry-babies who won’t even let their teacher near them!”
“Don’t you talk about them in that way!” Madara snapped. “They’re not your kids and you don’t know what they’ve gone through! You know nothing about them!”
Matsuo slammed his hands on the desk and stood up, glaring at Madara. ‘You do not raise your voice at me! I can suspend your kids right now if I want to!”
“Don’t yell at him!” Hashirama stood up next, shouting back at the principal.
Madara flinched. He had never heard Hashirama raise his voice at anyone before – and the Senju was scary when he did.
Madara wasn’t the only one who had flinched – Matsuo did, too.
Matsuo sat back down in his chair and rested his chin on his fingers, studying the two before him.
‘Take your kids home for today.” Matsuo stated calmly, trying not to invoke another shout from the Senju. “They can stay home for as long as they need until they can deal with being apart from you.”
“You should allow Madara to sit in the classes with his kids.” Hashirama explained in a soft tone. “At least until they get used to school.”
The principal considered this for a moment before speaking. “Got a criminal record?”
Madara grit his teeth but shook his head, trying to remain calm. “No. Wrongly accused. Case was closed.”
Matsuo raised an eyebrow at this. “…Not a pedophile?”
Madara gasped and growled, getting back on his feet. Hashirama had to hold Madara back – the young Uchiha had been hurt badly by these words.
“Don't you ever call me that again!” Madara hissed. “I’m not a pedo and I would never harm a child in any way!”
The principal sneered, about to say something else, but the furious look on Hashirama’s face had stopped him.
“F-fine, then…” Matsuo stuttered, backing down. “…We’ll do a background check and once the kids can return to school, we’ll inform you…”
Madara nodded and stood up, leaving the room in an angry mood. Hashirama glared at the man before following his younger lover out of the office.
“Come on, boys.” Madara said in a quiet voice, picking up Tobi and leaving Obito for Hashirama. “You can stay home for a few more days, okay?”
The twins nodded and allowed themselves to be carried out to the car.
Madara got into the driver’s seat and started the car. He was fuming. How dare someone insult him like that?! He wasn’t a sick man like so many others out there! He would never molest a child!
Hashirama, however, could sense doubt forming in Madara. He wasn’t surprised when Madara asked the boys a sensitive question.
“Kids…” Madara whispered. “…Have I… Have I ever touched you in a way that… made you feel scared or uncomfortable…?”
“Nope!” Both kids smiled brightly. “Never, daddy!”
Hashirama smiled at the happy grin that was forming on Madara’s face. He could sense the doubt fading already. It seemed that all that Madara needed was reassurance from his own children.
-XX-
Days had passed and things were about to change in the twins’ lives.
“Tobi, someone is moving in next door!” Obito dragged Tobi to the window as they watched their new neighbours’ moving van pull into the driveway.
“Obito, what if they’re meanies?” Tobi whimpered, hiding his face in Obito’s chest.
Obito seemed too fascinated to notice the worry in Tobi’s voice. Instead of comforting his twin, he pointed out of the window with a gleeful cry when a small figure emerged from the car in the driveway.
“They have a kid!” Obito cried in excitement.
Tobi only whimpered more and run from the living room to find one of the adults in his household.
Obito didn’t even notice. Instead, he run to the front door and tried to unlock it to go outside. Just as he pushed the door open and was about to run next door, strong arms grabbed him and picked him up.
“No, no, kiddo.” Tobirama chuckled, kicking the front door closed again. “It’s storming outside – you can’t go out now. Especially without one of us supervising you.”
  “B-but there’s a new family next door and they have a kid!” Obito protested. “I wanna go and see him!”
Tobirama raised an eyebrow at Obito’s words. “You want to talk to the kid?”
“Yes!”
Tobirama smiled slowly as the words registered in his mind. It was great that Obito wanted to go up to someone – especially a child that he didn’t know. “We’ll talk to your father first, okay?”
Obito smiled and hugged Tobirama. “Okay!”
Tobirama smiled and took Obito’s hand, leading him to the kitchen. They weren’t expecting to find Madara sitting down at the table with Hashirama standing above him, making out.
Tobirama grimaced. “Guys, this is a kitchen! Go fuck in your room! We have food here!”
Madara pulled away harshly with a blush, burying his face in Hashirama’s chest. “…”
“Come on, Tobi.” Hashirama frowned, hugging his lover close to him. “Be nice to Madara. This is a big step for him. It’s the first time we’ve kissed outside of our room.”
“Keep it out of the kitchen!” Tobirama snapped. “Make it a habit of kissing in the kitchen and there’ll be cum everywhere next!”
Madara lifted his head with a hiss, glaring at Tobirama. “Keep your vulgar mouth clean in front of my boys!”
  Tobirama face-palmed as he remembered that he had Obito with him. “Obito, I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to speak so badly in front of you.”
Obito shrugged and went from Tobirama to his father. “Dad, why were you and Hashirama trying to swallow each other’s face?”
Madara blushed once more and the two Senju laughed. The twins’ innocence was refreshing.
“U-um, you see, Obito…” Madara stuttered, extremely uncomfortable. “…W-when two adults l-like each other v-very much, they, umm… k-kiss to show the other h-how much t-they love each other…”
“You and mommy never kissed, dad.” Obito pointed out. “Did you hate each other?”
Madara frowned and nodded. He looked down at the ground sadly. “…Sort of… I loved her, but she hated me…”
“Do you and Tobirama hate each other? You guys never kiss.”
Tobirama gagged at the mere thought of locking lips with the Uchiha. Madara coughed in embarrassment.
“N-no, Obito… You see, Tobirama and I are friends but, even though we fight a lot, we care about each other, but not enough to kiss. Hashirama and I love each other in a special way so we kiss because of that special way.”
“Like Tobi and me, dad?” Obito just couldn’t drop the subject.
“E-er no… Tobi and you are never allowed to kiss like Hashi and I do, okay? It’s only… for people like Hashirama and I…”
Obito tilted his head. “I don't understand…”
“One day you and Tobi will be old enough to know the facts of life and then you’ll understand, Obito.” Hashirama said gently as he placed a hand on Madara’s shoulder.
Madara nodded. “That’s right…”
Obito smiled and looked up at his dad, excited about telling him that there was another kid next door. “Dad, there’s a family moving in next door and they have a kid! I want to go and say hello!”
Madara frowned. He didn’t want Obito going over to a complete stranger’s home just because they had a kid themselves. Who knows what happens in that house…
‘That sounds wonderful, Obito.” Hashirama smiled, seemingly not thinking along the same lines as Madara. “What made you want to go over there?”
“I looked out of the window to see the people and I saw the boy and I got a funny feeling in my stomach!” Obito exclaimed happily. “Please let me see the boy!”
Madara and Hashirama looked at each other. Funny feeling…?
“Can you talk to him?” Madara whispered into Hashirama’s ear. “I’ll go next door and check things out.”
Hashirama nodded and took Obito out into another room while Madara left the house. Despite the storm raging, Madara walked slowly to the house next-door – he didn’t like the idea of going over alone without Hashirama but if his son wanted to say hello, he desired to be sure that the family was a sage one before either of his kids got anywhere near this house.
Madara knocked on the door. He saw the two movers sitting in the truck, probably waiting for the storm to pass. The door opened moments later and Madara came face-to-face with an older man with spiky silver-white hair and a kind smile.
“Hello.” The man greeted. “May I help you?”
Inside, Madara was a nervous wreck but he wanted to do this for his kids. Maybe this boy could be their fried.
“Hi…” Madara struggled to keep his voice normal. He looked down at the ground, beginning to shake. “I-I’m Uchiha Madara and I live n-next door…”
‘You don’t have to be scared of me.” The man said, smiling. “I’m Hatake Sakumo. My son and I have just moved here. My wife recently passed away and I wanted a new beginning for my son.”
“O-oh, I’m sorry to hear that…” Madara was sincere.
“That’s okay. You must be here to welcome me into the neighbourhood?”
Madara nodded. “M-my son saw you moving in and he wanted to c-come and say hello to your boy… I thought that I would just come and s-see you first.”
Sakumo smiled. “I understand. I would do the same. You’re welcome to bring your child over. I’m sure that Kakashi would enjoy that.”
Madara smiled and nodded. “I have twins, so could I bring them both over later when you’re all settled? I’m sure that they wouldn’t mind helping to unpack if you would like.”
“That’s fine, Madara.” Sakumo grinned, pleased by the idea of help.
Madara smiled genuinely at the male. “Obito seems to really want to do this, but Tobi might be a little anxious. You would understand if I have to bring Tobi back home?”
“Of course. You’re welcome over anytime.”
Madara smiled. “Thank you very much. I hope that we could be friends.”
“I’m sure that we will be.”
Madara knew that Sakumo meant those words from the bottom of his heart – he could just tell.
-XX-
“Hashirama, have you seen my phone?” Madara shook his lover awake the next morning. “I can’t find it.”
“Mmm… Madara-chan…?” Hashirama awoke slowly. “No, baby, I haven’t… Sorry…”
Madara frowned. “I have to get to work and I can’t find my phone…”
“Take mine for today, baby, okay?” Hashirama had already closed his eyes, trying to get back to sleep.
“But you’re working today, too!”
“You take it so you can check up on the kids, okay?”
Madara wanted to say more but closed his mouth – Hashirama had brought up a good point. “…Okay, Hashi. I love you.”
“I love you, too, ‘dara. Goodbye kiss?”
Madara chuckled and climbed back onto the bed to kiss Hashirama, opening his mouth for the Senju to invade him. They broke apart after a few seconds and, after a tight hug, Madara left to kiss the boys goodbye. The twins were still sound asleep, so Madara tucked them in and kissed their foreheads before closing their door again and exciting the house.
As Madara started his car up, he failed to notice the faint figure of a person standing in the bushes by their house, shrouded by the darkness of the early morning. In their hands was Madara’s phone – which contained not only phone-numbers and personal messages to Hashirama, but a calendar that was marked with the Uchiha’s daily routine.
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