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Why Can't You See Me?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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-Why Can't You See Me?
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 6
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- 8
  A/N There is a tiny lemon in this chapter between Madara and Hashirama.
On Izuna’s way down to the living room, he had passed by the bathroom, and all that Izuna could think was that he was glad that he wasn’t the only one who cried hysterically because of memories.
Madara had entered the bathroom with Hashirama, and now -- as far as Izuna could tell -- they were cuddling on the bed together, talking.
While Izuna himself wanted comfort, he knew that Hashirama needed it more than Izuna did right now. He knew that Hashirama rarely cried, and he also knew that seeing Tobirama like that had been what did this to the older Senju.
“I hope that Hashirama-san feels better soon…” Izuna mumbled to himself. “He must carry around a lot of pain… I wonder if Tobi knows that his brother is hurting…”
Izuna sighed, wiping at his wet eyes. He lay down on the couch, trusting that Madara knew how to take care of Hashirama.
-XX-
When Izuna awoke a few hours later, he gasped when he saw that it was lunchtime. What about school?!
“Nii-san!” Izuna cried, getting up and running around the house in search of his brother. “Aniki, I’m late for school!”
Izuna ran up to Hashirama’s bedroom, forgetting completely about what he and Madara could be doing together. He pushed the door open, not bothering to knock.
“Aniki, I –!”
Izuna’s eyes widened as he watched the two lovers make good use of the bed. He wasn’t sure if they were really fucking or not, though. They couldn’t be -- Hashirama was moving so slow and gently inside of Madara, that just couldn’t be fucking! So what was it…? Only adding to Izuna’s confusion, there were no cries of pain – not even one sign of discomfort, and the only noises were soft moans and wet kisses.
Madara’s left hand was entangled in the Senju’s hair while his right hand was pumping himself slowly in time with Hashirama’s gentle movements.
Hashirama’s hand was resting on Madara’s chest, and Izuna watched as his brother moved his left hand down to join the older man’s free hand.
“I love you.” Madara whispered, placing his fingers in the spaces between his lover’s.
“I love you, too.” Hashirama whispered, kissing Madara. “Together, now.”
Madara nodded and released everywhere with a small whimper while the Senju came silently inside of him.
Izuna didn't miss the love-filled gazes the two shared. After another kiss, Hashirama pulled out of his Uchiha and lay beside Madara, the Uchiha resting his head on the Senju’s chest, holding hands.
“I love you.” Madara whispered again, closing his eyes as Hashirama traced small nothings on his sweaty chest.
“I love – Izuna!” Hashirama’s eyes widened when he saw that Izuna was at the door watching them.
Madara opened his eyes, frowning at Hashirama, confused -- did Hashirama just confess to loving Izuna…? Following Hashirama’s gaze, he eventually saw his brother at the door.
“Baby brother.” Madara said gently, beckoning Izuna into the room and covering both Hashirama and him over with the blanket. “Come here.”
Izuna nodded, tears in his eyes. He hurried to his brother’s side, snuggling in closer to the sweat-slicked skin.
“What’s bothering you, Izu?” Madara said gently, moving hair out of Izuna’s eyes.
“…Was that really fucking…?” Izuna whispered, leaning into his brother’s embrace.
Hashirama and Madara smiled at each other before turning their attention back to the tiny Uchiha.
“No,” Madara said softly. “Not at all. That’s called making love, Izu.”
Izuna’s eyes widened. “M-making love…?” He stuttered -- how could sex be making love? “…What’s making love?”
Hashirama smiled sadly, reaching over Madara to pull Izuna onto his blanket-clad lap. He petted Izuna’s hair lovingly.
“Izu-kun,” the Senju said in a sad tone, “did you take sex ed in school?”
Izuna shook his head. “Nii-san likes to protect me from that stuff so he can teach me himself.”
Hashirama shook his head. “Madara-chan, it’s best for a professional to teach him. He doesn’t even know what making love is…”
“But Izuna is not ready.” Madara weakly protested, pulling his brother back to his own body so he could hug him tightly.
Izuna felt like a rag doll, being pulled between the two older males all the time.
“Well, he’s not crying and panicking.” Hashirama gently pointed out. “Maybe when he was younger, anything sexual upset him, but he’s older now, Madara-chan. Did you ever stop to think that maybe it was the general roughness and forcefulness of sex that was upsetting him? He watched us making love with only teary eyes – and I suspect that that was from the shock and confusion he felt.”
“But…” Madara looked over at his brother and sighed. “Fine. Tell me if you need me to stop talking, Izu.”
Izuna nodded, smiling up at Hashirama when the Senju pulled Izuna back onto his lap, holding him close to his chest. Izuna lay back against the Senju, quite comfortable and feeling babied – except that he loved getting babied.
“Making love…” Madara began carefully, smiling as he thought of how loving and gentle Hashirama always was to him. “…It really does show the love between the two participants.”
“Hashirama-san looked so gentle and caring with you.” Izuna smiled.
“He always is.” Madara smiled back, encouraged by Izuna’s cooperative words. “We’ve never ‘fucked’, otouto. Not once.”
“That’s because I love your brother.” Hashirama smiled. “I love all of him -- not just his body. I believe that ‘fucking’, as you so often term it, Izu-kun, only shows a lust for the other person, not love. I love your brother too much to ever want to make him doubt my love.”
Izuna smiled. “How old were you two when you lost your virginity?”
Hashirama’s sweet smile dropped at these words and he looked away, down at the ground. Madara shook his head at Izuna, a silent warning to be careful about what he says.
  Izuna gasped and remembered their conversation earlier that morning -- how could he have forgotten something so important like that?
“Hashirama-san, I –“ Izuna tried to apologise but Madara cut him off.
“What Izuna meant was how old were we when we first made love together.” Madara said softly, smiling, placing his hands on Hashirama’s shoulders. “He knows that we are each other’s firsts, so he’s only curious.”
“Oh…” Hashirama looked up slowly. “…Well, it was my eighteenth birthday and Madara was fifteen…”
“You mean I kept my… Madara gave his innocence away willingly when he was younger than I am now?”
“Well, you’re only sixteen, Izuna.” Madara beamed. “You still haven’t engaged in any willing sexual activities. So I’d say yes.”
“Well, I like to think that I am a good boy.” Izuna smiled.
The older males laughed. “Cute.”
“Hey, Tobi was my age when he gave his virginity away, right?” Izuna asked curiously.
Hashirama frowned again. “…” He bit his lip but decided on nodding, forcing out a fake smile.
Madara was sighing, upset with Izuna’s careless questions, but he didn’t say anything about it – instead, he tried to change the subject.
“What did you come up here for, Izuna?” Madara asked gently.
Izuna looked up at Madara, tilting his head as he tried to remember. “Umm… Oh! Nii-san, I’m so sorry that I missed school! I fell asleep again, and… I…”
Madara chuckled, silencing Izuna. “Izu, you didn’t miss school. I thought you deserved a rest so I let you stay home.”
“Is Tobi home, too?”
“Yes, but he’s hung over and grounded.” Sighed Hashirama. “You may see him, but I don’t want him to leave the room unless it’s because of bodily needs.”
Izuna nodded. “O-okay…”
With that, Izuna jumped off of the bed and begun making his way out of the room.
“Just be quiet,” Hashirama called after the retreating Uchiha. “He’s got a big headache and he’s a bit grumpy, too, so be cautious, okay?”
“I will,” Izuna called back over his shoulder, making his way to the younger Senju’s bedroom.
Knocking on Tobirama’s door, Izuna pushed it open and looked around for him.
“Tobi?” Izuna called in vain. It was obvious that Tobirama wasn’t in his room.
Izuna ran from the room and back to his brother, and he couldn’t help but cry when he told them that Tobirama was gone.
Hashirama jumped out of his bed -- still naked as the day he was born -- running as quick as he could to his brother’s bedroom.
Madara kissed Izuna’s head before he pulled his pants back on and chased after his lover.
Izuna stayed put, afraid -- where had Tobirama gone?
Hashirama and Madara were quick to run back to the older Senju’s bedroom.
  Izuna watched the still-naked Senju cry as he grabbed his phone and called the cops. He stared nervously at Hashirama’s member. He vaguely wondered just how much it would hurt Madara to have to receive that.
“Mada-nii…?” Izuna whimpered, grabbing his brother’s hand. “C-can you tell Hashirama-san to put some pants on, please…?”
“Shh…” Madara whispered, hugging his brother tightly. “Not now. He’s very distressed. I don't think he even realises.”
Izuna nodded and clung to his brother. It was then that he had noticed that Hashirama was holding Tobirama’s cell phone in his hand. Where did the younger Senju get to?
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