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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
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-It Feels Right to be Wrong
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
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  A/N WARNING: This chapter contains pretty sick torture. I understand if you want to skip past it. This is the last chapter, with an epilogue coming up, so if you want to skip through the torture, just go straight to the last paragraph; there’s nothing graphic there at all, and it will help the epilogue make sense.
“Please, no…!”
Hashirama’s eyes opened at Izuna’s terror-stricken pleas.
“Mada-nii, no!”
Hashirama looked around for the two Uchiha, worried for the younger boy -- Madara was capable of anything, no matter how sadistic and illegal it was...
When he found them, Hashirama gasped. Madara was holding a naked and bloody Izuna down on the ground, laughing at the younger boy’s frantic thrashes. Izuna was trying to get away from the katana that his brother was holding at his tiny opening.
Before the Senju could look away, he witnessed Madara forcing the katana into his own baby brother’s most sacred place and sneering at Izuna’s screams of agony and terror. Instead of removing the katana, Madara only forced it in further, leaning down to lap at the blood that trailed down Izuna’s thighs.
Hashirama screamed -- how could Madara do something like – no, wait… It was Madara he was thinking about. Madara was one sick bastard, so this shouldn’t shock him -- but as Madara continued to torture his brother with the katana, Izuna’s screams would forever haunt his subconsciousness.
“Do you still love me?!” Madara shouted, toying with the younger Uchiha.
“Yes, Mada-nii!” Izuna screamed back, staring at Madara with wide, emotionally agonised eyes -- Izuna was hurting more inside than he was physically. “Nii-san, I love you! Please stop!”
“Do you still love my cock?!” Madara had to laugh after he had asked this.
Izuna screamed louder, thrashing beneath his brother as the katana was forced in deeper than ever. “Yes!”
“Is my cock the only reason you love me?! The only thing you want of me?!”
“No!” Izuna screeched, but the sincerity was there in his tortured voice.
“Why do you love me?!”
“You’re…!” Izuna was having trouble getting his words out now. “You’re… my… aniki…!”
“Yes, and I also have a bigger cock than your own.” Madara sneered as he removed the katana. “No wonder you haven’t been laid yet – no one wants a boy with a baby dick. My thumb is bigger than your mockery of a cock, Izuna!”
Hashirama felt his stomach turn, and it definitely was not because of all the blood -- how could a man torture their baby brother like this? Hashirama would sooner kill himself than ever treat Tobirama like Madara treats Izuna.
Because Hashirama was pondering this, he was now coming to see the light. Amongst his terror and worry for Izuna, he was trying to work out how he could ever love such a cruel creature like Madara.
“Now, my Senju…” Madara leered at Izuna, standing up and walking over to Hashirama, “…he has a huge cock. Don’t worry, baby brother -- I’ll let you get well acquainted with it.”
Pulling Hashirama along the ground by the hair, Madara dragged him over to Izuna. He sat the older male up and ripped his pants away.
Madara smiled at the Senju’s flaccid member before he took it in his hands and pumped it, getting it hard enough for the job that was at hand. Hashirama sobbed, trying his best not to become aroused, but with Madara’s skilful hands, it was easier wishing than it was to physically stay flaccid.
Once Madara was pleased with the hardness, he leant down, placing a small kiss on the tip. He moved himself behind Izuna, rubbing his brother’s back gently. He whispered something into the smaller boy’s ear before gently pushing Izuna’s head down towards Hashirama’s lap.
Hashirama sobbed louder as Izuna was forced to deep throat him. He tried to get away, but Madara would not allow it -- he loved Izuna’s chokes and muffled screams.
“Just pretend that it is my cock you’re sucking, baby brother.” Madara smiled, gently moving Izuna’s head up and down the thick appendage. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Hashirama’s eyes closed; Madara truly was a monster.
-XX-
Tobirama sobbed as he waited for the police to come back and report to him at the hospital. It had been almost a week since Madara had taken the two away, and so far, no one had found a trace of any of them – that was, at least, until an eye-witness came forward with photographic evidence.
The witness had said that he was in the Senju’s neighbourhood, visiting a friend. He had gone back out to the car to retrieve a CD when he had heard screams coming from across the road. He had ducked down inside the car so he wasn’t seen and carefully peeked out over the door. What he saw had unnerved him badly.
The man had seen a young-looking black-haired male dragging two people behind him out to a car that was parked in front of the house. He had quickly noticed that no one was behind the driver’s seat. The black-haired man had dropped an older-looking one with long, brown hair as he quickly unlocked the car and opened the boot. During this, the observer had photographed everything with his phone –luckily including the license plate.
After all of the evidence had been examined and the eye-witness interviewed, the cops had reassured Tobirama that they would find his brother. Sure enough, the cops soon came back, telling him that the car had been tracked down and the cops were on their way out to a lone house just outside of town.
-XX-
Hashirama held Izuna as the two cried together. Both were in a lot of pain physically, mentally and emotionally, but nothing could be done -- they were trapped down here to be tortured and raped by Madara.
As Hashirama held Izuna, rocking him gently, he asked the question that had been nagging at him since their first day down here.
   “Do you still love your brother?” Hashirama asked the young Uchiha.
Izuna nodded without hesitation, and he didn’t hesitate to speak, either. “Of course I do… I love him more than anything… he’s my big brother…”
“Even after everything that he’s done to us…” Hashirama whispered. “He’s tortured us, and beaten us, and raped us, and you can still find it in your heart to forgive him? To love him?”
“I told you -- he’s my big brother…” Izuna said weakly, but the love in his voice spoke volumes.
When Hashirama heard these words come from the young Uchiha’s mouth, he came to the ultimate realisation -- this was exactly what Hashirama sounded like when he was foolishly defending Madara against Tobirama.
Even though all Madara used to do to Hashirama was beat him and treat him like a sex slave, Hashirama had still loved him. Even through all of the put-downs and mind-fucks, Hashirama still refused to listen to Tobirama. Why? Because Hashirama loved the Uchiha so much and was in denial because of that.
“…” Hashirama smiled weakly at Izuna, a few tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. “…We’re the same, you and I… We put up with Madara and make excuses to ourselves because we love him too much to want to let go of him…”
Before Izuna could reply, the basement door opened and Madara stepped in, smiling almost believingly kind as he walked down the steps with a knife in his hand.
“C’mere, Izuna.” Madara called gently, smiling at his brother. “Be a good boy and come to aniki.”
Amongst Izuna’s tears and absolute terror on his young face, Hashirama could see just how much he wanted to please Madara. The young Uchiha limped slowly amidst his agony, and Hashirama was about to see just how unconditional Izuna’s love for his brother was.
“Be a good boy for aniki and lay down.” Madara smiled, placing his hands on Izuna’s shoulders and pushing him down gently.
Izuna whimpered and slowly lay down on his back, watching Madara warily. He flinched violently when Madara pulled his pants off.
“It’s time to be castrated.” Madara said with not even a hint of sadism in his voice -- either Madara truly was a great actor, or he sincerely was trying to relax Izuna.
Izuna’s eyes widened in terror, and even though Izuna begged and pleaded Madara to not do this, he didn’t move once from the spot Madara had laid him down in.
Hashirama realised something about Izuna then and there – back when Madara had forced that kunai into him, Izuna had fought to get away – because Madara hadn’t told Izuna to take it. And now, even though this was going to be a hundred times more painful for Izuna, the boy was willing to take the pain – because his brother had asked it of him.
“No, I have to do this.” Madara said to Izuna, stroking hair out of the younger’s face. “It’s important. You’re a good boy for aniki, aren’t you, Izuna? You always want to make me happy. You just need to lie down and relax and let me do this, okay? Just relax. Shh… Aniki will try and be gentle with you.”
Izuna cried loudly as he realised that Madara wasn’t going to change his mind. All he could do was tremble, bracing himself for the pain. His terror grew the more Madara approached his small genitals with the knife, but when Madara stopped, Izuna almost had a heart attack -- why had Madara stopped?
“Oh, Izuna.” Madara sincerely laughed. “You’re so scared! You’ve pissed everywhere! Don’t be scared, baby brother -- this is for your own good. I told you to relax, so take deep breaths. It’ll be over soon.”
When Madara rested the blade of the knife against Izuna’s scrotum, Izuna’s breathing went out of control as he screamed hysterically. Izuna knew that this before-unfelt agony would never end.
As Hashirama watched, all he could do was vomit. Because of this, he had missed seeing Madara slice through Izuna’s small member as well – but just because he didn’t see didn’t mean he couldn’t hear Izuna’s agonised screams and pleas for his brother to stop.
“There, there.” Madara petted Izuna’s back gently after he had cut Izuna’s boy parts off. “I did you a favour, okay? Now you can be used like the girl you are. Don’t cry, Izuna. Don’t cry. It’s okay.”
As Madara went to envelop Izuna in a comforting, protective hug, the three occupants of the basement jumped in fright as the door was knocked down and a group of cops charged into the basement with their guns drawn and pointed at Madara.
Hashirama could only faint.
-XX-
Hours later, Hashirama’s eyes opened and he found himself in a hospital bed with nurses around him.
“Where’s Izuna?” Hashirama whimpered, grabbing their attention.
“Oh, honey…” One of the nurses closest to the Senju gave him a sympathetic smile, stroking Hashirama’s head soothingly. “He’s so very beaten up and scared right now…”
“Will he be okay?”
“Physically? We honestly don’t know if he’ll pull through the night. If he does, he’ll need months of recovery with all of his injuries. “Mentally? Emotionally? …He’s very unsettled… That’s all I know for sure…”
  Hashirama looked away, sobbing -- he could only hope that Izuna would pull through and make a full recovery.
“…And Madara…?” Hashirama dreaded asking this question.
“…He attacked several police officers with a knife, and out of self-defence, Madara was shot several times… In the back… Everything below his neck is paralysed…”
“…” How did Hashirama honestly feel about this? He didn’t know. “…Why isn’t my otouto here with me?”
“Well, he’s been hospitalised, too, but we expect to let him go home later today, actually. He’s been informed about your arrival and he has pleaded to see you, but we told him to wait for you to wake up first in case you were as…. unsettled as Izuna is. Shall I get a nurse to bring Tobi-kun up for you?”
“Please…”
What could’ve been no more than fifteen minutes, Tobirama was brought to Hashirama’s hospital room.
“Nii-san!” Tobirama sobbed, tears falling down his cheek. “Nii-san, how do you feel? Can I do anything for you?”
Hashirama shook his head sadly, too sore to embrace his beloved brother. “Tobi…” He whispered, crying a little harder than before. “…T-tobi…”
“What is it, aniki?” Tobirama whispered back gently, taking Hashirama’s hand and wiping away tears.
“Izuna…!” Hashirama forced out, feeling the memories of the boy’s many tortures play before his eyes. All that he could do was roll onto his side and throw up violently.
“Hashi-nii, it’s okay…” Tobirama soothed, rubbing his brother’s back. “I’m here now. Shh… No one can ever hurt you again. Hush, now.”
“T-tobi!” Hashirama cried, shaking. “Tobi, you were r-right! I’m so sorry that I didn’t listen to you! I’m so sorry that I wouldn’t listen to you! Please! Please forgive me, baby brother!”
“Shh…” Tobirama soothed again. “Shh, shh… It’s okay, aniki; it’s all okay, now. You just need to have a sleep. Shh… Go to sleep, now. Shh…”
With Tobirama’s soothing hand stroking his hair and his soft utterances of nothings, Hashirama did just that -- he fell straight to sleep.
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