Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

“Don’t touch me.” Madara pushes the white haired man away.”you touch me again and I’ll kill you.”

“Trust me, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Tobirama rolled his eyes, hard enough for it to hurt. He’s done that a lot recently.

He purposely bumps Madara’s shoulder, shoving the man away as he grabs his water bottle and heads out.

“It’s 7 at night, where are you going?” Madara is already annoyed. He wants him to leave, but it’s still late. He has a little care in his heart.

“You’ll see me in the morning. I hope you wake up.” He sneers, sarcastic obviously.

“I hope you get robbed and stabbed, fucking prick.”

“Asshole.” Tobirama mumbles, he didn’t expect the Uchiha to have heard it.

“Bitch.” Madara retaliates.

“Sleaze.” Childish at this point.

“Cunt!” Madara screams and Tobirama slams the door shut behind him.

His hands are shaking. He’s never been so angry in all his life and his life has always been filled with some form of anger. His older brother and his husband are too chummy for his liking. He voices it, his husband tells him not to worry, his brother says they’re just friends.

He knows Hashirama. He can get in anyone’s pants with a look. He’s seductive, flirts without thinking, it’s just his personality.

Tobirama has a lot of insecurities. His body, his hair, his eyes from time to time, but his biggest was his inability to be a people person like his brother.

He met Madara through Hashirama. They hit off really well. Too well. They met in chemistry and they really did have it too. Both quiet people but loud together. A bit standoffish. They both got to be judgy of people without anyone telling them to stop.

One night they were people watching through their window on their lunch break. Judging people’s outfits and style choices. And then Madara asked him.

6 years into their marriage and they hate each other. What happened?

Hashirama happened. Tobirama’s aggression mixed with Madara’s fuckass attitude.

Madara always had an attitude these days.

They haven’t fucked in a year.  They haven’t kissed in two years. Tobirama can’t even remember the last time they hugged and said I love you before going to work.

He sits out at a little restaurant. The one place that wasn’t packed and filled to the brim with people to annoy him. He just wanted to be alone and drink.

The restaurant made pretty decent drinks and it was empty around this time at night.

“You need anything else?”

“Maybe a coffee.” Tobirama looks up at the blonde. He’s tall, blue eyes, pretty smile. Loud. Tobirama could hear his raspy voice  from the kitchen whenever someone left the shift for the night or made a funny joke.

“You got it! You doing ok? Do you have someone to drive you home?”

“I can hold my liquor pretty well, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride?” His voice takes a seductive depth. Tobirama looks up at the young man. He’s toned, his arms aren’t too big but he’s big enough to do some damage.

Tobirama likes that.

He lets a little too close for the question to be caring and worrisome.

“I like older guys.”

“I’m not old.”

“It means you know how to fuck.” His eyes level with Tobirama’s. Maybe he’s out of practice, or he’s never had practice to begin with, but flirting wasn’t his strong point right now.

“I can wait until your shift is done and spend the night with you.” He suggests softly, gripping the glass tightly.

“All night?”

“All night long. Whatever you want from me.” Tobirama grins.

-

He learns the young man’s name is Naruto. Naruto very boldly said Tobirama will be screaming his name by the end of the night, and he believes him.

“Are you fucking serious?” Comes an annoyed, bratty little voice that sounds similar to one he’s heard before.

Tobiramas head shot up from the couch at the voice. To his knowledge Naruto had a roommate, but he wasn’t home at night. He figured they’d be caught and have to relocate in his room.

But Naruto didn’t stop kissing down his abdomen and licking at his skin.

“You’re going to cheat on my brother?”

Tobirama blinks a few times. Glaring at the ghostly looking. He looks a bit like Madara. Pitch black eyes and his hair is tied back in a low ponytail. He’s tall, pale, like death pale.

“Are you just going to stare are me or are you going to get up and go?”

Naruto opens up his pants, and Tobirama gets up quickly, looking at an empty space and then stares at Naruto.

“You have a ghost in your house?”

“What? Is this roleplay?” Naruto asked slowly.

“You don’t see him?”

“Um…yeah totally. He can watch us fuck.” Naruto tries to ease back into the seduction, standing up to wrap his arms around Tobirama.

Tobirama pushes the young man back and and buckles his pants up.” I’m not keen on getting killed tonight.”

“What are you talking about! Don’t tell me you’re one of those crazy guys!”

Tobirama rushes out of the front door leaving Naruto to sit on the couch by himself. He dishes his keys from his pocket and gets in the car.

“Listen, just listen!” The man holds his hands up to show he isn’t dangerous or armed.

“How did you—“

“I can go through stuff. I’m not here to rob you! I’m dead! No need for money if I’m already gone.”

“Ok…”

“I died long before you got with my brother. I was like…18 so you don’t know me, I don’t know you. However, I’m not going to let you cheat on my brother.” Izuna explained as quickly as his mouth would let him.

“Right, right.” Tobirama tries to seem like he’s holding it all together but on the inside he wants to scream.

“Don’t faint. I want to help you. Madara drinks and smokes when you’re not around. To my knowledge he quit smoking before I died.”

“Help me what?”

“Save your damn marriage. You cheat on my brother and I’ll pull your hair out while you’re sleeping.”

“You’re a ghost, you can’t hurt me.”

“This isn’t a fucking joke.” Izuna grabs his shirt and pulls Tobirama across the console to meet him eye to eye.” Everything will be ok.”

“I didn’t know Madara was smoking.” Tobirama didn’t even know Madara was drinking.

“Oh big time he’s smoking. That’s the only way he can calm down after you two get into it. And the drinking is worse than the smoking, he puts down a whole bottle in a few minutes.”

Tobirama just nods. Slowly, silently. He’ll play along.

“Drive. I’ll figure out something we can do, but first I need you to apologize to Madara.”

“Maybe I’m just drunk. When I wake up all of this will be over.”

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere until you two are good. Madara needs you. He loves you.”

“I’m not apologizing to him. He started with me first.”

“Yo!” He yells at Tobirama.” You’re going to apologize. No matter who started it the first step is going to bed without hating each other.”

“We dont sleep together anyway.” Tobirama rolls his eyes.

“Ew, I don’t want to hear that.” Izuna sticks his tongue out in disgust. 

“I mean we don’t sleep next to each other. I sleep in the guest room or on the couch or anywhere but next to him.”

“Let’s apologize. I’ll tell you what to say because I know exactly what Madara would like to hear.”

“I doubt that. You died when you were young, that was a different version of Madara. He’s a madman now.”

“You’re an asshole, respectfully.” Izuna blurts out.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Izuna.”

“Madara has never spoken about you once.”

“Well when I died it hurt him a lot. We weren’t just brothers, we were best friends. We did everything together.”

Tobirama makes it home. He doesn’t feel drunk, but he just hopes this is his conscious telling him to apologize to his husband.

So he goes to the door, unlocks it to see the tv is on playing some old movie. Black and white film with dumb little lines and guns.

Tobirama dumps his keys on the counter, Madara is sitting on a chair, with the window open, tapping his cigarette ash outside.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Tobirama says. Madara doesn’t respond. Izuna is standing next to him.

“Go talk to him. But don’t look at me, he’ll think you’ve gone mad.”

A little hard to invite a ghost in his house, but ok.

“Hey.” Tobirama takes a few steps closer. He’s never apologized to Madara. Ever. And Madara has never apologized to him. Two prideful men in an argument.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime.”

“Oh fuck off, I’m trying to be-“ Izuna pinched him before he can finish his sentence.

Tobirama sucks in a deep breath and leans against the kitchen island.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you.” Madara head slowly turns to look up at Tobirama. He brings the cigarette back to his lips and pulls a long drag of it.

“I shouldn’t have said it. I…I always want you to wake up. I like seeing you in the morning, even when we argue.”

Madara’s face softened a bit, but not enough for him to feel secure.

“I just…I love you. I’ll try to let me guard down around you a bit more.”

Tobirama taps his chin and walks away.

“That was perfect.” Izuna says with a big grin.” Just perfect. The delivery, the eyes, the tone, everything was perfect.”

“I do love him.” Tobirama says softly.” Thank you. You were right I guess. He hasn’t changed since you died.”

“Alright, our next move is very important. Madara is a romantic. A heavy deep romantic. Go to where you sleep and let him decide if he wants to invite you in, ok?”

“Got it.” Tobirama heads to his room. It’s quiet. Just a bed. He still has his clothes in his bedroom with Madara but he sleeps here.

It’s comfy. He laid down after a cool shower to possibly sober himself up. He’s not drunk, he doesn’t feel drunk. Maybe that Naruto guy gave him something to make him hallucinate.

-

“Wake up.” Izuna slaps Tobirama awake. It’s about 3:30 in the morning.“He’s coming! He’s coming in here! Look hot or something, I don’t know!”

“Look hot? You slapped the shit out of me.”

“Nevermind, shut up! He’s coming!”

Madara peeks his head into the room. He’s got a pillow with him and his phone and his phone charger.

“Hey.” He says softly.” Can’t sleep?”

He was sleeping pretty good.

“Lie.” Izuna pressures him.

“Not really. I’m tossing.”

“I can’t either.” Madara shrugs.

“He’s stubborn. You know he’s stubborn. He won’t invite you, he wants you to invite him!”

Tobirama looks at Madara standing in his doorway. Izuna stands in front of Madara and making hands to let his brother into the room.

Tobirama makes a space and opens up his blanket.

“I’m a bit cold. You can come sleep with me.”

“Thank God.” Izuna places his hands on his head, pacing through the room. Madara comes into the room, kneeling into the bed before laying down and facing Tobirama.

Tobirama goes to wrap an arm around him and Izuna yells.

“Hey! No! Too much!”

He plays it off as putting the blankets up to Madara’s shoulder.

“Good, good. Don’t push it. Just sleep. Don’t fuck. If you fuck he’ll think that’s all you want from him.”

Tobirama closes his eyes again and Madara shifts a bit to get comfy before he closes his eyes as well.

-

“You sleep like a rock, get up!” Izuna shoves Tobirama to wake the man. Izuna was young when he died so maybe he can be a bit rude. He’s similar to Madara.

Wait, it wasn’t a dream and he wasn’t drunk. This all happened. This was real.

Fucking hell. Madara’s space was empty but still warm.

“He’s making you breakfast.”

“He’s making himself breakfast.” Tobirama turns over to fall back asleep

“It’s enough for 2, jackass. Get up, get pretty and go make him coffee.”

Tobirama throws the blankets off his legs to go to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and he even flossed.

“Don’t be a try hard. Put on these.” He holds up a pair of shorts Tobirama usually wears to the gym. They’re a little tight fitting and honestly make his junk look magnificent. Not to toot his own horn.

“What? No, it’s cold this early.”

Izuna glares at him as a warning. If he didn’t listen, he’ll dress the bastard himself.”Madara took this off and he got changed. He always sweats while he sleeps.”

“Trust me, I know.” Tobirama says as he crosses his arms..

“Drop the attitude and put it on.”

“Ew, no.” He shoves the shirt away.

Izuna pops Tobirama on the forehead and throws Madara’s black shirt at his face.

It doesn’t stink, but the idea of sweat bothers him.

“Don’t be a pussy. Put it on.”

Tobirama obliges. Izuna got him farther in a conversation with Madara than he could ever do on his own. Izuna fluffs out his hair a little bit, doing a full orbit around Tobirama . He’s teasing pieces into place before giving his cheeks a little flick to bring some redness into his face.

“Ow.”

“Shut up, my god. All you do is complain,complain, complain.” Izuna grabs a comb to help fluff his hair a bit more, giving him a puppy dog kind of look.” But unfortunately, you’re his type of guy. Annoying and brooding.”

Izuna looks him over in the shorts, adjusts them a little to expose a bit more thigh. Not too much to be a slut, but enough to draw attention.

“Go blink your eyes at him, make him coffee.“

“Whatever, man.” Tobirama closes the door behind him but Izuna just phases through its “You have to watch?”

“I’m here to help you.” Izuna goes down the stairs first, jumping down the steps. His feet don’t make any noise.

When Tobirama makes it to the hall before the kitchen he readies himself.

Usually their arguments start in the morning. And after that they get into it all day and end the night with a little argument. Like the one before he left last night.

“Kiss his cheek, not his lips.”

“Why not his lips?” Tobirama whispered, annoyed with the little shit already. Thats another issue. His temper is too quick, he gets annoyed far too quickly.

“Let him kiss you. I assume you haven’t kissed in a while. Or done anything loving. Don’t push him.”

Tobirama is smooth with it. He wraps an arm around Madara, presses a kiss to his temple. Then he walks to the coffee machine.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, thank you.”Madara didn’t sound totally disgusted with him.

“You working today?”

“No, I took off. I thought maybe…I don’t know. We could watch a movie. Together”

Izuna fists bumps.

“Sorry I work today.”

Izuna screams.

“Oh. That’s ok.” Madara sounds dejected.

“But I can take off with you. I want to spend some time with you too.”

Madara smiles and Izuna waves his hands to encourage Tobirama to keep going.

“I missed you. I even missed how you smelled.” He grabs the end of the shirt. As he leans against the counter. Madara takes immediate notice that it is in fact his shirt.

The coffee pot starts dripping. Madara runs away from the stove before turning the knob, leaving the sausages to sizzle on the pan.

“I thought I irritated you. I’m surprised you missed me.”

“That’s—“

“No, do not get angry.” Izuna pinches his ear. He already seen the tone Tobirama was going to take as his brows furrowed. That’s how they start he figured out. Misunderstandings from too introverted, socially constipated people.” He’s vulnerable right now.”

“That makes sense, but no, I’m never irritated with you. I always miss you.” Tobirama speaks freely. Something he’s felt like he wanted to say for ages finally lifted off his chest.

Izuna grabs his arm, stopping Tobirama from moving.

“He’s like a cat. Just let him come to you first. Do not have sex.”

“Why?” Tobirama says out loud, but he saves it.” Well, I…I hate when you’re mad at me but I don’t know how to come back to you.”

“Because he’s not ready!”

“We’re married.” Tobirama forced it a little to let Izuna know he’s talking to him as well.”

“Doesn’t matter, he’s not ready.” Izuna shakes his head.” Love before sex.”

“And I want to make this marriage work.” Tobirama finishes. Madara smiles. He comes in closer and pecks Tobirama on the lips, before fully deepening the kiss.

“Ok, this is very important. Don’t push. Just let it flow.” He waves his hands, before walking away with a small dance.

Tobirama keeps his hands to himself, letting Madara feel down the front of his body. But he doesn’t go any further than his abdomen. His hands linger there, then they come back up to his waist.

The smell of coffee fills the kitchen, Tobirama pulls back, caressing the side of Madara’s face. And like a cat, he eases into hand, smiling up at Tobirama with a stupid little blush.

He doesn’t remember Madara being this…easy? Usually he was a bit tougher than this. He wasn’t easy to flirt with. He  definitely wasn’t easy to get in bed. Trying to impress him was a job.

But right now he’s just looking at him with eyes of adoration. He hasn’t looked at him like this since their wedding night.

“I love you.” Madara says softly.

“I love you too.” He touches their noses before turning around to make their coffee.

Madara prefers it bitter how he remembers.

“Lots of sugar.”

“What?” Tobirama whispered.” He likes it black.”

“Not anymore. Lots of creamer, lots of sugar. Super sweet.”

“Got it.” Tobirama starts pouring and Izuna encourages him until he tells him to stop. Then the sugar. Scoop after scoop.

“How do you know what I like in my coffee?” Madara asked.

“I watch you.” Tobirama answers easily.

“No you weirdo, say you tasted it on his lips.”

Tobirama subtly shook his head.

“Because he’s sweet like sugar. Duh.”

Tobirama sets the cup down in front of where he’d sit and his coffee across the table.

“Mm, sit next to him, nice and close.”

Tobirama slowly drags the cup across the table until it’s next to Madara’s. Distinguishable because his coffee is black while Madara’s is nearly white and packed with sugar.

“The sugar helps his stress. At least that’s what I think. Or maybe he likes sweet stuff now, you guys are getting old.”

Madara brings their plates and sits them beside each other.

“Shoulder to shoulder. Make sure your skin touches his.”

Tobirama scoots closer.

“You’re close.”

“Tell him he smells good.”

“You smell good.” Tobirama’s good at delivering his lines, Izuna learns.

Madara smiles and hands him a pair of chopsticks.

“Hand on the thigh, and grab it, not tight , just give him a squeeze.” Izuna crosses his arms like a director inspecting his work.

Tobirama does just that and Madara looks at him.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Say you hate yourself for hurting him.”

Tobirama sighs a little before rubbing his thigh.”

“I hate myself for hurting you. And I want us to be ok. I don’t want to lose you.”

“ you love him.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Madara places his hand atop of Tobirama’s and interlocks their fingers.” I’m sorry I’ve been…a mess.i regret everything I’ve said to you.”

Tobirama’s eyes widen.

“You know, I love you but sometimes I feel like you began hating me. And it was just…hard being married to you. It’s like my best friend became my enemy.”

He’s his best friend. Not Hashirama.

“I’ve asked Hashirama what I should say to you but he doesn’t know. You’re so…closed off you know. And you’re very serious. It’s hard to talk to you without offending you.”

Tobirama was going to retaliate with how difficult Madara is as well. Izuna waves his hand.

“Let him talk. You need to start listening instead of responding. Madara doesn’t always share his feelings, even with me when I was alive. So take advantage of this.”

Tobirama nodded as Madara took a deep breath.

“I never stopped loving you. I never even thought about a divorce. I thought we’d just hate each other as old men, but I know I still wanted to be with you.” Madara finished as he blinked up at Tobirama.

“Thank him.” Izuna snaps his fingers quickly to take Tobirama out of his daze.

“Thank you. I didn’t know I made you feel that way.”

“Put yourself down. Tell him you realize how you’ve been.”

“I’ve been acting angry with life and everything. But my life couldn’t be more beautiful. I took it for granted. I should appreciate you more. I’m blessed to even hold your hand right now.”

“Perfect, no notes.” Izuna jumps up and down, silently praising himself before leaning into the table.” Do not worry about blaming him. He knows what he’s done. But Madara is very prideful. I know, it seems difficult, but one of you has to stop pointing the finger. And obviously I’ll always take my brothers side.”

Tobirama wants to scoff. Forced to be the bigger person by something he can’t even defend himself against.

-

Breakfast was amazing. This is the first time he’s woken up and he hasn’t argued. But at the cost of his pride.

But he got a kiss. Madara hasn’t kissed him like that in ages.

“Hey, don’t get distracted. Madara loves this movie. Watch the movie.”

“What’s so good about this movie?” Tobirama whispers to Izuna. Hes behind the couch, leaning against back cushion with his face pressed in it.

Madara is highly into what’s on the tv. This alien movie called The Tomorrow war. Tobirama has zero interest in aliens and he doesn’t care for the dramatics either.

He never really liked movies. Madara always loved them.

“Maybe if you take your head out of your ass and enjoy something that he likes, you’ll get closer. It’s a family kind of movie.”

Izuna looks at Madara with soft eyes before Tobirama turns his head to look at him too.

Izuna missed him. And Tobirama knows Madara missed him too. Madara never talked about Izuna because he wasn’t good at opening up.

Anything he didn’t talk about hurt him. He’s not good at expressing his feelings without cursing or getting upset with the anxiety in his chest.

Madara was an interesting specimen to understand. Tobirama realizes that he never spoke about how he felt with Tobirama because it hurt. Because it was difficult to talk to him.

Tobirama can admit he’s aggressive. His tone is harsh and he’s mean even when he doesn’t mean it. To be fair, Madara is too. Sometimes he’s a bit condescending, but that’s the bullshit that comes with marrying a doctor.

Tobirama was so focused on blaming Madara, he didn’t see the flaws within himself in this marriage. He couldn’t see the damage he was causing.

He regrets leaving. He regrets kissing Naruto. Flirting with him. He regrets all of that.

He loves Madara. Deeply. Unconditionally.

Madara closes the space and snuggles a bit closer to Tobirama. His head on his shoulder.

“Hey, I was going through some pictures the other day. I seen one of you as a kid holding someone.”

“At the beach?”

Tobirama shakes his head.” Looks like the first day of middle school or something.”

Izuna pipes his head up to listen to Madara.

“I was holding my little brother Izuna. He was such a cutie when he was a baby. He used to always follow me around the house. He was sad on my first day of school because he wouldn’t have anyone to play with.”

“You have other brothers right?”

“Yeah, but Izuna always took to me. He only wanted to play with me.”

“Sorry, I’m not crying.” Izuna fans his face a bit, shooing Tobirama to look away from him.

“He got into a car accident right after he got his license. I spent months teaching him how to drive. He sucked at right turns and always rammed into the curb.”

“He seemed like a nice kid in the picture.”

“Oh no, he was a little bitch.” Madara shakes his head.” he was definitely protective of me, we had a pretty big age gap so I always felt out of the loop when he talked in his young people slang. Why do you ask about him?”

“I just thought you only had 3 brothers, I never seen the one in the picture. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It’s ok.”

“When did he die?”

“Long time ago.” Madara picks at his thumb.” He’d be 28 by now.”

“I’d definitely be 29. Old and bones cracking.” Izuna corrects.

“He was good with women, he always had a girlfriend. He was the social one of us. Always in the clubs and invited to the big parties. A popular kid I guess.”

“He sounds really cool.”

“He was. I miss him.”

Izuna was quiet for the rest of the movie. He sort of just sat here, looking at his hands or drumming his fingers against his knees.

-

The night was perfect. Tobirama made it out of the dog house and got to make it back into the bedroom. His big soft bed with Madara cuddled beside him.

“You want to do it?” Madara’s hair brushes against his cheek as he throws his leg over him.

Izuna shakes his head and makes an X with his arms.

“He’s trying to distract himself! Do not fall for the bait. Deny! Deny!”

“I don’t think you want to have sex.”

“Wrong words!” Izuna yells before gripping his own hair.” Tell him you want to earn him. Be fucking romantic.”

“I don’t want sex?” Madara lifts a brow.

“What is mean is maybe we should wait. We’ve been away from each other so long we’ve forgotten what we like .” Tobirama pecks his lips.

Madara’s eyes soften.

“I want to earn you again. I want to make you happy before I…do that.”

Madara blushes deeply, probably the deepest he’s ever seen.

“Why are you talking to me like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought…I thought you just wanted sex.”

“This is why I said wait. You see!” Izuna proves his point quite clearly.” I fucking told you so, damn dodo bird. Tell him you want his trust.”

“I want you to trust me again before we have sex.” Tobirama smiles and Madara pushes his face into his chest.

Tobirama holds him. He felt warm droplets against his chest.

Madara was crying.

“What did you do?” Izuna blames him immediately. Even though he followed his exact words.

“What’s wrong? Madara, talk to me.”

“I just…I love you. And I miss you so much. I miss how we used to be.”

“I know, baby.”

“Pet his head.” Izuna frantically tells him.” Do it now.”

“I love you too. I want us to be close again. Like how we used to be. There was no me without you wherever we went.”

“Yeah.” Madara wipes his face a bit before getting up. He goes to wash his face and comes back to bed, snuggling under the blankets.

“Like we’re young again and going on a date.”

“Tell him he’s still young.”

“You’re still young.” Tobirama moves his hair from his face.” I’m an old fart.”

They share a small laugh, and then there silence. A comfortable silence. Not the silence of someone getting the last word and it’s devastatingly rude. Or a snarky remark that that leaves the room feeling empty

He’ll make it work.

Chapter Text

Madara was quiet this morning. Unusually quiet. Tobirama made breakfast but Madara was separating himself in the garden.

“Ok, listen. I know you’re not good at not arguing but please, be patient with him.”

“He knows I cooked breakfast, why isn’t he coming in?.” Tobirama complains, annoyed as ever with his husband. He’s starting to think the man is bipolar or something.

“He thinks this won’t last long. This kindness. This love. Madara pulls back sometimes, even from friends. Even from me a few times. He’ll isolate himself.”

“Is he going to fucking eat. I didn’t cook this just for myself.”

“You see? There you go with that attitude. Cut that shit out.”

“Fuck you, you don’t know me.” Tobirama scoffs.

“I don’t have to know you, I see what you’re doing right now!“

“I don’t have to listen to you, you’re a child.” Tobirama wants to flick his forehead but his hand just fazes right through him.

“Yeah, well I know him better than you. And you’ve been inside each other.”

Tobirama looks at Izuna, the young ghost crossing his arms and waiting for a rebuttal.

He was right. Tobirama understands Madara is complex. He’s protective of his feelings.

“He won’t let you get close. Some dude he fucked in high school rejected him and told everyone he was a slut so he’s very…skeptical that this won’t last long. If you’d stop being entitled, this will last long.” Izuna forced a customer service smile. This is his job and he’s taking it very seriously.

“You’re going to stop talking to me like we’re the same age.”

“You’re an old bitch.” Izuna spits.” Go outside and talk to him, but don’t be pushy.”

“Whatever. I know what to do. He’s my husband.”

“Ok, ok I’ll let you handle it this time. Let’s see how well it goes.” Izuna follows him outside with a smug little smirk in his face. Tobirama doesn’t like it at all. Tobirama walks over the small fence Madara has around his flowers. A cute little white fence. He’s got tulips and a few roses he managed to grow in this weather. He’s got a cactus potted and outside that he’s super protective of.

“Hey, are you going to come eat.” Tobirama is hyper aware of his voice now, and honestly he was a bit too rough with his delivery.

“Good morning.” Madara says as a correction. It isn’t rough, but Tobirama could’ve started with a good morning.

Izuna sighed and walked away.

Tobirama kneels down next to Madara, watching his husband pat some of the dirt back down.

“Sorry. Good morning.”

Izuna’s head whips around.

“Ok, good start.” Izuna claps his hands.

“I made you breakfast.”

“You didn’t have to. I don’t have an appetite.”

“But I need you to eat. You barely ate dinner last night.” Tobirama does what Izuna tells him and blinks his pretty eyes at his husband.

Madara smiles and turns away.

Izuna is flabbergasted. Genuinely confused. To be fair Tobirama was a quick learner, he was just stubborn.

“I could try.”

“Tell him you’re worried.” Izuna wants to send it home.

“Well I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you. I don’t want you to pass out while you’re in the sun. I’m a little worried.”

“I didn’t know you were thinking about me like that.”

“Of course I think about you, hun.” Tobirama wraps an arm around Madara and pecks a kiss into the side of his neck. Madara laughs and leans into him, his dirt covered gloves cupping Tobirama’s face to pull him down for a kiss.

“Don’t be disgusted! I get the vibe that you’re a germaphobe.”

“Sorry…I—sorry I wasn’t paying attention. I got some dirt on your face.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tobirama gets closer, holding his waist as he pecked his lips a few times.” You can’t kiss me again until you eat.” Tobirama gets up, grunting as he does.

Maybe he is getting old.

Madara gets up surprisingly fast at the thought of getting to kiss Tobirama more.

Madara gets a little in. He ate what he could for Tobirama.

“I’m owed a kiss.” Madara presents his plate. Half eaten eggs and a few bites of rice. To Tobirama this would be a waste of food and good grounds for an argument.

Tobirama looks between Madara’s seductive eyes and his plate on the table.

“You didn’t finish.”

“You know I can’t without your help.”

What the fuck is going on?

Tobirama can’t comprehend this version of Madara, the seductive, soft spoken, hungry eyes. He’s so accustomed to the screaming, throwing plates and calling him a cunt kind of Madara.

“Ok, lock in for me.” Izuna says, jabbing Tobirama in the side.” Stop looking at my brother like that.”

“I know how to fuck my husband.”  Tobirama growls. Madara giggles without a clue he’s threatening Izuna.

“Not lovingly. I have plenty experience.”

Tobirama really doesn’t want Izuna to be here for this.

“You can’t do it yet, unfortunately. You run the risk of him shutting you out again.”

Tobirama has sighed for the 12th time today. And it’s only the morning.

“Listen, I’m trying to protect you from your shit attitude. You’re leaving for work soon, right? How shitty would it be to fuck and then get dressed and bounce?”

“I would love to, but I meant what I said last night. I don’t deserve you yet.”

Madara likes that. He grinds down in his lap, hard, holding Tobirama’s eyes in his soul.

“I want you.” Madara whispers.

“I want you too.” Tobirama kissed the corner of his mouth as an apology.” Wait for me? Please?”

Madara nods his head slowly, standing up and letting Tobirama grab their plates to wash them.

“See how nice Madara is when you aren’t a miserable dick?”

“I’m not miserable.” Tobirama snapped quietly.

“That’s the funniest joke you’ve told since I’ve met you. You called my brother a sleaze. You’re fucking miserable.”

-

Tobirama and Madara work separate. Madara at a children’s hospital, and Tobirama works at a different hospital a little farther down. Instead of doing quick check ups with kids he’s running around like a mad man in pediatrics. The whole shabang. Kids with broken legs and their entire lungs collapsed.

He’s done CPR for hours at one point. He never went through this at the children’s hospital. More high priority patients, a faster paced environment.

It took him some time to get used to it, to keep up with everyone especially with the kids they run away from needles.

They used to work together at the same children’s hospital but an argument turned into fight in an elevator in which security had to pry them off of each other.

Fights at home turned into fights at work. And they were often. They didn’t even speak to each other when they walked down the hall.

People talked. People made rumors and grew wary of them. Both of their friend groups hated being around them as a couple.

Tobirama was fired since he threw the first punch. Madara was suspended after biting Tobirama.

He flips over his phone to look down at the stream of texts.

“Fuck, I didn’t get here fast enough. Do not open the text!”

Tobirama fans Izuna away but the ghosts grabs his arm, trying to pry the phone away from the older man.

“Cut it out!” Tobirama snaps, hitting Madara’s name and opening up the text.

Izuna quickly covers his eyes and turns away, withdrawing from Tobirama all together.

“Jesus.”

“Mmhm.” Izuna nods awkwardly.” I tried to warn you. Don’t look at that shit at work.”

“Shut up.”

Madara’s chest is covered in his own come. Wiping his fingers through it and bringing it up to his swollen lips. His eyes aren’t visible, but his red swollen nipples takes Tobirama’s attention.

He missed touching Madara. Missed fucking him full. Before they went no contact the sex was full of violence and hate. It was good, it was so fucking good.

But it was only adding to their problems. Fueling their hate for each other.

When Madara sucks his own come off his fingers Tobirama gets up from his desk and goes to lock his door.

“Do you have no self control?” Izuna judged him heavily. He’s still at work and he should have some more professionalism.

“Get out.”

“No.” Izuna crossed his arms. He must’ve thought that would stop Tobirama.” Aye! Hey!” Izuna covers his eyes again as Tobirama leans back in his chair,  spitting in his hands and stroking the warmth up his cock.

Izuna runs through the door, disgusted by his brothers husband. Two perverts.

Tobirama fists his cock hard, gritting his teeth to keep the noises in. He knows exactly how Madara did it, the pictures above give him a nice idea about how he stretched his hole.

A perfect angle of his fingers stuffed inside. Madara hated fingering himself, he never touched where he wanted to. But Tobirama’s fingers reached that perfect spot.

His cock was even deeper.

He’s surprised at the dedication it probably took for Madara to have  the phone propped up to record the second video but he imagined it took a bit of effort. He put in effort for Tobirama. That makes his skin light hot. And he’s touching himself before work, he’s going to be late.

He sees his hole twitching around his fingers. This video, he still had his shirt on, shoved between his teeth as he stroked his cock while pumping his fingers in his hole. He’s crying out beneath the fabric. Teary eyes, desperate drooling cock dribbling onto their sheets. His hair dripping over his waist and hips  in all angles. He moved it to make sure he can see everything.

“Actually this is perfect.” Izuna yells from outside the door.

“Go away.” Tobirama’s muffled voice comes.

“You guys can rebuild the tension without touching each other!” He says it like he’s Einstein or some relationship expert. He pats himself on the back.

Tobirama hadn’t come that fast in ages, and it never felt so exhilarating to release in his hand. He doesn’t even let himself come down fully, opening up the camera.

His heavy breathing, his cock still pulsing in his hand and dripping small beads over his fingers. It’s perfect. He whines softly, because he knows Madara is so much better.

He sends it with shaky hands and then drops his phone down. Now he has to clean this up.

But his legs won’t even let him move. He’s still trying to catch his breath, looking down at his mess, then at the back of his phone.

He picks it up again to see what Madara texted back.

Tobirama’s going to have a stroke.

He’s…he’s got a toy inside of him. Around Tobirama’s size, all the way down to the balls slapping against his hole.  It’s pink and pretty against his skin.

Not even a second later comes another video. He’s forced to turn his volume up. The tight noises of the toy fucking into his hole. Madara’s desperate wrist keeping pace while his cock makes another mess into same wet spot. Madara’s not even stroking himself, just biting into his hand as he comes.

His moans muffled by his skin. Glistening in sweat or lube he’s not sure but he wants to lick it off either way.

And then he looks at the camera. Eyes lidded as he slowly pulls the toy out, looking at his abused hole clench and shudder with a need for something to fill it again.

The video ends. Tobirama has about 15 minutes to figure out what he’s going to do. He’s got to go to a meeting but it’s all the way across the building. And maybe when he was a resident he could run across the building in two minutes.

He can’t seem to give a fuck right now.

He’s hard and he needs to take care of it.

He taps his screen a few times, fumbling to get his phone against his ear.

Madara would bring sweet death to him. The first thing he hears is his breathy whines, the squelching. He’s still at it, wet with lube fucking into his tight hole.

“You’re not satisfied?” Tobirama asked lowly.

“No.” Madara sobs. He hasn’t heard him sound like this in forever. He missed it, he needed it. He already came and he was working for another one. His greedy Madara.

“You need me?”

Madara moans loudly, mixed with the sounds of the toy fucking in and out of his sloppy hole speed up.

“My wrist hurts.” He cries.” It hurts but I wanna come.” His voice cracks.

“Don’t stop, keep fucking yourself for me. Pretend it’s me.”

“You do it better. You’re so much better, you’re so good.” His words slur together, melted into his each other with his drool.

“Pretend I’m fucking your needy hole. I’ll take care of you baby. All you have to do is lay there for me.”

“Tobi-“ Madara’s voice cuts off with a deep growl in his throat, then the beautiful chorus of moans sang into his ear. He strokes up his cock fast and hard, trying to match the brutal pace Madara set for himself.

“I want you to come around my cock. I feel you tightening up so good for me.”

He heard him squirming on the bed, his loud pants into the phone. He knows how hungry Madara can get, rocking back, trying to impale himself on Tobirama’s cock like the slut he is for him.

“And when you come I want you to let me see how wide I spread your cunt.”

“Fuck Tobi, fuck-fuck! I’m gonna-“ the line went dead. He muted himself by accident,

Tobirama waited a few seconds in silence, his head falling back as his cock throbbed with his release, spilling into his hand until its drips on the floor.

“You’re disgusting. Tuck yourself away!” Izuna shouts.” And clean yourself up! Get a grip!”

“You wouldn’t get it, you’re a virgin.”

“I’ve fucked more than you and Madara combined.”

“You died at 18, you barely lived yet.”

“When you have a fake ID you can live as dangerously as you want and I sure did. Not to brag, but the women flocked to me.”

Tobirama shooed him away as he stood up with his come filled hand. Izuna jumped to the right even as he could choose when to solidify or not. Tobirama went to wash his hand. He was already late to the meeting so he took his time to clean up the floor as well.

-

Tobirama gets home, and he’s got two hours before Madara comes home too.

He showers, cooks dinner, and he snoops around his bedroom. Where the hell did Madara find the time to buy a dildo.

He looks under the bed, in the closet, in the drawers. It’s not there.

“Where is it?”

“I’m not telling you. You yelled at me today.” Izuna was going to sit on the bed, and then he quickly moved away to avoid it. Even if he isn’t actually touching it, the idea alone made him itch.

“Ugh, shut up, stop being a baby.”

“Unfortunately, I cannot.” Izuna sits in a chair instead, tucking his legs under him.” You’re cold.” He teases. Tobirama was going to search the bathroom. He backs up a bit and then goes towards the nightstand.

“Super cold.”

“Don’t fuck with me.”

“Ew, I don’t want to.” Izuna waits for Tobirama to choose a different direction.

He goes back towards the closet

“Little warm.”

He opens up the door, looking at the clothes hanging up, then he walks in deeper.

“Red hot.”

He goes past their shoes and Izuna shakes his head.

“Cooled off.” Tobirama growls in frustration, backtracking and looking at the shoeboxes.

“Scalding. You’re in lava!”

“You are so annoying.” He opens up a few shoe boxes only to find shoes or old pictures.

He digs deeper to one closer to the back wall.

It’s not just the dildo. There’s a few vibrators, a cock ring, surprisingly a sounding kit. That wasn’t on his bingo card.

There’s a bunch of toys, enough to satisfy Madara for ages. He recalls Madara having a high libido, but he always figured he was turned off after they argued.

When he goes to work he probably thinks about Tobirama. If he were nicer and less of a bitch.

Tobirama wants to punch himself.

“I set the table for you.” Izuna says. “There’s candles and the utensils are all in the right places.”

“Utensils in the right places? I could care less about that.”

“It’s about presentation, you prick.”

-

Madara comes home and Tobirama turns his head to look at him hang his keys up.

They’re quiet. Just looking at each other as he walks deeper into the living room.

It’s a little awkward. They haven’t been like that in a long time. Seeing each others bodies.

Madara breaks into a fit of laughter first and Tobirama joins him after a few seconds, opening his arms for Madara to kneel into the couch and sit with him.

“I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“I needed the distraction. I made dinner.”

“Oh sorry, I tried to rush here since you made breakfast.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Very unlike Tobirama. He pecks Madara’s lips and gets up.

“Go get comfy. We can watch a movie while we eat. I’ll heat up the food.”

“K.” Madara’s getting up, stripping himself of his jacket to round the corner upstairs.

The energy is nice. It’s very nice. They were smiling

Tobirama didn’t think they’d get here ever. To this point of smiling at each other for no reason. He was ok dying knowing his last words to Madara were filled with hate.

Now? He’s going to save this fucking marriage.

Chapter Text

Tobirama had been waiting for Madara downstairs all day. He made lunch, spent hours rolling sushi and marinating and frying fish for his husband to eat something. He was washing up a few dishes after cooking, and the longer he waited the more the irritation began to settle in.

“What is he doing up there? Go check!” Tobirama orders the ghost. Izuna gives him a look that screams nothing but defiance.

“You can’t boss me around! Who do you think you are?”

“He’s probably up there smoking. I should confront him about it and get this over with.” Tobirama lets the own fall in the sink. Has Izuna been tangible he would’ve been splashed with oily water.

“Easy, Tobirama, don’t be pushy. If he is smoking let him for now.”

“It’s unhealthy for him. He should know that best.” Tobirama’s sympathy began be to replaced by annoyance. Why was Madara so difficult? Why couldn’t he just talk instead of smoke?

“But if it’s an addiction, than he needs to be supported and not yelled at.” Izuna follows closely after Tobirama as he walks up the stairs.

“He’s been up there long enough.” Tobirama growls, rounding the corner. He crosses the distance to his bedroom with a seething anger. He made lunch, Madara should eat. He shouldn’t be smoking anymore if he’s making an effort to change, right?

“Tobirama, don’t yell at him! You think he wants to smoke?”

Tobirama ignored Izuna’s pleas and the ghost covered his mouth as Tobirama stormed into their shared bedroom with a booming voice.

“What are you doing up here?” Tobirama asked, a violently accusatory tone in his voice. Madara flicked his cigarette in the window.

“Nothing.”

“You need to cut that out, you’ll get yourself sick if you keep smoking! You’re not getting younger for you to stop caring about your body.”

“Oh no.” Izuna lets his head fall in his hands as his days of effort goes to waste in just a few seconds.

“Who the fuck are you? It’s my money, if I want to buy cigarettes I can.”

“Well smoking will kill you, don’t you know that? Didn’t you claim you were at the top of your class?”

“Shut up, Tobirama! Go back downstairs and shut up!” Izuna grabs him. End this while he can.

“Put that out and come down to eat! Your food is getting cold!”

“Oh, I’m not eating with you, you’re being a cunt?”

“Excuse me?” Tobirama gets closer, his fists balling up in anger. Izuna quickly runs into the room. His brother came see him and it would be pointless to try to diffuse Tobirama. He’s already there.

“I spent all morning cooking for you, and I’m a cunt?”

“I didn’t ask you to cook for me!” Sometimes that’s what’s Tobirama loved about Madara. He never shrunk from him. Never just stayed quiet and took his verbal assault. Madara was just as lethal with his words.

“You don’t have to ask, I was hungry too!”

“Oh, so It just happened to be enough for me, perfect.” Madara rolled his eyes.” What, you’ll force me to eat?” He challenged.

“If I fucking have to, I will.”

“Try me.” Madara leaves his cigarette in the window sill.” I know your little bullshit act wouldn’t last long, you don’t love me.”

“I do love you, but maybe if you’d just listen to me, and do what I tell you to do we wouldn’t argue.”

“So I’m supposed to blindly do whatever you say. Yeah, alright.”

“Tobirama!” Izuna yells just to shut him up.” Look at what you’re doing! You’re back at square one!”

“I want…I want you to eat, you’ve been sleeping and then you didn’t even eat breakfast.”

“Gently.” Izuna placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m worried about you.”

“You’re not worried about me, you just admitted you want to control me!”

Tobirama gears up to raise his voice again and Izuna grabs his shirt.

“Gently.” Izuna tells him. Izuna desperately tries to make Tobirama see what he’s doing to his marriage. This is how it starts, this is how they get here.

Tobirama takes a deep breath and softens his voice.

“I don’t want to control you-“

“You just said it! And I supposed to be some submissive dog to you!” Madara isn’t calming down, and that only seems to make Tobirama upset.

“One of you has to be calm.” Izuna keeps in his ear.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” Tobirama really tried to keep his tone in check but as Madara for closer, shoving a hand into his chest to push his husband back, Tobirama almost snapped.

“This is why I smoke, I can’t stand you! You are a miserable man, Tobirama!”

“I’m sorry-“

“Why did I even marry you?”

“No.” Izuna points a finger.” Do not,Tobirama. Relax. Walk away. You both need a minute away from each other.”

Fuck that. Everyone will feel it.

“Why did you marry me? Did I fuck you that good or did you actually like me?”

“Tobirama.” Izuna is trying to push the taller man back but he stays firm in his stance.” Please don’t fight! How did this turn into a fight!”

“You are a bitch, Madara. I’m miserable? Take a look at yourself!”

“Fuck you!”

“Yeah, fuck you too! I should’ve known trying to make this work with you was a mistake. You’re impossible!”

“You came in here and started with me! I don’t move just because you want me to move Tobirama! I will smoke as I please.”

“You’re going to cut that out.”

“I said I will smoke as I please! It’s the only way I can….stand being in this fucking house.”

“Then leave! What’s stopping you? Get the fuck out!” Tobirama snapped.” I could care less if you stay or go, you’ll hate me all the same.” Tobirama pushes him to the edge.

Madara gets up quick, and pushes Tobirama, then he grabs his shirt and pulls him down.

To kiss?

Tobirama is shocked for a second but as Madara pushes up against him, his anger burns into lust, hooking his arms under Madara’s legs and pressing him against the wall.

“Stop it!” Izuna hits Tobirama’s back with his fists.” Cut it out! You were just angry at each other.

“Get out.” Tobirama growls against his lips.

“This is my house, I’m not going anywhere. You fucking leave. You left last time.” Madara pulls his hair as Tobirama attacks his throat, biting harshly, hard enough to leave red angry marks at the brink of drawing blood.

Like he wanted to hurt him. Like he wanted to sink into his skin and tear out his throat like a big cat.

“You are so damn mouthy.” Tobirama fully bites his shoulder, leading them both to the bed and dropping Madara on it.

His body bounces, hair disheveled as he looks up at Tobirama with a hatred that came be replicated.

“Use your mouth for something else for a change. Instead of running it.” Tobirama said maliciously.

“Kill yourself.” Madara spits.

“You first.” Tobirama cuts back. He grabs Madara’s thighs and pulls him down the bed a bit, then works on getting his sweats off.

“I’m not watching this.” Izuna rolls his eyes, turning away from them to phase through the door. He’s pissed, yes, but at least the yelling and the tension in the air stopped.

Madara sat at the edge of the bed, kicking his sweats off of his legs as he stroked his lips up Tobirama’s cock.

It’s been years. Ages since he felt this mouth slobber over him. Madara’s mouth is always sopping wet, dribbling with spit like a hungry dog. Enough to take him down with ease.

He gagged at first, obviously out of practice as Tobirama thrusted into his mouth.

Quickly he adapted, flattening his tongue and opening his throat. He swallowed around him, pitch black eyes like he’s staring into the depths of hell itself.

“Make sure it’s wet. That’s all you’re getting.” Tobirama threatened but he was being dead serious.

The blush that spread across Madara’s cheeks was ethereal. His brows furrowed in, his eyes softened as he bobbed his head.

He sucked him off like he was hungry. Finding Tobirama’s thighs and holding onto them as he shoved him down his throat.

It was good, he tasted so good, the bits of white brushes against his nose. The way he slid down his throat and filled it full and nice.

His smell. His fucking scent made his eyes roll back painfully. Tobirama held his face, guided him forward and back and then held his head there. As deep as he could, held him tight.

Madara choked, gagged awfully and opened his mouth to breathe.

“You’re out of practice. I haven’t trained this throat in a looong time.” Tobirama chuckled.

Madara whines, pushing softly against his thighs until Tobirama loosened his grip.

Tobirama lets him up, angles his chin so he can look at his teary eyes and wet mouth, strings of spit on his top and bottom lip. He looks a mess. A fucking mess.

“You want something?”

“Fuck you.” Madara rasps. His voice says something completely different than his eyes.

His eyes scream fuck me. Use me, destroy me, take me. Hit me, bite me, claim me, make me yours, fuck me until I shut the fuck  up and act right.

“Yeah? Turn over.”

Tobirama didn’t even bother to pull his boxers down his legs. He pulls Madara’s down to the middle of his thighs, and then pushes on his upper back, pushes his face down into the bed.

He doesn’t prepare him. He knows what Madara does in his free time. Slowly, he taps his spit slicked cock over his hole. Watches him squirm and buck back. Listens to his little needy whines.

“Put it in.” He breathes, grabbing the sheets tightly. He tried to look back at Tobirama, failed as his eyes roll back, mouth opening up and the most raspy, cock drunk moan leaves his lips.

Skin on skin, feels his thigh clap against his, hips to ass. Rough hands holding him down.

He can’t move. He can hardly fucking breathe. He turns his head into the bed and moans into the sheets, lets them muffle out his moans.

“Come on, fuck me.” Madara rocks his hips, hisses as Tobirama pulls out and claps back into him.

” Oh fuck!” Madara curses, fists balled, knuckles white as his nails burrow into his palm.

Tobirama doesn’t even think. He just fucks him. Watching his hair bounce with every thrust, his ass jiggle, he doesn’t remember his ass being this delicious. Soft and plump with every hit.

He’s been working out? Not sure. He pulls him back into every thrust.

Madara is completely stiff as if he was going to come on the spot. He didn’t move an inch, his back straight as an arrow.

“Oh god!” He pleads.” Fuck me…” squeaked out softly. He hasn’t caught his breath properly.

Tobirama could smell his hair. He smelt different. He felt different.

He was tight. Gripped him like he didn’t want him to pull out. Squeezing around him every time he was pulling out. Begging him to stay in his warmth.

“Hmm, you like it baby?”

“Fuck you!” He cries into the bed.

“Say that again.” Tobirama yanks him up by his hair, right in his first as if he’d pull it out.” Say it again, I’ll stop right now and make you fuck yourself with your pathetic fingers.”

“No, no, no…don’t be mean to me.” He cries.” Don’t be mean.” He reaches back to where Tobirama is holding his hair. It hurts, it burns so good but it hurts.

Tobirama takes it away, fucks him hard enough to where that pain doesn’t matter. Fucks him until Madara is reaching back and pushing at his waist, hitting him.

He’s going to come. Spill all over the freshly washed sheets. Spill in it like lava.

“Right there, right there!”

“I didn’t forget.”

That was it. Madara squirmed down into the bed, the sound that left his lips was indescribable. Something Tobirama’s never heard from him.

And then he collapsed, let Tobirama use his hole as he pleased and come in his belly. Fill him up to his satisfaction.

They were quiet for a minute. Just breathing, Tobirama rubbing his hands down Madara’s back, soothing where he pressing his full body weight on.

He wouldn’t be surprised if Madara was covered in bruises beneath his shirt.

“You’re coming to eat?”

“Yeah.” Madara replied softly.” I just need a minute.”

“I’ll bring it to you. You need a drink?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t move when Tobirama got off of him. Laid there with his eye’s closed.

-

“I hope you’re proud of yourself.” Izuna scolds him like he’s a disgusting rat.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you right now.”

“That’s not how a healthy relationship works! You can’t just threaten each other and then fuck!” Izuna screams. He was so irritated, no one was listening to him!

“Why not?”

Izuna opened his mouth to answer but Tobirama already turned off the kitchen light and went out. He had two plates and a can of soda. When he came up the cigarette was put out and Madara was laying in bed like an angel.

Almost too peaceful. He gave him his plate and got under the blankets next to him. There’s a mess, but that can be handled later tonight.

Tobirama turns on the game system and hands Madara the controller. Madara takes it and he starts playing. Tobirama liked watching him play. It was calming. They ate in a silence that wasn’t full of tension and hate. It was actually nice.