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Izuna held his back straight as he walked down the aisle, trying to ignore all the eyes on him and only look straight forward towards the man waiting for him at the altar. It wasn’t the first time he met Hashirama, but each time it had been with their clans present or with his brother Madara and while Izuna had been instantly fascinated by the older man, he still didn’t know his future mate.

The temple was full with members of the Senju and Uchiha clans as well as important members of other clans, more people than Izuna had expected but a part of him wished that it could have just been him and Hashirama and a few witnesses. With Hashirama being the Hokage and one of the founders of the village, Izuna should have known this wouldn’t be the case. He almost stumbled when he reached the steps leading up to the altar but big hands on his waist quickly balanced him and Izuna deeply inhaled the rich scent of an alpha.

His alpha.

“Be careful,” Hashirama said, voice pitched low, for Izuna’s ears only. “We’ve got so many people we don’t even know here to see us get married. Don’t wanna disappoint them.”

Izuna almost burst out laughing at that, biting down on his lower lip as they faced the priest. He was nervous, that much was sure, but he also knew that he was lucky to get married to someone like Hashirama. The alpha was strong, caring and good-hearted.

That the Senju’s had chosen Izuna was a big surprise for him. He had heard that Hashirama would marry a princess of the Uzumaki clan.

“Thank you, he mumbled, smiling when Hashirama reached out to tangle their fingers together.

“We are gathered here today, to unite alpha Hashirama Senju and omega Izuna Uchiha in mateship. This union will bind together two influential clans, and two strong people. I am proud to stand before each and every one of you today.”

Izuna tried to look at the priest and not his future mate, but it was easier said than done.
“Alpha Hashirama, do you take omega Izuna as your mate, to care for him and protect him. To be with him for the rest of your days?”

“I do,” Hashirama said, his voice strong and sure and there was a smile on his lips when he looked down at Izuna.

“Omega Izuna, do you take alpha Hashirama as your mate, to care for him and protect him. To be with him for the rest of your days.”

“I do,” Izuna said, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“I now pronounce you mates. You may now leave your marks.”

Hashirama leaned in first, his lips barely brushing Izuna before he continued down to bite down where Izuna’s neck connected to his shoulder. The pain was sharp and intense, making Izuna cry out and cling to his mate but the pain soon faded away into pure pleasure when Hashirama soothingly licked at the mark.

“Your turn, mark me,” Hashirama whispered against his skin.

So Izuna bit down on the graceful expanse of neck presented for him. He could tell the moment everything changed, the world around him shattering, only to be reformed into something new. Something where Hashirama became the center of everything and Izuna pulled in a shaky breath as he clung to his new mate.

“That was intense,” Hashirama mumbled. “I didn’t know it would be like that.”

His hands were still on Izuna’s hips, holding him close and Izuna wasn’t sure he’d be able to pull away from Hashirama ever again.

“Me neither,” Izuna said, tilting his head in for a kiss and the audience watching them didn’t matter anymore.

To the cheers of the onlookers, Hashirama led Izuna down the aisle, one arm around Izuna’s shoulders. The moment they stepped outside they were met by an even bigger crowd and Izuna had to bite back a smile when Hashirama growled and pulled him in even closer. Izuna was not happy that they had to attend the reception, but some things were tradition and he knew there was no way for them to get out of it.
They just had to suffer through it.

“Think we can head out now?” Hashirama asked, his nose pressed up right under Izuna’s ear and Izuna groaned at the sensation.
“Someone will notice,” Izuna pointed out.
“I really don’t care.”

Izuna didn’t care either, not when his entire body was all too aware of the way Hashirama smelled, his warm body pressed up against Izuna’s and their minds getting more and more tangled together with every minute they spent together. Izuna had looked forward to the mating, but nothing could have prepared him for the way it felt to be mated. It was more intense than he could ever have expected and he had a fleeting suspicion that he and Hashirama might be a better match than anyone could have imagined.

“Let’s get out of here,” Izuna agreed.

They got up, arms still wrapped around one another and Hashirama felt a blush creep up his cheeks when there were loud cheers and catcalls guiding their way out of the big banquet hall. The moment they got into the house, Izuna found himself pressed against the wall and Hashirama’s tongue pushed in between his lips, hands already tugging at his clothes. Izuna groaned, pushing himself closer to Hashirama and he could feel his own pleasure mirrored and enhanced by Hashirama’s, pushing higher and higher until Izuna felt intoxicated with it.

By the time the door pinged and opened, Izuna’s shirt was halfway off and Hashirama’s pants unbuckled. Getting to their room wasn’t the easiest thing, not when neither of them was prepared to pull away, but somehow they managed to get the door open and they almost fell into the suite.

“Bedroom, now,” Hashirama groaned, pulling Izuna with him.

The suite they had been given was huge, soft couches and spectacular views of the village but Izuna noticed none of that. All he could focus on was the way Hashirama’s hands felt on his body when they peeled out of the last of their clothes and finally were naked. Izuna soon found himself pushed down on the big bed and his legs parted, almost of their own accord. He wanted Hashirama more than he had ever wanted anyone before and his fears about losing his virginity on his wedding night had faded with the first press of Hashirama’s teeth against his skin.

Izuna was wet, more than he had ever been before, his mating having kick started his first ever heat and he cried out when Hashirama wasted no time before getting down on his knees between Izuna’s spread legs.

“You just lay there, baby,” Hashirama mumbled against the sensitive skin of Izuna’s hip. “Let me take care of you.”

“Please,” Izuna whimpered and Hashirama grinned up at him before moving further down.

His mate trailed kisses down the inside of Izuna’s thighs, combining them with soft bites that made Izuna tremble with how good it felt. It was nothing compared to how it felt when Hashirama’s tongue met Izuna’s wet hole, pushing inside and licking up the slick. Izuna had touched himself, putting fingers inside but it couldn’t compare to the way it felt when Hashirama’s tongue circled his clit.
He moved one of his hands to spread Izuna open again before leaning forward and running his tongue over the wet heat.

“F-fuck!” Izuna gasped, a hand immediately moving to tangle in Hashirama’s hair. Holy shit, that was intense. Hashirama smirked up at him. That look alone was almost enough to make Izuna cum. He pushed Hashirama back against him. He wanted that smirking mouth back where it was a moment ago.

Izuna felt Hashirama’s breath against him as he chuckled. He consented to Izuna’s silent request, using the tip of his tongue to circle around Izuna’s clit for a moment before wrapping his lips around it and giving it a gentle suck.

“Alpha ..!” Izuna keened, his toes curling. He threw his head back, giving up on trying to hold himself up on one elbow and letting his back hit the bed. He felt Hashirama release his clit, running his tongue down to his entrance. He licked inside him, causing Izuna to gasp and moan. His tongue was absolutely wicked as it moved inside him.

The young Uchiha’s knees squeezed around Hashirama head for a moment before Hashirama’s free hand came up and gently pried one away. Izuna tried to relax his legs, but they continued to shake.

Hashirama fucked him on his tongue for a moment before dragging it back to Izuna’s clit. He pulled away for only a second to quickly suck two of his fingers, getting them wet before slowly sliding his middle finger inside the younger man, resuming his work on Izuna’s clit with his tongue.

He flicked his tongue against it quickly, eyes on Izuna’s body as the omega writhed under his ministrations, releasing sounds he didn’t even know he could make. Each gasp, moan, or squeak Izuna released only encouraged Hashirama further.

Izuna was panting, one hand gripping Hashirama’s hair, the other gripping the sheets. His legs tensed. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep them open, so Izuna released the sheets in favor of grabbing one of his legs behind his knee and lifting it up.

He felt Hashirama’s hand grip the back of his thigh, keeping it in place.
Again wrapping his lips around Izuna’s clit and running his tongue over it, savoring him. Hashirama removed his finger long enough to slip a second one in beside it, pumping it in and out of Izuna’s body.

Izuna groaned, back arching off the bed. His eyes were closed, and behind his lids, he could see the fucking cosmos. He let go of his leg now that Hashirama was supporting it.

He panted as Hashirama played his body like an instrument, soft whimpers leaving him every time Hashirama gave a particularly rough suck or thrust of his fingers.

Izuna rolled his hips against Hashirama’s mouth and hand, unable to keep himself still. He could feel his legs trembling, a warmth quickly engulfing him. He felt himself crescendoing, rushing towards that peak.

“¡Alpha Oh my God, fuck!” Izuna couldn’t finish his sentence, but Hashirama seemed to understand what he was asking anyway. He curled the fingers he had buried inside him, hitting that sweet spot inside him.
The sensation was overwhelming, leaving Izuna bucking his hips wildly.
Hashirama repeated the motion once more, and that was it. Izuna practically screamed as he came, his entire body trembling before tensing completely.

Izuna could feel his walls pulsing against the fingers still inside him as his climax rocked his body. Hashirama stilled his hand but continued to flick his tongue over Izuna’s clit as he rode out his orgasm.

After a moment, Izuna began to writhe, overstimulated and panting. He used the grip he still had on Hashirama’s hair to pull him away from his cunt.

“Sssstop, stop, too much..!” He gasped, words slurring just a bit. Hashirama allowed himself to be pulled back, carefully pulling his fingers out of Izuna’s body. He watched as the pulsing of Izuna’s hole slowed, his body still twitching a bit as he came down. Hashirama loves it. Loves the way the omega comes undone so easily under his hands.

When Hashirama straightens, Izuna’s eyes catch on him. His gaze drags over the broad expanse of his chest, tanned and solid, the Senju is absolutely handsome. Izuna’s breath hitches, his gaze snagging on Hashirama’s cock, standing thick, flushed, and impossibly hard. The tip is an angry, dark red, already dripping pearly beads from the slit.

“I need you to knot me,” Izuna whimpered. “Please, Hashirama. Mate. I need it so much.”

He couldn’t be the only one feeling desperate, and he was proven right when Hashirama knelt up between his legs, circling long fingers around his cock and Izuna couldn’t tear his gaze away. Not until Hashirama gave Izuna’s hips a small nudge and Izuna knew right away what his mate wanted, what they both needed. Getting up on his hands and knees felt right and that feeling was even better when Hashirama’s hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back. For a moment he felt a finger brush against his hole, but before he could protest the finger was removed and Izuna felt the first blunt pressure of Hashirama’s cock.

“Let me in,” Hashirama demanded, his hands warm and firm on Izuna’s hips. “I’m gonna knot you so good, just relax and let me inside.”

Izuna arched his back, spreading his legs further and it was easy to relax when Hashirama was the one asking him to do so. The next time Hashirama pushed forward, Izuna could feel his body open up and Hashirama slid all the way inside with one smooth thrust. A scream of pure pleasure left Izuna’s lips as he felt his mate filling him up perfectly.

“Wanted you from the first time I saw you, all those years ago even if at the time I didn’t know what it would entail” Hashirama mumbled, keeping still and running one hand up the curve of Izuna’s back. “So beautiful, but I never imagined it to be this good. You fit me so perfectly.”

“Feels so good,” Izuna managed to get out, squeezing down around Hashirama’s dick.

They did fit perfectly together, even Hashirama being still inside him felt amazing and Izuna tried to push back to make him move.

“Thank you, for accepting me as your mate,” Hashirama said, leaning forward to press a kiss towards the mark his teeth had left on Izuna’s skin.

The touch sent sparks of pleasure through Izuna’s body, making a shiver run down his spine.

“Mate,” Izuna groaned when Hashirama pulled back out, the head still keeping Izuna up. “Please, move. I want you to. God, my mate. My alpha.”

At the last word, Hashirama slammed forward, burying himself all the way inside and Izuna’s fingers clutched the sheets as he rocked back against Hashirama’s strong body. Hashirama started moving then, deep thrusts that made Izuna moan each time the Senju bottomed out, feeling himself leaking wetness around the alpha’s hard cock. They were soon lost in the combined pleasure, moving together, and Izuna couldn’t stop himself from crying out each time Hashirama pulled him back on his cock.

“Mine!” Hashirama growled.

“Yours!” Izuna agreed, arching his back and moaning loudly.

Izuna’s arms gave way under him at the first pressure of Hashirama’s knot, and it was only his mates hands on his hips that held him up. Hashirama started moving slowly, circling his hips, and Izuna could feel himself slowly open up. His body was on fire, pure pleasure and the thought of mate, mate, mate the only thing on his mind.
One hand moved up Izuna’s neck, fingers coming to stop on against the bite mark and that small touch was enough to make Izuna relax fully, his body allowing for Hashirama’s knot to push inside.

“Oh god, oh god,” Izuna almost sobbed, whole body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

He could feel Hashirama inside of him, thick bursts of come filling him up and the big knot keeping it firmly in place. Hashirama rocked against him until they both collapsed down on the bed and Izuna whined when the knot pulled at his hole.

“Sorry,” Hashirama mumbled, arranging them so that he was spooned up against Izuna’s back.

It took awhile for Izuna’s breathing to calm down, his body feeling heavy and sated and it became even better when Hashirama licked over the bite mark.

“You said you’ve been wanting me for a long time,” Izuna said once his mind finally cleared up and he could think of the words Hashirama had spoken during the mating. “I thought it was your clan that arranged this?”

He could hear Hashirama chuckle, something that made both their bodies move in the most interesting way.

“Yeah, it’s true. Our clans, this mating is good for both. But I had it arranged because I wanted you.”

Izuna smiled, leaning his head back against Hashirama’s shoulder and Hashirama wrapped his arms tighter around Izuna. He could feel the way their minds were still tangling together, closer and closer, and he realized that the warm feeling in the back of his mind was Hashirama’s contentment.

As far as a wedding night, Izuna thought it was pretty damn perfect.