This fanfic is awfully long (more or less 20 pages people, more or less 20 pages!), so I have decided to divide it into two chapters. The second part with the lemon will be just around the corner ;)
"… What idiots…" Madara snorted, rolling his eyes at his classmates' idioticy.
It was the first day at his chosen subject, philosophy, at the highest rated university. Yes, that's how smart he is. As mentioned, it was the very first day, but the Uchiha was already unimpressed.
RANDOM ANSWER/SENTENCE (one of the other students)
Madara sighed yet again, and clutched his head. It was going to be a long year…
His boredom turned to an annoyed frown, when hearing some random guy in the seat beside him chuckle;
"It's only the first day, and you're already pessimistic, huh? That's a little fast, don't you think so?"
The Uchiha snorted annoyed, and was ready to turn around and teach the person some manners with a hard glare, but the annoyance all disappeared when discovering that the guy was anything than random.
Before him sat the most handsome guy he had ever laid his eyes on.
He was tall (a few inches taller than the Uchiha), muscular, wide shouldered, and was the most delicious coloured tanned brown there existed.
His hair was brown and long. So long that it ran freely and loosely down his back. And his eyes... His eyes were the warmest eyes he had ever seen; deep brown with no hidden expectations behind them.
He was too handsome for his own good.
Madara practically drooled right on the spot.
The stranger's smile stayed in place, the amusement shining clearly in the back of the deep brown eyes, but the reason for its existence had changed.
"Found something interesting?" he asked playfully, successfully snapping the dark haired man out of his drooling.
Madara didn't answer. He just crossed his arms over the chest and hmphed annoyed. The brunette couldn't help himself from smiling even more. The shorter man was just too… interesting!
He extended a hand, which Madara grabbed with slight hesitation.
They were each other's opposites…
They shook hands.
"Uchiha Madara. Nice to meet you…"
"Senju Hashirama. Pleasures all mine."
… but perfect for each other.
They were each others match.
And so they fought. And so they laughed. Friends. Before they knew it, they were inseparable - and deeply in love.
In less than a few weeks their friendship silently developed to something deeper, and it was only a matter of time before one of them took the first step, and that's exactly what the Senju did. He grabbed the Uchiha out of nowhere and kissed him, before asking him out.
And as you probably can all guess; Madara was positive about the idea.
Everything was a pleasant experience, until one day…
-The destined day-
There wasn't one place in neither his nor the Senju's house that the Senju hadn't jumped him. Hashirama had each time sneaked up on him and tried to "force" him down.
And it always happened. No matter what he did to avoid it.
When he was cooking their dinner, the Senju came up behind him. When he was bathing, the Senju came up behind him. When he sat in a corner reading or likely stuff, the Senju came behind him, and whenever he tried to take a nap, the Senju dared lay down on top of him!
He practically couldn't remember the last time the Senju had let him masturbate, alone!
"Stupid, Senju… Think he can do whatever he wants…" Madara growled to himself, as he washed the dishes. He froze when feeling a pair of strong hands on his hips, which not even a second later began to move up and down his sides, caressing.
His frown deepened when a pair of warm and soft lips began tracing the shell of his ear. The lips then found an other target; the Uchiha's neck. As further they went, the more Madara felt himself loosing it.
"Mmm… You're so irresistible, 'Dara…"
Madara didn't react.
Still no answer.
"… 'Dara, what's wrong? Why are you so distant?"
Again; no answer.
"Hmm? What happened to my sexual attention craving boyfriend?" Hashirama asked quietly, while "pressing" the smaller man up against his chest.
"… Nothing. I'm still me. Nothing has changed." Madara finally replied, face impassive. The Senju raised a sceptical eyebrow. "It's true."
The Senju still wasn't convinced.
"Oh? Really?" Madara nodded. "Then why are you rejecting everything I do…?" Hashirama asked quietly. Madara frowned even though he knew what the Senju said was true. He hadn't exactly been as sexual has he had bragged about when they first started dating…
"… I'm not."
"…" Hashirama didn't reply; he just raised an eyebrow. He then titled the Uchiha's head back gently, all close to his face, and then began sucking on it softly yet again.
Madara groaned annoyed at first and tried to shake of the bigger male, but had to give in when his "seme" found his carotid artery. It wasn't fair; the Senju knew his neck was one of his sensitive spots.
The Senju smirked against his ear. He then pulled the smaller man closer, and began nibbling on sensitive skin (the earlobe). To his pleasure, he earned another groan from the beauty caught in his arms.
"H-Hashirama…!" Madara groaned, but in reality he tried tell the taller man to get of.
Pleased with the reaction, he continued on the game, hoping to get further than usual. Now extremely eager, he grabbed the Uchiha around the legs, threw him over the shoulder, and carried him down the hallway to his bedroom.
"H-hey…! Senju! Put me down! Senju!" Madara growled over and over, as he hit the Senju on the back with his fits. They both knew what would happen, so what was the point? Why try? "Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!"
To make a long story short; even though they had been together for months and Madara was practically sex-obsessed, they hadn't had sex yet. They had tried many, many, many times, but whenever they were close, so close, the Uchiha would get cold feet and cut the strings.
The thing was; Madara was a proud, beautiful, clever and dominant person, who happened to do everything he ever did perfectly, and was always seme. That was until he met Hashirama, who turned his sex-life completely opposite down.
A new change in life he couldn't accept. At all.
And that's exactly how the situation was, when Hashirama more or less ten minutes later tried to make the Uchiha coat his fingers in saliva. It was pretty much the furthest they had ever really gone and everything was positive, at least in the Senju's eyes, until -
"Ow…!" Hashirama "cried", clutching his hand. He frowned when realizing what it was covered in. Blood. Damn the Uchiha had some of a strong jaw…
Talking about the Uchiha…
Hashirama took his eyes from his hand for a moment to look at said raven. Madara sat in the opposite end of the bed in a corner, pressed up again the wall with his head hanging.
"… 'Dara?" the Senju asked quietly. No answer. Hashirama crawled across the bed to where the Uchiha sat, sat down in front of him and cupped the Uchiha's cheek, caressing it softly. Madara twitched at the warm touch.
"Hashirama…" He hated appearing weak… He hated it, he really hated it!
"Shh… Relax, 'Dara. We'll stay at second base until you're ready. I won't pressure you anymore."
'Until you're ready…'
The words you use to reassure somebody that the sex can wait until they're ready, no pressure.
They were so wrong and sickening in when it came to him, but yet still so true. The truth was sickening. He was sickening…
And then it happened; nausea spread from his stomach and up. He clutched his mouth, suddenly feeling ill, sickeningly ill.
… He was actually failing at one of the (many) things he was best at.
… One of the few important things in his life.
… A thing he mastered from the very first second.
… He was failing… failing at life!
Clutching his stomach in pain, he jolted up from the spot on the bed, surprising Hashirama in the process, and ran out of the room – running straight for the bathroom.
"… Madara…?" Hashirama called after him dumbfounded, as he watched the Uchiha retreat. Walking to the bathroom, he found Madara with his head down the toilet – the actual toilet – puking up his guts.
Hashirama shook his head worriedly, but stayed quietly nonetheless. He just grasped the Uchiha's long thick and spiky hair in attempt to keep it from getting dirty – something he knew Madara would appreciate.
"… T-thanks…" Madara gasped between rasping sounds of disgust and puking. Hashirama smiled in response and then started stroking his Uchiha comfortably on the back, soothing him.
-Ten minutes later-
"… Feeling any better?" Hashirama asked softly with a big hint of worry in his voice. Madara groaned frustrated. Oh, how he hated being ill…
"Want a glass of water?" Madara shook his head. Hashirama sighed, but ruffled the Uchiha's hair affectionly nonetheless. "I'll go makes us some food." Madara glanced after him with lazy eyes.
-A few hours later-
"Where did Izuna disappear of to…?" Madara asked himself confused, when realizing he hadn't seen the Uchiha all day. "Izuna? Izuna!" he called, as he walked down the corridor to said brother's room.
Opening the door to the younger Uchiha's room, he found said person lying all cuddled up in his Senju's arms asleep on the bed with a pleased and serene smile on his beautiful face.
Madara frowned and closed the door.
"… Why can't I do that?"
-In the Senju's bedroom-
"No." Madara growled, when the Senju tried to pulled him into his arms and spoon him.
"Come on 'Dara, it's just a bit of affectionate contact."
"It's still a no."
"No! Hands off you!"
"No!" the Uchiha growled once again, this time shoving him of for real. "No, no, no! I can't do this… I-I really can't!" Hashirama looked surprised at him. "This… this doesn't work now a-and it won't later; I'm not a couple kind of person… a-and I'm sorry… I can't… I really can't! I'm… I'm sorry!"
With that said; Madara jolted up from the bed and ran out of the door in less than a few seconds. Hashirama looked dumbfounded after him, not understanding what the hell just happened.
He tried to call him the next day, hoping the Uchiha had calmed down enough to wanting to talk about it and try to solve the problems, but he had no such luck.
… The Uchiha didn't answer.
… Nor did he the following day.
… Nor the next, or the ones after that.
That was it. The message was all too clear; it was officially over.
I guess everything was said at the top ;P
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