Madara:

Afterwards, Hashirama stood in the kitchen to fry rice for us, clad in only trousers. I had taken a hoodie from his closet that engulfed me, and sneaked up behind him, putting my arms around him, closing my eyes, breathing his smell in, enjoying his rock-hard back muscles underneath my face.

"Don'w run away from me", I murmured.

"I won't", he said, turning round, taking me into his arms. "I can't." He planted a kiss on the top of my forehead.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed, thinking for a while. "Because I've fallen in love with you."

I looked up at him. "Hashi..."

He placed his lips on mine and kissed me slowly, oh so agonisingly slowly, as our rice burned.

Hashirama:

Madara started staying at my place. It was wonderful, waking up to him each morning, getting ready for university together. He was a feast to spend time with from day to day, bringing an energy to my home that had never been there. He always snuck up and hugged me from behind when I was cooking, he came with cups of coffee for me when I was studying, he playfully nudged me when we stood together brushing our teeth in the evenings and mornings.

I was blissfully happy.

The first time we went to uni together, in my car, he suddenly became shy when he was going to step out in the parking lot.

"What?" I asked.

"You... You sure you don't mind? I mean, I know what people think of me. Do you really want to be seen with me?

I looked at him for a long, long time. My face was stern, my eyebrows furrowed. In the end, I decided I couldn't use words to say what I wanted I say, so instead I stepped out, opened the passenger door to where Madara sat, pulled him out, took his face in my hands and kissed him, in the parking lot, which was full of people who's faces literally dropped to the ground. When I had finished kissing him, I took his hand in a strong grip, locked the car and walked through the masses of law students, proudly holding Madara's hand.

Madara:

I was blushing like mad, looking down, but inside, my heart was singing. Hashirama was showing me off as if I was a prize, not seeming to care what other people thought at all. Outside my lecture hall, he stopped, put a finger underneath my chin.

"Shall I pick you up at three?"

"Y- yes..." I nodded enthusiastically, still a little unused to this new situation.

Hashirama planted a kiss on my lips and left, his polished black shoes muffled by the staring groups of students, his black trousers enhancing his long legs, his olive shirt neatly pressed against his back.

Shit, he's hot...

We conditued the entire semester in a total bliss. We talked, we studied, we fucked, we lived. And Hashirama didn't run. I spoke to Hannah a lot about it, and she was very encouraging, suggesting I tried this new part of my life out, that I tried out what happened if I trusted Hashirama. And he was nothing but good to me.

And he allowed me to explore my sexuality in a way I'd never done before. I would never forget that time in lecture for as long as I lived. Hashirama had been away for a week on a trip he'd been granted a scholarship for to participate in court in one of the most highly regarded courtrooms in the country. The day he came back, we had planned on meeting at his place after university to catch up on some... Well, fucking. But in the middle of my first afternoon lecture, the door to the theater opened with a loud creak, and there stood Hashirama.

"Mr Senju, what can I help you with?" The lecturer smiled warmly at him.

"I need to borrow my boyfriend. It's important."

I choked on my own saliva and started coughing like mad, hiding my face in my hands. Hannah, who sat next to me, snorted and patted my back, desperately clearing her throat over and over to hide how close she was to bursting out laughing.

"Mr Uchiha?" Why did he know it was me? "Yes, you may borrow him, but only because it's you, Mr Senju."

"Thank you, professor."

Of course, I sat in the middle of the fucking lecture theatre, so half of the row had to stand up to have me pass by, my head cast down, blushing like mad. Of course, I stumbled on someone's rucksack and fell down on the floor at one point, to the sniggering of my classmates. I could hear Hannah hiccup. Fuck me...

When I came to the door, Hashirama was smiling a crooked smile. But there was something else in his eyes as well... Something primitive. Something hungry.

"You are so fucking cute..." he murmured so no-one could hear. He grabbed me harshly and started pulling me with him.

"Hashi, where are we going?" I laughed. "I haven't seen you for a week and then-"

"You know I fell in love with you that day you fell down on your cute little ass in the courtroom?"

"Oh, don't remind me! Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to the bathroom stall and I'm fucking you senseless."

Whatever I had expected, it wasn't this. I didn't even have time to contemplate before he pushed me inside the toilets, pushing me into a stall and locking the door behind us.

"Mmm..." I moaned.

"Shh", Hashirama whispered, putting his index to my lips. I licked it, looking him straight into his eyes, causing them to glitter. "I saw two stalls were locked. There are people here. We need to be quiet."

He pinned my hands up to the wall sensually and started kissing me deeply, pulling at my hair. "Shit, I missed you", he murmrured, pulling down my trousers, then his, letting our erections rub together.

"Hahh..." I sighed, and Hashirama immediately captured my lips, preventing me from uttering further sounds. Instead, my knees buckled underneath me so he had to capture me, lifted me up into his arms as if I were light as a feather, and placed his drenched tip at my opening. Connecting our noses, looking me deep into my eyes and by doing so commanding me to remain silent, he pushed himself deep within me. I had to bite down on my hand, shutting my eyes closed.

"So fucking sweet", he murmured into my ear and started jumping me on his dick.

At this, he also started struggling remaining quiet, and he leaned his forehead on my chest as I started helping him by jumping myself. It didn't even take us ten seconds before we spilled ourselves, convulsing of held-back screams, desperately kissing to silence our mouths, and finally, he slumped to his knees, spent, exhausted, and we clung to each other's wet, sticky bodies.

"I haven't scared you away, have I?" he asked, putting a string of my hair behind my ear. "You still wanna come over? I'm sorry if I was too harsh, I just-"

I silenced him with a kiss. "Hush, silly. Of course I'm coming over. You can't stop me."

Hashirama slumped with relief.

And I realised exactly how much Hashirama wanted this.

How much he wanted me.

Wanted us.

And it would be the same evening when our conversation would lead to a place that neither of us had expected, to a spiraling despair that engulfed us, consumed us, chewed us up and spit us out.

It would be the conversation that led to an action that terminated us as a whole.

It would only take some time for us to notice.