It's storming outside. Hashirama is with Madara and they're home, peacefully doing some paperworks. Yet Hashirama is losing his mind, not because of the paperworks, but because of Madara.

Fluff. Some NSFW content.

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Konoha was rarely visited by storms. However, if one does occur, it usually stays for several days. The sky would be very dark and heavy rain would pour almost nonstop. Not a single person would dare to go outside and walk on the streets and even almost all establishments would be closed.

Just like today.

Hashirama was in his home. It was storming outside and he didn't need to go to the Hokage Tower, but that didn't mean that he did not have to work. Tobirama made sure that no time would be wasted—before the storm hit Konoha yesterday, he took home all the bunch of paperworks on Hashirama's desk. There was really no escaping Tobirama, much to his older brother's dismay.

Luckily, Madara was with him. The Uchiha went to the Senju Compound last night to hand him a report because he didn't see Hashirama in the Hokage's office. The rain poured heavily with occasional thunders and lightning when he was about to leave and go home and so, Hashirama insisted he should stay for the night instead.

Madara wasn't afraid of any thunder or lightning and he knew he could go home safely, but he also knew that Izuna would scold him for being that stubborn so as to walk outside under this serious weather.

In other words, Madara stayed.

It's almost midnight now. He and Hashirama was sitting on the couch in the living room, a scroll in hand and a pen in the other. Hashirama decided to move here from his home office when he felt his shoulders stiffen due to several hours of sitting. Madara was the sitting beside him on the couch, helping him with the paperworks.

Madara's full attention was on the scroll he was holding. On the other hand, Hashirama couldn't concentrate on what he's doing. It was probably due to the fact that his boyfriend was sitting beside him, wearing his—Hashirama's—clothes and looks very...irresistible.

Hashirama stole a few glances. He wasn't sure if Madara was consciously biting and sucking his own lower lip, as if teasing him. Hashirama swore that if Madara would continue the said act, he might just lose control.

"Madara..." he called out rather breathlessly, effectively catching the Uchiha's attention.

Madara perked up and gave him a look which meant that he's listening.

"N—Nothing," Hasirama mumbled. Madara slightly raised a brow, but after a few seconds of quiescence, he decided to shrug it off. Both of them went back to what they're doing.

Almost half an hour passed in silence until Hashirama noticed that Madara was doing it again—sucking his own lower lip, which from the Senju's point of view was in a very seductive manner.

"Madara."

As if the whole 'biting his own lower lip' wasn't enough, Madara looked at him while he was tucking his hair behind his ear, giving Hashirama those captivating bedroom eyes.

Hashirama stopped breathing.

He wasn't sure if Madara was teasing him, but if he ever was, he's certainly succeeding.

He used to do that to Madara—tucking his hair behind his ear. Some of the unruly raven locks always covered a portion of Madara's face and Hashirama would tuck Madara's hair behind his ear so that he could see his face entirely. The Uchiha had always hated it though. He said he wasn't a girl who needed that kind of gesture.

"Hey idiot. Why are you looking at me like that?" Madara snapped. Hashirama was staring at him for a while now.

The brunet was brought back to reality from the dirty thoughts that crossed his mind. "Huh? What, what do you mean?!"

Madara raised his brow and pointed his index finger at Hashirama's mouth. "What do you mean 'what do I mean'? You're staring at me and you're drooling!"

Red dusted Hashirama's cheeks. He quickly wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. (Confirmed: he was indeed drooling.)

"It's your fault, actually."

"My fault?!" Madara was exasperated.

"Yeah," Hashirama answered simply. In one swift motion, he pushed Madara, making him lie on his back on the couch. Hashirama hovered on top of him, practically throwing himself at him as his lips locked with his own.

However, Madara was quick to push him away. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Uhm, just expressing how much I love you?" Hashirama stated as a matter-of-factly before he leaned down to kiss him again.

The Senju pouted and looked at him with puppy eyes when Madara pushed him away completely. Madara thought Hashirama looks adorable like this, but he would never admit it.

"This is your living room," Madara reminded, stating the obvious which Hashirama seemed to have forgotten. However, Hashirama clearly got the wrong idea about what he actually meant by that.

The brunet got up from the couch and grabbed his hand. "Let's go to the bedroom then."

"Hashirama, your brother is just in the next room," Madara reasoned and sighed, but he became pliant and also got off the couch.

"Don't worry, we'll keep it down. Besides, I don't think he will hear us through the heavy rain pouring outside," Hashirama explained, his eyebrows rising and falling repeatedly, added with the mischievous grin displayed on his lips.

Despite the enthusiastic persuasion, Madara still had his doubts. He was about to argue when Hashirama suddenly carried him bridal style.

"Hey, put me down!" Madara wanted to yell but he was worried that Tobirama might wake up. Hashirama just smirked as he walked hurriedly and made a beeline to his bedroom with Madara in his arms. Throughout the whole path, rich profanities escaped from Madara's mouth. Hashirama only chuckled. He knew that if Madara doesn't want this, he could have gotten down by himself already.

They reached the bedroom. He gently dropped Madara on his bed. He took off his own shirt before getting on top of him.

"You idiot," Madara said, but he was smirking this time. He propped up his upper body with his elbows as he reached to kiss Hashirama. There's a smile on Hashirama's lips as he kissed him back.

Hashirama tugged Madara's shirt and pulled it to take it off him. He kissed him passionately as he was fumbling on the rest of Madara's clothing.

"Ow!" Madara pushed him away suddenly.

"No biting, Senju!"

Hashirama smirked slyly as he wiped Madara's blood on his own lower lip with his thumb. "Sorry," he said, but looking at that face, Madara knew that he's not sorry at all.

Hashirama leaned down then placed a kiss on his lips before he proceeded to his neck. He kissed every inch of his skin. Madara moaned his name when he bit and sucked certain spots.

Madara put his hand in Hashirama's hair and gently tugged it. He soon started moving his hips against Hashirama's, making the Senju groan. Hashirama trailed kisses on his chest and purposely paused at one of his nipples. He circled it with his tongue before lightly sucking on it, causing Madara to moan breathlessly while Hashirama's fingers were busy on the other.

They had three rounds before they got exhausted and drifted off to sleep. That shinobi stamina of theirs was really something.

The next late morning, Hashirama left his bedroom as Madara was taking a shower. He saw Tobirama sleeping on the couch in the living room. It made him wonder why his younger brother didn't sleep in his own bedroom instead.

Hashirama tiptoed so as not to wake him up but it was futile as the albino already opened his eyes. Hashirama paused on his tracks and asked, "Why are you sleeping here, Tobirama?"

A deep frown appeared on Tobirama's face. He yawned and stretched his arms. "I don't know, anija. Maybe it's because two lovebirds were being loud and noisy last night that I can't even sleep in my own room," he replied sarcastically.

"Oh" was the only word Hashirama could say.

-End-

I'm thinking of writing a part two of 'Something to Look Forward to'.

And of course, it's gonna be a smut 😆

Should I??

[Edit: There's a part two of 'Something to Look Forward to' ^^]