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Sooo, this one unravels what happened to that 'tomorrow' Madara was talking about. Hashirama really worked hard so we could say that he earned it lol.

Just to be clear, this the continuation of 'Something to Look Forward to'. If you've read it, great! If not, it's still okay! I think you'll not be lost in this one shot because, I even have no excuse, this is 2k+ words of hashimada porn (≧▽≦)

Warning: NSFW content ahead!

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It's not okay that the meeting dragged on for hours until it was late in the night. The meeting that's originally scheduled in the morning was re-scheduled in the afternoon due to an emergency in the Village—there had been a minor accident in the construction of a bridge.

Hashirama literally dragged Madara out of the meeting room once the meeting was adjourned. But before they went out, he didn't forget to say his goodbye to Tobirama, telling him that he's sleeping over at Madara's house for the night. His younger brother allowed it since he'd finished his work for that week.

(And, if Tobirama's being completely honest, he preferred the two to go to Madara's house instead of their—his and Hashirama's—house. Tobirama had a pretty good guess what the two would be doing and he intended to preserve his already stained innocence, thank you.)

"You're really excited about this, aren't you?" Madara asked teasingly as he and Hashirama exited the main door of the Hokage Tower.

"Oh you have no idea," Hashirama chortled. "There are so many things that I want to do with you right now," the Hokage whispered on his ear, his hot breath tingling the sensitive skin making the Uchiha's face heat up.

They reached Madara's house in no time. Fortunately, Izuna was out on a mission so they have the entire house for themselves for tonight.

Hashirama pushed him against the door then hungrily kissed him on the lips. His quick hands found their way under his shirt and pulled it up, but Madara pulled away. "Bedroom first."

They stumbled to Madara's bedroom without leaving each other's lips for even a second. Hashirama pushed him onto the bed. He quickly removed his haori, discarding it to somewhere in the room before hovering on top of Madara. He hurriedly claimed his lips once more.

After a few minutes of rather sloppy kissing, they pulled away in need for air. Madara's hands went under Hashirama's top. He pulled it off of him and threw it somewhere in the room. His eyes darted on Hashirama's perfectly-toned abdomen. He put one arm around his neck to pull him down as he kissed his lips. He trailed kisses on his jawline, to his neck, lingering there for a while, earning a few moans from his lover in the process.

Madara pushed him lightly, only to make him lie on the bed so that the Uchiha was now straddling him instead. Madara continued leaving hot and wet kisses on his skin until his mouth found its way to Hashirama's chest and abdomen. The brunet's hands were firmly holding his waist. Through the fabric of his pants, Madara could feel his hard-on. He smirked on his skin as he slowly rocked his hips against his lover's.

Hashirama didn't suppress the lewd moan that came out of his mouth. As much as he would like to proceed to the act already, he also knew how much Madara liked to tease. Hashirama was not a fan of that himself but he lets Madara do it anyway.

"Madara," he whispered, begging his lover for more friction, more anything. Madara smirked evilly. He kissed Hashirama on the lips once again while his hands were busy getting rid of the Senju's pants.

It wasn't even completely off of Hashirama when they suddenly heard a pounding on the front door of the house. They tried to ignore it in the first few minutes but it just wouldn't stop.

"I probably should get that first," Madara was the one who broke the kiss, sitting up and catching his breath.

Hashirama groaned and cursed mentally. Really, what's the deal with these stupid interruptions everytime he's in 'The Moment' with Madara?! First: yesterday with Tobirama, and now: this?!

"No. Please don't go."

"Relax, Senju," Madara answered with a rather amused chuckle. "It won't take long."

Hashirama had no choice but to patiently wait for Madara to come back. However, after almost half an hour, he started to feel sleepy.

By the time Madara came back to the room, Hashirama was already fast asleep. He felt bad for the Senju and decided not to wake him up. He must be really sleepy. He hadn't had any sleep for two straight nights after all.

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It's already late in the morning when Hashirama woke up. He had a good night's sleep and would certainly be content with it, if only did he not remember what happened last night (or more precisely, what did not happen last night.)

No, no. He's not satisfied at the very least.

Madara was sleeping next to him, his back facing towards him. Hashirama moved closer and carefully wrapped his arms around his torso, burying his face on the crook between his shoulder and neck.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Madara greeted in a slightly sarcastic tone, but Hashirama knew him enough to know that he's definitely in a good mood.

(In fact, Madara woke up earlier to cook breakfast for the both of them. After preparing their meal, he saw that Hashirama was still asleep so he went back to bed and accidentally fell asleep again.)

Hashirama slipped one of his hands inside Madara's shirt. He playfully ran his fingers on the defined lines of his abs, tracing them leisurely with his index finger as if to appreciate the hard muscle, moving upwards. He started placing light kisses on his shoulder, his nape, softly sucking on a sensitive spot on his neck. A throaty moan came out of Madara's mouth as Hashirama continued. Hashirama's fingers were now teasing his nipple, the firm bud now perked up and hard. He sunk his teeth on the milky skin of Madara's shoulder, at the same time pinching the other nipple with his thumb and index fingers.

Madara bucked his hips, accidentally pressing his ass against Hashirama's growing erection. He then turned his body around to face his lover.

"Good morning~" Hashirama hummed, smiling. He cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

That quick and short kiss soon turned into longer ones. In no time, Madara was hovering on top of him once again. Hashirama fervently hoped that there would be no interruptions this time.

The two kissed passionately for a while, only pulling away for air. Madara's mouth proceeded on his neck, kissing, nipping, and biting, sending shivers to Hashirama's spine. He left featherlight kisses on his abdomen, slowly pulling Hashirama's undergarments down, revealing his now fully erect member.

Madara placed a trail of kisses on his inner thighs, occasionally stopping to leave a mark or two. When he reached Hashirama's cock, he looked up at him as he teasingly kissed his tip before taking him in his mouth agonizingly slow, using his hand to cover the part his mouth couldn't reach. Hashirama moaned lewdly, arching his back due to the intense pleasure. Madara held him by the waist to keep him in place. Taking his sweet time, Madara slowly bobbed his head up and down his length. Hashirama carded his fingers through his raven locks, pulling gently as if to encourage him. He knew that Hashirama knew how much he loved that. He moaned around his cock, the vibrations caused by it only added to the brunet's pleasure. Hashirama's moans and groans filled the room as Madara continued to pleasure him.

"I'm c-close, Madara," Hashirama whispered, his lips almost trembling. Madara even improved his job by flicking the tip of Hashirama's cock with his warm and wet tongue. The brunet could only shiver as Madara brought him nearer and nearer to his climax.

Before he came, he gently pushed Madara's head away from his twitching member. He pulled him up to kiss him on the lips, releasing his seed on both their abdomen.

"That was quick," Madara noted, lying on his back next to Hashirama. He meant it to be an insult, yet it came out without the intended heat.

"Oh yeah? Well, don't expect the next ones to be that quick. After all," he paused to peck his lips before he continued, "...we're just getting started."

Hashirama quickly pinned him down on the bed, their mouth moving together in a passionate kiss. Hashirama draws back, only to take Madara's clothes off.

He took a moment to admire his lover's beautiful body. Those lines, curves, and muscles that oh so perfectly don his body; how those very packs of flesh behave everytime he takes control of the Madara's body.

Mesmerizing.

Hashirama attacked his neck, nipping, biting, and leaving more marks on the sensitive skin before he proceeded to his chest. Halfway through it, Hashirama paused as he heard Madara's soft and poorly restrained chuckle. He raised his brow in confusion.

"What is it?" he asked as he sat up and looked down at him.

"Nothing," Madara answered, still chuckling a bit.

Hashirama's patience was getting thinner and thinner in every passing second. "Madara, what is it?"

Madara sighed. "I'd just imagine, what if no one interrupted us last night? Would you have fallen asleep in the middle of sex?"

"N—No!" Hashirama stammered, his voice rising in clear defensiveness. "Of course I wouldn't have!"

"Hn."

"Oh, you don't believe me?" Hashirama smirked deviously as he lowered his body down to catch Madara's lips into a fervent and needy kiss. At some point, he moved his mouth to his chest and ran his tongue around a nipple before kissing and sucking on it softly, doing the same with the other. Madara could only muffle his moans with the back of his hand.

Hashirama looked up at him. He removed Madara's hand which was covering his mouth, replacing it with his fingers, three of which shoved inside. Madara sucked them greedily.

Hashirama smirked. Just this sight was more than enough to arouse him.

Suddenly, he thrusted a lubricated finger down Madara's opening, making him gasp. Hashirama leaned down to kiss him while he moved his finger in and out of him.

"M-more," Madara commanded.

Hashirama complied. He inserted two more fingers all at once, preparing his lover for what was about to come.

When Hashirama figured that Madara was ready, he pulled his fingers out then quickly thrusted his hard cock inside him, catching him by surprise. A loud moan escaped Madara's lips as he closed his eyes in a mix of bliss and a little bit of pain.

If he's the one who likes to tease, Hashirama's the one who very much likes to take him by surprise. Every. Damn. Time.

Madara wrapped his legs around his waist and Hashirama pounded onto him mercilessly. His hand was tightly gripping his thigh while the other was holding his hip. "Ha—shi..." Madara choked out when Hashirama hit a certain spot. The brunet got the message and continued to hit that spot repeatedly.

He smiled victoriously as Madara moaned his name over and over—almost like a prayer.

"You feel—so, so good—Ma—da—ra..."

Madara's hands roamed around his body and ended up on his back. His nails dug deep under Hashirama's skin but if anything, the slight pain only added to the bliss he was feeling.

Hashirama put one of Madara's legs over his shoulder to thrust even deeper inside him. His tight grip on his hip will surely leave a bruise later, not that Madara minded. Hashirama's pace became faster, if that was still possible.

They created a rhythm now, their bodies moving perfectly in sync with each other.

Hashirama removed his hand on his hips to wrap it around his lover's member. He squeezed it slightly before pumping it, slowly at first, gradually starting to pick up the pace. Madara moaned, pulling his head down to capture his lips.

Soon, Hashirama's thrusts became sloppy. Both of them were nearing their climax. Madara's walls tightened around his cock, making him gasp and moan into the kiss. Madara used that to slip his tongue inside his mouth, thoroughly exploring the wet cavern.

They reached their high together, both revelling into it. Madara came in the Senju's hand, spilling his seed on both their abdomen as Hashirama filled him with his load. He didn't pull out of him immediately but instead laid on top of him. They were panting heavily. After a few minutes, the brunet pulled out and lied beside Madara.

"That was amazing," he mused, placing a kiss on his Uchiha's forehead. Madara gave him an exhausted yet satisfied smile in return.

When they finally caught their breath, Hashirama got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. He suddenly stopped when he reached the doorway, turning his head towards Madara.

"Round two?"

Madara eagerly got off the bed. "Sure."

Let's just say that the two didn't leave the bedroom for the whole day.

-End-

A/N: Sooooo, how's that for a smut??? O.o

Here's a bonus part *winks*:

The next morning...

"Nii-san? Are you okay?" Izuna asked worriedly. "You're limping, and what are those marks on your neck? Did something happen?"

Madara froze on his tracks. "...N-nothing, Izuna. I'm fine. I just...s-slipped on something yesterday," he lied, then hurriedly vanished out of his younger brother's sight before he could throw him more questions. He really needed to do something about those marks on his neck.

(A/N: And that, readers, was the reason behind those high-collared shirts of the Uchiha clan. Lol. Jk)

Izuna was puzzled. It's odd that his brother 'slipped' on something. He's not clumsy or anything. Not only that but he also stuttered, and the Madara Uchiha does not stutter.

'What the hell happened yesterday?!...I guess I should probably ask Hashirama-sama about it.' Izuna thought to himself as he went to the Hokage's tower.