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Madara did not consider himself a greedy man.
He did, in fact, have ambitions, such as establishing peace and ensuring that his remaining and only brother, Izuna, could lie down on his futon at night in peace.
But now he found himself with greed dominating his very being. What was it that he wanted so badly? Simply the Senju brothers, Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju. And he did not want them in a fleeting way; Madara wanted a relationship with both of them.
The leader of the Uchiha clan had always harbored feelings for Hashirama ever since they met on the banks of the Naka river, two young men united by a dream that seemed like a utopia. But then they fought to change their reality, and now it was no longer a fantasy.
What grew stronger over the days of unity was the bond of love between Madara and Hashirama. They had always known it was something mutual, but it developed day after day; working together, quick lunches in the Hokage's office, walks through the streets of Konoha, dinners in the restaurant district.
All of this culminated on the day Hashirama finally gathered the courage to take the first step. They were at the hokage monument on a night so full of stars that Hashirama could have sworn Madara had come directly from the heavens. The Uchiha's eyes reflected the stars, his hair as untamed and as dark as the night that enveloped them.
"You're staring at me again," Madara said, turning to look at the Senju beside him.
"You're so beautiful today."
Madara turned his face away, feeling his cheeks burn at the man's compliment. Then Hashirama, as if handling the finest porcelain, turned the Uchiha's face back toward him. His hand remained there, resting against and caressing Madara's skin.
Hashirama moved even closer to his face and held his breath when their lips finally touched, as light as a feather drifting through the air. Madara opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, and looked at the Senju, who wore a loving smile.
"May I kiss you again?" Hashirama whispered, afraid that the moment of tenderness between them would shatter. But he did not need to move again, for it was Madara who took the initiative, and they kissed once more, their lips now moving together with the longing for what had never been given to them.
This time, Hashirama accompanied Madara all the way to his home in the Uchiha compound. He did not let him go inside before saying goodbye with a peck on his lips and a kiss on his hand.
The next day, while Izuna was preparing both his and his brother's bento, he noticed that Madara seemed somewhat... sighful?
"Nii-san, was it that Senju?" He did not know what had happened, but Izuna was certain about who had left his brother like this. Madara did not answer, sighing once more as green robes and sun kissed skin filled his mind. It's always a Senju.
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Tobirama had no idea how or when it had happened.
He could only feel the emotion within his heart taking up more and more space, something he had thought had long been buried. He was falling for Madara, the man his brother had been in love with since they were young. Tobirama felt as though he was committing the worst crime in the world; perhaps he was, since to him Hashirama's happiness was more precious than his own.
But he could not help it, not when he had ended up being paired with his former rival in countless joint activities. Now, in these peaceful times, he was merely the other right hand of his anija. They attended diplomatic meetings on behalf of the village, addressed the needs of civilians, clan councils, and even training sessions for young shinobi.
They ended up discovering that they had much in common, from their enjoyment of teaching, to their curiosity about creating jutsu, and even their preferences in food or the color combinations they both chose for the wall of the village park.
Tobirama thought that this feeling he had developed was merely friendship. He had spent so long alone, with his only family being his brother, who was so overwhelmed with work, and he did not want to feel selfish for wanting his attention all to himself.
But then one day, while leaving the Hokage Tower and heading to the restaurant beside the building, Tobirama saw Madara standing there, talking to another man. As always, the Uchiha was beautiful, even though the dark circles beneath his eyes revealed his exhaustion—in Tobirama's opinion, they were merely an added charm. The man standing far too close to Madara must have thought the same, considering he would not stop showering the clan head with compliments.
Madara, always trying to be cordial with civilians, often ended up in unusual situations. That man clearly had ulterior motives while trying to win over the Uchiha with smooth words, but Madara hated flattery.
Just as he was about to put an end to the adulation, the white-haired Senju arrived at Madara's side and wrapped an arm around the Uchiha's waist.
"Good evening, sir. I need to speak with my companion in private," Tobirama said with a stern expression. Then he walked away with Madara held in his embrace, leaving the restaurant and that man behind. Once they reached the area outside, the Senju unsheathed a kunai and used hiraishin to take the Uchiha to his room in the house where he lived with Hashirama.
When Madara realized where he was, he was genuinely surprised. Even though he visited the Senju brothers' house, he had never entered Tobirama's room, even now that their disagreements had come to an end.
"Oh, this is a new room for me," the Uchiha said, smiling at Tobirama.
"I just wanted to get you away from that guy before he swallowed you alive," the younger Senju said with a pout. He did not even know why it had made him angry, after all, Madara was not his boyfriend.
"You know I can defend myself, don't you, Senju?"
Then Madara, who had never left his side, placed a hand on Tobirama's shoulder, trying to get his attention since the white-haired Senju had attempted to avert his gaze.
But it did not work. After all, Tobirama already knew that Madara was his weakness, so he looked back at the Uchiha, who was holding back a laugh, probably amused by the display of such silly jealousy.
Tobirama, however, did not find any of it amusing because, in the end, he was feeling this way about a man whose heart already belonged to someone else.
But Tobirama could not help it.
Not when Madara was in his room, looking at him with those eyes that, even without the sharingan activated, could read Tobirama completely.
And the bastard knew. Madara knew that he wanted him more than anything.
It all happened so quickly: hands on Madara's waist and arms around Tobirama's shoulders, the urgent kiss they shared in the middle of the room while bathed in the moonlight.
When Madara walked through the door of his house, completely flushed and with swollen lips, it was already late at night. Izuna merely glanced at him from the kitchen, wondering what kind of adventure his nii-san had gotten himself into.
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Madara began to wonder what exactly he had gotten himself into.
While his relationship with Hashirama grew more solid with each passing day, he was still carrying on his affair with Tobirama.
During the day, there were the stolen kisses, the notes containing declarations of love delivered by the officials of the tower, and the flowers created from vines with the older Senju. At night, however, Madara was seated at the laboratory table or in the younger Senju's room, who was always eager to spoil the Uchiha with jewelry and dishes he had prepared himself.
They were such complementary lovers that Madara did not want to give up either of the Senju. He wanted both of them. And so he continued maintaining his routine with two boyfriends, even though they had never even discussed the terms of their relationships.
Until one day, Hashirama had the brilliant idea of inviting Tobirama to a lunch that he always shared with Madara in his office. The younger Senju wanted to refuse, but he missed spending time with his brother without actually working, so Tobirama told himself that he would act composed. He could do that, couldn't he?
He opened the office door and saw his brother and Madara at the table set at the far end of the room, near the enormous window that offered a wide view of the village.
"Anija, Madara," he said, nodding his head as he settled into his chair and unwrapped the lunch they had already ordered.
"Otouto, I've missed you so much! You've been quite busy recently, and we haven't had time to properly talk. What have you been up to these days?" Hashirama began the conversation.
"Just work, anija, both at the office and in the laboratory."
"Oh, right. Have you been working on anything in particular?" Then memories came to Tobirama's mind of Madara sitting on his desk while they kissed intensely, with the Uchiha's legs resting against his waist. The younger Senju immediately felt his cheeks getting flushing, and he could feel Madara's gaze on him as well.
"Nothing new, brother, just refining a few techniques that were already in development," he said. He was not exactly lying, but he was omitting a few events.
"Madara is helping you, isn't he? Sometimes before going home I ask around the tower to see if anyone has seen him, and some people say they've seen the two of you leaving together! I'm so happy that the two most important people in my life are finally getting along!" the older Senju exclaimed joyfully, his gaze shifting between Tobirama and Madara.
Madara smiled and then said the first thing that came to mind.
"I'm seeing both of you."
Both Senju dropped their chopsticks upon hearing the revelation.
A mixture of emotions crossed the brothers' faces. Hashirama could hardly believe that the truce between them had progressed so far that his brother had actually gotten into Madara's pants, while Tobirama could not believe he had been exposed like that to his anija.
"Wow, you two really are getting along," Hashirama said, unable to hold back his laughter.
"Anija!"
"Sorry for catching you off guard like this during our lunch, but I couldn't help saying it when the two of you are here looking so united," Madara said, trying to calm Tobirama's nerves, which were hanging by a thread.
"My love, I thought you were never going to tell me about the two of you," Hashirama said.
"So you knew?" Tobirama asked before continuing, "Are you two messing with me?"
"I never hid anything. I just never told you directly like this before," Madara tried to defend himself.
"Tobi, don't be like that. I simply noticed a few things during the time I spend with Dara. He talked about you quite a lot, and sometimes I saw the accessories you usually make in his room," Hashirama pointed out, trying to ease the tension.
"It's okay if you guys don't want to be with me anymore, but I truly care about both of you equally, and I want to make both of you happy without hiding anything from one another. The three of us will be together," Madara declared, holding each Senju's hand as he smiled at them affectionately.
"Dara, I have always wanted to make you the happiest man in the world, and I would love to share that responsibility with someone else who I'm sure will be able to do the same, right, Tobi?" Hashirama said with a bright smile directed at the younger Senju while holding his hand.
Tobirama had Madara's and anija's hands resting over his own, and he wanted to fight it, to say no to everything that was happening before him. But he could not deny it, not when Madara had become the warmth that heated the waters within him, making them bubble every day. By now, he was certain that he and Hashirama were capable of making things work with Madara.
"I-I think so. Yes, we can do that," said the white-haired man, whose hair now contrasted with his completely red face, flushed with embarrassment at now admitting that he was one of the boyfriends of a shinobi as powerful as Madara.
The head of the Uchiha clan could not contain
his happiness. He stood up and kissed each brother on the cheek.
And so the lunch continued with Madara and his two boyfriends.