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      Published: 2017-05-12 Updated: 2018-01-02 Chapters: 16/? Words: 23214
****** Hashirama's Lullaby ******
by SilverMoonOfSephiroth
Summary
     And so it was, Madara 'Morganna' Uchiha, consumed by a cursed hatred
     for his brother, Fugaku 'Arthur' Pendragon, did seek to bewitch him
     into sin. Moons passed and from their unholy union, created for harm,
     a child of vengeance nestled into Madara's arms. Hashirama 'Mordred'
     Uchiha, raised by his mother to be all he could dream, a careful laid
     plot, a careful laid scheme. Son destined to die from the moment of
     birth, a mother will give all he is worth. The curse of hatred
     unbidden, fate cannot change what it has already written.
***** Hush Child Part 1. *****
Chapter Notes
     Please review my fic and tell me what you think! Reviews keep me
     motivated to write more!!
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                  Hush, child
                     The darkness will rise from the deep
                         And carry you down into sleep
                  Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
                         And carry you down into sleep
                                        
Madara stood at the top of the hill overlooking the home he and his brothers
had once lived within. Their mother, Kogo had died giving birth to the youngest
of them, Fugaku. Madara and his other brothers were knowledgeable about the
ways their mother had taught them, but Fugaku tried to take what he wanted
through force. Their mother had not died in childbirth with Fugaku, she'd died
trying to give rise to a good man who would truly know what it meant to be
king. Fugaku was a brash and violent child, lashing out at the slightest of
provocation. He'd lashed out at their mother one too many times, when he turned
17 Fugaku ended up murdering their mother...their poor mother who spent her
entire life raising the children of the man who'd brutally raped her so many
years ago. Her life had been unfair and unkind, as had her death. Madara's
blood boiled at the thought of his long suffering mother's untimely death. She
had refused to show Fugaku what kept his brothers looking so youthful even
though they were older than him by a few years each. She told him he was too
ill tempered to learn such a thing just yet and once he got himself under
control she would teach the spell to him. He lost patience with her and with
his cruel act, lost his chance at eternal youth or in Madara's case, eternal
youth on into eternal middle age. He wanted to look at least slightly aged, it
presented a far more mature air about him than his brother's foul attitude. 
 
He shook his head, walking away from the hill, he had a party to get to
tonight. Their father had requested them join him in court and the brothers
were making prepared to leave on the journey to the capital of the Kingdom of
The Land Of Fire, Konohagakure. Madara knew that Fugaku would already be there,
Taijima had taken him away from the others to raise in his castle long before
their mother had passed away violently. Fugaku was being groomed to become the
next king. Madara growled under his breath as he spread his black tengu wings
and flew back to the tower he stayed in when not near his brothers. Though the
skies soothed the worst of his anger, the anger remained all the same. He could
not bare the thought of that murderous, shiftless, traitorous bastard sitting
on the seat that by birthright as the eldest should have belonged to he,
Madara!
 
Wings folded behind himself, Madara walked up the long black stone marble
stairwell of the tower on the cliffside he called home. He pushed the door to
his chambers open, after walking through the small living room that held not
more than a long couch and a crystal ball sitting on a silk table cloth upon
the table in front of the seat he usually found himself sitting in. Madara's
gaze shifted from the stones that made up the foundation of the building to the
dark red door that led to his personal bedchambers. Entering he sat down on his
bed and pulled a book from beneath it, it was leather-bound, dusty and made
from human flesh, dyed and shaped. Opening it the pages began to turn rapidly,
the window opening, sending the thick black curtains that covered it billowing
on the rushing air. Madara looked through it, eyes glowing red with black
swirling inside them, inherited from his mother's witchcraft being passed down
to him. Holding a clawed hand out, the tengu waved it over the pages and
chanted softly. Soon enough, voices began to whisper on the winds that blew
into his room. 
 
               To become Queen, you must give birth to a King...
                            Once the deed is done,
                     and the babe's first breath taken ...
 
His eyes spun wildly as a lullaby was sung to him by the voices on the
winds...he roared in rage hair whipping around his head like tendrils as the
spell worked it's way through his system. Falling to his knees he grunted and
nodded at the voice as it faded away, back to ride the winds, the window closed
with a loud bang! The raven stood up, he knew then what he had to do. And he
had to use his body to it, it mattered not to him, he would do what he must, to
give birth to a King.....
 
He stared at the many books and scrolls on his shelf, analysis of each
prompting an idea to slowly form within his mind....
 
He decided then that he would don female garb and see if those other, more
secret rumors about his brother were true...
 
Once dressed, Madara left for the mascarade ball, finding his brother quickly,
he led him into one of the many rooms and locked the door  behind them both...
 
TBC...
***** Scratching At Stone Walls *****
Chapter Summary
     Madara engages in a taboo sex act in order to appease the voices that
     whisper on the winds, and for a moment, his brother, unknowing of
     their relation to one another, Madara believes things could have been
     different...how brief, for he is far from naive.
Chapter Notes
     Updated
To be Queen, you must give birth to a King....
 
The voices that ran through the trees, rustling their leaves and branches, they
called to him. He and his brother sat on a bed of pristine white sheets. These
sheets were crisp and clean, like fresh fallen snow. He smiled at his brother
but inside He was seething. His only goals currently were revenge, he wanted
the throne, to be Queen of the land of fire and make his brother kneel down
among the filth, the piss and the shit of this world. The wind picked up
outside the room, trees limbs tapping against the window. Fugaku, known by his
childhood nickname as Arthur  or Arthur the serpentine to Madara and his other
brothers. It was odd, as he looked through the mascarade ball mask that he
wore, a tengu mask that stopped over his nose. It was white with silver
stitching and the feathers that stuck out from the left side were black. He
wore a black and white ballgown, the ends frayed out hiding the white with
black bow at the top high heels that adorned his feet. His hair was pulled up
into a high ponytail. Fugaku, brown hair short to the shoulders, dressed as a
knight with a mask in the design of a helmet reached out to cup the raven
haired beauty's cheek in his large tanned palm.
 
His other hand moved to grope and squeeze the supple breasts that Madara had
allowed to grow in order to make the look of his finagling complete. He
normally already had a small chest area, to anyone who knew nothing of him it
would merely look as if his pectoral muscles were bulging slightly. But, then
again, no matter how it looked, it was no different either way. Men and women
both had breasts, men were just too crazed and insecure about themselves to
admit such a thing.
 
"You are mesmerizing, beautiful, what do I owe the honor of such a divine angel
within my bed chambers hmm?" Fugaku whispered this gently, almost lovingly as
he leaned in to kiss Madara softly. Taken aback by the action the older male
returned the kiss, slowly pulling away.
"You are prince of Konohagakure correct? Tis I whom should be honored. Such a
devilishly handsome man...certainly any woman worth her merit would find
herself lucky to be within your bedchambers my lord", he spoke as sweetly as
possible even if the words leaving his lips made bile wish to rush out to chase
them. Fugaku's kisses trailed away from Madara's lips, down his jawline and
across the expanse of his snowy white throat. A shudder of reluctant pleasure
found it's way through him, as his brother's arms encircled his waist and
something hard pressed itself insistently against his thigh. Madara's breath
hitched when Fugaku moved to run his hands down his back, gripping him close
against his body. 
 
"So beautiful....like none I have ever seen or likely will ever see again. My
wife pales in comparison to you...you are a raven haired goddess...Come beauty,
let me show you how hard you make it to think clearly...how my cock struggles
within it's prison for want of being buried within you..."
 
Madara could not help the flush that stained his porcelain cheeks at the
statement. He detested his brother with every fiber of his being. But he knew,
if things had been different.... he quickly shook those thoughts away,
spreading his legs for Fugaku's roaming hands. His brother was just as much of
a monster as their father was, no matter how the wizard who concealed his
identity as a mighty magic user known as Jiraiya went on and on about Fugaku's
destiny to unite the land of fire and create a magical paradise of a kingdom.
His brother's cock felt even harder as it rubbed into his thigh... the shorter
haired male whispered such disgustingly dirty things into his ear Madara's head
fell back and he offered a seductive moan. Fugaku would have killed him if he
knew it was Madara grinding against his ever swelling penis. He'd kill Madara
if he knew he'd become erect due to his own pussy boy of an older brother. He'd
kill Madara if he knew how wet the elder had become from the caresses and
kisses of his own brother. Thanks to the masks, Fugaku didn't know who he was
and that was a good thing...
"I must have you....will you give me your name dear princess? So that I might
call out to you when my aching need explodes deep inside, betwixt your
quivering snow white thighs?"
 
Madara gave his best, most sensual smile as he wrapped his arms around Fugaku's
back, both of their clothing long shed. All that covered them were their masks,
which Madara insisted on keeping, lucky Fugaku too filled wine and feast, did
not mind. His only desire to plunge his iron clad sword within the molten lava
of Madara's quaking sheathe.
 
"Morganna La Fey...."
It was a lie, the fae hated Madara with vigor, but for tonight he was not
simply himself, but the mysterious one time lover of the future king...
The night was filled with the heated moans of passion, Madara clutching at his
brother's back until blood stained beneath his claws, tainting the purity of
the white sheets they lay on.
 
Tbc..
***** Daughter Of Misfortune *****
Chapter Summary
     The few hours after sex, Madara remembers his mother. (edited, new
     info added)
Chapter Notes
     I'll have my own rendition of Kogo created, however I will be moving
     my fics when that happens.
 
 
 
The ball continued on without much notice. None of the guests ever realized
that the prince had gone off into his private chamber with the mysterious
‘woman’.  Madara lay naked beside the sleeping form of his equally naked
brother, grunting in discomfort from the ache in his nether regions, his juices
and his brother's cum caking his thighs. Slipping out of the large, king sized
European style bed, he cast aside the annoying curtains of the four posters
that surrounded it. Stretching his hickey marked body, still sticky and wet
from the past few hours incestuous excursion.
Madara turned to kneel beside Fugaku's peacefully slumbering form. He stared
down at the sleeping face of his treacherous brother...
Remembering...
                                                                               
           
 
The hillside of the Tengu Isles were warmed by the light of the sun as it rose
in the skies. 12 year old Madara and his brothers ran over the grassy knolls,
sprinting through the forest as they headed home to their mother. Excitement
like electricity in the air between the four boys, their younger sibling,
Fugaku, following slowly behind. 
 
Kogo sat alone in her room, Laying back in the bed she slept in, her dark eyes
raised to the ceiling of the small shack that she’d raised -that- man’s
existing sons within for the past 12 years. Taijima ‘Uther’ Pendragon was king
of the Land Of Fire, he’d lusted after Kogo when her higher family introduced
them during a ball. She’d been nervous to speak to Taijima, his eyes were like
a predator about to devour a helpless baby bird. She was right to be cautious,
she’d learned all too soon, that Taijima, or Uther as some called him, was a
cruel and heartless man. He’d forced himself upon her, warning her that if she
ever spoke of the event, he would find her and slit her throat while she
screamed for his cock to cease ripping her into pieces…
 
She’d been silent as a church mouse, but the rapes continued. Soon she was were
she currently had ended up, bruised and beaten from Taijima's latest advances.
She did not know why she continued to place herself in such position. It was
some sort of spell she could not break, she was certain of it. She’d gained the
power of demons, witchcraft, from her mother, The Lady Of The Trees. The Lady
was a powerful tengu sorceress, who just so happened to fall in love with a
mage lord. When Kogo was born there was a great feast in her father's
underworld kingdom. All rejoiced and thanked the heavens above, for it had been
believed impossible for a simple spell sword of a man to produce 16 offspring
with a goddess. Though none of the regular demonic subjects knew that the Mage
King and his Queen were twin brothers. 
 
She now felt as if her life, so celebrated in it’s beginning, was nothing more
than some cruel joke for the amusement of aloof and uncaring gods. The only
light in her life was her beloved younger brother Obito, Obito loved her like
no other. When Taijima had left her bruised and broken after violently raping
her until she bled, Obito would appear. Face covered by a swirling orange mask
and body obscured by a black robe, her dark knight in flowing armor. Oh how she
loved him, Obito would take her into his arms and make love to her right after
the cursed Taijima departed. He would send her letters while he was away and
she kept them securely hidden under her mattress and bed. Of all men in this
world, her brother Obito was her one and only love. 
 
Hearing her children enter the home, Kogo did her best to smile, pushing away
thoughts of how she desperately wished Obito were still here to hold her, for
he'd vanished after Fugaku was born. Kogo waved them over as she greeted them
all. Fugaku leered at her, a year younger than his brothers he was the youngest
of the 5. She noticed Kagami was nowhere to be seen. Fugaku cleared his throat
as he looked at her, their mother was always a bit uneasy around him. It was
not just due to the fact he reminded her of Taijima far too closely, even if
they looked nothing alike. 
 
“Mother! Mother! We brought the stones you require” Madara spoke excitedly as
he handed Kogo 5 large, palm sized smooth stones.
 
“Thank you very much Madara-chan, Itachi? Izuna? Fugaku?” She looked at her
sons, one by one they handed her the ingredients she needed. Six toadstools,
ten cloves of garlic,and one dead rat.
 
 
 
Madara spoke after a moment, "Kagami is busy in the countryside with father,
mother."
 
Smiling in thanks she shooed them away from her as she stood up. Madara watched
her from the shadows, she had set to work crafting a spell to ease her pain and
clean the worst of her injuries. She kept these happenings a secret from her
children, mainly her adoring Madara. Of her sons, only Madara, Izuna and Itachi
had been born differently. When they were still small and hairless yet, she
swore she’d produced females as a first, second and third born. But once they
grew, she realized they had inherited her mother's body. The Lady Of The Trees
was no woman after all, both her parents were murdered not long after teaching
Kogo all they knew. At least that is what she believed happened, they sent her
away from Moonlight Island, her childhood home so quickly....and her uncle,
Orochimaru was about to strike them both down after sealing their magic...she
could not help but assume them dead. Madara stuck close to his mother, as if
afraid she would vanish if he looked elsewhere for too long. Kogo could count
the only good things that had come of her twisted relationship with Tajima, and
that was her sons…
 
Fugaku was not as loving as the other three, the way he stared at her made her
just as nervous as meeting Taijima for the first time. Madara and Fugaku were
close throughout their childhood, but as they grew older, Fugaku became violent
toward their mother. Which caused a rift between he and his brothers, they
wanted nothing to do with his egotistical, self serving vile ways. Fugaku was
known to do unspeakable things to their mother while he was certain his
brothers were out of the shack. He reminded her too much of Taijima, her own
son was able to bring to surface, her crippling fears...
 
   
 
Remembering their mother, all she endured, other thoughts of her slipping into
his mind, hate began to swell in his chest. Madara glared, his eyes spinning
with anger as he recalled events from the past. So easy would it be to wrap his
hands around Fugaku's neck and squeeze….but no. He could not do such a thing,
he had to bide his time and wait, he could feel the life even as early as it
was, his tengu inheritance from their grandmother, The Lady, swirled through
him, allowing him to recognize the fact that soon a child would develop….A
child he fully intended to groom in order to gain vengeance against his
despicable brother. But, that could only happen after Fugaku became King,
Madara knew his brother was already married. Tobirama Senju, a cousin of theirs
from their grandparents on their mother's side.
 
 
 
Tobirama had been born like Madara had, the normally feminine features evident
once clothing was removed behind closed doors. Fugaku had married the striking
albino after being crowned as heir to the throne after the death of their
mother. It enraged Madara to know that their vile father was such a bastard to
allow the killer of his children's mother, even if it was her own son, to be
happy. Though their father had pointed the finger at Madara, blaming him for
murder... when he'd been heir to the throne. Fugaku, before Madara discovered
the truth behind her death, had told him the safest thing to do would be to
give up his right to the throne. His brother suggested this with all
seriousness, leading Madara to believe him.
 
 
 
Because Fugaku told him, 'staying in the line will only raise suspicion around
you. If mother had another child your rule would be nullified. You must protect
yourself, come back when things have calmed'
 
 
 
He wanted to kill Fugaku after learning of the lie he'd told. Fugaku was
crowned heir as soon as Madara stepped away. Madara could not prove his brother
had killed their mother. A few months later Fugaku was starting a new life with
his wife, after just destroying the life their mother sacrificed to raise the
constant reminders of what Taijima did to her. Raping her as a young girl of
only 12 years of age. Her first pregnancy was at 16, and she struggled everyday
to provide food and shelter for her childern. Their father, Taijima was an old
and sinister man, a king in title alone. He behaved as no true King ever would,
drowning children in rivers and tearing husbands from their wives for even the
smallest of magical offenses. Madara had no idea what he'd done to their
mother, or how he and his brothers had truly come to be, products of rape. He
did know that his brother was a scheming, seedy, monster. Who sided with their
father's treatment of not just the people, but of the magic users of
Konohagakure. Far and wide known as mages, wizards, sorcerers, witches,
warlocks, long since rebranded as ninjas. Ninja was a term for those who used
magic in general, but only the mightiest of the magic users proudly proclaimed
themselves ninja. The sorceress stood from his kneeling position beside his
brother's sleeping form. He dressed and left through the large crowds that were
still dancing around and about the castle. 
 
 
 
Revenge was a dish best served with a son whom would remain loyal only to him…
 
Madara left on a ship headed to the Moonlight Island, his ancestoral home, to
visit his grandparents, twin brothers, Ashura and Indra Ootsutsuki, better yet
known as The Religion Of Mages and his The Lady Of The Trees, two of the most
powerful ninjas in the world. Source of all the magic in this world, at least
their original bodies.
 
TBC.
 
 
 
***** Blood Clouds and Dark Nails *****
Chapter Summary
     Madara boards the ship of the Dead, headed to his grandparents for
     the assistance he needs.
Chapter Notes
     please review! looking for a beta!
Fugaku was knocked out cold from their lovemaking, though Madara would hardly
call it as such. His hips were purple and bruised from his brother's rough
handling of his body. The mask still over his face, the raven made his way
through to the streets. Taking it off he cast it into the bag at his side.
Madara did not notice that his father was drifting through the crowds he’d just
exited from. He did not notice as well, Tobirama, sitting in the back of the
gathering, whispering to he and Fugaku’s brother Kagami. Madara did not notice
any of these things, even if he had; he would not have cared.
His only goal was to reach his destination in one piece. Soon signs of life
would begin to show, and when that happened, he needed his grandparents
assistance. The ship was quiet and unoccupied, he sat down on the deck, staring
out at the  waves crashing against the gently rocking ship in the harbor. 
The sound of footfalls could be heard, looking up the raven spotted a grizzled
looking  stitched covered man and two other young men, one with long blond
hair, the other with shorter red hair. Madara sighed as he stood up, the rest
of what seemed to be the stitch faced man’s crew appeared.
“I’m Captain Le Mort, better known as Captain Dead, this is my crew, crew of
the Ship Of The Dead, we’ll get you to the island in one piece love. Sit back
in the cabin with my boys, go on now”
The captain waved Madara away, bowing to him respectfully Madara followed the
redhead and the blond into the cabin. That was when he noticed something
strange, and familiar. Looking around the small cabin space, for they’d
bypassed the deeper parts of the ship to simple head to the captains study
cabin. He saw four other figures in the candlelight that illuminated the room. 
A shoulder length white haired man, reaper scythe nestled in the crook of his
left arm like a sword. An odd plant looking man, dressed in rags who was caught
up in a game of poker with a man he could have sworn possessed gills. A dark
blue haired woman and two strawberry blonde near orange haired men sitting off
to the side drinking from a bottle of wine. It was then that he saw them both,
a man with a swirling orange mask covering his face, and another man who had
his back turned to the tiny room and it’s inhabitants. Long hair tied back in a
pony tail. 
Slowly stepping over he cleared his throat, they couldn’t be, could they? But,
as soon as he moved his hand to touch the swirling masked man’s shoulder, they
both faded away…..
Figuring it some kind of trick he shook his head and sat down in an empty spot.
The blond spoke after a long pause of silence. He pointed to each of the people
in the room. “The name’s Deidara, un, that plant lookin bloke is Zetsu, the guy
with the gills is Kisame, some say he was enchanted by a witch or someshit like
that un. The redhead is Sasori, my new partner, the guy with the spiky
strawberry blonde haired guy with the weird eyes  and the facial metal is Pain
also known as Yahiko, the long red  haired guy is Nagato. The chick sitting
opposite them, only girl on our crew, is Konan. The one with the shoulder
length white hair is Hidan.  And that’s most a tha members of the Ship Of The
Dead, ship otherwise known as The Akatsuki.”
As Madara listened he glanced over at an empty spot near the window, where he’d
seen the two figures. “Who used to sit there?” he asked quietly.
The blond frowned as he too looked over near the window. “Those two people
vanished a few years back, right after I joined up. One of them was my partner
un, but he never seemed to like me much. His mind was always off, in the
clouds, he’d constantly talk about his sister, how much he missed her while we
were out pillagin’ un. “
Before Madara could ask anymore questions, the captain called out from above
deck. “Lights out boys! We be headin through the Siren’s Song!” 
The Siren’s Song, it was the name of the place in the sea where the sirens rose
upon the rocks, to sing their haunting melodies that sent pirates and fishermen
alike to their doom. Not even women were safe from their tune, Konan was the
first to blow out the candles that sat in the cabin, shrouding it in darkness. 
Madara watched as they all drifted off to sleep as quickly as possible. His
eyes, glowing red and black in the darkness, needed no such precaution. The
Siren’s Song held no danger for him. He leaned back against the cabin wall,
nearest to the window. Hands settled on his still flattened stomach he
whispered an enchantment. He hadn’t time to waste or to risk in a miscarriage.
As hardy as his body was, his strength lied in his eyes not his physical form.
He could not take the chance of a bad fall, or a sudden jolt of the ship. The
safety of the ship was the whole reason he'd chosen this mode of transport in
the first place. He could not fly, not right now, any kind of miscalculation
and all his plans would be unraveled before his babe even saw light of moon
touch his naked newborn flesh. 
Chanting under his breath as quietly as he was able, he advanced his pregnancy
for the duration of the ship ride through The Siren’s Song. it took about a
day, but they’d survived. His pregnancy was now near the end of its first
trimester. The sirens, nothing but evil whispers on the winds that faded back
to whence they’d come. They were not able to travel away from the areas
designated them, nor did they operate during the daylight.
Madara rubbed his belly, the crew looked down at him approvingly, knowing that
their roles as his safe guard on route to his ancestral home was almost fulled,
for now, until he called on them again. The Akatsuki were in eternal service to
his grandparents, and he thanked them as they finally arrived at the shore. He
took a moment to evaluate the crew as they set up camp next to the beach.
Deidara’s blonde hair was pulled over his right eye, he was dressed in a white
ruffled shirt and black pants with a belt that looked weathered and worn, but
was covered in small packs he assumed carried some kind of objects. 
When he’d seen the male throw a small clay ball at the logs he’d gathered and
that same clay explode into flames.He realized the clay balls, were actually
clay bombs. The shoes the blonde wore were covered in soot and ash and he
understood why with all that explosive capability.
The redhead was dressed more simply, a black robe and a cowl covered his head
against the sun. the gilled man was in an argument with the captain about
something he could not quite catch, but he saw the captain, free of his trifold
navy blue hat and the black robes he was dressed in the night before, bore long
black hair that billowed in the wind behind him. The gilled man wore a bandana
around is forehead, a massive bandaged sword on his dark blue shirt covered
back. The pants he wore were just as light a blue as the strange man’s skin
was. He was in a pair of old dusty black boots, Madara turned his attention to
the shoulder length redhead and the strawberry blond. 
 They were both wearing matching red and grey shirts, the designs on both like
a hang man’s noose made of blood. Their pants were tied together around the
legs, though the redhead’s pants were tied a bit lower around the hips than his
companion. 
 The woman was wearing a black long sleeved blouse and white pants, her
footwear were simple slippers. Looking at the white haired man stand beside the
captain, he saw the white and black striped shirt the scythe holder wore was
torn in some places. His equally stripped pants and even his shoes as well,
though those were a shiny black, they still seemed, old. The captain was
covered in stitches from head to toe. Madara could not place his finger on it
as he watched the captain, shirtless and still arguing with the gilled man.
 7Shaking his musings from his mind he bid them all good evening, not seeing
that the plant like man had exited the group. 
 Making his way to the palace of his grandparents, he entered the temple
silently. The disciples and acolytes that gathered in the winding halls stopped
to stare as he walked past. The palace was part just that and a huge temple
that his grandparent’s followers used to worship them both.
 His grandparents, Ashura and Indra both sat basically naked. Indra was laying
across his brother-husband’s lap, dressed in nothing except for the gold and
silver chains and jewelry that hung from his neck,  and those that wrapped
around his hips, wrists and ankles. Ashura was wearing a black loin cloth and
dark orange furs around his shoulders, earrings in both their ears in the
Ootsutsuki clan symbol. Indra hummed lightly, hands covering a crystal ball
that had long since turned black. Ashura ran his hands across Indra’s backside,
leaning in to whisper to into his ear. 
 "Our grandson has arrived my darling.”,
 Indra, busy with his crystal ball took a moment to acknowledge  that his
brother had spoken. "Is that so dearest?" Indra muttered, sliding off his lap,
he stood up , the jewels dangling from him as he walked toward the double doors
of the throne room. Madara smiled as he entered, his grandmother pulling him
into his arms. “My boy~! Which one are you again dear?”
 The raven haired male chuckled, “I am Madara, grandmother, I need you and
grandfather to do some very important things for me” 
 Indra led his grandson into the throne room, Ashura looked at them both and
smiled. Ashura got up and embraced them both closely. “Welcome to your
ancestral home Madara-chan.”
They both noticed the bump that Madara sported, looking down at it adoringly,
Indra reached his hand down to rub it. “You’ve conceived a child?” came the
soft whisper.
 Madara nodded, he sat down between them both, silently discussing his plans
for vengeance…
 
 
TBC
 
 
***** Family Love Rituals *****
Chapter Summary
     Ashura and Indra spend some quality time with their grandchild.
"G-grandfaaaaaather!"
A loud moan sliced through the darkened palace in the underworld island. Madara
was sitting on his grandfather's lap, back facing the older man. This would
prove normal, if it were not for the sweat that trickled down Madara's naked
back, the hands that gripped and massaged his now heavily pregnant belly or the
fact that he was impaled on Ashura's fat cock. Thrusting up into his grandson's
soaking pussy, Ashura watched the eyes of his wife and brother, Indra. Indra
walked over, leaning down to lick at Madara's clit, running his tongue over
Ashura's dick everytime it reappeared from within their pregnant grandchild.
Ashura moaned, yanking Madara's head back he hissed into his ear. 
 
"As our mother and father did with us, as we did with your mother, so did your
mother bounce on this cock while pregnant with you and as you are doing now,
Indra placed a piece of his soul inside you through mixing his juices with my
cum, as I blessed you as you grew inside your mother's womb. So now shall I,
since your father is a disgraceful bastard, unworthy of being called our
nephew, so shall I climax inside your tight, sloppy pregnant pussy with the
force of an earthquake destroying a mountain! So that our great grandson will
be born with a piece of my spirit. I bless the babe thus with my sperm, so that
the magic in this world will carry on, even after Indra and I are destined to
fall"
 
Madara nodded, weeping as his grandfather held him close, kissing his neck and
face lovingly. "I know my sweet boy...We both know what became of our favored
daughter, Kogo. How she loved to tug and suck at her daddy's balls whilst her
mother fucked her upon his fingers..." Ashura whispered as he angled his
thrusts, slapping his hips into Madara's gently. He turned Madara's head to
face him, kissing him with loving tenderness, tongue pushing past his lips
their tongues danced together like lost lovers.
 
"Yes...Kogo was such a good girl, spreading her legs for her parents as a good
daughter should. We mourn her everyday, you will be a good boy and carry out
your plan with our help" Indra whispered as he kissed Madara and Ashura both
deeply. Ashura's hand moved over to finger his beloved brother's pussy as he
moved Madara down to lay on his back. Ashura gazed down at his beautiful
grandson, disconnecting from a second kiss a trail of saliva still connecting
them as their tongues bid farewell for the moment. 
 
The raven haired male cried out, his grandfather's penis growing larger and
splitting into two cocks. He yanked Indra down atop Madara, moving back to
stroke both his cocks. Both of them stared back at him before looking to each
other. They kissed passionately, pressing their dripping, heated pussies
together. Ashura watched intently, licking his lips as Madara rolled them over,
grinding down into his far more submissive grandmother. They both let out loud
moans, Indra wrapping his leg around Madara, the raven angling himself to
thrust his pussy against Indra's hard and slow.
 
The short brown haired male felt his cocks grow as hot and as hard as steel....
"Move your leg my love, tis my turn to fuck you both at once." Ashura growled
this as his brother dropped his leg. Ashura rubbed the swollen heads of both
his dicks against their sizzling wet entrances. He ground himself into them,
shifting his length's positions until they were one atop the other to fit this
way of fucking. He thrust into them both at once, twin moaning screams ripping
from his brother and his brother's current reincarnation that was also their
grandson. Madara whimpered into Indra's neck as Indra bit into the side of
Madara's neck, screaming in pleasure into the wound. Ashura's hips moved in
deeper, grinding harder. He held them both gently, his fangs elongated to bite
into the very back of Madara's neck as he mated with them both. He began to
fuck them faster, both their bodies sliding against each other. Madara's
pregnant stomach bulged, Indra massaged it soothingly, as the both of them met
Ashura's wild thrusts with smacks of their hips back into him.
 
All lovers came with keening cries of bliss as pleasure like explosions ripped
through they three. "Be blessed my beloved descendants!" like a holy ceremony
Ashura came hard inside Madara, his sacred seed spilling to fill the raven
haired male's womb. with a slick squelching sound, Ashura pulled out slowly,
his eyes glowing as he'd passed his spirit into Madara's unborn child.
 
"Quickly my loves, the babe will be born in a matter of a few more months. Such
is this fated, destined pregnancy. " He watched Indra and Madara untangle
themselves as they came down from their high. He picked them up one after the
other bridal style and laid them down in the massive wall to wall futon he and
Indra slept and frequently made love on. Gathering them both into his arms on
either side they snuggled into his chest, falling asleep with The Religion Of
Mages, a father, a brother, a lover, a husband, a grandfather, and soon to be a
son, watching over his wife-brother and his wife's current life as their
grandson.
 
Ashura fell asleep hours later, dreaming of being that son, a child who would
one day grow into a fine young man, long brown hair flowing in the wind, nature
at his every command and a sword that shone with the tears of angels in his
strong, firm grip in one hand, his mother flush against his chest in the other.
 
Dream Madara whispered into his reincarnation's ear, the name destined for the
as of yet unborn son.
 
"Mother loves you so very much....my Hashirama...."
 
TBC
***** The Origin Of Sin Part 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Madara listens to his grandparents tale.
The palace was still, the servants sweeping the grounds outside as the family,
now awakened from their post coital slumber, sat within continued on in
conversation. 
 Ashura sat on the floor near the thrones, Indra nestled in his lap. It had
proved to be a good morning for them all. Madara was curled up on a series of
soft pillows as he looked at his grandparents. They both regarded him with soft
eyes, Indra broke the silence between them.
 "You must be wondering what we are exactly, if our souls do not fully reside
in our bodies correct?” his grandmother's voice was soft, warm and sweet,
though clearly male in tone, it still reminded him of his mother. 
 “Yes actually grandmother, I must admit to being curious about that”
 Indra nodded, nuzzling into Ashura who wrapped his arms around his beloved,
holding him close to his heart. It was the younger of the brothers who spoke
next, “Our parents are The Old Gods, they had several children, we are the
youngest set of twins born from their divine power. We were both blessed in the
womb by our grandfather. Granting us both our own unique forms and power, we
cannot exist without each other. For we are the yin and yang of the magic in
this world. like Adam and Eve we are the origin of all tengu kind, of all
nature magics, of all kitsune tricks, in short we are the origin of the very
birth of magic itself. However like Adam and Eve, our half human brother
Orochimaru was the snake in our garden of eden.”
 Indra chimed in after his little brother found a particular spot on his neck
just perfect for sucking on. Moaning at the attention, Indra continued their
tale. “Orochimaru and his human wife Mikoto kept to their serpentine ways, they
formed the clan Pendragon. He waged war against us, our then 4 children came to
us and told us that they must choose a name for themselves for they would
always be our children, they just needed a surname that would not directly make
our enemies think of Ashura and I. This was due to the fact our children wished
to go to the human realm above and create lands where demons could live freely.
They wanted to protect us both in the process, our 4 children paired off with
each other, two possessed my eyes with the power to cast powerful witchcraft
and the wings of the tengu able to fly great distances. The other two commanded
nature with every cell in their bodies and fox magic with the tails of the fox
demon. These pairs were wed in a ceremony preached over by your grandfather”
 Ashura detached himself from his brother's neck, “Uchiha took after their
mother, Senju took after me. Uchiha married his brother, who was born with an
eye mutation we dubbed Hyuuga and Senju married his sister who was strong
enough to punch a hole through pure diamond and possessed the power of the fox
demon part of our family, Uzumaki. Uchiha's blood was stronger than Hyuuga so
therefore the clan was to be called Uchiha, even though Uchiha was the one
birthing the children. Eventually branches of Hyuuga broke away to form the
clan Hyuuga, but they were wiped out far before your mother was born. Senju’s
blood complemented Uzumaki’s, but Uzumaki was a terrible wife and sister, she
birthed him 800 children before killing him in his sleep one night after he
professed he had always loved their beautiful elder brother Uchiha, and that
several hundred of Uchiha's  children had been fathered by him even years
before Uchiha murdered Hyuga for sleeping with Uzumaki. After that we gave our
next children different names depending on which of the clans they were suited
for. Kogo was the youngest, Obito was born 6 years before her, those two loved
each other so deeply it was heartbreaking, we had to send them both above
before they knew of their older siblings plans. Orochimaru had located our home
and he was preparing to attack. We sent him back to the surface in defeat
however.”
 Madara frowned, “You sent them all above so they could fulfill their promises
to keep you both safe….They formed into only two different clans after a while,
The Uzumaki were absorbed by the Senju, then the Senju and some of the Uchiha
fused with the Pendragon to simply be known as Pendragon. The two clans that
still stand are Uchiha and Pendragon...My father, is your brother’s
son…..Taijima Pendragon...son of Orochimaru and Mikoto Pendragon….they unlike
you two do not possess any kind of true magic. Since Orochimaru is half human
it is impossible for him to use magic, because this is no childhood fantasy
tale about humans being able to do as only pure demons can. Orochimaru married
Mikoto….who is she?”
 Indra responded after a long pause, “Mikoto is our older sister, Mikoto was
born human and without magic.”
 
 The raven's eyes widened in realization, “So….Orochimaru wanted to create a
race of demons incapable of using magic?”
 The older men nodded, Ashura whispered, “He and our sister had many children,
those children went on to breed with humans, the Senju and Uchiha who joined
had all that was magical stripped away from them after generations of breeding
with humans. That is why you will see humans with red eyes and nothing else, or
humans who love nature and animals a bit, too much. Orochimaru wants to destroy
all magic in this world, simply because his mother was a human, and magic
carries from mother to child. You were born with magic because of your mother,
your brothers as well, your brother, Fugaku however….”
 Ashura trailed off and Madara leaned in closer to hear as his voice lowered to
a whisper.
 
“Your youngest brother, Fugaku ‘Arthur’ Uchiha, is not an Uchiha at all, he is
a Pendragon, Kogo is not his mother, his mother is a demon who possesses no
magic, Sakura, daughter of the Old Queen of Konohagakure, Tsunade Pendragon,
widow of Orochimaru.”
TBC...
***** The Birth Of God *****
Chapter Summary
     Madara gives birth...
“I… really?” Madara was at a loss for words, he could not believe that the
statement had just been spoken. “Grandfather….I must be truthful….as deep down
within my very soul do I hate my brother, at one point in my life, when I was a
child much older than he, I loved him, it was a fleeting feeling, lasting until
the night of his 17th birthday, he didn’t know who I was, for father had kept
him away long enough for him to grow up not remembering. I was taken to his
bedchambers, to give him his birthday gift. He did not recognize my face, even
as he stared into my eyes once he’d fully placed himself inside me. We made
love for hours...he came so many times my stomach was filled with his essence.
All I’d wanted in that time was for him to realize who I was..and embrace me
closer...he did not. He stood up, and left the bed once he heard mother enter
the castle. Mother was distracted that day...but all I know is that he killed
her, why he killed her I intend to uncover. But from what I could see, my
brother enjoyed my body, but he was after the heart of someone else, I was
young and foolish then, to think that a heartless bastard such as he would ever
feel anything for anyone other than himself.” Madara sat up, a deep frown on
his face.
Indra reached over to pet his hair, “we understand beloved grandchild, worry
not over the past, for the future rests and grows within your belly. That child
will need all the love and care you can offer. Nurture him, turn him into a man
and show him that this world is nothing but lies until one carves their own
path through it.” Indra smiled as his little brother settled his hand over his
own.
“For from your own flesh will be born a love truer than any in all the world of
mortals...equal only to your grandmother and I, never forget that, beloved
grandchild.” Ashura said this, lacing he and his older brother’s fingers
together. Indra turned to him, Ashura leaned in to kiss him passionately,
pulling him against his chest.
Madara smiled warmly at his grandparents, “make love my beautiful grandparents,
with the rituals completed I must depart back to the surface, my bastard of a
half-brother will not plan his own demise. He’s being crowned as King after he
goes questing for some sword with the Ninja known as Jiraiya. It will be a long
quest, or so Jiraiya will surely tell me once I make contact with him. He lied
to me about being a Ninja you know? When he discovered I too was a Ninja, he
quickly ceased trying to kill me. Such a wanker, anyhow, I leave you now my
loves”
Ashura was now between Indra’s legs, head tucked between his naked thighs for
they’d shed their clothing as Madara was speaking. “We...w-will seeeee you, b-
b-beloved graaaandchild, Aaaaah… Ashura, he is making for the surface~!” Indra
spoke in between his moans, Ashura’s only response was a muffled noise.
“Mmmfhhh!”, the other man would not be pulled away from eating his beautiful
brother’s pussy for anyone. He raised a hand in farewell, but crooked his
finger for Madara to approach. Madara walked over, Ashura’s finger began to
glow a dark green, he snaked his hand under Madara’s robes and fingered his
vaginal entrance hard and fast, shooting the power that rested on his finger
deep inside his grandson. He then pulled his finger out, smacked Madara’s fat
ass, giving it a nice firm squeeze as it jiggled under his hand, before waving
goodbye.
Madara chuckled at the perverted nature of his extremely sexual grandfather
before he made his way back up the long staircase that led to the portal to the
surface world. 
The Akatsuki, with it’s black sails that bore blood red clouds on each, set
sail once more. This time Madara had no desire to speak to anyone, his
grandparents had succeeded in their part of his plans. He rubbed his swollen
stomach, it would be another 5 month before he gave birth to his child. He was
eagerly awaiting that day, for the next 16 years after that he would be raising
his son to take Madara’s long suffering revenge for him.
Madara stood on the bow of the ship, watching as the sirens sang their songs,
unaffected thanks to his powerful blood born magics. His long spiky black hair
was left to hang loose, it flowed across his shoulders and face into the wind
that blew from the east. His eyes were painted red with a flare of dark green
on the edges in a fashion similar to his grandmother, an eye painting tin
nestled inside his kimono. He was dressed a in dark red kimono, the  dark green
sash tied around him in a female fashion. The kimono had black swirling
patterns across it, the robe beneath it was a dark green.
 
The green robe’s overlong sleeves hung over his hands. His gaze was crimson,
the symbol of the Uchiha Clan rested on the left breast of his kimono, the
symbol was also tattooed on his shoulders and back. He was not his father’s son
in any way shape or design. The pendragon symbol was the symbol the Senju had
once possessed before being destroyed by the Pendragon’s influence, it was this
symbol but with a dragon wrapped around it. He knew this because it was the
same crest his father had all over everything of importance that he owned, and
the castle itself.
The sirens were see through and glowed different colors, one was yellow, one
was pink and the final one was blue. He’d noticed this as the sirens song began
to crash it’s waves closer and closer to where he stood. The sirens floated
around the ship, glaring at him, he glared back. 
“Begone from my sight harlots.” he growled and the sirens dispersed back to the
other end off the ship with an angry huff from each of them. Madara stared
blankly out into the shadows of the sea. He enjoyed the calm and the quiet, his
son rolled inside him beffore settling back down again. A smile covered
Madara’s fface, it seemed his baby enjoyed it as well. A moment later, he was
vomiting over  the side of the ship. “Best not relax until you are formed a bit
more my love.” He rubbed his stomach affectionately once he finished speaking.
Months past and soon came the night he was preparing to give birth. The ninja
Jiraiya had left him a note, telling him that his plot would be unraveled and
that he’d informed Fugaku of the prophecy. Fugaku would order Madara to give up
his babe, upon Jiraiya’s return with the new king of Kohonagakure and all of
The Land Of Fire. 
 
Madara spat fire on the note and watched it burn.
 
He’d been home in the tower for the past 5 months, doing research on Tsunade
and Sakura. He discovered that they both lived o the Isle Off The Blessed. He
would worry about them later however. He sat down in the large nest that he’d
built, his mother had given birth to him in this tower and like all avian
creatures he returned to the place he was born to give birth himself.
Gripping at the bedsheets covering and mingled with the downy feathers, the
grasses, the tree branches, the leaves, sticks, twigs, moss and other soft
padding. He pulled the bedsheet away and settled into the embrace of the nest
itself. He’d stripped down naked curling up as the contractions began to rip
through his body. Ashura and Indra appeared, wiping the sweat from his brow,
they gathered supplies to help him, but a powerful magic slammed them both into
the farthest wall. Madara, inbetween gritting his fangs as he struggled through
the labor, screamed at the sight of this. His grandparents faded away, but not
before Ashura called out, “the babe’s name shall be Hashirama Mordred Uchiha-
Pendragon!”
The note Jiraiya left was not burned away completely and it glowed with his
power. Madara snarled, he roared at the note, sweat dripping down his body, his
legs spread he pushed with a strangled cry. He knew they would take his baby
away from him, Jiraiya appeared just as soon as he felt Hashirama crowning.
“You...were you not traveling with my brother?” he rasped, still caught in the
throes of childbirth, he stared at Jiraiya through sweat drenched bangs,
sticking to his face, breathing labored and heavy, contraction after
contraction leaving him gripping at his own hand in pain. He felt the blood as
it rushed from his vaginal opening, he could feel his sweet baby's head pushing
through his stretching pussy, He took a long moment to coax his baby's head
free, his shoulders following. His Hashirama's body was large and did not slide
out so easily, he had to keep pushing. Panting he glared at Jiraiya through
narrowed eyes, his voice was low and dangerous "what do you want with my baby,
Jiraiya?".
“Taijima has fallen dead in the throneroom. Fugaku is now king of the land of
fire, and as such he will quest for the sword when he has time to do so. He
knows not where the child is, so he has ordered every child with magic to  be
sent to him across the sea.” Jiraiya spoke briefly, guards flooded through the
chamber doors. Neither Jiraiya nor Fugaku knew that the child Madara was
currently giving birth to was the one destined to kill the King. All they knew
was that Madara was one of the number of ninja who were with child.
 
He pushed and pushed some more, his wings covering his body in an attempt to
shield himself and his baby from their eyes. He bit into his bottom lip, fangs
dragging across it until it burst into blood. Madara let out a blood curling
scream once he felt the silent guards break his delicate wingspan. Tears
threatening to fall at the searing pain, he pushed onward.
Madara could only watch, too weakened to use his magic as all his power was
being focused into birthing, as the soliders used anti magic gloves to restrain
the magic power of the newborn. Madara slammed the back of his head into the
face of the guard holding on to him, rushing toward the door as the man reeled
back in pain.
                                        
He could go not a step more, for one of the guards sent their fist flying into
his pale face. tears streaming down from the panic and distress in his eyes.
Madara let out a heart shattered wail the guards surrounded him, pushing him
back, back across the room, down into the nest.
 
"No no no give him back! give me back my baby!!" he cried out, groaning in pain
as the afterbirth flowed out.
The guards that held his wriggling newborn slammed the tower door shut and
Madara stared at the wood blankly, as if blaming it for allowing the men to
rend his beloved from him. 
Silent for what seemed an eternity, Madara suddenly started again screaming for
his child while the other guards held him down, their heavy boots crushing into
his milk laden chest...
 
The baby, his baby, his little Hashirama,  chose that moment to open his mouth
and wail in misery at being torn from his mother's shaking hands. The guards
carried the newly born baby to the docks, where all the other babies born that
night were already being loaded onto tiny boats and packed into larger ships.
Hashirama was placed, still slimy and naked, onto one such tiny boat and set
adrift with the thousands of other screaming infants. The mothers of each child
left where they lay while giving life to their precious ones, left crying in
heartbreak for King Fugaku had not sent for the babies to be brought to him, so
that he might lock them in some kind of darkened tower and raise them all to be
forces of good...
 
King Fugaku’s first act as king was to to set every child out to sea born on
the night he knew the child that was his son though he knew nothing of who the
mother was, would be brought into the world. One thousand babies were set to
their deaths that night, screaming in agony as the storm crafted by Jiraiya
wiped out every boat and sunk each of the ships.
 
Little Hashirama however, freed from the anti magical barrier of the tiny boat
he was on, grew a small tree from his back, which held him above the rush and
roar of the deadly sea below. Eyes still closed, he tilted his head up to the
moon light that shone down around him. His great grandparents embrace from the
underworld, their voices whispered to him, his crying quieted to happy gurgles,
comforted by their presence around him, they muttered,
"Cry, cry if you wish to open your eyes to see your mother for the first
time...cry if you wish to live, cry for us handsome great grandchild, cry and
be saved, we are always watching over you....we will keep you safe this
night...cry! Cry and live for it is your destiny to live through this betrayal
of your father to you. Cry!"
 
When his great grandparents voices faded, he cried like he'd hadn't cried in
all his 20 minutes of life. Soon enough a fisherman heard his cries, and
plucking him from the protective branches of his self made tree fortress, the
fisherman vanished into the night, cleaning the child and wrapping him in
warmth and comfort...
 
"Let the night be unbroken...."
 
TBC...
 
***** Hush Child Part 2: Baby Mine *****
Chapter Summary
     Reunion, Fugaku is a fool.
Chapter Notes
     This fic is my baby. Stay tuned.
 
The fisherman, known as Boruto smiled down at the now happily wiggling newborn.
He walked into the run down hovel he shared with his companion, Kawaki. Kawaki
stared at Boruto, ‘’from whence didst thou findth that babe?’’ he questioned
curiously toward the blonde fisherman. Boruto shook his head, setting the baby
down in a basket he’d picked up and cleaned out from the corner. “He was in a
gathering of branches, shooting up right out from betwixt the waves he was! tis
a sight to behold, I said to me self, seeing yon ships and boats capsize with
nere a chance of life toward the other little uns. But this one, he must posses
some powerful magicks to beable to be supported by a tree limb growin from out
the very sea itself! Something told me, I somehow could feel I had to rescue
the babe, his name is, well I can't rightly recall if’in tha feelin I’d gotten
had any clue as to the infant’s name. But whatever it tis, I shall do all I can
to care for the lad, you as well Kawaki.” 
 The older of the two fisherman chuckled at his lover and stood up, walking
over behind him to wrap his arms around him from behind. “Would be my honor,
we’ll care for the babe until his real parents come for ‘im, you’ve got your
own babe to take to tendin” he rubbed his wife’s pregnant stomach, Boruto
smiled and kissed him, their daughter, Sarada would be born soon. 
 
                                        A few days later
 Madara had scoured the countryside in search of his baby. His eyes were filled
with panic and his heart was weighed down by despair. He had enlisted the help
of the crew of the Akatsuki after days of no leads and no information. He was
met by Hidan, the first mate and lover of Captain Dead also known as Kakuzu. 
 “We found some ships, well pieces of ships and boats, all sunk, the wreckage
from the storm is pretty bad, the bodies of hundred upon hundreds of dead
newborns fill the water. We need you to come, to make certain that your son is
not a corpse.” Hidan said this as he put a hand to Madara's shoulder.
 “My child is not a corpse!”, he rushed away from Hidan to hurry down the path
to the beach.
 However, when he got there, a powerful blast of magic sent him tumbling
backwards. He stared, eyes dead as the sea seemed to vanish before his very
sight.  Hidan followed, frowning, for days Madara had looked a man possessed,
haunted. He couldn't imagine what the other had to go through. To  be forced
from his own child, newly born and in need of the skin to skin contact with his
mother. But this, to watch Madara’s only lead be torn away from him as well.
Hidan couldn’t even began to fathom the pain loaded like a gun that released
with the animalistic banshee shrieking wail of pure and unfiltered misery that
saw fit to claw its way out of Madara’s throat.  
 “Your father is a black hearted self serving bastard... I will have my
revenge! Do you hear me?!…One day I swear this to you Fugaku, you will know my
wrath!” the wind whistling in his hair, his eyes spun red and black. Rage
lashed out around him as he howled like a rabid wolf. “Hell will be too good
for a arrogant fool such as you!!” he called out yet again, his broken wings
sprouting from his back he lifted himself into the air, ignoring the liquid hot
pain that shot through his entire body with the effort. “You hear me you
bastard?! the child I gave birth to is fathered by nunne but you! you vile
child murdering bastard!!”
 Farther away, Fugaku stood in front of a massive creature, a dragon, the
dragon showed him this scene like a movie playing in his scales. Shock and
anger filled the man, to know that his brother had tricked him… but fuck if
that wasn’t some good tight pussy.  He nodded at Jiraiya causing the old man to
sputter. “But Fugaku, if you allow him to quell his fears. if he finds the
babe, you -will- die one day. are you certain you wish to take that risk?” 
 Fugaku spoke for the first time, “Aye, I care not about some wee child, born
of incest  betwixt myself and my whore of a brother. Let him have the bastard,
what damage could that do to me? Tobirama, the same as my other Tobirama
namesake wives, will be dutiful to me. Any child he bares I will keep close
eyes upon, for death will not take another heir from me” Fugaku had been
preparing to be a king for years. Now that he finally was one, he would not let
anything stand in his way. However, he didn’t think that a mere, possibly
deformed child would be of any threat to him.
 Even kings make foolish choices…
 Madara had long since fallen back to the beach, his broken wings draped around
him. Pulling them back inside his body he stood up and watched as the sea was
visible once more. With a whoop of elation he dove headfirst into the carnage.
 He remained silent while watching Madara dive into the bloody ocean waves. The
bodies, some half eaten, still floating like some kind of macabre watery parade
of graves.
Madara's eyes were wide in desperation, he’s asked the spirits if it were
possible for his precious child to die so early. His hours of prayer and
chanting fell down deaf and dumb, no response given other than total still and
quiet.
 It had driven him mad with grief and determination.
 He searched every body one by one, until finally climbing out of the crashing
blood filled waves. Hidan observed the stricken look in his eyes. Madara met
his gaze for the briefest of milli seconds.
 “My son lives! oh by the goddess my baby is alive, we must locate him, my
soul, my body, my very heart is dying without my precious most beloved little
Hashirama in my arms…”
 The Akatsuki crew were sent out to search the country they found the child,
nestled in a cradle within the home of Kawaki and  Boruto. The  middle aged
ninja farmers were happy to give the giggling baby back to his overly excited
mother as Madara was brought in. Madara nuzzled his sweet boy close, feeling
and seeing the  red thread of fate that bound them together tug tight at his
heart.
“My little love, I received no answer from the gods of your safety...I am so
very  overjoyed with happiness you are alright!!”, he wept as he held his baby
close, burying his nose against him causing him to wiggle in delight. He
tearfully thanked the couple before Hidan escorted him back to the ship. Madara
laid down in the deepest part of the ship, curled up around his infant son. 
He stroked the baby's light covering of hair, holding him, covered by his own
hair for warmth, against his naked chest. His wings were still broken, they
hurt very badly even while inside his body to heal. When he felt his beloved
little one toss and turn against him, still distressed due to their brief
separation, he knew it was time. He sang the lullaby quietly, cradling his
newborn. His voice carried into the darkness. 
Hashirama settled down, falling asleep as his mother finished singing, he
smiled and kissed his head. Once the ship docked, Madara made his way back to
the tower he lived in. Sitting by the window he stared out, holding Hashirama,
now bundled in a dark green blanket with the Uchiha and Pendragon symbols fused
patterning it, closer. He looked out at the castle’s shadow across the ocean.
“One day, my little love….one day, that will all be yours, and vengeance shall
be mine.”
Little Hashirama’s eyes opened in that moment, his mother gazing down at him
lovingly.  The baby gave a  light gurgling sound of happiness, he could see!
and oh his mommy was pretty! Like the moon! Even though he had never seen it,
it felt pretty!.
 
Madara’s heart melted.
 
The years passed, Madara raised his son in comfort and secrecy.
For the first 12 years of his life that is.
TBC.
 
***** Determination Of God's Youth *****
Chapter Summary
     Years later, 12 year old Hashirama spends time with his beloved
     mother. Serious topics are discussed.
 
 
 
Years went by, Madara raised his son quietly, teaching him to use the powers
he’d manifested early in his childhood. He trained him in hand to hand combat
and the use of different weapons. When training was done he held his boy close
to his chest as they lay in front of the fireplace in the tower they called
home. Stroking his little Hashirama’s hair silently, he would hum the lullaby
he’d been singing to him since birth.
One such night it was currently, Madara curled up around his son on the rug in
front of the fire, arms wrapped tightly around him. “Mother, why must I face my
father one day? We train everyday and into the night sometimes too! is he that
bad of a person? Why did he kill all the other children?”
Madara sighed, running his hand through Hashirama’s hair, kissing his forehead.
They rarely had this conversation and he could not tell his child the full
truth, the voices that whispered warned him against it. “Because, beloved boy
of mine, your father is a cruel ruler, you said yourself just now, he killed
all the other children, every ninja child born is far younger than you, he
killed every possible friend your age you may have ever had.”
Hashirama frowned, hugging his mother around the waist, pressing his face into
the broad chest. “Sorry I asked mother…”
He shook his head, kissing Hashirama’s hair as he rubbed his son’s back. “Worry
not yourself over such a thing my sweet baby, you know your father is nothing
but a shit stained streak upon this earth, all you need do is follow the voices
within the trees, hone your magic skills, as they whisper to you, as they
whisper to me, remember child, loyalty...."
The boy looked up at his mother, the sound of sniffling had reached Madara’s
ears and he smiled softly as his child wiped his eyes quickly and reattached
himself to his mother, determination burning in his dark orbs. 
“Anything everything, every breath I take mother! nunne other, by my life and
my sword, the magic that grows like wrapping tree roots from my very body! I
will grow up to be strong just like you! and then I will grow to be even
stronger than you! So that I can protect you and all the children that will
exist when I am an adult. I will not let my vile father kill anymore kids! Not
while I am alive! and…” 
His voice grew soft, as he reached his smaller hand up to lace his fingers
together with his silently weeping mother’s. “I won’t let him make you shed
tears of such heartache, you are my everything...my beautiful mother, and one
day, your heart will never feel pain again, for my father will be dead and I
will be the only one within it.”  The boy then ran his other hand’s finger
across his mother’s eyes, to wipe away the tears that had gathered within them.
His son’s words touched his very core, he enveloped his small frame in his arms
and held him close to his chest. “I love you so much, my little Hashirama.” he
whispered, kissing his child’s cheeks.
Hashirama squealed in protest his mother’s hands moving to tickle him. “I I am
a man! I’m not little! one day, one day you will see mother!” he giggled in joy
as Madara stood up, scooping him into the air and placing him in his arms,
rocking him before spinning him around, arms outstretched. 
Their joyous laughter filled the normally cold and barren tower, “we shall see
about that my little one, you will grow to be a mighty man will you?”
Hashirama puffed his cheeks and chest out in an attempt to look intimidating
even though his mother was holding him in the air. “Gaah! put me down! put me
down! I can’t show off how manly I am while being twirled about like some child
mother!”
Madara chuckled, kissing his cheeks and nose as he set him to the floor only to
pull him back down into another attack of tickles and kisses. “You can show off
your manly skills once you master the art of the sword, your father fights
dirty and will not hestiate to cheat, you must have a grip of your ninja
skills! Remeber my son, a ninja must see through deception”
Things calmed down after a while as they drifted into the serious subject
matter. Hashirama laid with his head against his mother’s chest, nuzzling his
face into it while he wrapped his shorter arms around Madara’s waist tightly as
he normally did. “I know mother, a ninja’s path is to always walk through the
shadows, casting our enemies unawares before they feel the sting of death. I
know what I must do, I will never run or hide from my duty.”
He looked down at his son, “What is your duty, Hashirama?”
The son looked back up at his mother, eyes once again burning with a
seriousness and deternimation that was far beyond his childhood age. In a clear
and unwavering voice he spoke. 
"To protect you, even though it means I will die oneday.  I must protect you at
all costs mother.”
A frown found it’s way to Madara’s face, “I know, that that is what the voices
whispered to me, so many years ago, before you were born, that part within the
lullaby...is..”
Hashirama cut him off, speaking with a wisdom that one so young should never
posses. “That part within the lullaby is my destiny mother, I accept that, I
may be a child, but children younger than me have been fighting and dying at my
father’s hands. I am not a coward, I would dive into hell for you, my beautiful
mother….”
Madara sighed, wanting to hear no more of his son’s chivalry or noble speeches
this night. He pulled him closer and waving his hand over them both they were
settled in bed. He felt Hashirama yawn, snuggling closer to him beneath the
covers. He let a smile play on his face, holding his boy against himself, his
need for revenge now being challenged by his rising fears for his beloved
baby….
But one day, Hashirama would no longer merely the child of his body, the flesh
of his soul, a life he could easily protect with a flick of his wrist…
No, Hashirama would one day grow to become a man, and on that day, 
Madara would have no choice but to let fate drag him along with the thrashing
tides it created. He would be but a character on a page of destiny and he
already knew he would do all in his power to prevent the pages from rotting
away with time. 
TBC.
***** Mother Dearest *****
Chapter Summary
     Fugaku sees not what goes on his own court, Obito makes an
     appearance, Hashirama returns after a year away to make his
     intentions and his feelings clear.
Chapter Notes
     update: Changed Hashirama introducing himself by Hashirama. Changed
     it to him introducing himself by his middle name, Mordred. This is my
     version of the scene in Merlin on the BBC when Arthur meets Mordred.
Fugaku sat on his throne, Tobirama beside him. A thousand thoughts were flowing
through his mind as he sat there. The Knights Of The Round Table entered
shortly after his thought processes began. Currently only consisting of his
closest friends and others. Kagami being the top knight in the kingdom, who
frequently escorted the queen everywhere. Sir Danzo and Sir Kimimaro walked in
and sat down. Followed by Sir Haku and several other knights whom Tobirama had
hand selected. Fugaku had not bothered to learn any of their names just yet. 
A messenger arrived to the throne room, rushing inside with a letter.
“Urgent news my liege! The Land Of Sound has declared war on the Land Of Fire!
also, a group of Ninja have been spotted in a village with a child on our
farthest northern border!” 
Fugaku waved the man away as he stood up. “Are you going then?” Tobirama asked
cryptically voice clipped and short.
“Of course I am going my wife, why would I not? We will discuss the important
topic of our marriage when I return in no less than 5 days ride.” Kissing his
stony faced wife of 12 years, the king left with his knights in tow, leaving
Kagami to ‘tend’ to the Queen. Though Fugaku’s knowledge of it was greatly
stunted into platonic where there was none.
When the king and his men rode off to deal with the various problems of the
kingdom, Kagami approached the Queen. Escorting him to the farthest area of the
castle away from the throneroom, to the bedchambers Tobirama shared with his
husband. As the door closed behind them, the Queen’s robes slipped away from
his body. Next sight visible as the door swung closed, Kagami’s hands then
firmly pressed into the backs of Tobirama’s thighs.
As the King rode to his destination, the ninja jiraiya rode up beside him. “Do
you not think it odd, your holy crusade against all Ninjakind and yet you keep
an old man like myself around?”
Fugaku shook his head, smiling for the first time that day, “nonsense, you
basically raised me, when my father’s madness took hold and the castle was
about as safe as a pit filled with poisonous snakes and spiders. I care not
about your ninja race, You are as a father to me Jiraiya, I am yet a young
King, such guidance is needed. What say the dragon?”
The Dragon that lived in the cave system on Yondaime mountain, was a fierce and
tempermental beast known as the Kyuubi or the Nine-Tailed beast. For the large
dark orange dragon possessed nine winding, lashing tails. He was of great
council to Jiraiya, warning he and the King of the possible futures that could
befall them should something foolish happen. 
“The dragon….he says you have made your choice, he wishes to speak with you
again but not soon. He is only helping you because of me and even then his help
is neither beneficial nor detrimental and only the choices you make can decide
the outcome of the future.”
Fugaku shrugged, night had fallen and the knights set up camp near an old
swamp. Suddenly a loud cry could be heard, a young brown haired boy came
rushing out of the underbrush, a massive creature chasing after him. Fugaku
sighed, “curse these ninjas and their foul magicks!” he pulled out his sword,
though it was no Excalibur, not yet, and struck down the strange bug creature.
Upon closer inspection it seemed to be some overgrown wood eating thing. He
turned to the terrifed boy. “Are you alright lad?” he offered softly, holding
an armored hand out. His armor was a dark red to represent the land of fire.
The boy hesitantly took his hand and stood up, dusting himself off. “I am fine
your majesty”, he noticed the royal crest upon the armor the other wore.
“Simply scraped and bruised is all, those ninjas and their magickks are an
intense lot they are.”
Fugaku nodded in approval, “you would be right about that my boy”
Suddenly, a man appeared from the treeline, “boy! where did you run off to?”
came the call of a man dressed in a black cloak with an orange swirling mask
covering his face. 
The boy ran over to hug his leg, the man picked him up and looked at the King,
“thank you for finding my nephew your highness”, he bowed his head in thanks as
he spoke. 
“No problem, some odd creature was chasing after the poor boy, I couldn’t very
well stand by as one of my subjects is devoured by some horrid Ninja’s
magicks.” Fugaku supplied as he spoke with a soft voice.
The masked man nodded, setting the boy down, the child made to walk back into
the wood with his uncle, before Fugaku called over to him, “boy, what is your
name?”
The boy turned to him, blank eyed and stone faced, “My name is Mordred.”
The two then departed and Fugaku was left to scratch his head in confusion at
why the child’s  bone chillingly cold eyes had been filled with the hatred of a
man ten times his young age…
Elsewhere, Madara sat in his tower, lightly humming to himself as he worked on
a larger pair of robes for his son. Hashirama entered the tower, followed by
the masked man.
“Mother, why did you not tell me of your uncle?” he asked as the masked man
vanished before Madara turned around.
“Uncle? I have many uncles, the one closest to my mother was Obito. He always-”
Madara found himself cut off by his son.
“Wears a swirling orange mask. I met him in the forest, he saved me from the
giant termite demon colony. But one escaped his Ninjutsu and chased me through
the forest. It was there, it was there I met my father for the first time. He
didn't know who I was thankfully, I just told him my middle name.”
When his son finished speaking, Madara found himself shivering in pure rage.
“You...saw him? Well then, for the next few years we will have to amplify your
training.”
Hashirama nodded, his fists clenched, “He spoke about Ninja as if we were
filth…”
His mother pulled his son close, “You didn't use any Ninjutsu or magicks did
you?” a chord of worry echoed through his soft tone.
“No no of course not mother, he wasn't any the wiser and he even saved me from
the monster.” Hashirama pressed his face into his mother’s chest, wrapping his
arms around his mother’s waist. “Mother I don't want ever, to be seperated from
you again...I’d never let myself be caught by him, not now I'm not strong
enough, I must get stronger.” 
Madara held Hashirama close and tight, settling him in for a meal of roasted
milk maid, for it was a well known fact demons devoured humans whose sins had
become so great it grew like a curse to their blood. That curse was a beacon
for demons. Unfortunately, Fugaku was not a full human, but a demon who
possesses no magic. 
For the next 5 years Madara raised his son, until before the 5th year,
Hashirama left the tower and did not return until the following year. The
entire 4th year Madara panicked and worried over the safety of his son, who in
the times they lived in, the sixth century, was now a man at 16. His fear was
quelled when a letter arrived during Christmasse. Delivered via a messagener
hawk he learned his sweet baby would be returning to him  soon. On his next
birthday in the depth of autum nearing next winter. 
Madara waited patiently for his son’s return and one day, as he was cleaning
things inside the tower, the much taller and longer haired form of his child
stepped inside. Madara felt a pair of warm strong arms wrap about his waist,
his son placing his coffee tanned cheek against that of his mother's moon
kissed one. Madara smiled, feeling his boy’s chocolate brown hair mingle and
mix with the sea of spikes of his own. He also felt something quite large and
hard pressing into the very crease of his wide ass, his son pulling him back
against his larger, broader chest. Madara's face turned as red as the tomatoes
he liked to grow by the window sill. “W-Welcome home my son”
“It is good to be home my mother. Tell me, in truth, what do you think of me
now? Am I not the mighty man you wished me to become?” Hashirama held out his
arm and a rose vine grew from it, a blue rose blooming from the end. It plucked
itself off and he placed it in his mother’s hair. He spun Madara around to face
him, the shorter man gazed up at his son lovingly.
“Of course my beloved child, you-”
Madara could speak no more, for his son had pulled him up into his embrace and
kissed him on the mouth in a kiss shared between the deepest and most
passionate of lovers.
With the same determination burning in his eyes as when he was a child, he
whispered into his mother’s ear, in a husky, sex laden tone.
“Forgive me for leaving, my beautiful mother, but I am a man of 17 years
now...I left… I left before to learn how to pleasure you, to learn how to
 become the man I truly needed to be. No one else will touch you..taste
you...Goddess mother I want to eat your pussy until you scream for the melting
iron clad sword of my body to be buried to the hilt inside you...no one else
can….fuck you...fill you with their cock and gift you to bursting with their
seed….but me! I won't allow it, I won't allow anyone else to be near you,
forget the emotions I know you still hide for my father...I know this may seem
wrong mother but, I love you, I love you so much and I will die if you are not
impaled upon my dick soon this night!”
TBC
***** Embrace Of Love Within Hearts Entwined. *****
Chapter Summary
     Hashirama experiments, then returns home to his only 'woman', his
     mother.
                                 (A_year_ago)
 
Hashirama sat down next to his horse, eyes scanning the horizon. He’d left home
to discover himself, to find his footing in the ways of being a man. He had to
gain the knowledge needed to be with his mother the way he desired. He knew,
deep in his gut he knew his beloved mother had at one time held feelings for
his father, the King Fugaku.
 
It enraged him to no end just trying to imagine his father touching his mother,
even if it had been to create him. He wanted to kill his father for many
reasons, Fugaku was an unjust King, he killed innocent ninjas just for being
ninjas. He made Hashirama’s mother weep every so often, when he thought no one
was around to hear, the teen would watch or listen to his mother’s sobs, either
of rage or a deep, unidentifiable sadness. He would never forgive his father
for whatever he’d done. Ever. 
 
Another reason and the most important of all the reasons, he wanted his mother
for himself. His mother would belong to him alone, he would have to kill his
father to make that happen. Most of all he would have to find men and women to
lie with in order to make certain his mother would become his.
 
But that's when he remembered the prophecy….he would die. But it mattered not,
he didn’t want to break his vow to his mother, he would protect him. He was
willing to give up his life to the darkness of eternal sleep if it meant his
mother was saved. If he could see his mother smile his beautiful smiles and
fill him with tender joy and happiness with the time he had in this life, it
would all be worth it.
 
Everything he did, he did for his mother, Madara was his whole world, his
universe, and he knew that even if he had been raised by someone else, say the
happy couple who found him, he would still be just as deeply devoted to only
his mother. He had traveled across the sea to stay with Boruto and his husband
and their daughter Sarada whom was a year younger than he. She would cast
glances his  way, but he would never touch her, she was the daughter of the men
who’d saved him as an infant and nothing more.
 
He’d met a woman he was pursuing for his sexual education, by the name of Mito.
She was one of the few remaining of a small band of Uzumaki that had not
integrated with Pendragon. She seemed to like him well enough, he hoped she
didn’t think he wished to engage in a relationship of any form.
 
He still had a lot to learn about life, but his first steps into it would be
carefully calculated. He was in no way shape or form his father's son, not
personality wise. He was a kind and loving person, he just loved and cared for
his mother above all others.  He’d spent a long time with Mito, finally came
the night she opened her legs for him. He held her body and closed his eyes,
trying his hardest to ignore her gasps of pleasure or the smell of her arousal.
If it was not his mother beneath him, therefore it meant nothing to him.
 
They fucked every night for months piling into months, he took to his bed other
women and female gendered men, lambskins and herbs preventing any unwanted
accidents. When he was finally to the point he knew he could return to his
mother in confidence, confess his undying love far beyond the familial sense…
Mito announced she was pregnant.
 
His world fell onto it's head, he never wanted children with anyone other than
his mother! He later learned she’d poke holes within the lambskins he used with
her. His anger was a thing of terror, he’d forced her into aborting the
pregnancy. He did this by throwing her down a flight of long stairs after
strangling her until her eyes bulged out of her head. All this during a heated
argument about her demanding he marry her infused with his unshakeable rage.
 
                                   (Present)
 
Hashirama held his mother close to his heart, gazing into his eyes intensely.
Madara stared deeply into the eyes of his most beloved son, heart pounding in
his chest.
Hashirama kissed his mother’s eyelids as they sang each part of the lullaby
together. His mother hugged him tight, feeling Hashirama's hand sliding through
his black tresses.
 
Hashirama kissed his mother passionately, pressing against him. “every day that
passes mother, think only of me, my love for you that burns hotter than the
sun, and be at peace..."
 
He knew what his son was alluding to, he didn’t want to think about it, not
right now. Madara whispered into his ear. “ Always, now, let us dance my
child…”
 
Hashirama nodded with the brightest of grins. He grabbed one of his mother’s
hands, arm sliding snugly around Madara’s waist. The older man rested his head
against his taller son’s chest. They stood there, by the fire, gently swaying
from side to side. Suddenly, the teen spun his mother around, twirling him as
if they were dancing in a ballroom setting. Smiling at the actions of the
younger, Madara let himself be dipped once returning to Hashirama’s hold. They
once again stared into each other’s eyes, memories of the past floating to the
forefront of each their minds.
 
                                (Years_Earlier)
 
A 7 year old Hashirama was running through the market stalls. Strapped to his
back was a small sack of tomatoes, he had to travel to the other end of the
village, climb the hills to reach the forest and sneak into the farmer’s
garden. He did it all to get the tomatoes his mother adored. They were only
found in this village but the villagers refused to sell anything to Madara or
his son. They feared his mother’s ninja magics. His ninjutsu that could set a
man ablaze with a single breath, they feared his mother a fire breathing
dragon. In reality his mother was a fire breathing tengu, but the thought of
the villagers running away from his bird winged mother as if he were a mighty
dragon made Hashirama giggle a bit. He ran over broken crates, dove beneath
people carrying large baskets, and even leaped up to the thatched roof of a
house just to slide down the line that was hooked to another home to lay out
the wash. The village was quiet save a few people wandering about with wares on
the streets. He got dirty looks from these people but paidit no real attention.
He was just so happy he could get his mother what he needed! He did this at the
same time every year so he could surprise his mother with a fresh bowl of these
kind of tomatoes on the table every year on the same day.
Mother was always fixing the holes in his shoes, patching up the rips in his
tunics, combing out his steadily longer hair every night around the same time,
this was the least Hashirama could do to show his mother he was appreciative.
Madara never asked Hashirama to go out on these excursions, he took it upon
himself to do with a wide grin on his most often mud streaked face.
Madara would smile and wipe the dirt from his child’s face every time, quietly
thanking him.
Today would be no different! He thought this as he dashed past a group of
people gathered around the village elder’s house. One of them grabbed him by
the collar, throwing him to the ground. Whispers began, of people muttering,
“it’s the witch’s son!”. Hashirama stood up and tried to give the crowd a wide
birth. The people would have none of it, they encircled him. A woman shrieked,
“ ‘es the one what responsible for the raised taxes! Look at ‘im, the king said
that if even one babe around this age was walkin about this year that they was
evil they was!”
A man shouted back, “an who told ya that? This little boy is clearly nothing
but a common criminal, look at ‘is eyes!”
Hashirama was glaring at the villagers angrily, they were cutting in to his
time to get home before dark. One of the larger men snatched him up, Hashirama
refused to harm innocent people, but this guy was really pushing it. He
glowered up at the adult, at last trying to break free from his grip. The boy
was thrown on to the ground, the tomatoes crushed as he landed with a loud wet
thunk. His eyes widened in grief and rage. He turned his attention to the other
large males coming toward him.  
Hashirama screamed in agony as the teens attempted to rip his hair from his
scalp. As a more nature oriented creature, he was a walking plant for the most
part, his hair was living part of himself. He wanted to destroy them all but he
knew using his powers in a small town things were just about as secretive as
the sky is blue, was a bad idea. He struggled to get away when a pair of pale
hands reached out to grab both men by their necks.
"How dare you harm my son!" the voice hissed in rage, fingers squeezing their
throats, soon, he'd strangled both the men to death.
Hashirama looked up to see his mother. Death glaring at the entire gathering
that quickly dispersed.
Hashirama frowned. He walked over to the box and held up to to his mother to
show him that he’d at least tried.  "Mother! mother they ruined it!"
The tomatoes were crushed and squished, but Madara gathered them into his hand
and ate the bag as well along with the tomato paste. “ it's quite fine my baby,
I love it anyway, yummy! see? Thank you, my little Hashirama..”
“Happy birthday mother, I love you!”
                                  (Present.)
They danced slowly, Madara smiling as he recalled these memories. Hashirama
grinned at him, twirling him around with the edge of his own fingers once more.
"Do you remember, dear mother, the same gift I always got you every year for
your birthday?" he spoke, pulling Madara close and swaying once more.
"Yes my love, you'd risk limb and life to get me those tomatoes, the farmer
nearly killed you on more than one occasion." Madara smiled against his son's
wide broad chest.
They danced slowly, soaking in each other's presence and basking in the fact
they could have this moment together undisturbed. Hashirama kissed the top the
his mother's head lovingly.
"I've got a much better present for you this year my mother..."
Their dance carried on into the night, waltzing in front of the fireplace as if
it were a small ball room. Hashirama dipped his mother again, arm wrapped
around Madara's lower waist, pressing him flush against his body.
Soon enough,they continued from where they’d left off in the lullaby earlier.
“Hashirama, remind me again?”
As one they  spoke,
 
“Only to me”
 
“Only to you”
 
Hashirama smiled into the kiss, Madara kissing him fiercely, wrapping  his arms
around his neck. Hashirama grabbed him round the waist, picking up the speed in
their dance. He danced Madara across the room, holding tightly to his hand with
their fingers interlocked and his free hand securely around his mother’s waist
to guide him.  “I love you far deeper than a son should my mother….remind me…”
 
Hashirama chimed in the next line, alongside his mother as one voice smooth and
deep.
 
“Only to me”
 
“Only to you”
 
 
The kisses between them grew more heated in nature. The fire inside both of
their bodies made the fireplace pale in comparison. Heavy breathing followed
piercing gazes of love. Madara purred, nuzzling into him gently as the kiss
broke. "As I love you far more than a mother should..."
 
 
Hashirama pulled his mother down, as they stood there, once again swaying in
their dance. He pushed him down onto  the fireplace rug. "Then let us embrace
our forbidden love...I want to make love to you mother..."  Hashirama looked
over at the fire, lighting it before he curled up around his mother on the rug.
He kissed allover Madara’s face, chest, neck and abdomen. His hands slid up
Madara’s sides, scratching lightly and massaging the flesh there. He looked at
him in the eyes and whispered something to him that made his mother’s pale face
light up with the moon. Hashirama smiled,  he whispered this as he kissed his
mother again.
 
Madara began, kissing him back. "Hashirama, you are the very thing that has
kept me living all these years..." he would not speak of his need for revenge,
he'd done so enough when his son was still a child. Hashirama knew how his
mother felt of such subjects.
 
Hashirama hugged him tight against his body, "You are the beacon of light for
my soul to follow my mother" the son stared long and hard at his mother,
whispering a revised part of the lullaby, crafted by Hashirama himself, into
his ear.
 
His mother stared at him, unsure of the words he’d heard, his son kissed him
once more, finishing the lullaby.
 
The words shared between only the two of them, the wind outside the tower walls
could not listen in tonight. The trees in the surrounding wood seemed to howl
silently on the wind that flowed through them, the night sky and the stars
above their only silent companion. The voices on the wind hummed in the tune of
a bleak prophecy of war and ruin that would ravage the lands if anything
happened to disturb the gods plans. The wind agreed in the way it swayed the
branches of the tree limbs, picking up leaves to dance upon it. The village was
quiet and still, and would grow that way even more, for once the mother and son
became one, none would venture out at night for fear of the screams that would
soon greet them even in slumber. The cries of forbidden passion that would be
coming from the tower this pitch dark night. They would all fear it the witch
queen was casting some poor soul to hell for wronging he or his by now grown
son.
It was about to be far from such inside, by the warmth of the fire, Madara
gripped at his child, tears swimming in his now swirling red and black orbs.
Green markings appeared on Hashirama's own face, his eyes turning to fox slits,
he slowly slid his mother’s robes away, to expose the milky smooth flesh
beneath. Hashirama kissed him again, harder, deeper, tongue sliding into his
mouth to ravage it. He kissed him desperately, as if to comfort the fear he
could clearly see gripping his beautiful mother's heart through his eyes. He
wanted to save his mother from all the suffering and pain he'd experienced in
his life. "Mother, I love you...let me take you...hold you in my arms and make
love to you the way a man should. Focus only on me, my voice, my scent, my
body, melt into my embrace as I melt into your body and fill you with my
seed..." Hashirama kissed down his chest softly, rubbing at his mother's
nipples with the tip of his tongue. Sliding his lips over every inch of the
elder man's front. Madara’s breath caught in his throat, as his son’s large
hand crept between his thighs to cup and palm his pussy. Hashirama squeezed the
flesh lightly, sending shivers down Madara's spine, his mother nodded slowly, a
gasp escaping him.
 
“I love you…”, his son whispered, removing his own robes as he laid his mother
down upon his back next to their spot by the warmth of the fire. Sliding
between his legs the son swooped down to steal another kiss. Madara pulled him
closer, kissing him feverishly, his long legs wrapping around Hashirama's
waist. 
 
“I love you too…” the mother spoke in a softly moaned whisper, feeling the
girth of his son’s cock as it slowly, torturously, slipped into him.
 
Once fully seated inside, Hashirama began to thrust into Madara slow and hard,
sledgehammering his hips against his mother’s. Madara whimpered in pleasure,
claws digging at Hashirama's back, the younger male looping his arm around his
waist. He pulled his mother back into his cock with every thrust of his own
hips. 
 
Smearing kisses up and down his throat, the brown-haired demon began to pound
his mother into the floor. Madara's hands gripped even tighter at his shoulders
as his son’s thrusts grew faster and pushed him down farther on his dick.
Hashirama's voice could be heard, in a quiet moan that left his lips softly.
 
"Mother, my most beautiful and lovely mother, forget all others and concentrate
only on me, what I am doing to your body, how I am making you feel...cum with
me mother...let us reach heaven together, when the day comes that my destiny
arrives, I will make love to you every night until the time draws near..I love
you..I love you for all time and beyond, even when my last breath is close, I
will use every last ounce of strength I possess to shout to the very world of
how passionately I love you..."
 
 Tears streaming down his face at the sheer unfairness of the ties of fate,
Madara gazed into his son's eyes and kissed him harshly, the love he felt for
his child exploded in his chest, even as he could feel them both nearing the
edge of climax already. Lacing their fingers together, the son pinned his
mother's arms above his head as he slammed in him faster and rougher with every
push forward. He kissed Madara's tears away, whispering sadly, "do not cry
mother, please don't cry...when I die I will die for you...I am always going to
protect you mother...I want you to myself...I will gladly give my life to save
you from -him-, I live for you my mother, I die for you...let me have these
last years of my life filled with your happiness...I want to make you
happy...together now mother! cum with me!"  Quivering thighs clamped down
around Hashirama's waist, he violently pressed  back into him with an audible
smack of his hips.
Moaning Madara whispered, "I will hold you close and never let you go my sweet
baby...all that we can discuss once our lovemaking is complete for the night.
Now cum...cum inside me...help me forget"
"Mommy… my beautiful and perfect mother, none other will ever come before you
in my eyes. My love and my loyalty are yours alone…!” he panted into Madara’s
ear, their breaths mingling as the room began to heat with every thrust into
the sloppy wet pussy that was slowly driving his cock wild with passion. He
pulled out and, staring down into his mother’s eyes, wiping away the sweat that
had formed at his brow.
Madara looked up at him, whimpering in deperation, body aflame, “don’t stop my
son…not now, I beg you….gods…keep going…”
Hashirama smirked, his hips moving back to rub against Madara’s thigh
teasingly. He ran his cock through his mother’s folds, gaining him a long
ragged moan of need from his beloved mother. Hashirama pinned Madara’s hands
above his head and slowly pushed his fat cock back inside.
 
It was torture! Hashirama was pushing inside him once again, but this time it
was so slow Madara could cry with how close he was to release. He leaned up to
kiss Hashirama’s neck, kissing his cheeks and lips. The younger of the two
pulled his mother away,  using one hand to do so and the other to keep his
mother’s hands pinned. He kissed down Madara’s neck, suckiling at his
collarbone and grinding his penis up against his mother’s vagina slowly.
Madara’s head turned to the side, red lining his cheeks at the treatement.
Hashirama kissed and licked at one of his mother’s nipples. He was pleasantly
surprised to find that he was still producing milk. The younger man sucked at
his mother’s nipples and small budding chest as if it were the life water being
given to him by a goddess. He pushed in, as his tongue made a trail from
Madara’s lips to his belly button. The brown haired man took both of Madara’s
nipples in hand, kneading them both before massaging and then rubbing the pad
of his finger tips on them. Once they grew hard, still leaking milk, Hashirama
leaned down to lick and kiss each one, lapping at the white liquid greedliy.
Madara cried out, unable to take the foreplay, “please! Please my son…my
Hashirama!”
"As you command my mother..."
When Hashirama pushed inside Madara it was as if they were connected on a level
far deeper than any before or after them would ever be able to. His son thrust
slow and lazily at first, his hands gripping his mother’s hips tightly.
 Soon enough, his son's thrusts turned frantic, sporadic, skin slapping into
skin hit every wall of the tower. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed out
into the valley below, reached the ears of the very villagers. Hashirama
slammed his mother back onto his dick one final time, with the force of a tree
slamming down to the earth below, and they both came at the same time, white
hot passion shooting stars across their vision equally. Madara’s face buried in
Hashirama’s neck and long brown hair, and the  younger Uchiha pressing his face
into Madara’s hair,  they moved to stare at one another as  they both came down
from such an explosive experience, weeping each other's names with pure love
radiating from their locked gazes. Madara kissed Hashirama deeply, his hands
gripping and claws digging into his son’s shoulder blades.
 
They made love slowly, the early night fading into a deeper darkness. Hashirama
held his mother close, crushing him against his chest as he kissed him with
tender longing fulfilled. The sun was just crawling up into the horizon as
their joined cries of release for the hundredth time during the night echoed
into the breaking dawn…
 
Once morning finally came, Hashirama sat up in bed. His chest and neck were
covered in scratches and love bites, his back stung with the force of his
mother's claws ripping it raw. He smiled none the less, he knew by these love
signs that his mother truly felt the same as he. He looked at at his mother's
peacefully slumbering face. 'So cute you are...my precious mother' the son
thought this with a giggle as he leaned down to kiss his sleeping mother’s
lips, softly he whispered a few words.
 
 
“Happy birthday mother, I love you…”
 
To Be Continued.
 
 
 
 
***** The Head Of The Knights Of The Table Round *****
Chapter Summary
     Tobirama, Fugaku's Queen, Tobirama, Kagami's one true love.
Kagami stared at the queen of Kohona, laying there naked beside him on a pile
of old robes and pillows made from the shredding of their cloaks. They were
camped out in the forest, Tobirama wanted to get away from his husband, see the
world around them. Or so he had spoken of, in reality Tobirama wanted to be
alone at last with his bodyguard and Fugaku's  older brother and head knight,
Kagami 'Lancelot'. Kagami pushed some of Tobirama's beautiful white hair from
his slumbering face, he kissed his eyelids and each side of his face. He loved
the queen, it wasn't just lust, his desire for Tobirama had made him do some
strange things. He'd climbed the castle wall for example, to get to Tobirama in
the spare bedroom he slept in on nights he knew Kagami would arrive. Rarely
they ended up fucking right in the same bed, fugaku asleep beside Tobirama.
Kagami kissed the ice queen's lips and said "so now, sleeping beauty finally
awakens.." he said this as he saw Tobirama's eyes flutter open.
"Do not seek to flatter me with such sweet words Uchiha...", the cunt baring
male's voice was deep, yet bogged down by sleep he still cut an irritated tone
with his lover. Kagami chuckled, rolling ontop of Tobirama once more, sliding
between his legs. "You would to fuck me again upon just waking?" 
 
The darker haired male leaned over to kiss the older queen. "We must part soon
my Queen, I would to fuck you as many times as possible, I wish I could show
you the ways I like to engage in romantic passions, but I'm afriad your husband
would behead me..."Kagami lifted Tobirama's hips and placed his legs onto his
shoulders.
"Kaga...do not speak of that cheating bastard while you are about to place your
cock inside me...", the snow elemental glowered at his fiery knight who smirked
back. Kagami pushed into him in one swift motion, leaving the next words, a
scathing insult, to die on Tobirama’s lips, replaced by a low moan of absolute
bliss. "K-Kagami...!" Tobirama's hands found purchase on Kagami’s forearms,
pulling him closer. The shorter male began to pummel his queen into the robes
they laid on. Muffled moans and grunts escaped them both as they reached climax
quickly, Kagami’s shoving himself all the way inside as he came.
"I love you my queen, with all my heart..." he whispered into Tobirama's ear,
the older man's face lit up at the declaration of his knight. Wrapping his arms
and legs around Kagami once more, he pulled him against his chest. "I love you,
I am head knight of the table round, but my sword and shield only exist to
protect you, o Guinevere..." speaking the albino's nickname, Kagami kissed him
again, pulling him into his arms.
"Lancelot, how noble a man you are to love a queen as dirtied as I, when my
husband finds time away from his obsessed behavior to finally lie with me at
night, his cock is as effective as a twig being stuck inside the sheath of a
sword. You satisfy my every desire, you fill me with joy and a love that I
would have never known otherwise. I know it is not right of me, sleeping with
my husband's knight and brother, but what of him? he lusts after your eldest
brother in secret, I've witnessed this for myself. No one knows where Madara
went after your father kicked him out of court that night, but I believe he
will rain down retribution on Fugaku's sinning head. And maybe...just maybe..."
he kissed Kagami's lips, gazing at him through half lidded eyes, the red marks
on his face illuminated by the firelight, "maybe one day...I will be free of
him, and together we can rule Kohonagakure as husband and wife..."
Kagami’s face split into a grin, he kissed Tobirama back deeply, crushing him
against his chest, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and caressing every
inch of his body. "To be your King....I'd die for the chance....for the world
to recognize that love was always with us.... that our hearts are made to be
together, never apart..."
Tobirama chuckled, "Uchiha your sweetness burns...."
Kagami frowned at that "Oh does it? well then shall I leave you to the
darkness? devoid of my touch?"
The albino shook his head, tugging at Kagami’s cock after he pulled out. "No my
love...touch me...engulf me, devour me....kiss me..."
Smiling lovingly, The dark haired male gripped the Queen’s face between his
hands and kissed his lips with passionate enthusiasm behind the force of it.
Their quiet moans lifted into the sky once more, love surrounding them, in
total disregard for Tobirama’s marriage to the tyrant that would rip their
happiness away sooner than either of them would be able  to cope with. 
For the next few weeks that passed, Tobirama would find himself with child...
To be continued....
***** All The World Will Know What The Queen Did On His Deathbed. Part 1. *****
Chapter Summary
     This is just a flashback.
Chapter Notes
     Go back and read chapter 11 if You have not already! It was
     rewritten. Anyone interested in making a podfic ?
                                Many_years_ago
Madara sat down on the throne his father had placed out for him, he watched
with bored uninterested eyes as Taijima went on about the war between the land
of fire and the land of snow. The man was dressed in the same white and blue
robe he always wore, even when sitting in his position as King. The 15 year old
Madara's eyes began to droop, he didn't think he had it within him to continue
listening to his father ramble on. A hand reached out to tap the black robe
adorned raven on the shoulder. He looked to see his younger brother, 5 year old
Fugaku staring at him excitedly. "Father says we will be going riding this
afternoon! He says we will hunt in the forest!", Fugaku spoke before his elder
brother pulled him into his lap.
"Is that so otoutou?" Madara glanced over at their father, calling out to him,
"When we are out, will we who have wings be able hunt as tengu are meant to
father?", the long black haired male waited on a response from his ice faced
father. The man merely stared at him blankly, getting up from the table at
which he sat. They were all in the throne room, a large black round table in
the center of it. Several knights dressed as the shinobi that they were,
sported headbands representing the land of fire, they sat at the table,
whispering to the king. Taijima pushed the chair he was previously sitting in,
the inside lined with soft furs, away from the table. He pulled off his robe to
reveal the dark blue high collar shirt and black pants he normally wore. His
glare was glowing with the red and black of the eyes of an Uchiha born with
magic. "Father....?". Madara tried again, he frowned a bit at his father's
display, Taijima was a violent man and his violence was a silent as the grave
when it came about. The way he stalked toward his eldest son made the teen
nervous but he wouldn't show it. He loved and respected his father to the point
where he would not resist anything placed upon him by the man. It also
instilled a deep rooted fear that he was reluctant to acknowledge.
"Those of you who exist in sin will not be allowed to come with us on the
expedition. Which means that only Fugaku will be allowed to accompany me.",
Taijima glowered at his oldest who frowned ever deeper. Before Madara could
retort, his father grabbed his chin and moved the boy's head from side to side,
stroking his cheek with his thumb. "You've grown into quite the beauty my boy,
a flower such as yourself such not be out and about any how. You should remain
at home here, legs spread wide for your father, do you understand, my
princess?" Taijima's word was law, Madara internally screamed at how wrong his
father's touch, his words, the lust in his eyes, was. But he finally spoke
after a moment of realizing that the hand now creeping up his thigh did not
belong to his younger brother...
"As y-you command father." Madara nodded and moved Fugaku from his lap as he
stood up. Taijima smiled lovingly at him, stroking his hair with one hand as
his other arm wrapped around his son's waist to pull him flush against his
chest.
"You look just like your mother....so beautiful she was my beloved cousin, I
will return from the hunt this afternoon, I expect you to be in my bed before
my arrival, wear nothing. If even a shred of clothing remains clinging to that
sultry body of yours, I will beat you and you will spend the next three days
impaled upon the cocks of my entire army, I will not express my love for you
any longer, your right to the throne will be forfeit and you will swallow me
down without any pleasure given in return. Do I make myself clear, Madara?" His
father's look was deadly serious, such sexual acts between members of the royal
family was not uncommon. Although Madara held not desire for his father other
than the wetness that pooled between his legs once the larger man's hand began
to rock against his clothed pussy. He frowned, staring at Fugaku who giggled at
him and ran off, pointing at him, as if being sexually assaulted by their
father was somehow his fault.
When night fell, Taijima returned from the hunting trip, Fugaku handed off to
the maids, he undid his cloak, letting it fall where it may in the long dark
red halls of the castle. He removed his shirt and breeches, tossing them off
into the darkness to be found later on. Pushing open the door to his bedroom he
smiled softly, Madara had done as his father order him. The child lay with his
legs spread as wide as they could go, staring up at his father with the
determination of one who refused to be denied what they truly wanted. He didn't
want his father to touch him, he didn't want to feel his father's tongue, rough
and unforgiving running across the folds of his pussy. His small hands gripped
the sheets as his sire raised his cock to rub against the boy's female sex.
"Father....", the boy whispered, his father hushed him with a kiss, arm
wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. Madara wrapped his legs around
his father, arms sliding to encircle his neck. He kissed him back, determined
to use his body since he had to, in order to keep hold on to his claim to the
throne. He was almost an adult of 16, he refused to allow anything to get in
the way of his being recognized as the rightful heir. His hips lifted to grind
back into his father as the older male began to push inside of him. The pain
that ripped through the boy's body as his maidenhead was breeched caused the
younger to shut his eyes tightly. He gripped at his father's back tightly, his
feet digging into the bedsheets. "F-father! ahhhh!", at the moan that escaped
him, his father began to thrust, slowly at first, kissing his son's beautiful
face over and over again.
"My child, so beautiful...so perfect for my cock...", he whispered this as he
gripped Madara's thighs in both hands, bending his legs forward, to slip his
dick inside the boy's pussy as far as he could reach.
Madara's eyes went blank, as he stared at the ceiling, his father's thrusts
grew in speed as the elder began to rip his son apart. The teen reached a hand
up to the ceiling, the gold and red of the room spiraling around him. His
breathing became heavier as his father pressed against him harder. He couldn't
tell if the moan that torn through the night was his own or his fathers....The
feeling of his father climaxing inside him caused the teen to pass out after a
long while.
TBC
***** Half Weight Of Suffering *****
                                   (Present)
The next morning was upon them as they woke from their slumber. Madara, first
to awaken, lifted his head to look up at his beloved son. His hand reached to
smooth back the hair that was resting against Hashirama's eyes. Leaning up,
kissing him gently, he felt the teen's arms encircle his waist. "Mmmmmmm good
morrow mother....", came the sleepy rumble in the brown haired's chest.
 
"Good morrow my son, have you slept well?", Madara greeted in return, Hashirama
running his hand through the raven's long black hair.
 
"While resting mine weary body betwixt thyn legs? Of course dearest mother."
 
Kissing his son deeply the older male made no move to sit up. "We must ride to
the Isle Of The Blessed today, Hashirama. I must pay a visit to some very
important people, and I must tell you the full truth of things...there are so
many things I've kept from you my son, I apologize." Madara smiled faintly as a
strong arm wrapped itself securely around his waist once more. Hashirama had
made to get up, but hearing his mother speak he settled back down. He now
returned the other to resting against his chest.
 
"I understand mother, there are things that a son should not be made privy to
after all, even through....", he trailed off, kissing his mother's lips with
unrestrained passion. Their tongues entwined, engulfing each others mouths with
muffled moans between them. Pulling away gasping the son continued, "even
through knowing my mother as I have, no matter how many times I make love to
you, be we lovers, taboo in the eyes of the human gods, that I desire to call
you mother-wife, you are still my mother and as such I have not any right to
ask questions you as mother are not at liberty to answer." his voice was still
filled with the same determination of his childhood, but he'd always been an
old soul. Madara smiled at him again, kissing his cheeks, he was so proud of
the conviction of his child.
 
He, Madara, was at a crossroads, he loved his son more then he'd ever loved any
of the others who'd ever captured his heart.
 
Of which there were only two others he'd ever proclaimed beloved....
 
                                  (Years Ago)
                                        
Taijima Pendragon stared down at the disheveled and ruined body of his 16 year
old female gendered son. He leaned down, licking a long trail up from the
abused folds of the boy's pussy all the way to the top of his head. Madara
shuddered in disgust, but his arms still found themselves wrapping around his
father. He'd been laying on his back for this man since he was 7 years old. It
was when it was a bit older that the man had taken his virginity. It was at 15
the boy found himself pregnant for the time. Taijima was overjoyed to learn the
news, when his other constant victim and arranged wife, mother of Madara and
his full blooded brothers, Kogo found out, she was infuriated. She tried to get
Madara away from his father, but their battle ended in the teen suffering a
miscarraige. The first of many miscarriages in fact, as much as he hated his
father he was in despair over the loss of the child. It wasn't the child's
fault that he'd been raped by his father....
 
Kogo left after that, giving all her love to her children before departing. He
didn't see her again until today, his 16th birthday. Today was supposed to be a
happy day, but when his mother brought up the accident that had led to the
death of his unborn child, the boy flew into a rage. By then he was addicted to
his father, Taijima had designed things to develop this way, for the moment
Madara was born, he'd loved the boy in the way of a lover. The king held no
love for his estranged wife and neither of them were blind to this fact. He
knew her heart belonged to her lost brother, and she knew he held desire for
someone else but whom she never learned.
 
Madara stared back up at his father, running his eyes over the older man's
body. By now he'd fallen in love with his father, through the man's constant
attentions, isolating him away from the outside world by keeping him in the
castle at all times. The boy was suffering from something similar to Stockholm
syndrome but such a thing was not something that existed for people of his
time. All he knew was that his father cared for him more than anyone else, he
offered himself up on his 16th birthday, after his mother had traumitized him
with remebering the death of his child, caused by his fighting parents
accidentally pushing him off the top balcony of the spiral staircase in the
castle.
Their lips met, Taijima whispered into his ear, "my son... not even the threads
of fate will keep me away from you...father loves his precious, beautiful boy
princess...."
 
Madara smiled, kissing him again, "Touch me....please...."
 
The night carried onward into morning, the father spent, and collapsed over his
shaking son. Disgusted with himself, Madara quickly pushed the bigger man off
and got of bed. He would admit to loving his father, why he didn't know,
Taijima was a vile bastard... but he couldn't help it.
                                                                                                       
(Time skip)
The years past by, Fugaku turned 17 and Madara 27, it was then the older of the
two along with his siblings showed evident that they'd ceased aging, though
Madara had accelerated himself somewhat. Over the years Madara and Fugaku were
inseperable, after the older brother discovered their father with a few of the
maids. Heartbroken he sought solace by spending time with Fugaku. His younger
brother drew close to him, closer still, but his attention was soon taken by
their albino cousin, Tobirama.
On Fugaku's 17th bithday there was held a mascurade ball. Madara donned attire
similar to Tobirama and shifted his appearance to look the part. Fugaku
instantly whisked him away, fucking him brutally, yet in the way of a lover
long deprived. As he lay there, legs wrapped around his brother's waist, he
tried to think. He'd think of what it would be like for his brother to love him
as their father once had. It was then he realized his feelings for his brother,
holding tightly to him as he proceeded. Legs slung over Fugaku's shoulders he
could feel his pussy being torn apart from the sheer force of each thrust. His
desire for his brother only grew, but he could do nothing but wear a disguise.
 
"You took long enough to come to me, beautiful Tobirama... one day, when I am
King, I will be certain to make you my Queen..."
 
Madara stared up at his brother, the jutsu he used to make himself  Tobirama
still held firm despite the rage and betrayal that stabbed through to his very
core. His only answer to drag the white claws of their cousin down his
brother's back hard and deep enough to leave deep rivers of blood. Rivers that
dripped beneath his claws and trailed down the tanned back of Fugaku. The
younger man could only moan at him, lifting his hips to slam into his tight
heated pussy even harder than he'd done before. Each slap of their  hips and
gasping groan that found it's way from the pair was a sound that forever etched
itself into his memory. He felt his love for Fugaku die like the cries of their
passion had by the darkest part of the night. After that his brother pulled
himself free of their entangled limbs, heading out to the throne room upon
hearing the fanfare of their mother's entrance. There was a light in his eyes
that Madara could not place when the arrival of their Queen mother was
announced.
 
                                      (Present)
 
It was that same day that everything changed. Kogo had arrived from the small
village she'd raised her sons in. Fugaku greeted her as his mother... They
vanished into one of the many rooms in the palace and that was the last time he
saw his mother alive.
 
"Mother, are you alright?" Hashirama's concerned voiced snapped him out his
thoughts, he looked at him, smiling lovingly.
 
"I am fine my son, now get up, get washed and dressed we have a long ride to
the docks and then you shall board the Ship Of The Dead for the first time
since you floated within my womb." Madara squeezed his son, kissing him deeply
before he reluctantly slid out of bed. The journey would be a long one indeed,
and he fully intended to make sure his son learned all there was to know about
the Isle Of The Blessed. His hand reached over to slid through Hashirama's
hair, the other kissed his wrist before he too slipped out of bed.
 
"Let us bathe together mother, bodies still sticky with our love making, it
would be ungentlemanly of me to allow you to remain in such an sightly state
beloved mother of mine" The younger of the two kissed his mother's shoulder.
Madara chuckled, kissing his nose.
 
"You are far too old to be bathing with me Hashirama.... come along and scrub
mother's back for me sweetheart"
 
The two entered the bathing area and cleaned one another throughly. Afterward
they dressed and left the tower. Mounting the horses that waited outside, they
rode down the path toward the docks. It would be a 3 day ride but they had
packed enough supplies to last. 
 
In the distance, Jiraiya watched, unseen.
 
TBC
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** A Thousand Scales *****
Chapter Summary
     Jiraiya is revisited by an old friend on his path back to Fugaku.
Chapter Notes
     See previous chapter for the Hashirama's Lullaby Fanart contest, make
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Jiraiya rode for hours, his horse nearly breaking it's back as it stumbled
through the heavy thicket. The forest was quiet, the slight hints of a future
snow fall could be seen, flitting down from the sky. Winter would be upon them
soon, and he had news to carry. His stallion reared up, darting off into the
black of the night, Jiraiya shielded his eyes from the wind that picked up
after hours of slogging through mud and twisted grasses. Soon enough, he
stopped in front of the home of Tsunade, widow of Orochimaru, getting off his
steed he pat the horse on the bottom. The door to the old shack the woman lived
in was old and falling to pieces. He carefully made his way inside, coughing at
the incense that floated in the stuffy, confined space. "Lady Tsunade. I come
to you with information." his voice was low as the old crone stared at him from
behind long white hair. She motioned her hand at the chair that sat in front of
the old table she was working at. The light of the fire flickering off the jam
filled mason jars sitting dusty and unused on the shelf above where she was
placed. The table was low to the ground, the walls of the shack the same dead,
peeling wood design. The floor was made of nothing more than a shaggy woolen
grey carpet. Her bed was a small cot in the corner next to her dull grey wash
basin. The well outside gave her all the water she needed, a short trek through
the bundle of bushes near the treeline, leading back to the path Jiraiya had
taken. Her home was surrounded by trees on all sides, a small clearing
separating her from the rest of the forest itself.  She stared at him, the
fire's glow dancing off both of their flesh. Her wrinkled and worn skin
shifted, while she pulled a book out from beneath the table on which sat
several large rats. All with their guts removed and inner bodies cleaned out,
she was stuffing them full of herbs and bits of chicken meat. He remained
silent as he stared at her, her long old bony fingers working quickly at their
task.
 
"You come with a tale to tell these old ears?", When Tsunade finally spoke she
lifted a hand up to run across Jiraya's face, he didn't move, instead he stared
at her blankly.
 
"Yes. Madara and his son are headed out again, and I have reason to believe
that the witch seeks to find you. Are you almost done with the plans?" He said
this while wiping the powder she'd smeared across his face from forehead to
chin off, the grey substance sticking to his fingers.
 
"........", she didn't say much of anything after hearing that, instead, she
lifted the rats and sealed them up, feeding them to the massive snake that lay
curled up under the table. Slowly, the table lifted off the floor and the sound
of violent hissing could be heard.
 
Jiraiya jumped out of the way, as the table flipped over and a long black
haired, grey skinned man stood where the snake had once hid. The table hit the
ground on it's front, the legs sticking in the air. Naked body embraced by the
light of the fire, golden eyes gleamed in joy at the sight of Jiraiya. The
man's voice cut through the night like a sword slicing into the softest of
flesh.
 
"Ssssso nice to ssssssee an old friend, Jiraiya..."
 
The white haired man stared on in shock, a long tongue seeping across his face
like poison....
 
 
TBC.
***** Bitter Sweet Wedding Bells *****
The nighttime in the countryside was darker than normal tonight, or so Madara
observed, as he looked out the window of the small inn he and his son had
decided to stay in for the night. He sat next to the window, the long sleeves
of his light grey sleeping robes trailing to the floor as his hands folded over
his lap. Memories of nights as dark as these flowed with vigerous fangs rending
his other mental processes asunder. Before he could ponder them further
however, his shoulder was settled with a warm weight upon it. He looked away
from the window, to stare into the loving brown eyes of his teenaged son. The
younger leaned down, lips barely grazing the softness of his mother's ear.
"Mother....let not the night filter all the happiness from thyn mind...come and
make haste, I cannot keep the bed warm for you if I am not within it, taking
time as I am to console you, here, betwixt window and table, all the way in
this small sitting area." 
 
A soft chuckle was the answer that reached the worried offspring's ears. He
took his mother by the hand, helping him stand up before lifting the older man
into his arms as if he were nothing more than a large doll. The others in the
inn watched impassively, save for the few women who blushed and giggled at the
sight. One of them called out to Hashirama, "That your lover?"
He turned to smile at the two brown haired girls who sat by the inn lobby
fireplace, chairs on eitherside. The one who had spoken had her hair pulled
back into a low bun, the silver of her dress reflecting the firelight. She had
on a pair of brown shoes and the other was dressed in a red skirt and blouse,
her brown hair rested on her shoulders. Her shoes hole filled and black. Their
matching black eyes scanned the handsome man's face. Hashirama nodded happily,
"Yes, 'she' is my one and only love!" humming as his mother blushed darkly,
hiding his face into his son't chest. Hashirama carried him slowly, reverently
across the threshold of the room they shared, the other people who looked at
them saw nothing out of the ordinary, as many had taken Madara as some form of
masculine looking woman. Their relation was known to none in the inn, for no
one had heard Hashirama's words to his beloved. Hashirama closed the door
behind them with his foot, Madara's hands enveloped his son's face, they
remained there, Hashirama holding his mother in his arms as if his robes were
some holy veiless tattered wedding dress with how it dragged the floor when the
other walked, it's edges torn, frayed and split. Stained by the impurity of
their sins, but still beautiful in the glory of their love. Hashirama himself
wore a dark blue robe, tied together with the only crafting material he'd had,
which just so happened to be the wedding threads used in some other man's groom
wedding robes.
 
"Hashirama... something on your mind? Why are you looking at me so?", Madara
questioned, watching as his son set him down on their bed, reaching to grab
extra fabric from a chair that sat next to the door, it was  thin and slightly
see throughbedding sheets. He looked at Madara with a warm grin, "Hashirama
child what is going on?"
 
"Mother Madara....", the teenager was working quickly, but exactly, a needle
and thread in his grip. He snipped the last of what he was doing off the edge
of the project and held up what was once the bed sheets. In his hands he held a
veil, he'd worked small flowers made from a darker bed sheet onto the edges, it
trailed the floor as he held it up. The front of the veil was just as frayed
and torn as the robes Madara wore.
 
Eyes wide, Madara started to shake his head as he fell to his knees looking at
it.
 
"Mother of mine...." Hashirama set the veil down and walked over to his mother,
reaching down to once again to grip his smaller pale hands in the son's larger
tan ones. "Mother...", As he helped his mother rise, Hashirama began to sink to
the floor. Madara's heart was slamming against his ribcage, he felt light
headed, he felt as if the world had stopped and time along with it. The look in
his son's eyes was breaking his heart as much as it was lifting it higher than
it had ever before.
"I love you...I love you more than a son should his mother, I love you with a
love that tightens it's grip on my heart more and more each day. Every day I
wake up and see your face is the best gift I could have ever have been given. I
cherish and treasure every moment we share together, I know my destiny my sweet
mother madara, I know that I do not have many times left to be able to hold you
as close to my heart as you already are, your smile, your laugh, the way you
still see fit to reprimand me when I do something foolish, the way you hold me
against you during the night and the sounds I still fear frighten me to the
point you feel it is a needed thing to do, every time we even simply sit
together, huddled by the fire, every bath we take together, everything we ever
do together, I want to hold each and every moment with you as close to my soul
as I can with the time I have left before I go forth to face my destiny. My
mother, my Madara, and most of all, my Love...Marry me?"
 
The ring Hashirama pulled from his pocket had been purchased from a blacksmith
after the man had had it custom made. It was a dark green gemstone fused with a
dark red one, the inner inscription read,
The Darkness May Drag Me Down Into The Depths, But I Will Always Love You
Mother Madara- Your son, Hashirama
 
He'd saved all the money he'd made doing things around the area they lived in
since the day he turned 12. He'd been saving his gold in order to get this ring
made, he had it magically enchanted so that it would never fade away, so that
even after he was long dead and gone, his beloved, most precious person could
look down upon this ring and remeber just how deeply Hashirama loved him.
 
Madara couldn't even feel his own voice, much less hear it as he replied with a
quiet yet enthusiastic, "Yes! my beloved son, my Hashirama....I care not what
the rest of the world views such things, thy art all I will ever need....I love
you so much more than you will ever know...."
 
Joy, bitter sweet and painfilled joy, like the sweetest of cakes laced with the
deadliest of poisions, bloomed in his breast.
 
As Hashirama placed the makeshift veil over his mother's head, and Madara
blushed while he did so, the mother could feel his heart shattering in his
chest.
 
"I cannot offer you a proper ceremony my sweet, but I promise you, tomorrow
night, I will have gotten our bands, and we can have our own private wedding
anywhere you like..." Hashirama pulled back his mother's veil and kissed him
deeply, a strong arm slipped behind the older male, dipping him as he did so.
 
"I would like that beloved, I'd love it....I love you..." he kissed him back,
as the tears of frustration, heartache, sorrow, love and bliss all fell to the
floor as they rained from his eyes like some wild thunderstorm of forboding and
pleasure filled agony.
 
TBC
 
 
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