Chapter 1: Face Down
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“Izuna... please. You’re embarrassing us.” Madara begged as subtly as possible.
His little brother didn't hear him though (or maybe he was just ignoring him), and continued to flamboyantly skip along the village streets.
Madara casted a weary and apologetic look over to the rest of their entourage: Hikaku, Izuna's retainer; their council of elders; one of their clan priests, and “The League of Exceptional Uchiha Aunties™”, who bullied their way into the line up so they could “make sure Mada-baka doesn't ruin Izuna-kun’s big day.” They looked just as humiliated as he felt (except for the aunties, of course, who were fawning over his behavior like it was the most darling thing ever).
But what the fuck could they do? This whole thing was for Izuna in the first place, so it's not like they could make him go wait at home… Ugh, whatever…
Madara just turned to face forward and did his best to ignore the mixed reactions of the villagers as they passed through.
Maybe he was being too demanding by begging the gods to make everyone forget what today was supposed to be? Yeah. In fact, the gods probably made everyone remember doubly hard so the streets would be extra full. Nosey fucks. It's not like any of them are going to witness the actual proceedings!
Fuck this is SO STUPID!
After a whole-ass eternity, the entourage approached the entrance to the Senju district. Thankfully, the gods seemed to cut him a break with this one, as their receiving party was just beyond the gates rather than at the Head’s estate like he thought.
Serendipitously, the Senju side seemed to reflect themselves perfectly. They had a priest, their Elders, Heir retainer, and even a group of Senju Aunties. Hashirama stood tall and happy at the center with his wife demurely hanging off his arm on one side, and…
Madara audibly groaned.
…And fucking Tobirama on his other side.
Not to be rude, but Madara had already had his fill of her for the next week due to the events of the previous night. Or rather, lack thereof.—He didn't get to sleep last night. You see, his precious little brother and his object of obsession decided to dedicate their evening after the Fire Festival to celebrating their “anniversary”. And seeing as how obviously they telegraphed that fact, Madara didn't bother returning home until morning. Instead, he’d opted to go off and train all night, as he usually did when the bitch stayed the night.
Fuck, he’s sore.
But it’s useless to dwell on it now. He’ll just get through this formal bullshit for his brother, and take solace in the meals he was promised later on.
The gates closed behind them as the group of Uchiha stopped their advance at an appropriate distance. Madara stepped forward to be beside his brother and greeted his frie—
… Hashirama has been beating his ass for a year, does he even still consider Madara a friend…? All well. “Senju-san.” He greeted.
“Uchiha-san.” Hashirama greeted back, that intimidating, two-faced smile plastered on his face. Then he turned his eyes toward the younger Uchiha to address him. “Uchiha Izuna, you have fulfilled a full year of humbly courting Senju Tobirama, and satisfying the standards of which you’ve been held. I, Hashirama, as the Senju Head, approve you the honor to request the hand of our beloved Princess of clan Senju.”
Izuna was practically vibrating in excitement. He approached his beloved with shaky knees and a pounding heart. Gods, she looked so beautiful dressed up like that, she even showed a little bit of cleavage just for the occasion! She really does spoil him!
With a dopey smile on his face, he bowed deeply, and spoke, “My dearest Senju-sama, this lowly suitor humbly requests your hand in marriage, if you will have me.”
It was…odd. Seeing Tobirama openly smile, that is. And that was the most…respectful, yet still accurate way to put it. It was…taking a lot of self control for the Uchiha entourage to not reveal their collective discomfort at the sight of her sharpened teeth and prominent gums as she smiled a sinister smile.
And considering the fact that Madara knows she bites, the smile made him feel especially nauseous. “How the hell does Izuna still have a dick?!”
Nevertheless, of course, Izuna just looked on with a dreamy look in his eyes as he waited for her response.
“Uchiha Izuna…I accept your proposal.”
“Finally!” Madara whispered to himself. Then, “...WHAT!?” She said yes?! She actually said yes?! Like, she actually?! Said?! YES??!!!!!
Forgive him, but Madara truly didn’t think she actually liked his brother back!—Not like that!—Not enough to actually want to marry him! Perhaps it was a bit cruel for him to think so, but he really did think she was just having some selfish fun with Izuna this whole time.—He really did think she wasn’t actually taking his suit seriously!
Words were being exchanged around him, but the noises were fading into nothingness as the Uchiha clan head fell to his knees and slowly realized what his future will be.
Senju Tobirama…is going to be his sister in law.
The echoes of all those sleepless nights filled with loud moans and annoying creaks and wet slapping bounced around in his head. Hours of straining his body and mind with extra time in the training fields and doing paperwork at the tower just to avoid returning home for as long as possible replayed in his eyes. All of the nasty glares from lowly, clanless civilians and his own subordinates alike.—All the lectures from the Aunties and Elders.—All the beatings from Hashirama!—The disrespect!—The agony!—THE CUMSTAINS!
All of these things were now guaranteed to be fixtures on his life, permanently.
Why…? What did he do to deserve this…?
(Don’t answer that)
Meanwhile, as back and forths died down, the group transitioned to a different setting (with Hikaku lagging behind as he struggled to drag his catatonic clan head along). The Elders and priests broke off from the group to get started working out the bureaucratic side of things, while the rest made their way to the banquet hall to begin the celebrations.
Feasting and joy (not counting Madara, who was struggling to not look completely devastated as he ate his feelings) was all around. The gracious hosts doted over the now official couple, the opposing Heir retainers awkwardly yet humorously compared the eccentrics of their erratic clan heads and outright strange clan Heirs, “The League of Exceptional Uchiha Aunties™” and “The Super Senju Auntie Alliance™” gushed over their precious babies finding love.—All was (relatively) well.
After the attention on the new couple finally dispersed, they got comfortable in their seats, leaning comfortingly into each other.
But, something was amiss. He'd tried to hide it, but the discordant feeling low in Izuna’s gut began to show on his face. He nursed his cup of Senju wine in one hand and fidgeted with his free hand unconsciously.
Tobirama did take notice of this, the tension in his body against hers damn-near made her chafe. But she knew her betrothed at this point, he isn’t shy, and he feels no shame. However, he also doesn’t take rejection very well. So whatever he was thinking of, he wasn’t confident that she’d agree to it.
But again, she knew her betrothed very well at this point. Tobirama will simply wait for him to ask, and she will make her judgment then.
Eventually, long after the initial meal had ended and well into the friendly games of shogi, Izuna finally took a deep breath and tugged her away.
When they were alone in an empty hall, he hesitantly gathered both of her hands into his, took another deep breath, leaned close into her ear, and whispered.
Her eyebrows crept up on her forehead as he spoke, and she wasn’t really sure what to say. When Izuna pulled away from her, he couldn’t even bring himself to look her in the eyes as he awaited her verdict.
And honestly, now that she’d had a few seconds to think on it…that wasn’t too unreasonable of an ask. Quite intriguing, actually. In fact, she’s getting more and more interested as the seconds ticked by!
“Yes, I believe I can make that happen.” Tobirama answered.
Izuna’s head snapped up with a gasp. The excitement of having his request accepted showed clearly on his face, yet his mouth couldn't decide if it should smile or gape. He fell to his knees and showered her with praise and thanks, even groveling and kissing her feet.
She giggled at his antics and her mind immediately got to work trying to figure things out.
“I will need to see if Ane-Ue has any insight on this, but it shouldn’t be too hard to pull off.” She hummed as she guided him back to the festivities.
Later in the evening, after the celebrations ended and the procession of Uchihas returned to their compound, Hikaku found himself, once again, having to mediate an argument between his discomposed clan head and his dipshit little brother. And by “argument”, he means Madara screaming into Izuna’s smug little face while choking him out.
“You need to go back there and rescind your proposal, NOW!” The older brother screeched, face burning red.
“You didn’t seem to want me to do that while you were eating all those Senju desserts!” Izuna mocked.
Madara squeezed harder.
With a lot of effort, Hikaku managed to release Izuna from the deathgrip and convince the elder brother to keep his hands to himself. “Madara-sama, please! I know Izuna’s been…insufferable ever since Senju-san inexplicably accepted his advances, but it’s what he wants!”
“I’m not accepting that bitch as my sister while I’m still getting backlash over what this FUCKWAD did to her!”
“And continues to do to her.” Izuna added.
Hikaku felt like his shoulder dislocated when he dove to catch his clan head mid-air. “Izuna, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He snapped.
“... Why should I…?” Izuna mumbled. The smarmy attitude he’d been maintaining throughout Madara’s outburst had suddenly faded, and completely out of nowhere, he looked oddly serious. The other two uchiha settled at the change, and the room was silent.
“I love her, Aniki.” Izuna continued to mumble. “I know that misunderstanding that started this whole thing has been hard for you, but you know I didn’t mean for any of that to happen! And I can’t help that people didn't believe me when I tried to clear things up! Maybe I could’ve worded things better, maybe I should’ve tried harder… If you ask me to, I promise I will! But she’s the love of my life, Aniki, and she thinks I’m worthy of marrying her! You don’t have to pretend to like it, but can you please at least be happy for me?!”
By the end of the younger brother’s plea, Madara was slumped in his spot pinned under Hikaku. Guilt, shame, and regret washed over his body, and it made him reflect on how self-centered his view of the situation had been.
Yes, he was still mad about the year of assaults from his “best friend” and the massive hit to his reputation. But through those endeavors, his little brother found love. Freakish, unconventional love that could do with a little bit of shame every once in a while, but love nonetheless.
All things considered…he supposed he could at least be happy about that…
“... Besides!” Izuna beamed, “With all those ass whoopings you’ve been taking, you could probably tank hits from those Tailed Beasts you guys have been plotting on, no problem! So really, I did you a favor!”
The Konoha hospital took in a very high profile patient that night.
A few days later, Tobirama was relaxing in the bath alongside her sister in law. They’d declared their latest project officially complete earlier, and were now treating themselves. It had been a bit strenuous, but honestly, not as complex as they’d initially thought it would be. Mito’s instructions on preparing for what comes after were more complicated, really. In fact, when they worked out the final kinks, they briefly wondered why they didn’t look into this sooner.
“I hope it won’t be a spoil to your evening to know I will be pursuing this breakthrough with your brother while you’re gone.” Mito said without a hint of shame in her voice.
Tobirama rolled her eyes at the tease. “I’d assumed that would be the case. Don’t bother minding the time for me, I will be staying overnight.” She hummed.
“Shall we discuss our findings over lunch tomorrow?” Mito snickered.
“Only if you are mindful enough to keep your details vague.”
Mito stuck a teasing tongue out at her little sister.
The women indulged in their relaxation time, idly chatting for nearly an hour, before toweling themselves off and parting to their respective rooms to dress up.
Tobirama had sent word to Izuna before they’d even declared the experiment a success, so he should be ready for her by the time she arrives.—Assuming he actually heeded her words, obviously. And he better have! She’s far too eager to waste time on scolding him for disobedience…
Now onto her outfit of choice for the evening. When she’d woken up that morning, she’d put a great deal of thought into what to go with. As much as both she and her counterpart loved her trademark black turtleneck, it was far too plain to suffice this time around. And while her kimono with that beautiful red and white obi did stand as a marker for the beginning of their little adventure, it felt like a bit much. Besides, she’d just worn it for their anniversary night and their engagement party!
In the end, Tobirama realized there was only one outfit suitable for what she had planned for that adorable, pathetic little dog.
“EH?!!” Hashirama gasped when she stepped into the common area dressed in her blue armor. “Did I accidentally assign you a long-term mission?”
Her brother appeared to be genuinely distressed at the thought of unintentionally sending her on a hard assignment so soon after her engagement.
“No Anija, I’m just going to spend time with my betrothed.” She sighed, hoping he didn’t press for details.
Hashirama’s frame deflated in relief, and he smiled. “Ah, so you two are sparring then? That’s nice!...” Then a thoughtful look crossed his face. “Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t believe you two have ever sparred before. In fact, the last time you two crossed swords was…” His demeanor suddenly took on a concerned aura. “Perhaps I should supervi—”
“My dearest,” Mito interrupted, “Our Imouto has been doing fine being alone with her significant other thus far. Do you honestly believe things will suddenly go wrong now?—After an engagement…?”
“I-I, well, no, but—”
“They will be fine! Besides, if you’re gone, who will I share my special plans with this evening…?”
That gave her husband some pause. “Special plans?”
Mito nodded in a slow, deliberate manner. “Yes… The children have already been left in Touka-san’s care until morning…”
Right away, Hashirama caught the message she was throwing, and his whole body ignited in a steamy red blush. As he stumbled in his wife’s direction, his hand shoo’d his sister away. “You go have fun, Bibi-chan! Anija will see you in the morning!” He urged.
Tobirama didn’t wait for him to change his mind, and wordlessly let herself out of the house. And before she took off, she could hear her sly sister in law guiding her brother back to their rooms. “Come now, Ōotoko, I have something wonderful to show you.”
She rushed her way over to the Uchiha district with a skip in her step, and by the time she made it to her lover’s doorstep, she had a contented smile resting on her lips. She didn’t even bother knocking, simply deactivating the security seals she’d long since placed on their door and let herself in.
From the other side of the house she could hear Izuna startle, and he called out, “Is that you, S-Senju-sama?” His voice was shaky and breathy, as if he was already edging.
Just as expected.
“Stay where you are, Mutt!” She called back, and she could feel his chakra fluctuate in excitement.
Tobirama took her sweet time traipsing through the house, to his room, where he sat in seiza wearing only a fundoshi, waiting for her approach. When he saw her, his heart skipped a beat at the sight, and he squirmed.
“Y-Your armor!” He gasped. The last time he’d seen her in that thing replayed in his mind. Gods, he remembered the pure, arousing pain that wound inflicted on him!
“Yes, my armor… Have you prepared like I commanded you to, Mutt?!” She asked, though she already knew the answer.
He nodded desperately.
“Good. Are you ready for me?”
He nodded even harder.
Tobirama chuckled. “Alright!"
And with everything said and done, she sped through the handsigns, and “poof”.
When the smoke disapated, Izuna’s eyes were met with a true feast.
Dear Amaterasu, the way her new body filled out her outfit was simply delicious. Her shoulders were so broad! Her hands and feet looked huge and sturdy! And her face — fuuuuuck, her face — jawline sharp enough to cut glass, chin broadened and strong, brow prominent and straight as a pole, and eyes narrow and commanding.
A moan fell from Izuna’s lips.
“Well…?” Tobirama hummed. “What are you waiting for, Scum? Undress me!” Her voice was now lower, bassy, and so, so smooth.
Izuna trembled.
And he continued to tremble as he stood to honor her command. His breathing became heavier and heavier with every shift and “clank”, as more and more of her now male body was relieved of the armor. She praised herself for having the foresight to keep the straps of her armor loose to accommodate the change.
When her metal encasing was fully removed and she was wearing only her underclothes, he lingered. His hands reverently caressed her rock solid body, exploring, studying. Izuna hummed absently as he took in his findings. Overall, the sheer girth of her musculature felt pretty much the same, the shapes are simply different. Either way, it was gorgeous.
Tobirama let out an absolutely beastily growl of pleasure from his ministrations, and Izuna felt himself twitch in his fundoshi.
Finally, he carried on with stripping her.
“Ooooh! Amaterasu, save me!” He mumbled when her expansive pecs were revealed. “Even when they’re all muscle, they’re huge!” At the risk of punishment for taking too long, he splurged on an enthusiastic motorboating session between those Godly meat-jugs. The moisture building from the rising temperature of their bodies made for a lovely slip and slide of skin against skin.
Fuuuuck, next time he should ask her to find a way to collect her sweat so he can bathe in it!
“You are ridiculous.” Tobirama groaned, trying to mask her amusement. Her Fiance just laughed.
When Izuna had his fill, he eased down onto his knees, and hooked his fingers into her pants where her bulge was prominent. The sight made him lick his lips with anticipation. And in one motion, he pulled her bottoms down.
“I hope you don’t mind being replicated, but yours was a prime model.” Tobirama commented as Izuna stared at “her” pride.
“I… Does mine really look this good?!” Was it self-congratulating to think an exact copy of his own cock looked like the most desirable thing ever?
But instead of answering him, the room spun when she opted to issue him a harsh slap that sent electricity straight to his (real) hardon. Tobirama’s voice took on a husky growl once again when she scolded him, saying, “That mouth should be too busy to talk right now!”
Izuna salivated.
He indulgently caressed the impressive length with his cheek as if it were made of the most luxurious material in the world, then gave a slow lick from base to tip. Tobirama shivered, and braced herself against the doorframe.
The subby Uchiha then proceeded to lavish her fleshy pole with his tongue as if it was his birthright. Succulent moans spilled from her lips as he devoured her, and she found herself needing to put more and more of her weight against the door frame to keep herself upright.
Gods, she didn’t realize just how sensitive dicks could be! Maybe she should make this specialised transformation jutsu a regular part of their routine?
“Am I…doing…a good job…Senju-sama?!” Izuna asked between each hungry lick, voice breathy and wanton.
Tobirama nodded. “T-Too good!” She groaned, snatching up his ponytail and pulling his mouth away.
The way he gasped at the loss, it almost made her laugh. Just look at him trying to resist her grip like a dog fighting against its leash! “You stop all that thrashing, Dog! I’m ready to move on to the good part!”
Izuna paused, then smiled goofily. He quickly followed her lead as she tugged him along, still gripping his ponytail, to his bed. “Do you want me to take it out now, Senju-sama?!” He asked after she draped his upper half over the side of his mattress.
“Of course I do, moron! Hurry up!”
He shivered at the verbal abuse, and with an enthusiastic flair, he whipped off his fundoshi and tugged at the pull-string hanging from his tight hole. Tobirama watched the little show he made of removing the naughty little thing, moaning whorishly as he did so. A wet “pop” and “thunk” echoed in the room after the string of little metal balls she’d sent to him earlier fell onto the floor.
Izuna’s back arched expertly against his bed, presenting himself for her. The way he was so eager to be taken, Gods, it made her so hot!
Meanwhile, at the Uchiha compound gates, Hikaku and Madara trudged along, exhausted. And though their energy was low, their spirits were actually rather high. They were just returning from their meeting over a meal with the Elders to go over their clan’s side of the marriage contract. Hikaku didn’t have to accompany him, but he did, and Madara was grateful to have him as backup.
There was a lot Izuna had begged him to have included, and even more he begged to be excluded (the Elders showed how little they knew his younger brother when they went over their shitty rough draft).
But there was one particular request Izuna had that made all the headaches worth it. And he and Hikaku fought tooth and nail to ensure it made it into the contract. Granted, they will still have many rounds of going back and forth with the Senju before arriving at a final draft. But, today still felt like a much needed mini-victory.
“It almost makes me want to plan a honeymoon for myself in celebration. How about you?” Hikaku chuckled.
“I don’t want to risk getting that hopeful… But that's not a bad idea.”
They were approaching the front doors to Madara’s home when their mood rapidly started to sour. Madara will say this; though coming home is still a fucking task and a half, he’s glad he now has someone to commiserate over it with.
“Think we’re lucky enough for them to not be here this time?” Hikaku asked, already fondling the sake he had sitting and ready in his pouch.
“Don’t know about you, but I haven't been lucky in a long time.” His clan head sighed.
“Whatever we hear or see, let’s just go straight to your room and pop these bottles.”
Madara nodded, resigned.
Aaaaaand as soon as they opened the door, they heard the relentless pounding in progress. Both of them sighed. All well, it’s not like this was a scenario they weren't used to. “Let’s just go.” They said in unison.
But then…Madara noticed something… Those voices…neither of them sounded like Tobirama. Neither of them sounded like a woman.
And in a split second it felt like all of the collective rage that’s ever been felt throughout the history of the entire world possessed his body. His whole body was red, his blood felt like the sun, his head felt like it was about to burst open like a geyser.
He’s gone through all of this pain, embarrassment, frustration, and disgust for a year!—He’s trudged through Izuna’s outlandish, spoiled rotten, and perverse behaviors for a year!
He’s gone through all this hell for the sake of Izuna pursuing that Senju cunt, just for him to CHEAT ON HER HER???!!! WITH A MAN??!??!!!!!!!
“IZUUUNAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” His voice bellowed throughout the house, and before Hikaku could try to hold him back, he zoomed over to his little brother’s room. Madara was moving so Fast and Furious© that he left a trail of flames in his wake.
“I-It’s probably a misunderstanding!” Hikaku yelled after him, not really believing his own words.
But Madara ignored him, all he knew in that moment was pure, seething hatred.
When he reached Izuna’s door, he stopped himself with a fist lodged into the doorframe. “Are you FUCKING serious Izu—”
…
…
… Perhaps he should have anticipated that they’d do something like this. Because what he was looking at was…literally what he’d expected. There Izuna was, fucking getting fucked by a man, and that man was clearly Tobirama.
And he's gotta say, they've become far too comfortable with getting walked in on, because they did not stop for a second, nor did they flinch at his outburst. Tobirama merely shot him a quick glance, eyes seeming merely annoyed with his ruckus, but that was the most she’d acknowledged him. And Izuna? Well, it would seem that his mind was in a completely different universe as he was bent over his own bed and getting absolutely railed by his future wife. He probably doesn't even know where he is right now
Their debauched mix of euphoric moans and pained wails and even sone animalistic growls made for a horrid soundtrack to Madara’s brain resetting. Same went for Hikaku when he finally caught up and bore witness to the surreal scene playing out, his mouth gaping wider than Izuna will be in the morning.
And after some time, Madara, eyes devoid of all life and happiness, just hunched over and turned away. “Let’s just go.” He croaked as he slugged toward his room with Hikaku, already chugging his sake, following closely behind.
The next morning found Izuna limping on wobbly legs — yet still visibly content — to the Hokage tower. Some of his subordinates had stopped him to check if he was alright. It wasn’t common for someone other than Madara to just casually walk around with apparent injuries, after all. But Izuna just reassured them that he was fine. “Just had a lovely evening with my betrothed.” He told them with a dreamy voice.
Understandably, everyone assumed they had a long training session.
And why wouldn't they? Tobirama had been spotted going to the Uchiha district in her armor… What else could they have possibly been doing?
Right when Izuna was about to enter his office, he spotted Hashirama coming down the hall. And it was the strangest thing, he was limping too! Even more strange, he’d looked a bit tired, and his eyes were unfocussed, like he was thinking very deeply of something.
Wait a moment, is he blushing too?
In a matter of seconds, the Uchiha remembered the quick comment his beloved had made during the engagement party. She’d said something about seeking “insight” with Mito… And just like that, he quickly made the connections in his brain.
“Oh!” Izuna perked up, cutely hobbling over to his future brother in law. “Hashi-ramaaaa, I had no idea you were a cultured man like me!”
The Senju furrowed his brow and shrunk into himself a bit. He must have been so deep in thought that he didn’t even notice Izuna approach. How relatable! Izuna had spent most of his walk here replaying the previous night in his mind with his Sharingan!
“C-Cultured? What are you talking about?” Hashirama asked. And Izuna couldn’t help but notice how strained the man’s voice sounded. As if…
“She had you screaming, eh?” He said slyly.
But their conversation was interrupted by a deep voice.—A deep voice that Izuna had recently become very acquainted with.
“Don’t speak another word, I don’t want to hear that!” Tobirama groaned.
Hashirama startled at the man approaching him wearing his sister’s face, and clothes, and hair, and—“B-Bibi-chan?! What is—What did you—HUH??!!”
Tobirama just waved his bewilderment off. “Yes, yes. You are shocked, the villagers are shocked, our shinobi are shocked, everyone is shocked. Let’s carry on now. And no, it’s not permanent… But I’m sure you already know that.”
His brawny little sister threw him a knowing look, and then departed just as quickly as she’d arrived. Now the two future in-laws were left alone in the hall, one fawning over the albino beef-cake that just left, and the other finally catching up to the implications of the exchange.
“Y-You…” Hashirama struggled to speak, “You two should be waiting for your wedding night!”
“Aw, don’t be like that, Aniki. You know you and Mito didn’t wait either, Tobi’s already told me the stories!”
The Hokage’s blush deepened at the callout.
“And speaking of Mito…” Izuna continued, smirking, “Did she copy your dick, too?”
The Konoha hospital took in a very high profile patient that morning.
Chapter 2: Ass Up
Summary:
How Mito and Hashirama's night went....
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“Come now, Ōotoko, I have something wonderful to show you.”
Out of all the things Mito could’ve had planned for him, Hashirama did not expect this. They’ve tried… SO many things from the “Uzumaki Secret Bedroom Activities Tool” over their years together: Cuffs, paddles, cock rings (his favorite), numbing salves, hot wax, they’ve even indulged in those little beaded metal rods that go inside his…
Anyway, what Mito has presented him with this time is…well, uh, it’s…
“Are you impressed, Anata?” Mito’s deepened voice hummed.
She’d wasted zero time stripping down ass naked and casting the modified transformation jutsu after they’d made it back to their rooms. And, Hashirama will admit, she looked rather dashing. Her face was still beautiful, but in a masculine type of way, with a slightly broader jawline and slightly thinner lips and slighter sharper eyes. As for her body…
“Ahaha… You won’t have trouble adjusting to my height, will you?”
To say that realizing she’d copied his body (his entire body) was uncanny, is an understatement. Despite them being together for so long, he was shocked that she’d bothered to take in so much detail on his naked form. The subtle freckles strewn about his chest, the larger than average size of his hands, the birth marks on his right elbow and left thigh and just above his crotch, his fat hog, it was all there!—Hell, if his body could retain scars, he bet she’d have copied those too! The only difference between them now was her lighter skin tone, her hair color, and her face!
“Height should not be a concern for the activities I’ve planned for tonight.” Mito said with a smirk.
“Oh…? And what activities are those…?” Hashirama questioned, feigning ignorance.
Now, Hashirama isn’t stupid. Despite what people may think of him in the day-to-day; when he’s proposing overly ambitious village projects on a whim, or getting caught day-drinking in one of the many miscellaneous rooms within the Hokage Tower between meetings, he is not stupid.
But he is an optimist. And he is very optimistically hoping that he’s not gonna be doing what he thinks he’s gonna to be doing.
Instead of responding with words, Mito opted on grabbing something off the bedside table behind her and tossing it to him. Hashirama instinctively caught it, and took a look.
“...” He took a deep breath. “... Alright, Ika-chan…I’ll go prepare myself.”
Truthfully, he wasn’t exactly opposed to doing this, he’s let her tepidly finger him during sex many times before. He just wished he'd had a heads-up to prepare.—Mentally prepare, that is.
But, as he’d turned around, Mito stopped him with a familiarly calloused hand around his arm. “No-no, Ōotoko, I’ll be taking care of that. I simply wanted you to hold the bottle for me.”
The look forming on her face as he realized what she was saying (more like, commanding) was damn-near sinister. And yet, Hashirama couldn’t ignore the interested twitching coming from down south. His throat forced down a dry swallow.
“Y-Yes… Of course, Ika-chan.”
“Ika-kun. ”
“… Yes, Ika-kun. ”
And that’s how Hashirama found himself face-down ass-up on his bed, bathed in the final lights of sunset coming in from the cracked window, smothering his moans of both discomfort and pleasure into a pillow as his breathtakingly handsome wife fingered his soon-to-be de-viriginized manhole. “OoooOOh, huUUuuuh!” He breathed between each probing stroke of her fingers. The way she seemed to expertly strike his prostate every single time had him utterly bewildered.—Suspicious, even! Did she map out his asshole in his sleep, or something?!
Mito laid her firm body flush against his back and trailed stimulating kisses (Gods, she’s wearing that aphrodisiac lip gloss again, isn’t she?!) up and down his neck. “Are you going to make sweet noises for me, Ōotoko?” She teased, licking him from shoulder to ear.
“Yes I-I—HAH!—I will, Ika-kun!” He moaned with a full body blushed burning under his tan skin.
She continued her teasing by asking him, “And how, exactly, am I supposed to hear it when you’re stuffing your face into a pillow?”
Slowly, reluctantly, Hashirama lifted his face away from the pillow and pushed it off the bed. In response, Mito gave an extra hard thrust to his prostate, and basked in the newfound volume of his now unrestricted moaning.
Then with a final (brutal) drilling of her dastardly fingies, she pulled them out with a filthy wet pop. Still in his shivering prone position, head hanging, Hashirama could hear Mito dip her fingers into the uncorked bottle he was still holding next to his ear, and…oil herself up.
At this point, his body was more red than brown.
“Are you ready for me, Ōotoko?” She asked with a deep rumble in her voice.
He hesitantly nodded. Then, “H-HaaaAAAH!” he moaned as she penetrated him with a single, drawn-out stroke.
The next thirty minutes of their loving entanglement was filled with the steady wet slapping of skin against skin, yelping moans that Hashirama embarrassingly tried to choke back, and adoring praises Mito breathlessly whispered into his ear.
“So good for me.” She would murmur.
“You have such a nice little hole.” She would moan.
“You said you wouldn’t hide those noises from me!” She would urge.
But eventually, they both reached their peaks, with Mito’s clone-cock painting her husband's insides, and Hashirama’s pinned-down log making a mess of his abdomen and bedsheets. They panted in the afterglow, affectionately stroking each other with shaking hands and trading kisses.
“I would say I measured up to your usual performance rather well.” Mito said with a giggle. And she was about to dismount her husband and undo the jutsu when she heard him mumble something. “What was that…?”
“... Mmr pmms…?” He mumbled again, mouth now covered by his free hand.
“Ōotoko, move your hand!”
He did as she commanded, and mumbled again, louder. “Mmr plmms…?”
Mito smirked. She, of course, understood what he’d said that time. But she just looooves to tease, was practically addicted to it, and she asked him to repeat himself again. “I can’t do what you’re asking of me if I can’t understand what you’re saying, my Love.” she goaded.
Hashirama huffed at her taunting. Then he took a deep breath, lifted his head up a little higher, and asked, “... More…please…?”
The devilish redhead smiled triumphantly and groped a possessive hand on her husband’s juicy ass. “If you insist, Ōotoko.”
After adding more oil to her artificial dick, she went on to take him for another ride in that same prone position.—This time with a little more intensity, now that he’d been thoroughly loosened up.
They, again, reached their peaks, repeating the same scene as before. And before Mito could whisper another slick comment into his ear, Hashirama stammered out a hesitant, “M-More…please…?”
Mito was momentarily taken aback. But she eagerly complied.
Again, she fucked him prone on his stomach, harder than before, grunting out her loving compliments into his ear in an even lower, growlier voice. The room filled with the sounds of their love-making, they reached their dual climax, they reveled in a short afterglow…and then again…
“More! Please!”
So they went at it again. This time, Mito pulled him up on his hands and knees to allow for faster, more powerful thrusts. Hashirama’s debauched moaning was now unrestricted by neither an offending hand nor an embarrassed press of his face into the bed.
And like before; they came together, they savored the afterglow…
And Hashirama begged, “More!”
Now Mito was full on pounding the hokage’s greedy ass, nearly matching the power and ferocity of Hashirama on their most passionate nights. The man himself was deafeningly loud, straight up screaming his pleasure, yelling her name, begging for more. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and utterly sullied with their earlier releases.
The best part? They both still had plenty of energy left.
When they’d finally ran out of stream and slumped into each other, the sliver of sky visible through the cracked window (good thing entryways don’t need to be closed for silencing seals to work) was tinted pink with the rise of the sun. The Hokage released a tired, yet satisfied groan, and could tell by the way his body had decompressed that it would take the whole day for his manhandled behind to bounce back, even with his Mokuton healing.
And… oh Gods!—It just occurred to Hashirama that today was a paperwork day! He's gonna be spending hours sitting on a solid ✨Mahogany✨ chair!
“Do you think Bibi-chan will let me take a few walks today?” Hashirama asked, face still squashed into the mattress.
For some reason, that made his wife (now back in her female form) laugh. “Something gives me the feeling that she will be quite…understanding.”
The Hokage groggily went about bathing with his beloved and getting himself dressed up for a rough day at the office, Mito graciously shooing him along when he offered to stay and help clean their room.
Both his walk over to the building and his first two hours if work went by in a haze. Now that he was no longer in the heat of their coupling, it had hit him just how surprisingly well he took to being the receiver for once. He found himself constantly losing focus, distracted by the phantom sensations of being penetrated by his own dick (that part was still craaazy to him!), and he would have to regularly reassure the shinobi he passed by that he was fine. “Just thinking.” he excused.
It was during one of his short hobbling walking breaks he took to avoid his chair (seems his little sister was late today, lucky him!) that he was snapped out of his fantasising by the sound of Izuna’s voice. And when he spotted the Uchiha, he had…an oddly similar limp to his step as his own…? Even stranger, when he approached, he made some confusing comments about being cultured, which he questioned. It seemed he finally caught himself speaking during a moment of clarity, because he was suddenly very aware if how strained his voice sounded, and he tried to subtly clear his throat under his breath.
Izuna had made another snide comment about someone making him scream (his body nearly jolted in alarm at that one), when they were interrupted by…by…WHAAAAT?!!!
“B-Bibi-chan?! What is—What did you—HUH??!!”
“Yes, yes. You are shocked…” His little-sister-turned-little-brother dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She said some other things, but Hashirama was stuck on her change! Why would she suddenly be using the same transformation jutsu as Mito had had last night?! Why was Izuna limping?! Why do they both have such strange looks on their faces?! And—
… Oh, not his innocent little Bibi-chan!
“Y-You…” He stammered when his mind finally caught up, barely noticing that Tobirama had already left, “You two should be waiting for your wedding night!” He lectured.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Aniki. You know you and Mito didn’t wait either, Tobi’s already told me the stories!”
Hashirama could feel his whole body turning red. Ah… It seems that he and Mito weren’t as discreet during their courtship as he’d thought this entire time…
And then, Izuna made a comment that had his heart nearly stalling with the sheer influx of embarrassment it induced. “Did she copy your dick, too?”
“...”
Konoha gossiping circles were the juiciest they've been in a while that day. And why wouldn’t it be that way?! Madara-sama’s bad influence had finally rubbed off on innocent little Izuna-sama, and he was hit with Hokage-sama’s wrath!
Such a shame… But they were confident Izuna-sama will make this right before it affects the engagement!—As soon as he can walk again!