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The last thing Tobirama had expected when the Daimyo called their clans representatives to the capital was for him to be married off to prove their clans dedication to peace. Yet here he was entering a ‘gifted’ honeymoon private villa provided by their ‘gracious’ Daimyo with Madara leading the way and opening the door for him to the bedroom they were expected to make use of.
“Ah. So. Here we are,” Madara says awkwardly rubbing the back of his head in clear discomfort.
“Yes. If you could help me, these robes weren’t meant to be removed by a single person,” Tobirama responded emotionlessly. He refuses to show how nervous he is about this. Not only was he about to be put in an extremely vulnerable situation, one he has no control over, but he was going to be at the mercy of a man equal in strength to his brother. A man who had made it clear during their peace discussions that he still held animosity against him for nearly killing Izuna and leveraging that injury to force peace.
There was no way he was going to come out of this experience unscathed. Despite the assurances Hashirama assured him Madara gave him, he wasn’t an idiot and he knows that words are empty. And Madara’s actions spoke volumes. The distaste every time he even glanced at Tobirama during their wedding and the glare he had during their reception made it clear to him how tonight would go.
“You’re disrobing?!” Madara shrieks at a truly alarming volume.
Tobirama has to resist rolling his eyes, no need to provoke Madara unnecessarily. “That is typically how this is done. I don’t see how we could succeed while remaining dressed.”
“Oh right. Because we are meant to…..consumate our wedding. Because we are married.”
“That is the expectation, yes.”
“Right, okay. Yes, I’ll uh, help you with that.”
Despite how wrong it feels to turn his back to Madara he turns around so Madara can help him untie his shiromuku. Even though he wasn’t looking forward to bearing his body to Madara, he was looking forward to getting out of these heavy humiliating robes.
Madara’s hands were hesitant but he still managed to help Tobirama remove his outer layers. However when Tobirama went to remove his hadajuban Madara stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
“I think perhaps we should talk before…..before anything else happens.”
Tobirama raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he can’t deny he isn’t eager to move forward and he will happily grasp anything that will give him more time. He’d been so focused on his wedding and everything that was happening that he hadn’t had the time to consider what tonight would entail and he would definitely like to prepare himself more.
“That sounds acceptable.”
“Perfect, would you, uh, would you be offended if I asked you to prepare tea while I change out of this montsuki?” Madara’s stuttering and stumbling over his words is almost charming. And while he isn’t eager to start on his role of wife, in this case getting away and preparing tea sounds wonderful.
“I’m not offended, do you have a preference? I’m not sure what they have here but I’m certain there are a few options at least and I can do my best to find something to your taste.”
“No, anything that you deem acceptable works for me.”
Tobirama simply nods and turns to leave, he didn’t run out of the room, he didn’t. He merely left quickly to give Madara his space to change.
He doesn’t have to search for the tea because right on the counter were several tea options, to his pleasant surprise one of the jars contained gyokuro. It’s a delight he rarely got to indulge in and he fully intends to drink all of it before they leave here.
He quickly lights a burner and places the filled tea pot over it. Madara steps into the kitchen and slides open the shoji to the dining room where he takes a seat at the chabudai. He doesn’t say anything to acknowledge Tobirama, so he doesn’t do anything to acknowledge Madara. He just stands at the stove watching to gauge the water temperature. Gyokuro requires a lower water temperature and he needs to watch to ensure it doesn’t get over heated.
Unfortunately it doesn’t take as long as he would like, so he’s already adding the tea leaves to the gaiwan and pouring the water over them to steep. He places the warmed tea pot and two tea cups on a tray and brings it with him to the chabudai.
Once seated he folds his hands in his lap while he waits the required couple of minutes for the tea to be ready to pour. A glance across the table shows Madara fidgeting and twirling a strand of his hair around his finger in a nervous gesture.
As soon as the tea is ready he pours them both a cup and places the first one in front of his new husband, as is not only polite but will now be expected of him, before taking his own cup in his hands.
He chooses to keep hold of the cup to avoid mimicking Madara and fidget.
He isn’t eager for whatever talk Madara deems necessary, however Madara is apparently in a hurry to have it.
“So. We are married.”
Or perhaps he simply wants to make small talk to avoid the bedroom as well.
“We are.”
“I think we need to discuss a few things before anything else happens. Namely what you can expect out of our marriage,” Madara says with a heavy tone.
Tobirama wishes he had been able to prevent the slight flinch, but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t imagine this conversation will go well at all and anticipates heavy sanctions and demands placed on him.
He clenches his eyes shut for just a moment and takes a breath to steady himself. “I understand. You must have expectations of me.”
Madara’s hand moves like he’s going to reach out to touch Tobirama, but stops midway and instead drops to the table. “While there are some things that will be expected, that's not what I meant. I want to talk about what you can expect from me, and what to expect of my clan.” He sighs heavily, “I can’t make promises for my clan, after all I’m not there to break this news to them and they weren’t given any prior notice. I don’t imagine they will be pleased to hear that not only will I not be producing any heirs, but I am also welcoming a Senju into our clan. However I made it clear to my brother and our accompanied elders that I expect you to be treated with the utmost respect. That they treat you like they would treat my spouse had they been born in our clan.
“Izuna and two of our elders are already on the way back to the clan to break the news. Izuna will make sure to address all concerns that are raised and ensure that any that may cause trouble are confronted early.
“As for marital duties I have no expectations of you beyond tonight. I would like it if we could find a way to make this marriage if not happy at least tolerable. And to be perfectly honest I do hope we can find our way to a sexual relationship. I don’t relish the idea of spending the rest of my life celibate.”
Tobirama doesn't even know what to say. He hadn’t expected anything that Madara had just said and it takes him a minute to process the words.
“That is far more generous than I had expected. I appreciate your forethought and the fact that you have already taken steps to make the transition into your clan easier for me.” He pauses, the next part makes him extremely uncomfortable. “I am not opposed to a sexual relationship. I believe it’s considered necessary for a functional relationship. Though I feel I must disclose that I have no experience in the field and will have to leave all of that for you to initiate. I had expected that you would likely seek….such indulgences outside of our marriage bed.”
“Tobirama, you are now my spouse and as such I will be loyal to you. I will not stray from my vows to you. I promised you safety, comfort and fidelity and I intend to keep to those vows,” Madara responds with a serious expression.
“I too intend to keep to my vows. And though it wasn’t stated in them I feel I need to make something clear to you. Not only do you now have my loyalty, but your clan does as well. On my brother's life, I will hold your clan’s wellbeing as close to my heart as I hold my own clan. No, I’m sorry I misspoke. I will hold our clan’s wellbeing as close to my heart as I held my former clan. All I ask of you is if war were to break out between our clans again, not to say I think that is in any way likely, that you don’t force me to fight them. I will if you demand it of me, but please don’t.”
Madara sucked in a sharp breath before responding, looking shocked. “On my honor as your husband and on my own brothers life, I swear to you I will never force you to fight the clan of your birth.”
Tobirama bows his head, “I thank you. As further proof of my loyalty I will make a secondary vow to you. I will prioritize you and your needs, though not at the detriment of my own or of those in need, I will support you in your goals, and I will never disagree with publicly over a matter that would shame, discredit, or disgrace you. I will share my opinions, but I will not disagree about something that should be spoken of in a private setting. I can make no promises on behalf of my former clan, all I have are promises I can personally give you to prove my loyalty to you. I hope to further prove it through my actions in our marriage.”
“Thank you Tobirama, I would never have demanded such things from you and that makes your show of loyalty all the more meaningful to me.”
“Of cour-” it’s as far as he gets before Madara interrupts him with wild eyes.
“Wait. Did you say you haven’t ever had sex? As in you are a virgin?!”
Tobirma raises a single eyebrow, “yes? Will that be an issue for you?” He asks with some concern.
“No. That’s, um, not an issue. I just wasn’t expecting it. That changes my plans somewhat for tonight. Are - are you aware of what to expect?”
“I do understand the basics. Or at least I understand the basic mechanics of the act.”
“Right. Okay. Well then. I will make sure to take things slow and explain everything before we proceed.”
Tobirama feels some of that apprehension come back, of course now that they finished their conversation things would turn to sex. Well that was to be expected. It was their wedding night and consummation is a requirement of a legally binding marriage.
“Thank you, I appreciate the consideration. Should I take that to mean we will be moving things back to the bedroom?”
“Yes, I think it’s best to do so sooner rather than later before we have time to psych ourselves out and make the act more awkward than it needs to be.”
Well, he can’t deny the sense in that, even if he is still nervous to actually have sex.
Madara stands and reaches down a hand to him to help him up. He stares at the hand for a moment before taking it. This is his life now and taking Madara’s hand is the easiest thing he will probably do tonight, and it’s an early and easy show of trust.
Tobirama follows Madara to the bedroom with some apprehension, throughout the walk Madara doesn’t let go of his hand. He honestly doesn’t know what to think of that.
It's awkward, that is certain. Tobirama doesn't know where to place his hands nor what to do with himself. It all makes him feel terribly self conscious until Madara takes initiative, using one of his hands to gently guide his chin down, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative first kiss.
It isn't what he expected at all, but it is less overwhelming than what he thought it would be to his senses, especially with Madara's chakra burning so close to his own.
Slowly, Tobirama relaxes as Madara continues to guide his lips, softly coaxing them open, until his tongue meets his own, drawing a moan of surprise from him.
He thinks he must have misheard the lovely murmured word against his lips but he isn't sure.
They stay like that a long time and Tobirama thinks that if all of their encounters begin like this, he'll be happy to oblige whenever Madara wants him in his bed.
Firm hands start to help him disrobe, never intimidating, just a solid presence that grounds him.
Like a child that can't get enough of his sweets, Madara steals kisses between the serious work of divesting them of their clothing. Tobirama can't help but snort, only to be kissed again and again, his head starting to spin and forgetting all entirely about feeling shy for his nakedness in this context.
He’s surprised to find that Madara is good at keeping him busy enough that he is distracted from his own thoughts. It’s helpful in relaxing him and helping him be in the moment.
Madara's face is a mix of good humor and hunger and Tobirama doesn't mind that. In fact, when he is coaxed to lay down on the bed, their legs tangled together, he welcomes it - the feeling of Madara's desire enticing his own, leaving him drunk on the sensation.
It helps to melt the tension, to let out quiet gasps of surprise from the new feelings Madara's clever lips and tongue are able to bring out from him.
There's the ghost of lips on his neck that soon turns into small, cheeky bites of affection, something he never expected from his new husband but is thankful to be experiencing instead of what he had feared. Madara continues his downward exploration of his body before stopping to kiss his nipples are teased and he begins to turn playful in his licking, biting and sucking.
He feels a need building up inside him, feels how his body reacts to the attention and thinks that if this is how this is going to be, then he doesn't mind having Madara as his lover.
No, not at all - especially when his husband again continues his exploration of his body until he reaches his cock. Tobirama expects Madara to make his way back up, but instead nudges Tobirama’s legs apart and takes his place firmly between them before he takes him into his mouth, making him lose all sense and coherent thought.
Tobirama doesn't notice the clever fingers at first, too overwhelmed by the sensation of a hot mouth on his cock. The first press of a lubed finger is a strange sensation but painful, he almost misses the second finger all together because whatever Madara was doing with that first finger stretched him enough that there wasn’t any pain, just a more full feeling. The third finger he does notice, and he almost hisses with the unexpected burn but he ends up moaning instead when Madara pulls back a sucks hard on his tip. As distractions go it’s very effective.
Madara is working a fourth finger in, again paying extra attention to his tip to distraction when Tobirama feels that tell-tell sensation, he tries to warn his husband of his impending peak, only to be ignored until pleasure overwhelms him.
When he comes to himself, panting for air, it is to see Madara's smirk.
“Good?”
He can only nod. Then, remembering that his husband hasn't yet reached his peak, he spreads his legs a little more in what he hopes is a clear invitation to continue to the next stage.
Just as Madara has done everything so far he keeps him distracted with playful kisses and nips along his throat and on his mouth before he angles himself and starts pressing in, going slow and making sure Tobirama isn’t in pain.
Madara remains gentle while actually fucking him, even though he continues to overwhelm him with sensations with his mouth as well. He is gasping Madara's name in no time.
Despite the fact that Tobirama is feeling oversensitive from cumming only minutes ago, he finds his cock rapidly filling up again in a way it hasn’t since he was a teenager. Then again, he’s never experienced anything like this before.
His husband, noticing it, doesn't waste time in stroking him in time with his back and forth movements and suddenly Tobirama's vision blacks out again and this time he thinks he reaches a new high.
Above him, he feels distantly Madara’s own moan of pleasure joining his own as Madara’s hips start to stutter before pumping one last time deep inside him. Madara rests his head on his chest and breathes harshly.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you right?” Madara asks as he lifts his head up to look Tobirama in the eyes.
He feels a sudden deep blush take over his entire body, “No, I wasn’t hurt. I think it should be quite obvious that I am more than okay.”
“Good,” Madara replied with a quick kiss to his lips.
Sated, his new husband is gracious enough to get up and search for a towel with fresh water to clean him, but not before bending down and kissing him deeply, leaving Tobirama a panting mess on the bed.
Well, he thinks, if this is how their relationship is to be from now on, he doesn't mind at all being married to Madara.