There’s a part of Tobirama that knows there’s something wrong with him. Nobody has ever said as much, but when he looks around him, he knows it’s true. Because inside he’s sick, and broken; selfish. What other reason would he have for hurting so many people?

Not in war, that's not what he means. This is different. That is necessary, but this? This is malicious.

In truth he couldn’t say when it first started, as people have always been drawn to Hashirama. Understandable, of course, his anija is amazing. But Hashirama is a dreamer, and it can be hard to catch his attention, and even harder to get close. And thus, his admirers started turning to Tobirama. At first Tobirama had thought… well. It didn't matter what he thought, because he learned what they really wanted all too quickly,

“What does your brother like to eat?”

“What does Hashirama-san do for fun?”

“What is Senju-sama looking for in a lover?”

The last one was asked a lot. And… Well. His brother’s future marriage to Mito-hime may have been pre-arranged, and while Mito-hime wasn’t the most emotive person, more similar to Tobirama than Hashirama, they were very happy together. Maybe not in love, not yet, but it was growing between them. And he didn’t appreciate these interlopers trying to ruin it before their marriage had even begun.

At first he had just brushed them off. As he got older, that anger turned darker, sicker. None of them ever asked what he liked to eat, or what he enjoyed doing, or what sort of person he was interested in. Part of him wanted to blame Hashirama, but his brother was just as attentive as he had always been. Asking after whatever new jutsu Tobirama was making, or trading his fish for Tobirama’s pickles at meals. No, it wasn’t Hashirama’s fault everyone ignored Tobirama.

And so… the next few times somebody asked, Tobirama found himself lying. It felt good to watch them fumble and fail, often humiliating themselves as well. Still, people kept asking! Then, finally, somebody asked “What kind of person might your brother be interested in as a lover?”

It was at the capital, and the person asking was some up and coming merchant’s son. Even if Hashirama hadn’t been engaged to Mito-hime, their statuses were so different it would have been laughable for the man to even think about trying to bed Hashirama. And yet he still dared to ask Tobirama what his brother might like. Later, Tobirama would look back and wonder what possessed him to lean forward to whisper in the man’s ear and answer as he did.

“My brother only likes people who are experienced in the bedroom. Those who are confident.” The man had fumbled and blushed. Like any good shinobi, Tobirama could spot a weakness a mile away, and he pounced on this one. “I wouldn’t mind helping out.”

It was intoxicating, the way the man looked at Tobirama that night, as well as the night after, and the night after that. Like Tobirama was the only person who mattered. Like the way people looked at Hashirama. And when Tobirama left, the man pleaded with him to stay. The words; “That should be enough experience to interest my brother” were out of his lips before he thought about it. A good person would have felt guilty at the way tears pooled in the man’s eyes. That’s how Tobirama knew he was sick inside; all he felt was satisfaction as he turned and left.

It became a bad habit. Every time a person expressed romantic interest in his brother, Tobirama would offer them a smirk and a helping hand. He’d blow their mind until the only person they could think about was Tobirama, and then leave them heartbroken. He really was terrible.

It didn’t take long for Hashirama to find out. But instead of being angry, or demanding Tobirama stop, he looked…sad. That hadn’t been what Tobirama had wanted at all. And when he learned why, he looked heartbroken.

“Tobi… you don’t need to keep doing this.” Hashirama had walked up to him, pulling him into a hug. They were only a few years apart, but while Tobirama was still an awkward and gangly teen, Hashirama was a grown man, tall and sturdy, his arms offering comfort and protection that Tobirama wasn’t sure he deserved. “I appreciate you trying to keep me safe, Tobi, even if I don’t like how sad you are. Some day, though, you’ll find a love all your own. And you won’t have to hurt yourself to get it.”

Hashirama didn’t know what he was talking about. Nothing about this made Tobirama sad, and he wasn’t hurting himself. Other people got hurt, not him! And he didn’t want… he didn't need love. The only reason he chose to handle things with his body was because he was a monster, who only knew how to harm people. Saying that only made Hashirama more upset.

When Konoha was built, Tobirama had thought things would be better. But apparently not. Hashirama was married now, and still people asked. These people were supposed to be his allies, and yet they were all so intent on slipping into his brother’s bed, though a fair few at least included Mito as well. It didn’t… it didn’t hurt. That everyone still only asked after Hashirama, still, that he left broken hearts behind him. It didb’t hurt that Hashirama had been wrong.

When Madara settled next to him one evening out, a too-familiar gleam in his eye, Tobirama tried not to feel sick. Their conversation was stilted at best, and he braced himself for disappointment. That even his brother’s best friend would ask this of him—

‘Enough, I’m ready now.’

Naruto hums, nosing between his shoulderblades, and presses a kiss to the top of his spine. ‘Already? Of course, you’re always so eager, so good for me.’

Sasuke can only give a nod, for now. He knows he’ll be saying that and more before the night is over. But first things first. He steps his legs further apart, lets his chest hit the wood so he can reach back to hold himself open. Naruto doesn’t make him wait, he slams into him with no resistance, whining at the feeling of the man he’s missed for longer than he’d like. He holds onto Sasuke’s hips, already moving in answer, and picks his pace up.

‘I missed you so much, Sasuke, I always dream of you when you’re not here.’

Something about that, about Naruto’s honesty, always takes him by surprise. Even with his body up close against his own, hearing that kind of thing is different. Sasuke is as used to keeping his feelings to himself as his lover is to voicing his with no consideration. He arches his back higher, the only response he can come up with as his hole gets pounded. Naruto pulls out, and then he’s being turned on his back, legs thrown over the Hokage’s shoulders so that he can’t hide the flush that burns on his cheeks.

‘Just look at you, you love this so much.’

He cannot take the words, the pleased expression in Naruto’s face, and so he pulls his legs into himself to drive him closer for a kiss. He really likes their kisses, tender and hungry, and it brings him closer to coming, but then Naruto pulls back.

‘Maybe you’re not ready to talk yet. That’s fine.’

A hopeful shiver goes through Sasuke, he cannot mean… but he does mean it, and before he knows it a clone is stepping forward, and he drops his head back so his mouth can be of use. He wraps his lips around the clone’s erection, and blows him like he didn’t just warm Naruto for the better part of three hours. Even with the intrusion in his mouth, he’s getting louder already; he loves being spitroasted. He loves Naruto, and wants as much as he can get of him. Naruto, for his part, changes to quicker, shorter thrusts that target his prostate and have him gasping for breath even as he pushes himself forward to deepthroat the cock in his mouth.

Sasuke pulls back, vision blurring with tears, and when he takes him again into his throat, he feels something warm resting against his cheekbone. He drools around the first clone as he registers one, then two more clones waiting for their turn, happy to rub their erections on his face in the meantime. Naruto lets one of his legs fall from his shoulders, and he lets his body go lax with the new angle, so the clones can do with him as they wish. He makes a wet sound when he’s pulled off, and his mouth hangs open as they take turns fucking into his mouth like a sex toy.

He can’t tell what’s lewder, the gasping whines that fall from his mouth when it’s unoccupied or the squelching pants he can barely breathe through when he’s being moved up and down one of their dicks. Two more clones materialise, and he only registers he’s being made to jerk one off when the other tries pushing into his already full mouth. He opens wider and feels it slide in, just the head stretching his lips, and it’s too much, too good and he’s coming with a choked sob around Naruto, who fucks him even deeper through it, and then follows, holding him close before pulling out.

Sasuke is just getting used to sucking two cocks at once when he’s turned on his front. He uses this respite to cough, and before he’s finished orienting himself again, his sensitive entrance is breached. He pushes his hips up against the intrusion, and finds he prefers this; being able to see all the clones as they pass him around. His tears run anew when the clone in his arse spills more lube on his entrance and tries to work a finger in along with his length, and that gets him his first facial of the night. It’s so good if he hadn’t come twice already that’d do it for him, and the sound he makes around the dicks taking turns to graze his throat is almost wounded.

He doesn’t have to wait long for the next, hot ropes of cum landing on his flushed face, and it’s still not enough. The clones are replaced with fresh versions that waste no time working to add to the sperm on his face. This is everything Sasuke wanted when he came into the village, and when the clone behind him slides a third finger inside him, he comes with a shaky exclamation that gets muffled by more cocks. One of the clones in his mouth comes, and the popping sound he makes when he pulls out has the other pushing inside until Sasuke’s nose is squished against his pubic hair. Impossibly, he feels himself getting hard again, and stops every pretense of keeping quiet as the clone starts fucking his face so hard it’s a miracle he doesn’t get a bloody nose.

One of the pricks rubbing on his face changes to slap him, and he finds himself struggling to ask for more even if he can hardly breathe let alone speak. They seem to understand him, anyway, and soon he’s getting it from both sides, before they add to the mess of cum in his face. The clone in his mouth ejaculates not long after, and he swallows eagerly, and then there’s just the one stretching his hole so good it still has him crying, and there’s Naruto, leaning back and stroking himself as he watches him writhe on his desk.

‘Please.’ His voice is rough, and speaking hurts in the best way possible as he reaches for Naruto. Something tightens on his chest and he couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. ‘I want to be good for you, I love when you tell me I’m good for you.’

As if that’s what the clone’s been waiting for, he’s flipping them over, so Sasuke is laying on his back over him, and he feels his walls twitch in anticipation as he withdraws his fingers. And Naruto is there, pulling him up for a kiss that only makes him more aware of the sperm covering his face, and then he cannot think about that because Naruto is pushing into him. Slow and tortuous, and he doesn’t know if he can take it, but he knows he wants to.

‘You’re being so good for me right now, of course you are. Taking all I have to give you, just like you wanted.’

‘Yes!’ Sasuke’s breath is short and quick, and he’s holding back sobs at the cocks invading his body, not out of appropriacy now, but just to get the words out. ‘I want you, I want all of you. You’re everything I need, I–’

He cuts himself off with a sharp exhale when Naruto bottoms out, and he throws his arm around the blond, pulling him as close as he can, needing to feel his heartbeat against his because he thinks he might spontaneously combust otherwise. His mind blanks when they start moving in him, faster than he expected and just as deep as he needs it.

‘You’re everything to me, Sasuke.’