He sat behind Madara, perhaps a little close at first, being purposely disruptive to his boyfriend's work. He peered over Madara's shoulder, strong hands caressing up his sides without care for if Madara was actually too busy to receive attention.
"Pay attention to me."
Madara's back was a vulnerable region that few people could breach due to his sensory blind spot, an insecurity that made his life difficult and almost a culmination of how difficult it was for the Uchiha to trust people, enough that he'd never wanted others to walk behind him as a leader when he preferred to work alone. That was how it was supposed to have panned out, at least, as one of the first exiles often spent his days consumed in thought, and building a network across the shinobi world from his base in the Mountain's Graveyard in the Land of Fangs. Except... he hadn't been there in several weeks.
With one of his treasured messenger birds he'd taken with him that lived on Shimuzen-zan along with his boss summon, Hatsuyume, Madara was deeply involved in poring over documents one of his correspondents in Sunagakure had sent him, still deeply close with the Kaze clan that had seen he and his brother as extended family since his boyhood in Takumi when Reto had gifted him his trademark Gunbai fashioned after their traditional war fans. It was enough that he hadn't sensed Kakuzu's approach, but that could likely be attributed to the uncanny height of security traveling as a part of their circus troupe had given, much like days spent with Monzaemon's.
But, being in this place... had let his guard down. The warmth of the smaller tent Kakuzu lived in by himself made for a warm atmosphere, the bustle of ongoing shows and its main attractions a salve against the loneliness that had plagued him before they'd met. When Madara had nothing, but had wanted some shred of humanity in his life. It had led to a sudden and shy infatuation and multiple visits to the former Taki-nin's shows until a chance meeting backstage had culminated in recognition of those feelings Madara was too often ambivalent of himself. Which contextualized the present situation under the warm, dim glow of a lamp Madara read besides.
It was impossible to deny the faint shudder of arousal as he felt Kakuzu's large hands touch his waist, of his chest against the Uchiha's back, of digits that rubbed along his flanks and made the impending devolution of his composure difficult to ignore. A hot flush colored his cheeks and crept up his nape, gaze slightly drunken as he met Kakuzu with a nuzzle between their cheeks, but not before he pulled Kakuzu down so he could clamber in the man's lap to wrap his arms around his neck and dive for a searing, passionate kiss.
"Is this what you mean?" he purred between further, successive kisses, gaze utterly soft and tender.












