Something Different.

something different.

an attempt in figuring out how to write a dom tobi / sub mada

i really don't know about this. 🤔 ah well whatever. scrap for me but you may read for fun.

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Madara narrowed his eyes.

There were flowers on his desk. There was also a box of dango, and they both made a rather odd sight because people just didn’t leave flowers and dango on his desk. However, they were there, and they stood out prominently.

“If you stare at them any longer, you’ll set them on fire,” Tobirama said. 

“What is this?” Madara asked, flinging an arm out at the rather offending items.

“What do you think?”

Madara glared at him. “That is not an answer.”

His dynamic was not a secret, but his demeanor kept people from acting upon the fact. A very good thing because Madara thought most doms were idiots. They had not a single clue how to navigate a conversation, much less a relationship. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would be approached, being a key member of Konoha and supposedly easy to take advantage of, never mind the fact that he alone could face Hashirama Senju. However, Madara did not expect to find such deplorable gifts this early in the morning or in his office.

“It is,” Tobirama said. The man was infuriatingly calm, and that was—

“You,” Madara said, and he had a hold of Tobirama’s kendogi before the man could blink. Tobirama didn’t resist, allowing himself to be dragged closer toward Madara. “You did this.”

Tobirama merely blinked, white lashes soft and slow against the top of his cheeks. “Yes.”

“Why?” Madara shook him just a little, and he swore to god that he thought Tobirama was the more sensible one of the two Senju brothers.

“Why does anyone leave flowers and sweets?” Tobirama retorted, and his hand came up. His fingers were cool against Madara’s hand as he pried himself out of Madara’s grip. His red eyes looked at Madara, keen. 

Madara studied Tobirama for a long moment. There was nothing in that face staring back at him impassively. The only hint was the slightest fluctuations to Tobirama’s chakra, normally smooth and steady as an undisturbed lake.

And it was easy to stop forward, push Tobirama into the desk. This time, a dark pink flush graced Tobirama’s cheeks.

“So…” Madara drawled. “You wish to court me, is that right?”

Tobirama swallowed, and Madara’s eyes tracked that bob of throat easily. “Yes.”

“Why, Tobirama? What makes you think you can be in charge of me?”

Because Madara wasn’t going to just let any dom court him. Tobirama Senju may have been a better choice than most, but he was also one that would induce the most headaches. A relationship between them was never just a relationship between them, not with their clans and duties to the village.

“I don’t,” Tobirama said, and a smile curved onto those lips. “Anyone who thinks they can be in charge of you is a fool, but—”

Madara found their position reversed as Tobirama flipped them easily, and this time it was Tobirama pushing him into the desk. It was a nice show of strength for a man so whipcord thin, enough that Madara didn’t fight the way Tobirama pressed him further down just narrowly missing the flowers and dango there.

“ —if you allow it, if you wish it…I could take charge as you please. I could keep you on edge, numb your senses to the world.”

“Is that so?” Madara asked, and he was surprised to find his own breath a little short. Tobirama’s face was close enough for him to see clearer into those red eyes, dark and filled with promises. Their lips were mere centimeters apart.

“My nature does not dictate me in the way I work, but when it comes to this, to you…it can only be as you wish and please.”

“Are you truly that sort of dom?” Madara asked. Words were words, and he trusted the man enough to build Konoha alongside Hashirama but not here. Never here where it was personal and close to his heart, where Madara needed to guard himself.

“Have I forced you to lie beneath me like this?”

“No.”

Tobirama smirked. “Why then do you lie before me so, enticing and enchanting, and I still have yet to kiss you?”

Madara swallowed. “You jest.”

“Ah,” Tobirama said. “You allowed.”

“So I have,” Madara replied, and he had not known when he had trusted Tobirama enough for that to happen. That he allowed Tobirama to maneuver him without complaint or fight.

“Your submission is earned, not forced.” Tobirama pulled back until he was no longer looming over Madara. “I have declared my intent, but you may wait to give me your answer. I only ask you not to…to tarry.”

And Tobirama’s chakra wavered, dipped a little, and Madara could see the pinkness to those cheeks had not faded but rather deepened. The man wasn’t quite as smooth or confident as he portrayed, and this time it was Madara’s lips curling into something dangerously wicked as he pushed himself up to sit upon the desk.

“I have my answer.”

“Al-already?” Tobirama asked, his voice strangled. “You, you do not need to be hasty. I would—”

“You may.”

Tobirama’s mouth snapped shut. He stared at Madara in disbelief. Then, “I—I may?”

“Where’s your bravado?” Madara asked, and he allowed his legs to part in invitation. “You may have one kiss.”

“Oh,” Tobirama said. “Oh!”

Madara tried not to laugh as Tobirama almost tripped to stand between Madara’s legs, and then he had no words as Tobirama gently tilted his chin up. Placed a soft sweet kiss onto his mouth. 

He shivered, feeling a tingle down his spine, and he closed his eyes allowing Tobirama to guide the kiss into something deeper. When they finally broke apart, Tobirama’s eyes were a bit hazy as if clouded over.

“Hm,” Madara hummed. Tobirama Senju would do.