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GOOD HUNTING
Tobirama wishes that the politics of having a new village were easier than appeasing all sorts of clans with shows of faith and favors. He would have preferred that they simply send the Hatake clan a gift, instead of this solution of Hashirama’s.
His solution is a mission, diplomatic in nature, to attend the annual Hatake marriage hunt, a practice that was only still in play with the oldest, most traditional of clans. The Senju married mostly for politics and had festivals and ceremonies to match. He didn’t know about the Uchiha. This could almost be considered a festival, but in reality Tobirama was expected to stand by as a medic in the woods for ten days followed by one day of celebration.
His red haori symbolized medic, instead of participant, although he had been made aware of the risk should anybody decide to hunt him instead—he was the only one on the grounds allowed to use lethal force. Nobody would risk hunting the medic, even though being on the sacred grounds of his mother’s people made him a potential spouse, Tobirama had already assessed everyone in the area as a lesser threat.
And so he settled into the top of his makeshift treehouse and sat in meditation to blanket the area in his chakra senses for the next ten days.
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Izuna’s mission was supposed to be easy, dealing with the Hagoromo who had been the Uchiha’s allies, offering the respite of the village that was combined of Uchiha and Senju and a few more notable founding clans. He thought perhaps they would reject the offer, and on the off-chance the offer was received so negatively that it turned to violence, Izuna had volunteered as the second strongest Uchiha, one who refused to put his clan head in this kind of danger when the Hagoromo were supposed to be their allies anyway.
It did not go well (for the Hagoromo.)
Upon Izuna’s arrival they smiled bloodthirsty grins and joked about the smallest Uchiha visiting, but upon his proposal they had rallied and attacked. Black fire blazed from Izuna’s spinning deadly eyes, blood dripped down his cheekbones and gave him the appearance of a demon. His sword rang out as it met axes in battle, the Hagoromo spitting fire and growing horns from their foreheads in their rage like the Oni from Izuna’s childhood stories.
But in the end they were all men and men can be cut, burned, and left for dead.
Only one strike hit home, slicing deep into Izuna’s arm and bringing adrenaline to the forefront of his instincts. First he fought and then he ran, unhinged and driven crazy by an itch in his chakra, burning like poison in his blood. His eyes flickered on and off, his body surged and threw itself deeper and deeper into the woods and fire country until all that was left was madness and delirium.
Izuna sees Tobirama before he recognizes him. He’s wearing the bright scarlet of Uchiha brides on the day of their marriage hunt, and he’s not in a place to be thinking too hard about it. The white of his hair and scarlet of ink on his cheekbones and chin mark him as unmistakable.
Before Izuna is himself, he is Uchiha, and all of that power laid out before him, sitting quietly in a tree, is a tempting target to trap.
Genjutsu is on his tongue and twitching in his fingers just before Tobirama looks up and notices that it’s him.
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It’s the fourth day of the hunt when Tobirama senses a signature he can’t recognize, injured, erratic, and affected by something. It’s close, almost right above him.
It doesn’t feel like it belongs to a Hatake, flittering wildly and like a flame in the wind. His eyes search the trees, catch a flash of red, but then just as mysteriously the afflicted signature fades out and everything is quiet again.
Too quiet, he dispels the genjutsu that’s affecting his senses and breathes as he feels the Hatake signatures back where they should be.
Probably an area of effect genjutsu, something vast over a large area as a trap, not intended for him and yet he was caught in it anyway.
But—wasn’t there another signature, somebody injured?
No, he shakes his head to clear it, feeling naked without his armor and fur collar. That was days ago. Or a dream, or…
His thoughts are interrupted by his own instincts, heightened and high strung from almost being caught in a genjutsu. He feels compelled, he needs to walk, he’s needed at the heart of this forest, he has something important to do.
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Izuna watches from the trees as Tobirama travels through the forest to where Izuna is sending him. It’s a good place for a trap, trees surrounding a small clearing with no river in sight. His prey is none the wiser, pushing every now and then as he makes his way under the influence of genjutsu.
He would not have been suspecting it, and Izuna is very very good, so he’s sure that Tobirama probably only managed to break the first illusion, moving strongly like the prey he is.
Like the prey his red haori marks him as. There for the taking (and Izuna will take and take and ask for more.)
His feet stop a little short of where Izuna is trying to send him, his hands coming up to dispel the genjutsu he has finally noticed properly, but Izuna can’t be having that. Wire slides into his hands even as he’s launching himself down, fast and low. His hands are tangled in the sleeves and his teeth are in Tobirama’s neck just before Tobirama’s awareness comes back to him.
Water, freezing in temperature pours from Tobirama’s mouth in a seamless, seal-less attempt of deposing himself, but it’s too late, Izuna has the wire winding around his elbows down to wrists and is tying his middle fingers tight to each other before Tobirama jerks his shoulders back and kicks out.
The knee in his sternum burns, a bruise blossoming upon contact. Tobirama twists and whips one leg up to Izuna’s head, with enough force to do serious damage but Izuna is not playing. He ducks under the leg in the air and launches himself from a crouch towards Tobirama’s standing leg, gripping an ankle and pulling hard.
Without his hands, it’s hard for Tobirama to counter, and instead he twists to cause minimal damage, his teeth grab onto Izuna’s collar on his way down, ripping through the fabric even as his own arms are trapped between the ground and his own body.
“You’re mine,” Izuna smiles, wild and with a touch of madness. “I’ve always wanted you and now you are mine. I will lay claim to you, Tobirama, and the Uchiha fires will burn seven nights and seven days in a celebration of my great victory. My great gift of strength to my clan.”
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“You’re mad!” Tobirama growls. “I’m not even in this hunt, I’m a fucking medic, and I won’t be a ‘gift of strength’ to your clan or any clan. I’m a Senju, Uchiha, I’ll always be a Senju.”
“Nu-ah,” Izuna mocks him, clicking his tongue and grinning wilder still. He reaches up to one of his ears to touch a red stone earring slotted to envelope the lobe. It’s noticeable as ceremonial jewelry that the Uchiha wear on diplomatic missions and Tobirama is starting to wonder what exactly the mission was that went so very, very wrong.
“Izuna, you’re injured, you’ve been fucking poisoned!” he protests again, “You’re out of your mind!”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Izuna smiles wildly, and then Tobirama is thrashing his head to the side as Izuna reaches for his right ear. It’s futile. Turning his head only results in exposing his other ear which Izuna switches focus to easily, one hand holding the lobe gently (and why does it make him want to shiver) and the other sliding the stone earring into place.
“You’re all mine now, Uchiha Tobirama,” Izuna claps his hands together. He sits up and Tobirama is forced to acknowledge the way that Izuna's calves press against his hips, the way his weight settles so easily across his body. Izuna is lithe and light, for a ninja, even for a Uchiha, but he’s still strong, still knows how to sit like he’s deadweight and heavy.
Tobirama struggles one more time, presses up to buck his hips and nearly gasps as his cock brushes against where Izuna’s is resting, heavy and half-hard in his own pants.
He can’t control his blush, or his groan.
“You can say you don’t want it,” Izuna taunts, moving enough to turn Tobirama over, using leverage on bound arms to press his shoulders to the ground. His knees are forced apart by deft hands and he growls as Izuna reaches for the ties on the sides of his pants.
The red haori is shoved upwards and bundled under his arms, out of the way. Tobirama almost dares Izuna to remove it, would voice it if he thought it would help, but even crazed Izuna isn’t stupid. Undoing the wire would give Tobirama a better chance to fight.
He’s authorized to use lethal force to keep from being bound in this marriage hunt. Could test the limits of his water and ice to aim for decapitating Izuna if he can face him to spit…
Except. His brother would never forgive him. They had achieved peace, Izuna had survived this long.
His fundoshi is cut with a kunai, the blade familiar against his skin. Izuna, familiar in his signature impatience.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Izuna growls.
“Fuck you,” Tobirama growls back, squirming just to make it difficult.
Oh he’s not going to kill Izuna for this, not even going to deny the ancient law of his mother’s people in his participation in this hunt on ancestral grounds.
He might even enjoy it.
But he’s still going to make this as difficult for Izuna as possible. Just because he can.
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“Quit squirming you asshole,” Izuna yells, and flaring chakra his signature brightly in anger and as a beacon, all other Uchiha would know what it means, stay away. The hunt has been completed, all that’s left is to lay claim.
He keeps one hand on Tobirama’s bound arms even as he undresses himself. His Tobirama is wily, uncanny and not to be trusted to stay here, even though he is now wearing Izuna’s earring as a gift, as a spouse. Izuna knows he is honorable, and that he will follow Izuna home, but he chuckled darkly at Tobirama’s attempt to make Izuna earn his right to claim.
But Izuna is an oni who bleeds red and obtains all that he desires.
And oh, he desires.
“I know you have a jutsu for wet, for very lasting wetness,” Izuna coos, “and if you don’t want this to hurt I want you to coat my hand in it, bite and I will make it hurt, make it dry.”
Tobirama’s answering remark is a snap of his teeth and a growl but he spits a thick, viscous liquid into Izuna’s hand like a curse. Water based techniques don’t usually require the use of his hands and Izuna is both grateful and admiring of his strength.
He rubs along his own cock with Tobirama’s gift and wiggles his fingers to make sure they are covered.
“Good boy,” he praises, his fingers finding Tobirama’s entrance and playing with the pink ring of muscle. “Relax for me.”
He waits, fingers teasing and pressing, his other hand reaching around to cup Tobirama’s cock, feeling certain that holding onto his sensitive dick is as effective as holding on to his arms at keeping him from escaping.
Maybe more effective, he thinks to himself and Tobirama’s jaw goes tight as if he can hold in the moan that’s threatening to escape.
One finger is an easy slide, and then when he gives in, two is an easy reward.
Red covers Tobirama’s cheeks, face turned to the side to glare back at Izuna, red stone earring on display.
He belongs to Izuna, and the Uchiha has waited long enough.
His cock is thicker than a pair of fingers but Tobirama’s hole is stretched and gives in, a gasp escaping as Izuna slides all the way in, balls deep in his former enemy.
Tobirama is beautiful like this, bound and caught like a butterfly in a spider’s web.
“Brace yourself,” Izuna smirks, “this is going to be rough.”
“Do your fucking worst,” Tobirama dares, asks for it in Izuna’s opinion.
The sound of Izuna’s thighs rhythmically slamming into Tobirma’s keeps the competition away.
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Tobirama wakes in the morning of the fifth day of the hunt. He’s sore in places he didn’t know could be sore. He’s bruised, bitten, and deeply satisfied. Every ache reminds him of Izuna’s win, of Izuna fucking him, Izuna whispering sweetness and possession and death threats to anybody who dares deny their union into the night.
“Ugh,” Izuna moans beside him, and Tobirama is so glad that after reassuring himself of his claim Izuna had untied his arms before they passed out from exhaustion, and possibly poison in Izuna’s case.
“Back with the living?” Tobirama asks.
Izuna startles, turning to stare and blink, Tobirama meeting his eyes boldly. Easily. It’s not like Izuna can do anything more than he’s already done to him.
“Hello, husband,” Tobirama greets him, his tone bloodthirsty and vicious.
“Hello—Oh fuck,” Izuna says, instead of returning the greeting. His expression flits from surprise to wonder before settling on determined. “I don’t regret it.”
“Not yet,” Tobirama cautions. “You still have to carry me all the way back through the forest to the Hatake shrine if you want this to be legal for them. You may have hunted me with your Uchiha offerings and your Uchiha claim and your Uchiha assertions. But — I was born half Hatake and so you must finish my family rituals if you still wish to claim me as your spouse.”
“All the way to the shrine?” Izuna asks.
“Yes,” Tobirama grins, bearing his teeth and promising to be a complete deadweight the entire way there. “You can do it.”
It should be encouraging, he’s offering a surrender of sorts, won’t even struggle. And as Izuna gathers Tobirama up over his shoulders, swaying at first as Tobirama goes completely limp, he seems to catch on to Tobirama’s offer.
He’s not going to help Izuna, but he’s not going to stop him either.
Izuna starts walking, the sound of distant water and the sight of mountains on the horizon, the most likely direction of the Hatake’s shrine. “Good boy,” Tobirama mocks as he’s being carried.
“You’re a jackass, and heavy as hell,” Izuna grumbles.
“Fuck you too,” Tobirama’s reply is muffled by Izuna’s clothes.
It’s going to be slow going, Izuna’s chakra is still flexing funnily under Izuna’s skin.
“Hold on,” he warns, and Tobirama’s hands have time to find purchase in the back of Izuna’s dirty coat before he begins to run.
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They don’t talk about it much on the way home, but as Izuna’s senses return and his memories sort themselves into some sort of sense, he begins to worry, and his worry brings his feet to a standstill on the large branch of a great tree. Tobirama joins him there.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, unable to just let it lie.
“A little,” Tobirama admits.
“I’m—”
“I don’t want an apology,” Tobirama cuts him off, “just your honesty.”
“You have my word,” Izuna bows his head and tries to convert his sincerity in every way he knows how.
“Did you mean it?” Tobirama asks, pausing and looking away. “What you said, you wanted me to be yours.”
“Yes,” Izuna replies, too fast and unable to keep the possessive edge from his tone. “I want you, all your strength, all your fight. You. I want you.”
“Good,” Tobirama replies starkly. “I could have killed you at any time.”
Izuna growls and begins to snark back—
“No, not usually, but you were unable to control your chakra well and eventually you were very— distracted ,” a blush, but Tobirama doesn’t look away. “I could have, there was an opening. But I didn’t.”
“Oh,” Izuna says. Understanding.
“Yes,” Tobirama smiles wryly, offering his hand for Izuna to hold. “Oh.”
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Hashirama is not impressed with them.
He’s less impressed with the Hagoromo for starting something, but it’s a very near thing.
“I need to find a new heir,” he whines.
“You have Touka,” Tobirama rolls his eyes. “It was never a guarantee I would survive the war, there’s contingencies already written.”
“I wasn’t invited to the wedding festival,” Hashirama continues as if Tobirama had not spoken.
“It was unplanned,” Tobirama shrugs.
“Both of you failed your missions,” he complains.
“But I gained a husband!” Izuna smirks at the same time that Tobirama corrects him that as a Hatake on sacred grounds he was still available as a medic for half of the hunt.
The Hatake were not paying him though, citing their participation in the festival and gifted Hatake ceremonial garments for Tobirama to wear as half payment for half a job done.
“We did improve Uchiha-Senju relations though,” Izuna snickers. “Which I count as a wild success.”
“Relations are very improved, I only imagine killing Izuna instead of acting on it.” Tobirama snarks, just to annoy his brother. Hashirama knows that face.
“I have such a sweet, caring husband,” Izuna grins, teasing and incorrigible. Hashirama might have wished for this, this monkey's paw deal at peace where Tobirama and Izuna are getting along. It’s terrifying.
“I am going to kill you both myself,” Hashirama offers, but he’s smiling, so, so wide. “ After you file both of your disastrous mission reports.”
End