[fanfiction] The Intruder

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That's me, writing fanfictions D:
Nothing special, I just wanted to play with this pairing and I wondered about a plot-device to make it sound plausible.
Thanks to kakashizgirl who took care of the Engrish by her beta skills ♥

Please, review and offer some concrit, I'm curious about your opinions on this pairing :3 DON'T HATE ME Dx

Title: The Intruder
Pairing: Madara/Fugaku
Rating: R
Warning: YAOI.
Summary: A pastfic about Madara and Fugaku's first meeting. --A poor excuse to write some Fugaku yaoi :/

“--Who are you?” Fugaku asked, taking a defensive stance.

“Oh.. Uh?” the mysterious man in dark clothes asked, looking now at the boy’s face, now at the sharp kunai in his hand. “Don’t tell me that’s… a ninja village? Cool!” he finally realized, propping his hands on his hips and looking around enthusiastically.

It had been a while since some villagers talked about a mysterious person walking through Konoha’s borders; the children were a little scared about him, so most of them reported the facts to the police hoping for some kind of solution.

Fugaku, as a young officer in training, was assigned the duty to find the mysterious someone, make sure that he wasn’t an enemy spying on their doings, and if possible, get rid of him. The intruder on the other hand, was quite the character, wearing a weird mask, his body wrapped in black, a short dark yukata relishing his figure as raven thick hair brushed against his shoulder and back. He was not surprised the children were so scared of him. Despite the weird appearance, he didn’t look dangerous, nor was he bearing any weapon.

“I won’t repeat it a third time,” Fugaku kept on. “What’s your name? Where are you from?”

“Well, I justify your wariness, if that’s really a ninja village,” the unnamed fellow replied. “My name is Tobi and I’m not a ninja, nor do I belong to any particular village,” he admitted. “I’m just a wanderer and I didn’t know I was entering an off-limits area… I came here just to fish, trying to get something to eat for lunch,” he explained, pointing at the waterfall behind them.

Fugaku narrowed his eyes, “You can’t be a commoner if you managed to avoid Konoha’s security sys--”

“--Ahh! So, this is Konoha,” he nodded. “Well, I guess, since this is the Fire Country. One village per country, ne?” the other asked, smiling behind his inexpressive mask.

Fugaku nipped at his tongue, bothered that he leaked such information. “Now that you know, please go. You’re not allowed to stay here.”

“Please, please… stay cool,” Tobi waved a hand at him. “It’s not that I’m a threat or anything. I just want to fish a little, then I’ll disappear and you’ll never see me again,” he tried to sound accommodating. “After all, there’s nothing but trees around here. This seems to be the only river available! If you want, you can check on me until I’m done. What do you think--?” he begged.

“You are not allowed to stay here,” was Fugaku’s firm reply.

“Geez, such a square, Ninja-san!” Tobi protested. “Are you going to make a poor fellow starve? That’s what you get paid for--?”

Fugaku jumped at the insinuation, stopping the kunai inches from the other’s mask, “I’m not getting paid for this.”

“What?” Tobi giggled, unimpressed. “You work, yet you’re not paid? That’s some kind of exploitation, yanno--”

“Tsk,” Fugaku retreated the kunai, realizing what kind of a moron he was dealing with, “You people from the outside world don’t know a thing,” he opened his eyes, his Sharingan spinning threateningly. “Now get out from here or you’ll be the one being eaten by fishes.”

Tobi looked at the doujutsu in awe making him pause for a few seconds before grinning behind the mask. “Oh. Uchiha.”

“Did you hear me? It’s not my intention to harm an unarmed foreigner, but I won’t have any choice if you keep with this attitude…”

“That’s interesting. Very interesting,” Tobi purred breathily, stepping forward towards the boy.

Suddenly, Fugaku found himself petrified with terror-- a strange fear he had never felt before. He frowned as he realized that his legs were shaking unwillingly, stepping backwards. When he realized that he was falling on the ground like a dead thing, his eyes were already shut down under the spell of a skillful genjutsu.

* *

Fugaku awoke with a soft groan, his eyes still heavy and his body strangely weak, as some curious tickling on his neck forced him out of his soporiferous torpor. “Ah…” he whimpered as he saw the man from before hovering over his naked body, his wet tongue darting against his exposed neck.

Fugaku, strong of his regained consciousness, jerked away from the weird embrace, looking around and trying to figure where he actually was.

“Oooh… My little boy just woke up,” Tobi giggled softly as he leaned back to let Fugaku process any information.

“Just… Where… What the…?!” the boy stuttered out, his Sharingan glaring at the man, now deprived of his mask.

The other was just sitting there on the bed, nonchalantly despite the shameless nakedness, looking at him with an endearing expression; it was difficult to state his age, definitely in his early thirties, but Fugaku got a familiar taste in those fiery yet relaxed features.

A sudden stinging in his lower parts and some sticky substance dripping out of his ass alarmed him, as he grabbed some sheets to cover himself. “… What did you do to me-- you fucker?!” he shouted, enraged with fear.

“Don’t scream like that, or we’ll be kicked out of the inn,” Tobi explained quietly, resting a finger against his lips.

“I don’t fucking care! What the fuck does it mean?!” he tried to jump away, but got surprised by how shaky his legs were, thus making him tumble against the pillow, “… You drugged me?!”

“Yeah,” Tobi chuckled darkly as he leaned closer, wiping the dark bangs away from Fugaku’s eyes to reveal his Sharingan. “I drugged you with my cock of your ass. It’s not my style fucking such cute boys while sleeping, but you look like a bothering one. I’m sure you wouldn’t have spread your legs willingly.”

Fugaku was so shocked he couldn’t even formulate a thought. Some random psycho knocked him unconscious, dragged him into an inn, and fucked him while he was still asleep. He started to feel tears burning into his eyes, his pride shattered. Wasn’t he a trained jounin… One of the best in all of Konoha? How could he bear such treatment… Such humiliation… His vigorous body being treated like a woman’s?

“No,no-- don’t cry now. This doesn’t suit an Uchiha,” Tobi wiped his tears away with a gloved finger in an almost mocking tone.

“What do you want from me?” was Fugaku’s straight question.

“It’s easy. I came to a liking of you. I wanted to share a little secret, as long as you’ll behave.”

“What? Why me?”

“Because you’re strong enough… And proud enough.”

Fugaku shivered as Tobi’s fingertips brushed against his tensed abs, a weird chakra oozing out of them to tickle his senses.

“Screw you! If you want to kill me, do it already!” Fugaku protested, trying to crawl away.

Tobi chuckled, amused by the boy’s resistance. “It’s not my intentions to kill you… Just sharing some nostalgic stories with a fellow clansman,” he explained, his dark eyes turning into the red of blood to Fugaku’s shock.

“An Uchiha? Who?”

“The Uchiha,” Tobi grinned and showed off an unknown, yet famous version of his Sharingan, confirming Fugakus pointless brainstorming.

“The Mangekyou Sharingan?!” Fugaku exclaimed, still shocked by the sudden revelation “But… only one person even reached that doujutsu and…"

"...That’s me.” Tobi smiled, crossing his arms against his taut chest. “So, are you going to be a good boy, now?”

“It’s impossible… you…” Fugaku stuttered before shaking his head to clear his mind from weird assumptions. “You’re a traitor. There’s no way I…”

“…Mmmh, yeah. So dutiful and devoted to your morals. That’ my favorite kind,” Tobi licked his lips wolfishly as he reached the body of the boy, settling over him to claim his lips in a breathless kiss as his skilled hands stroked the youthful flesh quivering under him.

He broke the kiss, playing with the boy’s nipples, amused by how quickly they reacted, getting harder in his fingers. “Tell me, Ninja-san… Do you treasure your clan? The fiery clan that ruled over the chaotic times with his invincible Sharingan, feared and respected by many?”

Fugaku moaned, trying to keep his mind focused on his abuser’s words to come with proper answers. “I-- I do… but what… nhh…!”

Tobi rocked his hips against Fugaku’s groin, the two men getting harder as their lengths rubbed against each other in a deliciously sinful way. “Yet you’re okay with being Senju’s dogs, being ordered around by your natural enemies…? Have you ever wondered why Uchihas never reached any important political role over the years, and the police force you take so much pride in… Has it been requested by Uchihas in the first place?” Tobi went on, as he took his time to play his teeth around Fugaku’s hard nipples, just to get more cute noises out of that manly mouth that knew no mischief.

“Nh… Ah… What’s this about?” this time Fugaku kissed back when the other man decided to claim the boy’s lips for another heated kiss.

“Isn’t it obvious…?” he purred as they broke their kisses and Tobi leaned back to sit on his knees offering to Fugaku the view of himself, stroking his hard cock wantonly, the impressive length of the man getting shinier with pre-cum and darker as blood pumped vigorously in, “… Konoha is the lie behind which the ruin of Uchiha is awaiting,” he looked down at the boy lustfully as he continued to masturbate frantically, “In a few years, you’ll be nothing but another anonymous clan at Senju’s mercy; you ‘re already living in a ghetto, you’re out of the sphere of political influence, being busy to keep the order that Senju decided itself for your village…”

“That’s your point of view,” Fugaku licked his lips at how tempting Tobi’s erection looked now… How attractive he indeed was, and how nice it would be to pound that round ass of his. “…To me you’re just sounding sore because the First Hokage managed to kick your ass quite nicely.”

Fugaku was resting on his back, his legs slightly parted to allow his lover to take a good look at the nice cock, standing to attention right there. His cheeks were slightly blushed with curiosity, and the way his hips bucked slightly upwards to meet the pace of Tobi’s fisting around his cock was highly suggestive.

Tobi chuckled. “Nice point of view, coming from someone who’s going to get his ass fucked for the third time,” he purred darkly, leaning down to adjust between Fugaku’s legs, resting them on his shoulders.

“I guess this counts as the first time,” Fugaku pointed out, sounding way too accommodating right now, so someone who had never had sex with another man.

Tobi replied with a grin and started to push in, amused by Fugaku’s little panicking expression.

“Hey… no preparation?”

“Don’t worry. You’re still stretched from the last time we did it,” Tobi reassured him mockingly, “… which was around six minutes ago,” he stated before pushing his whole length in, which slid deeper quite easily into Fugaku’s nicely abused ass.

Fugaku let out a groan at the filling sensation as Tobi chuckled, starting to pump his cock into the boy’s welcoming warmth. “See? Feels good, no…?”

“Y-yeah… it’s nice,” Fugaku admitted as he started to push back against Tobi’s throbbing length arching his back and offering himself as someone who was really enjoying the new experience.

“All in all, there’s a little slut moaning in every man,” Tobi purred as the fucking started to get more intense and shameless, the whole bed grinding against the floor. “And the best sluts definitely those hiding in my clan.”

He propped up on his elbows, leaning in to take Fugaku’s nipple in his mouth, making sure to keep that delicious grinding of Fugaku’s cock against his sculpted abs on and on, coaxing even more delicious noises and dirty moans from his lover’s trembling lips.