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Can I request MDIZ with drunk Izuna coming home and Madara taking care of him. And Izuna drunkenly telling Madara how he fantasizes about him all the time and Madara is shook to his core cause he secretly thinks the same but never thought the feelings were reciprocated. He doesn’t wanna take advantage while Izuna isn’t sober but Izuna climbs into his lap and sloppy tongue kisses him. And then it can either end there or keep going if you feel inspired to do so 👀😏

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS MADAIZU MADAIZU MADAIZU

Personal HC i have for Izuna: has an extremely high tolerance to alcohol, so it takes a lot of effort to get him drunk🛐👀💫

He awakens to the sound of the front door slamming against the wall, followed by broken glass scattering across the floor. Madara realizes how exhausting his new life is under such situations, where his trained senses go on strike and abandon him for hours, demanding him to rest.

Of course, he drops the kunai he keeps under his pillow once he feels that familiar chakra, and hears his younger brother's voice murmuring down the halls. Catching his breath and trying to focus his sleepy mind, he understands that the new peaceful times are causing him to loosen up, and inwardly slaps himself while getting out of bed.

Madara slides open the door to his room with no immediate glimpse of anything, the night's darkness covering the house in a sepulchral black, except for the small reflection of the light radiating from the refrigerator a few rooms away. As he walks in that direction, he hears another glass explode against the floor followed by an "ooooh" and some small giggles, wandering into the kitchen and watching as Izuna kneels on the floor in an attempt to pick up the jam he scattered all over the place.

He has a loaf of bread in his hand, and intends to pick up the ruined contents of the jar to smear it all over it, while simultaneously not being able to stop silently laughing, as if trying not to draw attention to himself yet oblivious to his arrival, unconcerned by his stare.

Izuna always manages to be a spectacle in every sense of the word, even in situations where you just want to kill him.

Only when Madara comes up to stand behind him does he notice, but instead of being surprised, he looks at him with a huge, drunken grin, glassy eyes, and bright red cheeks. From what the Uchiha leader assumes, he must have more alcohol than blood in his body, as getting Izuna into this shape takes extensive hours of non-stop drinking.

"Hi" He mutters with a chuckle, head thrown back and looking up at him from the ground.

"May I know where you were?" The older Uchiha asks with real concern, catching the full picture of how drunk the other is. He grabs him by the armpits and lifts him off the floor, sitting him on one of the kitchen chairs and holding his face to examine him closely.

"Are you also asking with whom? Don't worry, Aniki, I only love you." Izuna places his hands over his, and the way he caresses his fingers sends a shiver of uncertainty down his back.

"You're too drunk."

"And you're too pretty, wanna keep saying obvious things or shall we change the game?" The smile he displays unnerves him in an odd way, that pointy canine his younger brother always had standing out among all his white teeth, giving him an almost feral look. His loose hair rains down over his shoulder between knots and disasters, tales of a long night in all his appearance.

Madara observes the beauty of the human being in his hands, his handsome Otouto, and scolds himself for giving him such a suggestive look considering the state he is in. He lets go of his face the moment he feels the blood rush to his own cheeks, and prefers to occupy his mind with fetching the broom and sweeping up the mess on the floor.

He doesn't bother to turn on the light, preferring to shelter in the dark and not expose his accusing reaction. While rummaging through the cleaning cupboard, he hears an "Anikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....... Pay attention to me! Fuck the floor!" right as Izuna hugs him from behind and squeezes his chest with both hands, burying his face in his back.

He stands frozen in place, not oblivious at all to his younger brother's open displays of love, but taken by surprise by the way his fingertips caress his bare skin, sliding down his abs to reach the edge of his pants. "Izuna… what… what are you doing…?"

"Aniki... you have no idea..."

"Of what…?" he asks half choked, still holding back in the dark and not knowing what to do. He could move out of fear, take those labored hands off him, and ignore what's going on, but another part is dying to hear what his drunken brother has to say, fantasizing about getting the very thing he longs for.

"Of how much I want you every fucking night..." His fingers slip through the waistband of his pants, brushing the skin of his pelvis and traveling in search of the target between his legs. His consciousness works again as he feels Izuna brush against his pubis, escaping his hands and forgetting the task of sweeping the floor.

This is all he wants, all he ever wanted to hear, but it happens in a context that doesn't allow him to decide whether it's true or not. He loves his brother with an obsessive passion, but he knows this one is very good at lying, and has no idea if this is one of his dirty jokes or if he is genuinely telling the truth.

Hearing him confess what he himself has been wanting to shout into the wind for years is an invigorating relief, loosening his legs and giving him the urge to sit in the chair once occupied by his younger brother. He rubs his face with his hands as he speaks, "You're out of it… please just shut up." and snorts loudly, forcing himself not to let the illusion grow in his chest.

All willpower disappears when his lap is taken hostage by Izuna, who mounts on his legs facing him, grabbing his wrists and uncovering his face. "Do you know how hard it is to imagine you fucking me silly and not doing anything about it? You have no idea, don't you?"

The darkness of the night and the lack of lights help him by providing concealment, but he feels his younger brother's eyes devouring and chewing on him, unable to escape or lie in front of those black orbs. He is the only person who manages to make him feel naked with his gaze, and hell if he feels exposed at this very moment.

Of course, the erection between his legs doesn't manage to go unnoticed either, even less so when Izuna sticks his chest to his and climbs on top of it, sitting directly on his cock. "Tell me you don't feel the same, come on, lie to my face Aniki." That intoxicated smile is still in the same place, and even if he can't detonate the completeness of his countenance, he knows his words carry complete confidence and assurance.

Izuna knows, and always knew.

Drowning in a haze of surprise, embarrassment, and excitement, he doesn't have time to process everything that happens when the younger Uchiha's lips land on his, a chaste and small kiss at first to test the waters that soon turns into something obscene when Madara sends all his guilt to hell.

He holds his younger brother's hips between both hands, forcing him to press down and rub his cock through the layers of clothing, producing friction that only serves to tempt him further. Their tongues entwine in a dance of need and love on an incomprehensible level, while Izuna curls his hands in his hair and pulls, causing sensations he knows Madara will enjoy.

It all happens too fast, a minute without hesitation as the two grind against each other and can't tear their lips apart, fire-filled moans traveling from one mouth to the other. With circular movements, their tongues touch each other and leave no room for any words, preferring to be incapable of speaking in such a moment, simply enjoying what destiny gives.

However, Madara comes back to reality when he feels Izuna's hand between his legs, having passed the barrier of his pants and transgressing his underwear, determined to hold him between his fingers, to touch him. The taste of alcohol in his mouth becomes all too apparent, a detail he had chosen to ignore earlier, and he finds himself unable to continue in this context.

He jolts up at the contact, holding his younger brother by the forearms and leaving him standing on his feet, muttering a quick "sorry" as he disappears into the darkness of the hallway and locks himself in his room.

Shaking and confused as he climbs into bed, unable to believe what just happened, a part of him hopes Izuna won't allow him space and follows him, infiltrates his room just to finish what they started, while the other is thankful to have escaped in time.

Fuck.

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