I was still in a state of calm happiness the day after. It was my first day off parliament after a full week, and I really needed it. I went for a half marathon run in the forest and then stretched before breakfast, made myself toast and omelette and muffins that I ate with orange juice, then proceeded to do some work for Samsung on my laptop. In the evening, I went for a walk to order dinner and then sat in front of the TV, watching a film and eating. I took my smartphone out and checked Facebook as part of my evening routine, and to my surprise saw a message from an anonymous account.

Unknown: Hi.

I immediately knew who it was.

Me: Hi.

Unknown: Good day?

Me: Good day. You? 

Unknown: Good day.

I really didn't want the conversation to end there.

Me: What did you do?

Unknown: Breakfast. Gym. Coffee with a party member. Takeaway lunch. Video games. Now I'm cooking. I want to go for a walk.

Me: Why am I jealous?

Unknown: Of my good day?

Me: No. Of the person you had coffee with.

Unknown: You should be jealous.

I smiled.

Unknown: See you tomorrow in parliament.

Me: See you.

Me: And Madara.

Unknown: Yes?

Me: Thank you.

Unknown: You're so very welcome.

He seemed to know I was talking about last night. I bit my lip. Should I..? 

Me: Can I have a picture?

He sent me an insane one, in black and white, taken in a mirror. You could see the left side of his upper body in the mirror and the lower half of his face. He was holding up his t-shirt with his teeth, showing off his abs, his trousers hanging so low on his hips I could see his V-line. His hair was flowing down his shoulders like a waterfall of oil. Shit. 

Me: Good boy.

Unknown: No. You're MY good boy now.

Me: Daddy.

He didn't answer. That was such a dominant move it made me yearn for him, which I suspected was exactly the effect he wanted.

I turned off the film I was watching, figuring I wouldn't be able to focus anyway. And as it switched to the television, I was caught up in the news. It was about yesterday's debate in parliament, my party against Madara's again but other party members. The debates were getting heated as the election drew closer.

Then, the camera angle changed.

I leaned forwards.

No...

They had filmed me and Madara. I was leaning against the desk, and Madara was leaning in close, talking to me. On no planet in the universe did we look like two political enemies.

We looked like two people who liked each other a lot.

Shit.

I grabbed my phone, but he'd already written.

Unknown: Do you see?

Me: Yes.

Me: This is bad.

Unknown: Very. We weren't careful.

Me: I'm sorry if I get you in any trouble.

Unknown: I'm more worried about you.

I was, too. 

You would think media had better things to talk about but they really hadn't.

The day after, it was in the newspapers. The morning news were talking about it, even having invited experts to analyse what me and Uchiha were on about.

"You can see by the way Senju leans forwards right there, and Uchiha doesn't move that there's a power dynamic that is amicable. Had it not been, Uchiha would've leaned back.

Fuck me...

It was all over social media too, teenage girls making reaction videos screeching. Apparently, people where writing fanfictions about us, Madara messaged me. I didn't know what a fanfiction was, so he sent me a screenshot.

Uchiha Madara is a fourth year Gryffindor student. He has always been a model student. But when he meets seventh year Slytherin Hashirama Senju, will he be able to resist his good looks, or will he fall into the claws of the worst Hogwarts house ever? #gay #smut #boyxboy 

What in the Goddamn fuck?

Chapter one. 

Hashirama Senju woke up in the dormitory. He had an erection. He grabbed his dick and masturbated. Then, he went to breakfast in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Severus Snape was there. Severus Snape was hot. Then, Hashirama's eyes caught a beautiful boy with long, black hair. He grabbed his hand and pulled him to the boys' lavatory and put his P in his V. Well, Madara didn't have a V but you know what I mean. "Mmm yes Madara you slut." "Yes fuck me Hashirama make me pregnant that feels so good you're so big-

I had to stop. It was unbearable.

Me: What the fuck?

Unknown: It's hilarious, isn't it.

Me: Don't tell me they're serious? Did you actually read the whole thing?

Unknown: It was only twenty-eight chapters. I want us to try some of the sex positions.

I spat out my water.

At parliament, me and Madara made a deal of staying away from each other. At least in the beginning. Halfway through, Madara came forth.

"We really shouldn't-" I began.

"But we should", he interrupted. "If we avoid each other excessively, they will talk even more."

He had a point.

But the absolute worst part was meeting my party members after parliament. 

I was meeting them in a hotel bar for drinks. As soon as I came in, I felt the tension. They didn't even look at me. I had expected nothing less, but it was still nerve-wrecking. They kept quiet as I sat down in the couch, their conversation having died down. I didn't look at them, just crossed my ankle over my knee casually.

"And why the fuck..." It was Hank. "We're you seen at the fucking bazaar with two coloured people?"

This, however, I had not expected. I had expected them to ask me about me and Madara's behaviour. I had not expected them to have sighted me in the bazaar. I kept a stoneface, but inside, I was burning with anxiety.

"Not only do people believe you're a fucking faggot for Madara Uchiha, but now they also believe you're an immigrant-lover." Immigrant-lover? What the fuck? "Do you have any idea how many e-mails I've received by our voters who've seen you flirting with him on TV, who saw you push an immigrant cripple around?" That anxious burn was turning my blood into a boiling rage. How dare he speak like that about an old lady? "Just tell me, Senju." Hand looked away, twirled his red wine in his glass. "Is there, or is there not,  a relationship between you and Madara Uchiha?"

That's none of your fucking business, I thought.

"Of course not", I said.

He was quiet for some time before he spoke, making him seem incredibly threatening. 

"I choose to believe you. You have one shot, Senju. One shot." He took a sip of his thousand dollar wine. "Come up with something and implement it." I couldn't even begin to describe how humiliated I felt. "And don't worry. You're safe." I cast him a glance. I knew he wasn't talking about my place in parliament but about my physical safety. "That yellow filth, however..." I clenched my fist. "Would be terrible if something happened to him, wouldn't it? But if you fail to prove to us whose side you're on. And if you're event sighted with him again... Now, wine?"

I looked at his glass. The mere thought of the taste made me want to throw up. I thought of Madara, how he didn't drink.

"No, thank you", I said and stood up to leave.