DJ, blow my speakers up.

[forefather]

Who: Madara, Yosuke, and OPEN to anybody.
When: Shortly after this and going all night.
Where: Rec room.
Summary: PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Rating: All raves are at least PG-13.
Warnings: Obnoxious.
Notes: Comment-spam! Mingle! Thread hop!

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[foundingfire]

[Hashirama had taken some time to prepare himself for this party solely because he had nothing appropriate to wear. Of course, there were some clothing lining his closet but none of them were his style. Short-shorts and crotch squeezing pants were not his thing. Eventually, the closet seemed to have made his pick on the outfit of choice and wasn't letting him pick anything else. He was stuck but he couldn't stay here. Madara had invited him and if he didn't arrive...

He doubted it would change anything but still, a Senju kept his word. After throwing on what appeared to be a black and white fur coat to hide the hideous outfit underneath (LOOOOOL) with no intentions of removing it, he made his way to the rave.

The music was incredibly moving, the lighting was just right and... Madara could be easily distinguished with those pants. He stood by the door for several moments. It was only proper manners to say hello to the owner of the dance after all.]

[forefather]

[Madara could feel Hashirama's approach well before the man arrived, thanks to the jutsu that now connected their minds amplifying his natural talent for sensing chakra. And so he was already dancing his way closer to the doorway when Hashirama stepped through it.

With a flashy spin, he teleported the rest of the way and then threw-- yes, threw-- his arms around Hashirama for an enthusiastic embrace. Only the warmest welcome for his captor!]

You came!

[foundingfire]

[The Senju was more than used to that teleportation ability Madara was famous for but it never seized to catch him off guard. A hand reached up to touch almost shyly at the Uchiha's shoulder but the other remained over his chest. Just in case. You know, to be prepared. It would probably be a rude gesture but the two weren't exactly in good terms as Hashirama would have liked. He had every right to be cautious and Madara wouldn't take that away from him.]

A Senju keeps his word.

[And there he went trying to make it seem to intrapersonal when it really wasn't. He wanted to come because Madara had actually wanted him there. He wouldn't admit it but he had no choice but leave this as strict business.]

What set of interesting rhythm's this music has.

[forefather]

The future's really interesting, Hashi, but the music's probably the best part.

[And he grabbed that hand on his shoulder and yanked, tugging Hashirama further into the room and onto the main dancefloor.]

You know you're going to have to dance with me, right? I hope you haven't gotten timid in our time apart.

[foundingfire]

N-Now, I thought that was merely a joke!

[Great. He was truly helpless once more as he was pushed onto the dance floor. He eyed the people around him feeling a slight heat across his cheeks. He wasn't concerned about the rest, he was more concerned about what Madara wanted to do. He had danced with the Uchiha before and...

...Well. Let's just say, they tended to have too much fun with this. A bit too much. What would his granddaughter think? If anyone knew how to party, it was these two old gramps.]

I hope you won't break your hip. Eighty years, hopefully you have yet to grow rusty.

[forefather]

[Hands in the air!]

Don't underestimate me, Hashi! That's eighty years of practice I've got over you! You'll be dazzled by my sexy moves..!

[No kidding. For emphasis, he rocked his head back and thrust his hips, body moving like it's made of elastic. And of course, without a shirt on, he was really showing off those killer abs. Enjoy the show, Hashi?]

Can you keep up, hmm?

[foundingfire]

[The Senju crossed his arms in front of his chest as he watched, a smirk crossing upon his lips. This was a new move. Hashirama was aware that Madara could roll his hips but that only tended to happen when Hashirama would-]

At least stay to the beat. You truly have no shame.

[And secretly, neither did he in the end. After all, you were talking about the two most powerful men of their time! They knew how to roll. He reached a hand out to touch him.]

I am curious of how good your memory can truly be.

[forefather]

[And that hand was promptly slapped away. If Hashirama wanted to touch, he would have to earn it. This, of course, accompanied by a mischievous little grin.]

Good enough to remember you can't compete with me.

[And hey, hey, he was staying to the beat! He's actually heard modern music before. That gives him quite the advantage when it comes to jerking and bending to these unnatural sounds.]

[foundingfire]

[His slapped hand returned to his side but he wasn't put down on the conquest. Silly Madara, he wouldn't touch then. He knew that would sting.]

I beg to differ. I was always the better dancer of the two. An hour of hearing this music and I will prove it so.

[He was moving slightly to the beat. Literally, this was NOTHING like their music back home!]

[forefather]

[That it had reached at all was good enough for Madara. His ever-active Sharingan could see the way Hashirama was watching him, even if the man was trying to hide it. Cute, good, exactly as planned. Yes, he would give Hashi something to watch.]

A whole hour? Now you've just gone and proved my point.

[The song changed to this. And Madara's moves changed accordingly. Exaggeratedly. Part of him was just being silly, but the rest? Pure sex, with his long hair flying wildly and gleaming sweat rolling down his chest. Every bit the man he was in his youth. And even if Hashi was the better dancer, Madara was the crazy one everyone always watched.]

[foundingfire]

[Madara always was always the center of attention. Everything about him made him stand out. He was always the one to speak out, to lash out, and he never showed signs is disliking it. Hashirama watched as nostalgia hit him. He shook his head and took a few steps forward as he shook his head, the fur coat growing very hot.]

Are you going to dance with yourself or are you going to dance with me?

[forefather]

[Madara cocked his head, giving Hashirama a pure smartass sort of grin.]

I'm dancing. If you want to join me, you'll have to do more than bob your head and waddle around in that stupid coat.

[And he retreated a few steps with hips swaying, one hand beckoning Hashirama to follow-- no, chase-- him.]

[foundingfire]

[Hashirama, chasing the Uchiha. Hasn't he been doing that ever since he arrived? It was tiring, he was really not the type to chase but when it came to something like this, did he have a choice? With a small shift of his furs, he leaped forward, following the dancing warlord and grabbed him from his waist to pull him back against him.

He leaned in forward to whisper into that ear. Who was the creepy one now, Madara?]

Would it hurt you to lead for once in your life? Do it again, move your hips.

[forefather]

[Sneaking up on Madara? Ha. Madara allowed himself to be caught, falling back against Hashirama with a laugh. He tipped his head back to rest it on Hashirama's shoulder.]

Is that what you want?

[Oh, but he was listening. Moving his hips, sliding his body against Hashirama and so very aware of their traumatized audience across the room. How little Tsunade knew about her grandfather. They were both men from more passionate times! Times that were so fresh in Hashirama's memory.]

I still think about that Obon... You and I sneaking into that camp...

[foundingfire]

[Clearly, the times had changed in the years following his death. It was considered an honor to embrace those one esteemed as equal. The code of the shinobi had changed, it seemed. Regardless, Hashirama had no question for it. Even if Tobirama himself were here, there could be no objection. It's not like they were doing anything wrong. It was just dancing.

...dancing how these two tended to dance. The horror!

At Madara's comment, the Senju laughed while he slowly began to dance in return. He wasn't moving too much. He was still getting used to the change in rhythm.]

Oh, the memories! How can I forget! The way you seemed to captivate the enemy with those hips. I am afraid to say that had that outburst of protest never been uttered, we would have never been pointed out.

No one celebrates like we do. It is quite a shame.

[forefather]

[Madara snorted and broke his rhythm for a moment, clutching his gut and cracking up loudly.]

Th-They'd never seen a maiden as beautiful as I!

[He inhaled sharply and forced himself back into the dance, looking at Hashirama over his shoulder.]

Children these days don't have a reason to celebrate like we did. Every day of survival was a gift, wasn't it? They take it for granted.

[Not that he intended the talk to get too serious. Madara spun around to face Hashirama, throwing his hands in the air to strike a very silly pose.]

Come on, move faster! You can do it, old man!