Having once been the lover of the ever nymphomaniacal Izuna Uchiha – Madara wasn't someone who was easily startled by the sensation of being woken in a sexual way. In fact, what woke him was when he felt like he could hear some sort of moist lapping, and as he came into a more aware state of mind – he realized this was because his nephew was sucking on his ear. He smirked lightly to himself, and reached to pull Sasuke on top of him.
"Now, now, Mr. Uchiha – it's rude to start without me."
Sasuke beamed down at him. "We're really gonna do it?" He asked excitedly, sounding much like a child who'd been in a long line for a huge roller-coaster and had just made it to the front.
Madara smiled back, finding the excitement adorable and endearing. "Well, you're eighteen aren't you?" He looked over at the clock, and chuckled "Or is there some other reason that you've woken me at the stroke of midnight? Trying to see if I'll turn into a pumpkin, perhaps?"
Sasuke painted on a beautiful pout, and batted his eyelashes at his Uncle in a way that Madara would describe as playfully flirtatious. "Take your shirt off, please?" Sasuke asked, still wearing that delicious little pout – making it look as if he were begging more than making a simple request.
Madara made no move to remove his shirt, at first. He instead reached his hands upwards and pulled Sasuke's face down to his, sucking the bottom half of that enticing pout into his mouth as he kissed the boy. Madara supposed that maybe Sasuke should be called a man now, but he'd always think of him as a boy, a child, an infant even – because that's what their relationship was at it's core. It was him, older, wiser, and broken, and little Sasuke, forever his savior and his son. It didn't matter though. Love was love, and this was definitely even more than that.
Sasuke delighted in the kiss, and let himself fall into it for a moment before pulling away, and looking pointedly down at the cotton cloth that was still covering Madara's chest. The elder Uchiha chuckled at the child's insistence, but obediently removed the shirt, outright laughing at the look on Sasuke's face when it was revealed that he did, in fact, also have on an undershirt beneath it.
"Do you always wear all these clothes to bed?" Sasuke hissed out in exasperation, tugging at the undershirt and lifting it over Madara's head himself.
"Of course not, but I figured that if you were going to wake me in the middle of the night and demand indecent things, I should try to at least make it a bit of a challenge. Had you been so kind as to wait until the sun was up, I'd have been laying here naked by the time you got done with your morning shower."
Sasuke whimpered at the thought, now tugging at Madara's pajama bottoms. "I guess you've thought this out a lot, huh?" he asked as he pulled the offensive fabric down and found that Madara had on long-johns under the pajama pants, and probably boxers under the long-johns. He scowled up at the man, but cleared his face of all unpleasant emotion when he saw the genuine love (and amusement) that was shining through to him in those eyes.
"Of course I've thought it out. What else could you possibly have thought I'd be thinking lately? I've been taking four showers a day for the past week." Madara said softly, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling as he felt Sasuke pulling off the long-johns, and then a gasp as the teen pulled off his boxers shortly afterwords.
Sasuke groaned at just the sight of that cock. He'd seen it before of course, sharing a room with someone kind of demanded that, but he'd never seen it hard. He'd never seen it so full, so thick, so red and angry and leaking, and fuck he was a breath away from orgasm just at the sight of it. He ran a nervously shaking hand over it, and whimpered desirably as it pulsed and twitched against his finger tips.
"Can I-"
"Yes," Madara answered before Sasuke finished the question. He raised an inquiring brow to the man, and Madara smiled. "You can do whatever you want to me, Sasuke."
Pleased with that answer, Sasuke leveled his face with his uncles cock and rubbed his cheek against it gently, then kissed the head, backing away for a moment and watching, entranced, as a string of pre-cum stretched between Madara's cock and his own bottom lip.
He licked his lips, capturing the salty fluid, and enjoying the taste - he dipped back down to lick some up directly from the source. He could feel Madara tensing slightly, and delighted in the knowledge that he was making the man feel good.
Madara looked down at his nephew, almost chuckling at the concentrated expression on the teen's face. He groaned as Sasuke took him into his mouth, getting overconfident and trying to take all of him at once. The boy gagged, but Madara was glad for it, gasping in pleasure as he felt the sudden tightening in his throat and the rush of saliva rushing into his mouth, making it even hotter and wetter than it already was.
Sasuke tried again, this time just swallowing around the tip and slowly letting the rest of Madara's impressive length ease down his throat at his own comfortable pace. He swallowed repeatedly, but got the hang of it with ease, and in just a few moments he was bobbing up and down like a well-oiled machine, deep throating his uncle with such a swift and simple motion that one would think he'd been doing it his whole life. And god, he wished he had been. Madara's cock tasted of spit, and salt, and skin. It was manly, but clean, and so addictive that were Sasuke's own privates not painfully hard, he would never have stopped.
He did stop though, when he felt Madara softly pulling his head away. He was grabbed by the shoulders and pulled upwards so that he was facing the man, and then they were kissing, but it was not at all in a way that they'd ever kissed before.
Madara was aggressive in his affections, letting his tingue dive uninvited but much-appreciated into Sasuke's mouth. Their teeth clashed together, and Sasuke whimpered, clutching Madara's bare arms for support as he moaned into the kiss, biting down playfully at his uncle's lip and grinding his still-clothed arousal against Madara's leg, moaning at the new found feeling of pleasuring himself with the assistance of another person.
Effortlessly, Madara flipped them over and attacked Sasuke's neck, biting down carefully on the delicate flesh.
"Harder," Sasuke panted out, and Madara complied. He bit down harder, at a different spot, and felt his dick twitch as Sasuke let out a long shaky breath.
"Harder... Make it hurt... Make me bleed..."
Madara grimaced at the request, and was about to question it when Sasuke answered without being asked.
"You've never let anyone hurt me before... I want to feel it... Do it, please?"
Hesitantly, Madara did as he was asked. He bit down again, against the base of Sasuke's neck, and step by step increased the ferocity of the bite. He knew the moment it started to hurt,because Sasuke yelped out in distress, but at that same moment, the boy's fingers were laced through his hair, pressing him down harder against the wound, and he bit down with even more force, feeling the coppery taste of Sasuke's blood against his tongue. He also felt Sasuke's cock, as it pressed against his lower stomach, bucking with increasing speed, grinding at his abdomen. He could feel the dampness of Sasuke's moistened boxer briefs, from the excessive amounts of pre-ejaculatory fluid leaking onto them.
Madara bit down harder, and the body under his was writhing steadily now. Sasuke moaned and thrusted once, then twice against his uncle's body before exploding in passion, screaming out his pleasure as he came harder than he ever had before.
Madara watched him with avid interest, thinking for a moment that perhaps Sasuke's face during orgasm was the most beautiful thing in the world. He kissed him softly, and tried not to look at the droplets of blood on the child's neck, and not to think of the fact that Sasuke had most definitely revealed himself to be excruciatingly masochistic.
The neck he could avoid, but the masochism stuck in his mind and he sighed against the small body below him.
"Before we go any farther, promise me something..."
"Okay," Sasuke said, breathlessly.
Madara wanted to laugh at the boy's post-orgasmic blissful acceptance, but he didn't. "I'm going to hurt you again, love. Because I see that it's what you want," Sasuke moaned, and Madara could feel his prick filling against his stomach again. "But you need to promise that you'll tell me when to stop, and you'll never let anyone else hurt you."
Sasuke nodded almost frantically, and pulled Madara closer to him, kissing his lips hard, and slipping his tongue between his lips, running it against the roof of his mouth. "Are you gonna fuck me now, Uncle Mada?"
The question was sinfully sweet to Madara's ears. "Not just yet, Baby."
He scooted away and pulled down Sasuke's boxers, half-lazily stroking his nephew to full hardness, before grasping the child's hips and flipping him over.
This time with no hesitation, Madara bit violently down on the back of Sasuke's neck. Sasuke moaned and arched up into Madara's mouth, mewling at the loss when Madara removed his lips, then choking out another moan when Madara's teeth bit down against his spine between his shoulders, drawing blood. Again, Madara lifted away, and again he bit down elsewhere, this time much lower and much harder.
Sasuke shook slightly, pressing his cock down onto the sheets of the bed. Madara bit lower, again, lower still, harder each time, decorating Sasuke's once perfect skin with so many marks that he looked injured and abused.
Alas, he bit down at the very top of the crack of Sasuke's ass, discovering what was apparantly a very erogenous spot for the child. He traced his tongue down that delicious salty crevice, until he was lapping at Sasuke's entrance, pushing his tongue against the wrinkled skin, and purring when Sasuke keened at the feeling.
Madara shoved the boy over onto his back, hearing him moan as his body weight rested on his now sensitive wounds. Madara pushed Sasuke's legs open, and kissed his lips as he inserted a finger into his ass.
Sasuke wiggled his bum against the intrusion, and Madara was made aware of the fact that Sasuke definitely fingered himself. No matter, his fingers were bigger anyway, and as he inserted a second, Sasuke clenched up slightly, letting out a low whimper.
Scissoring quickly, Madara entered a third, and Sasuke shrieked, but pushed down hard against them anyway. He screamed like that every single time Madara moved his hand, and although there was nearly no lubrication, and he was clearly causing his little lover great agony, he decided that he quite enjoyed Sasuke's screaming.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Honey." Madara said kindly,
"There." Sasuke pointed to the carpet in front of their bed.
"On the floor?" Madara asked, already standing up.
"Bed's kind of boring, isn't it?" Sasuke grinned at him and rolled down letting himself fall to the floor. He spread his legs and looked beckoningly up at his uncle.
Madara got down on the floor and positioned himself on top of Sasuke, aligning his cock with Sasuke's hole and pushing in hard in one thrust. Sasuke screeched and his back arched up pleasantly, but Madara gripped his hips and forced it back down.
He didn't stop to wait for Sasuke to get used to his size, he knew Sasuke wanted it to hurt and this was a lovely opportunity to hurt him. He thrust quickly, slamming down into his young body.
Sasuke moaned, and forced himself to clench even tighter around Madara's girth, loving the burning agony of being stretched too much and too quickly. Madara's nails scratched against his waist and dug into his sides harshly, and Sasuke felt himself shaking through yet another blindingly exquisite orgasm when they broke his skin.
Madara didn't even stop when Sasuke came, he simply leaned forward and scooped the teen's body up under his arms then pulled him up, so that he was on his knees with Sasuke straddling him against his thighs.
"Ride." He commanded, and didn't need to explain any farther as Sasuke lifted up then slammed back down onto him.
He knew when he'd struck his prostate, because Sasuke's light yelps and whimpers escalated to a scream so loud that his voice cracked at the end.
Sasuke sat down on Madara's cock and winded his hips against it, scraping the hard appendage against his sweet spot until his thighs hurt from the effort.
"Back on the bed," he gasped out, standing and getting onto the bed. Madara followed him, and smacked him hard on the ass before climbing up.
Sasuke moaned deeply and sunk forward onto the mattress, so that his upper body was slumped down flush against the bed, and his arse was poking up into the air.
"More," he rasped out, his throat tight and ragged from screaming out his pleasure. "Fuck me... More."
Madara promptly gripped the child at the base of his hips, realigning himself with ease and thrusting into the ever so willing young body below him. Sasuke released a long quivering moan and gasped out his Uncle's name, throwing himself back onto the elder's impressive length.
Madara looked down at Sasuke's back, which before today had always been so pale, so perfect, so flawless. Now it was marked purple with love-bites, his shoulder blades red and rough from being scraped roughly against the bedroom carpet, his lower back slightly bruised around his waist, where Madara's fingers had dug into delicate flesh as he pounded into the child.
He was even more beautiful than before like this.
He fingered a hand through the boy's hair and yanked, glad when Sasuke's yelp was a pleasured one. He tugged him up so that they were chest to back, and Sasuke hissed at the new close proximity, feeling His uncle's sculpted pectorals creating unintended friction with the rug burn on his back. The pain of it was arousing in contrast to the pleasure of Madara's cock- fucking him, filling him, loving him from the inside out.
Sasuke panted frantically, his voice too hoarse to moan. It was like that, that he found his release for the third time, shutting his eyes tightly and leaning back hard as it washed over him, resting all of his weight on Madara's body as he weakly convulsed and shook with pleasure. He choked violently on his own breath, and felt his throat sting as the delicious ecstasy of the moment forced another scream from his tired lungs.
He didn't know when exactly it was that Madara finally came, deep inside of his heat, and without care or a passing thought of removing his manhood first. Sasuke could feel warmth and stickiness inside of him, and he released another shivering whimper, enticed by the thought but too physically exhausted to act on his mental re-arousal.
He delighted in the sensation of simply falling backwards, both of them together, and collapsing there in eachother's arms. Sasuke had not the energy to move from off of his uncle, and Madara couldn't have cared less, wrapping his arms around his young lover and dozing off to sleep with Sasuke still surrounding his flaccid cock.
Sasuke smiled softly, and convinced himself that he didn't sleep at all, although he would admit that when he closed his eyes for just a moment, the sun had risen when they opened again.
"Now, what's that you were saying earlier about four wanks a day?" Sasuke asked with a sated smile.
Madara snorted. "Four, five, six, whatever. If you forget everything anyone's ever told you about your uncle Izuna, remember this: Any sexual stamina that I may have is all thanks to his desperate insistence."
Sasuke giggled, and cozied up to Madara closely. "I never forget anything anyone says about him," He said softly, "I feel like I should be thanking him every day, just for the simple fact that I get to wake in the morning and see your face... although, I'm very grateful for what he's helped you learn in the bedroom as well."
Madara laughed lightly at that. "Bedroom, bathroom, dining room, throne room, hallway, foyer, closet, pantry, deep freezer, baseme-"
"Deep freezer?" Sasuke asked incredulously. "How the hell can you keep an erection in a deep freezer?"
Madara smirked, and kissed his lips with practiced care. "By sticking it inside of something very, very warm."
His nephew rolled his eyes. "Okay, that's you – what about Uncle Izuna?"
Madara wore a reminiscently amused smile. "Izuna would see it as a personal challenge. Trust me, returning his penis to a flaccid state would take much more work than that. He was not one to be bested by coldness."
Sasuke laughed and sighed, looking over at the analog clock hanging above the bookshelf in the far right corner. He frowned slightly at the time, seeing that he had to go back to his training in just an hour.
"I think I've outgrown Tekka," He said honestly, thinking on how easily he defeated his tutors in combat as of late.
"Yes, I agree." Madara said, scrunching his face up in a way that meant he was thinking something unpleasant. "Which means that if you're taking this fighting thing seriously, you might want to abandon Tekka and Kagami and move on to Setsuna. Perhaps Teyaki-San would also be willing to lend a helping hand, but he can be... very firm."
Sasuke sat up excitedly and beamed down at his uncle. "Teyaki-San? Really? Wasn't he head of operation before you? He's who trained you and everybody else, right? He's like the best of the best, isn't he? That would be so cool!"
Madara smiled at the child, deciding it better to let him live with that happiness than to tell him that the reason Teyaki produced such elite fighters was that the training was difficult, miserable, and excruciatingly painful at times. Sasuke's true desire was to master the martial arts, so Madara would allow him the suffering it took to do that, even though it would disturb him to witness it...
"Step out to the balcony a moment and let Setsuna know that you're training with him today, and to go ask Teyaki-San if he'd be open to assisting."
With an overjoyed nod, Sasuke bounced up off the bed and made it five steps before looking down and remembering he was naked. He blushed slightly, and yanked the cover off of Madara, using it to clothe himself instead, as he went to do as he was told. When he returned, he laid down directly atop his uncle, and used the cover over both of them, nuzzling peacefully against the man's chest.
"Still sleepy?" Madara asked, lightly massaging Sasuke's lower back.
"Mm," was the only reply, and Madara took that as a yes, and pulled the child closer, holding him tight as they drifted off together once more, still under the wonderful illusion that everything was perfect, and would always be that way.
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It took Naruto several weeks to recall exactly what it was that he saw when he was in Red Cloud before. At first, he would look back and wonder what it was he'd said to make Sasuke Uchiha lash out at him so angrily. Then, he'd marvel at the humor of that other Uchiha man, the one with the enormous sword, who had clearly found him to be quite funny. Still, several days later, Naruto would lie back on the couch in his studio apartment, close his eyes, and picture it all again. It was then that his memory-vision had provided him with the disturbing revelation that Jiraiya had also been in that room.
When Naruto's mind first made him aware of that, he had mentally insisted that he was wrong, and couldn't possibly have recalled something like that. But then, he remembered the day that Jiraiya had lost his job. The way that Jiraiya had stuck up for the Uchiha family's integrity, and demanded Danzo offer some respect for their enemies. So, perhaps, it wasn't so hard to believe that Jiraiya would leave the police force and join up with Madara's lot, but that didn't mean that Naruto had to be happy about it. In fact, he was quite furious.
That fury was what brought him back to the Red Cloud a month after the raid. He camped out in the back, in what he knew to be the employee parking lot. As his manner demanded, Jiraiya was the fifth or sixth person there. Never early, rarely late. He stepped out of his car, and at least had the decency to freeze when he saw Naruto standing there waiting for him. His eyes went downcast and Naruto almost spat in disgust. The old bastard really had betrayed them! He was guilty and everything!
"Look, Naruto, this really isn't the place to have this conversa-"
"I can't fucking believe this!" Naruto yelled, drawing the attention of three people who had just exited a vehicle together. Jiraiya looked over at them and paled, but Naruto couldn't register the reasoning for it, even as he saw outrage written across the woman's face, and the way they whispered before separating, and the way that the burgundy haired man stalked off with an expression that suggested he was about to do something important.
Naruto simply continued to scream. "You were supposed to be the good guy, Jiraiya! What the hell happened?"
Jiraiya grimaced, but didn't look nearly as guilty anymore. "I still am the good guy, Naruto. I'm on the right side of this war. Maybe it's time for you to reevaluate some of the choices you've made."
Naruto was absolutely appalled at the suggestion. Reevaluate the choices he'd made? What kind of bullshit was that? He was working for the police force! Clearly he was on the right side, wasn't he? The Uchihas as a whole were a twisted and corrupt group of people. The only one who seemed to have any sort of innocence and decency left in him was Sasuke, or maybe Itachi.
Of course, in actuality Sasuke was the most corrupt – with Itachi as a close second. Being impressionable children raised around a family of sadists pretty much guaranteed more sadism than the adults eventually. For Sasuke, it was a true sadistic streak, he legitimately liked to make people suffer. Itachi really just saw violence as his most logical option sometimes, in a way that perhaps a less corrupt person wouldn't realize. Naruto, however, knew none of that.
"I haven't made any bad choices! You're the one wiping the feet of the biggest fucking criminal emperor in Japan!"
"Actually, I'm quite capable of cleaning my own feet, but that's an interesting suggestion, Naruto-Kun."
The blond snapped his head around quickly, to see that Madara Uchiha himself was leaning lazily up against a sleek black limo that he hadn't even noticed pulling up. He nodded curtly and shot Jiraiya a glare, clearly presenting the thought that they would be discussing this later.
As Naruto walked away, he felt as if someone was looking at him, and turned back to see sleek obsidian eyes boring into his. Sasuke was looking at him, still seated inside of the limo, he was casually gazing out of the window, and staring Naruto right in the eyes. The gaze was lazy, as if he'd rather be looking at something else, but Naruto knew better. Sasuke was looking at him for some sort of reason. He just had to figure out what it was.
A/N: I wrote half of this on my iPhone. You cant even imagine how awful that is. I'll fix any mistakes when I have decent wifi, I promise.
You guys got your first smut scene! Yipee! For those of you who are new to yaoi, welcome to my world. For those of you who aren't, I hope you were pleased xD
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