Unwanted attention- Chapter 13

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She didn't know want to expect after Shiemi's revelation, or the gossip the followed, but this…this wasn't it.

The meal was quiet, almost tense as they sat at her sides, the low table and secluded room making her suspicious of their intentions.

And she had every right to be it seemed, because the second Madara opened his mouth, she knew exactly where this conversation was going. (Or so she thought.)

"I've heard rumours that you still plan to leave."

It wasn't a question, and she wouldn't deny it.

"Yes." And god it hurt to say. She….every day she stayed here- stayed with them…the more she didn't want to leave.

Who was she kidding anyway, she didn't want to go. And god that made her feel horrid. Naruto and the rest of her team were who knows where in who knows what condition, and here she was caring about two people she shouldn't have even met…

She should never have met them. Should never have played this game, should never have stayed. But it was too late now, and she felt she deserved the pain she knew she'd feel after this.

"…why?" Izuna questioned quietly from her side, an almost sad glint in his eyes as she slowly put her plate down on the table, her hands falling to her lap as she gazed at them quietly.

"I...I need too. I have people that need me, that depend on me. I can't just abandon them Izuna."

"Then call them here- we can lend assistance if it's that bad. We can help, and then you can stay here with us…" With each word that left his mouth, Sakura saw a side of him she'd never seen before. Here he was, the seemingly emotionless Uchiha, trying to bargain with her- plead for her to stay without exactly coming out and saying it directly.

Swallowing thickly, Sakura rose to her feet, fidgeting nervously with her hands as she paced slightly, the two men following suit and rising from their seated positions.

"I…I would if I could. I really like you both, please believe that. I do, and I'd stay if at all possible but-" but it'd ruin everything.

I'd ruin everything.

Please just let me go

"But?" Madara prompted, waiting for her to continue as her eyes looked at him pleadingly, trying to get him to understand her situation without having to say it directly.

I'm already a traitor- having feelings for the enemy.

"I can't stay here, I…I need to go home. I need to leave-"

"Can you come back? Can you come back after everything' has been sorted?" The older Uchiha prompted again, a slight anger leaking into his voice when she looked away, her heart clenching in her chest as an even odder tone blead into his voice. "Sakura?"

It seemed she wasn't the only one who'd come to care, and all the evidence she'd been stubbornly ignoring hit her in the face.

God, she didn't want to leave them-

She loved them so much. She had for a long while now and she'd lied to herself just as much as she'd lied to them it seemed. And now…now she had to break all of their hearts.

For the first time in a long while, she felt…she-

"No. No, I won't be able t-"Sakura started, only to fall silent as she felt a slight touch.

Izuna's arms snaked around her middle from behind, pulling her frozen form back against him as he lightly rested his chin on top of her head, Madara slowly edging closer as his brother hummed softly.

"Please…"Izuna's head left the top of hers, and not a moment later she felt a light kiss on the left side of her neck, one of his hands leaving her waist to stroke her hair. "Sakura…please don't say that, you're breaking my heart. I love you so much Sakura, please tell me you can see that, I made it as clear as I could."

Sakura blushed as his muffled voice reached her, his lips brushing her skin softly, over and over again, moving down to her shoulder as her yukata was loosened slightly. His voice was begging with her, his touch trying to tempt her into falling- to stay with them and just forget the world.

"…Izu-"

"Sakura, my affection has always been obvious," her eyes quickly moving back to Madara as his face suddenly hovered just before hers, one of his hands moving to hold the side of her waist Izuna had just vacated. His head tilted slightly, moving closer until his lips brushed the right side of her jaw, trailing down lower and lower until he was mirroring Izuna, his other hand lightly touching her left thigh through her clothing. "I've made my intentions clear time after time, but you always seem so oblivious, like you could care less."

"Mada-"

"I won't be thrown to the side and seen as unworthy Sakura, I'll prove it to you, I'll prove how much I can please you, how much I care for you. I want you Sakura, I want you as my own. As our own." His hot breath lapped at her bare skin, Izuna's hand tugging at her obi slightly, the material on her shoulders falling lower until the top of her breasts were visible to their eyes.

She'd never felt so desired.

So cherished.

"We want you Sakura-chan, we love you so much. We won't fight, we won't do anything horrible, and we even agreed to share you if that's what it took to keep you here with us." Izuna's hand moved from her hair to snake around her shoulders, his fingers lightly trailing across the top of her breasts, her breath hitching as his skin seemed to burn against her own.

Madara nipped and bit at the right side of her neck firmly, her mind going foggy as Izuna licked and sucked the other side, both men intent on leaving some form of mark.

Something to say she wasn't available, something to make her think of them for days to come.

Yukata slipping lower and only just covering her breasts, Sakura felt Madara's hand ever so slowly slip in between the folds of the skirt, his fingers stroking her thigh softly, almost timidly waiting for her approval.

This…this wasn't right.

She should be kicking and screaming right now.

Flying into a rage and running off.

Yelling at them to go find the women who were destined to marry them!

To leave her be, to let her wallow because god she wanted this, she wanted them.

She truly had come to love them, despite how much she told herself otherwise.

She just didn't want to have to face another broken heart when they fell for other people though…

Because the future was set in stone, right?

…right?

She'd have to leave eventually.

"Sakura," Madara mumbled, biting her shoulder firmly enough to make her gasp. "We care for you, I care for you. I couldn't bare to see you walk away, knowing full well that you should be by my side instead."

"We love you Sakura-chan, can't you see that? We'd do anything for you, all you have to do is ask."

"I want you by my side until I'm old and grey, I want you fighting next to me, walking with me through the compound, sitting with me during dinner…"

Their mouths hot on her skin, their breaths brushing her ears as she stood between them, Izuna hot on her back as Madara's body hovered just away from her form, his clothing brushing against hers as his hand trailed higher up her thigh, her skin tingling with each inch he touched. His fingers only just brushed the edge of her panties before moving back down, her small whine making the men smile and smirk against her skin.

Izuna tugged at her obi again, the material beginning to give way at their constant moments, only their hands keeping it from coming undone. The pale man pulled back from her shoulder, kissing his way up to her ear and nipping the lobe softly, Madara mirroring his action, only biting harder.

"We need you Sakura-chan, we need you to be ours, forever. Do you want that too? Do you want us? We love you so much, please let us cherish you and show you how much we care… "

"Sakura," The woman whimpered, her legs shaking slightly as Madara's fingers brushed up her inner thigh, lightly pressing against her damp panties as his smirking voice brushed against her skin, Izuna shuddering slightly as he heard it, pressing tighter against her. "You're so wet for us, I can feel it, do you need us to help? Do you need us?"

She gasped, her chest pressing forward as Izuna cupped one of her breasts, the top half of her yukata slipping down completely, exposing her creamy skin to their eyes. The Uchiha's mouth moved back to her shoulder, his tongue trailing lines of fire to her collar bone as he pressed harder against her back, his hand squeezing and kneading her soft flesh as Madara lightly rubbed her centre, teasing her with how his fingers danced across where she needed him, her damp panties only making her more frustrated.

Madara's hand moved for her waist slowly, giving her plenty of time to react and stop it.

She didn't though, and her yukata fell to the floor around her, her hands still resting by her sides as she tried to figure out what to do with them.

Both men took a moment to take her in, the pinkette blushing under their wandering gazes, her pantie clad form bare to their burning eyes. Madara was the first to snap back to action, his hand on her panties rubbing her firmly once more before moving up and hooking a finger under the waistband, slowly pulling them down as he bit her shoulder again, the stinging mark making her jerk in place.

"Sakura, you're so beautiful, amazing, you're a goddess. I need you so much, more than anything in the world." Izuna mumbled, the hand on her waist tingling just as much as the one on her breast, his kneading beginning again as he lightly rolled her nipple between his fingers, pulling a deep moan from her that she didn't even try to hide. "Do you want us to stop Sakura-chan?" his voice rasped with lust.

"N-AH!" Madara slipped a knee between her own, forcing her thighs further apart as her panties dropped to her ankles, his hand now hot against her wet centre. "No…"

"Are you sure Sakura? Are you sure you want us to take you? To make you ours?" Izuna's hand slowly dragged down from her waist, his groan being muffled by her skin as his hand pushed Madara's slightly to the side, his fingers parting her slightly as the other man ran his fingers firmly against her.

"Sakura …Please, do you want us? Can we have you?" hips rocked against her back slightly, and she could feel just how much this was affecting him.

"Please…"

"Sakura…"

"Please, I…I need you…" She whimpered out, Izuna quickly moving to probe her with a finger, his digit sinking into her heat as Madara followed his movements, her walls stretching as he nudged her legs a little further apart, both of their fingers sinking into her as her juices coated them quickly. Their fingers moved at the same pace, Madara being able to reach slightly further as their palms gave her the friction she desperately wanted, their fingers rubbing against her and each other as they moved.

"You're so tight Sakura, so wet and warm and ready for me. So beautiful, so powerful and amazing…"

It felt amazing.

They moved in rhythm with each other, and while Madara could reach further, Izuna curled his finger just so, her eyes going wide as she almost saw white, another deep moan slipping from her lips as Madara chuckled darkly to himself.

"Gods Sakura, you're so warm, so hot and…and…" Izuna trailed off his face nuzzling into her hair, his breath catching as she clenched around them slightly, a whimper escaping her as Madara picked up his pace, his palm rubbing against her harder as he tried to push Izuna's hand to the side impatiently. "Are you sure you want us?"

"Yes damn it!"

Madara grinned against her skin, pulling back to look her in the eye, his own usually dark orbs shining a dull red, his sharingan having been stirred up by the adrenaline flooding his body. Izuna just grunted slightly, kissing her neck as he reluctantly pulled his hand away, Madara's following suit quickly. She couldn't see Izuna's eyes, but she was very sure they were in a similar state.

No, no they couldn't do that! They couldn't work her up like that and just leave her-

Madara quickly sunk to his knees before her, Izuna holding her in place as the man lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, his mouth suddenly attacking her womanhood with firm kisses and licks, his finger entering her again as Izuna brought his own damp hand to his mouth, Sakura struggling to watch as he slowly licked it clean, a dark look of want on his face as he did so. The younger Uchiha then softly kissed her neck, then her back, moving lower and lower, his tongue leaving damp trails as he went, only to kiss his way back up as Madara muttered something to him from his place between her legs.

But she couldn't focus on much for long, because her hands quickly sought out Madara's hair, gripping his long spikey locks as he nuzzled into her, adding a second then third finger. His tongue was hot and wet against her, his movements in sync with his fingers, his smirk being felt with every gasp she gave.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Izuna started on her other breast, kneading and squeezing as he continued to clean his hand, desperate for another taste of her.

That was all she could take.

Because moments later, she was looking down, green eyes locking with red as Madara watched her as he worked, his now bright red eyes taking in her every expression, every moment.

Then, then she came.

Her body flooding with ecstasy, her eyes being blinded as Madara's hand and mouth continued to work her through it, his gaze never missing a thing as he looked up at her, her hands pulling almost painfully on his hair as his groan vibrated through her.

But that was okay, because she was bound to have bruises from how hard he was gripping her thighs.

And that smug smirk she knew he had wasn't helping anything.

Panting and releasing his hair as he pulled back, the pinkette's chest heaved, her body still buzzing and tingling as she watched him lick his lips slowly, his smirk never leaving his face as he looked over her shoulder at Izuna knowingly.

"That...that was…"

"Only the beginning." Izuna whispered, gently releasing her breast and turning her around slightly, her body almost facing him as he prodded her to the ground, her back suddenly flush against the floor.

Madara settled by her side moments later, avoiding looking at Izuna as he stripped, his own dark shirt being removed as Sakura looked between them.

Good god, they were so attractive, she wasn't even sure this wasn't just a dream….

"Sakura-chan…"

Before she knew it, the stunned and slightly dazed pinkette was under Izuna, his mouth lightly catching her own in a sweet kiss as he nudged her thighs apart, settling between them while trying to keep his weight off her as his hands traced her soft body. His hips rolled against her own once…twice, his length slipping against her and making her twitch with every heavy breath he seemed to steal from her body.

Pulling away slightly, Izuna shifted his hips, pressing into her slowly, murmuring sweet nothings against her lips as his length stretched her out. And once his hips were flush against her own, he lost whatever control he had, pulling back and thrusting into her suddenly, a sharp moan escaping her as his arms wrapped around her form, pulling her close as he buried his neck against her neck. She clung to his shoulders, her hands gripping his hair tightly, needing something to keep her grounded as Madara slowly wound his fingers through her hair.

Her soft pants and whimpers were cut off as Izuna softly kissed her again, his plump lips caressing her own as his thrusts picked up, her body moving with each hard jolt, her legs wrapping around his hips as he gripped them, helping her angle herself better as his mouth kept her busy.

As she began shifting on the floor, her form trying to meet Izuna thrust for thrust, the younger Uchiha pulled his mouth from her own, hooded eyes watching her gasping form intently. Madara's hand squeezed slightly, his fingers tangling in her hair further, pulling her head to the side slightly as Izuna nuzzled against her neck once more, his hips finding a place inside her that had her whimpering out his name in quiet awe.

Izuna stilled for a moment, a feral growl coming from him before he began moving again, harder and faster, his face appearing next to her own as his voice filled her ears, his soothing tone doing its best to pull her over the edge as he gave a quiet moan.

"Sakura, I love you. I love you so much. You're amazing, wonderful, and ours. Our little Sakura. I need you Sakura, I'll always need you. You're mine-ours. Ours, ours to see every day, ours to hold. Only ours…Sakura we're the only ones to see you like this, I won't let anyone else have you…"

Sakura gasped, her hands busy in his hair as his words seemed to fade into nothing, her insides tingling with each thrust, heat pooling in her abdomen as she rolled her hips against him, the other Uchiha in the room almost entirely forgotten as he trailed his fingers from her hair to her face.

"Sakura, can you sit up a little bit?" Curiously looking at Madara though half lidded eyes, Sakura did so, her mouth opening helplessly as she propped herself up on her elbows, the new angle making the panting Izuna hit even deeper inside her.

Rolling her hips against Izuna and listening to the sound he made, Sakura clenched her eyes shut for a moment, heat flooding through her body as the coil in her belly wound tighter, Izuna lifting her legs higher on his hips, repetitively sinking as deep as he could, hunching over her chest as he did so.

Izuna suddenly gripped her thighs tightly, holding her close as her name left his in a harsh mantra…then, then he was filling her, his hips jerking against her own almost painfully, rope after rope of warmth filling her as she helplessly clenched around him, going slack as she followed him into oblivion.

It was amazing, exhilarating- almost unbelievable really.

She'd never felt so…so complete before.

Swallowing thickly as Izuna nuzzled her throat again, she listened to the loving words leaving his mouth as he withdrew slowly, her body limp – her mind curious.

It was only when Madara appeared above her that she remembered he was present, her body sandwiched between them as Izuna shifted her to sit up slightly, her back against his chest as he wound his arms around her.

And then Madara was inside her, having already discarded his clothing, her voice letting out a sudden high pitched moan as she felt herself stretching, Madara slowly edging further and further into her sensitive body.

Feeling the man stretch and fill her had Sakura clinging to Izuna's arms, her face watching Madara in awe as he took her, his hand cupping her cheek so he could look her in the eyes. Each slow thrust hit a high, drawing her towards a fall she didn't see coming so quickly after the last, her gasps and drawn out moans making the man holding her stir, hardening against her back as she sat sandwiched between them.

Rubbing against them with every movement.

Silently praying for them to never leave.

The closeness…the warmth and comfort- she never wanted it to end.

"Ah…Madara!" Madara sealed his mouth against hers harshly as she came, her body clenching and withering against them both as she spasmed around Madara, the man growling slightly, the sound muffled as his lips worked her own.

But he never stopped moving.

Thrust after thrust, she watched him, his body looming over hers, his eyes shining ominously as he panted lightly, smirking the entire time. Izuna softly went back to her chest, his hands groping and tweaking her breasts and nipples, her sensitive skin tingling and singing, her body shuddering with all the stimulus assaulting it.

Madara's mouth didn't leave her own, muffling her voice and catching her bottom lip between his teeth as he kissed her, messily moving his lips against hers as he continued thrusting, trailing his lips to her ear as he whispered to her, chuckling slightly as her voice filled the air around them.

"Sakura…You're amazing. You will be by our side, I know it. I want to see you in our clan symbol, I want to see you in my bed, I want to see you glowing-round with our child. My son. Sakura…" He jerked his hips up hard, hitting as deep as he could, a deep gasp falling from his mouth as he filled her, his seed shooting deep into her body in hot strings, his mouth messily kissing her own once again as she lay exhausted between them,

"Sakura, I love you Sakura, you're ours, and you always will be." He leant his forehead against hers, not minding her seal, and rubbed their noses together softly, pecking her lips and cheeks lightly as the man behind her mummed in agreement, holding her just as tightly as his brother.

"Oh…my god." She breathed out as he moved slowly, kissing her softly and pulling out, her thighs clenching together as she blushed in embarrassment, their mixed seed almost seeping from her. Her eyes felt heavy, and her body was so worn out…

Izuna cuddled her to his almost naked form, having pulled on his pants while she was distracted, his brother following suit. Squirming slightly as the both seemed to curl around her, Sakura made to grab her clothing, only to be stopped by arms wrapping around her.

So she stayed there between them, both men content and wrapped around her as they kept whispering, their deep voices the only thing she could hear.

Izuna kissed her neck lightly again, soothing the marks Madara had left, and Madara stroked her hair lazily, kissing her forehead as she dozed between them. His hand settled on her lower stomach, his hand caressing and stroking gently, lovingly.

"We'll be here when you wake up Sakura-chan, we'll never leave you."

"After all," Madara's deeply amused voice was the last thing she heard before her eyes closed, sleep overtaking her. "We have a lot to go over, especially now."

They had no intention of ever letting her go it seemed.

Poor Sakura just didn't realise that the future was never set in stone.

'It's time to come home child.'