Blood was roaring in Madara's ears when he scooped Sakura up into his arms and brought her back to her bedroom. Sakura was desperately attacking him with kisses and frenzied touches, her legs wrapped so tightly around his waist that he was sure her heels would leave bruises on his back.

He could do little else but cling to her as she lavished him with attention, all teeth and tongue and lips and pleasured sighs. He kicked her bedroom door shut and tossed her onto the bed, moving quickly to cover her body with his.

Heat cloyed between them, their bodies slick with sweat in the swelter of her tiny apartment. Madara grazed his touch over her thighs, curling his body around hers as she bowed hers up into him. Using his hips, he pressed her back against the mattress, bracing his upper body with his hands beside her head so he could pepper kisses along her neck, her collarbone and chest, and the tops of her breasts that were revealed just above the fabric of her bra.

Sakura's fingers slipped through his hair, holding her face against her chest. He felt her shuddering sighs and the army of goosebumps that rose along her skin. He smirked against her heated skin, and reached for her wrists.

With one quick motion, her gathered both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head.

She stared up at him expectantly, but he was captured by her beauty for long enough that he felt it necessary to pause and drink her in. Her pink tresses were splayed like a halo around her head, her eyes smoldering and filled with such a unique desire for him.

Madara considered his fortune that he was a handsome man, that he'd never had trouble seducing any women. None of those women, however, in all of their lust for him, had ever looked at him the way Sakura was looking at him now. He'd never felt this kind of attractive to someone, never felt like it was possible to be desired in such a way.

She looked as though she wanted to eat him, to claim him, to do possessive and dirty things to him. Her gaze was like liquid fire, pouring over him until he was drowning and burning and being swallowed in the collapsing weight of his own lust for her.

"You'll be the death of me," he murmured, kissing her forehead with an out-of-place tenderness.

Sakura tugged at her wrists in a half-hearted attempt to free them. Her eyebrows cinched together in a scowl and she bucked her hips. "Kiss me," she demanded, her tone too sharp for her lecherous command. "On the mouth," she clarified, as if suddenly worried he might chastely kiss her forehead again.

He grinned and obediently kissed her on the mouth. He was becoming accustomed to the lewd, but insanely erotic way she kissed him, all open mouths and wandering tongues. She struggled against the hold he had on her wrists as he kissed her, but he wouldn't relent. He knew she didn't want him to.

"You are so fucking hot," she muttered against his mouth, arching her back to seek precious skin-on-skin contact. With a growl, he used his free hand to grip her face in his hand, covering her mouth with his palm.

His knees tightened around her hips so that she could no longer buck into him and lance what little self-control he had left. He was ready to toss it aside for the moment, but there was something he needed to do first.

"I won't disappear on you," he said, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in his stomach at the feeling of Sakura's lips moving against his palm. "I'm not going to abandon you. I—"

A jolt of chakra electrified his body. He yelped, drawing back away from her. With her hands free, Sakura showed little restraint. She reached straight for his waning erection, rejuvenating it with her dexterous fingers.

"Sakura, wait—"

"I don't want to wait," she said, shaking her head, rolling her hips up again. He could feel the damp fabric of her panties against him and his thoughts became less coherent. "I want you inside me," she said. "Now."

The thin fabric of her lacey bra strained against her swollen breasts with every breath she heaved. Madara forgot why he had wanted her to wait, everything he had meant to say to her. She didn't seem to need those reassurances.

So Madara reached for the glinting clasp between her breasts and unhooked her bra, releasing her glorious breasts, revealing the way her nipples had hardened into stiff, pink peaks. Without a shred of the hesitancy he'd found himself lost in a moment ago, Madara bent down to press kisses to her freshly exposed skin.

He claimed a nipple in his mouth, relishing in the way Sakura moaned and arched beneath him. She writhed as he sucked gently and then flicked her delicately with his tongue.

She mewled, her noises elevated in pitch and cutting straight through to Madara's core. She cupped her other breast, rolling her thumb over the nipple. Madara snatched her hand and brought it to his chest. She took the hint and splayed her hand over his skin, teasing and exploring with desperate touches.

Fondling her breasts seemed to really excite her; Madara could barely breath while she used one hand to keep his head pressed against her bosom.

Her hips grinded against him. He could feel the soaking heat of her womanhood pressed against his abdomen, and as he sucked and kneaded her breasts, she began to move her hips against him rhythmically. She pressed herself against him with wanton delight, her fingers tight in his scalp.

The way she grinded herself against his stomach would inevitably lead to her release if she kept her pace, maybe even Madara's as well if she managed to situation herself just a little lower against him.

But he couldn't deny her what she had asked for, and she seemed perilously close to losing her own control. Masculine pride swelled in him; she was so worked up because of him. Not because of Sasuke or because of those dirty books she read.

He tugged roughly on one of her nipples, coaxing a sharp yelp of pleasure from her. She bucked her hips into him again and he felt his erection growing harder and harder until it grazed against the salacious curve of her ass.

He slipped his fingers in the elastic of her panties and yanked them down to her knees.

A choice made by the both of them, he was going to fuck her. Part of him had wanted this the moment he had laid eyes on her on the cliffside, absorbed in her dirty book. He'd wanted it at every sensual brush of her lips, every glittering smile she so carelessly tossed in his direction. Did she know how feverishly he desired her?

No, she couldn't, he thought as he trailed his fingertips from her shoulder down to her hips. She had no idea of the storm she unleashed in his veins.

"My fragile little Sunflower," he purred, a smirk settling on his face.

"I'm not fragile," she snapped, but her aggression only stoked the nascent fire in his chest.

He lifted her back and slid his hand underneath her, pressing his palm against the small of her back. "Are you sure?" he teased, pressing fluttering, searing kisses to her neck and cheek and lips.

"Positive."

He used the hand underneath her to swiftly flip her over onto her stomach. She squealed, bracing her elbows against the mattress.

The expanse of her back was smooth and flawless – a perfect canvas for him to leave his love marks on. He traced his fingers reverently over her beautiful skin, grinning when she charmingly shuddered under his ministrations. He bent down to kiss her between the shoulder blades, laughing against her skin when she hissed and squeezed her fists in the sheets.

Madara scooped one arm beneath her, pulling her up just enough so that her back was flush against his chest, the contact delicate but electrifying. His erection brushed against her soft thighs and he knew he was moments away from losing all control.

He reached between her legs for the sensitive bundle of nerves and groaned when Sakura pushed back against him, pressing herself into his near painful erection. She was already soaking wet, he noted with nothing but prideful pleasure. She'd been wet as she sucked him off on the sofa earlier, and just the thought that she was so turned on made him swallow hard.

"Please, Madara," she begged, and he needed no further encouragement than his name so desperately uttered like that.

He grabbed his dick with one hand, palming Sakura's ass and pushing her forward so he could set his gaze on the most private part of her. With his thumb, he stroked the glistening slit there, growling lowly when Sakura began to tremble against him. He leaned his body forward, curving his head down to whisper in her ear.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" he said, brushing his lips over the shell of her ear. She shivered.

"Okay," she said, pushing her hips back again.

Amused by her tenacity, Madara spread her apart with his thumb and placed the head of his erection against her opening.

Silky, swallowing heat immediately drew him into her. He had wanted to relish the feeling of sliding into her for the first time, but something in him snapped, and in one fell motion, he'd sheathed himself completely inside her.

Sakura cried out, a mixture of alarm and pleasure. Madara stilled, his palm pressed against her lower back. She was unbelievably tight around him, and he convulsed against her. It had been so long since he'd enjoyed this particular act, and he felt a fervent need to pound away and find his release in her unfairly spectacular body.

But the sounds she made, while definitely still pleasure, also had a new note in them now – discomfort.

He had yet to move, afraid she was hurt or uncomfortable. Spots formed in his vision as he tried to reconcile his desire to fuck her like she wanted and also make love to her in a way that appealed to his romantic affection for her.

Sakura, in all her horny glory, began to move her hips, pulling and pushing herself back and forth against him. Madara groaned, lost in the sensations, mesmerized by her ass, the narrow dip of her waist, her pink, silky hair. His breath shallowed; his hand found its way to her hip, guiding her to continue riding him.

He could feel chakra around his dick – not doing anything, but there. He wondered if she was healing herself, if he was hurting her somehow, and the thought stifled his desire somewhat.

"Madara, please," Sakura she said, her breath as shallow as his. She turned her head to peer at him over her shoulder, and when her hot, angry gaze met his, he rediscovered his lust for her.

He pulled back and thrust into her hard. She yelped, her face falling down to the pillow. With one hand, he grabbed her upper arm. With the other, he gripped her hip, thumb pressed into her ass.

And he began to pound to his heart's content. Sakura's chakra flared and intensified inside her body, but she was moaning with fervor now, her body pebbled with goosebumps. She was practically dripping, and Madara used this to his advantage, using his fingers to tease her clit.

The touch of his fingers against her sensitive bud made her moans pitch even higher. Madara clung more roughly to her, slamming into her over and over again.

Using her arm as leverage, he lifted her up so that they were both upright on their knees. He groaned as the silky heat around him shifted. He continued to thrust into her as he sidled his hands around her body and gripped her chin. Roughly, he turned her face toward his, craning his neck to kiss her.

It was almost impossible with their size difference, yet somehow Sakura seemed to manage to stay contorted in his hold, kissing him in that perverted way she did.

Waves of arousal were cresting again, coiling in his gut and expanding so that he felt fire everywhere in his body. His thrusts grew quicker; Sakura's moans became sharper. She whimpered into their kiss, and her mewling sounds sent sharp pangs of arousal through his entire body.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured against her cheek, knowing that he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

He smirked when her eyes lost focus and her moans became silent pleas for release. Her walls shuddered around him and Madara's smirk disappeared while he pounded recklessly into her, finding his own release.

Sakura's sharp, stuttered groan echoed through the apartment. Madara's grip on her tightened and he thrust into her over and over again until his own arousal had exploded, sparking a firework inside him that jolted him from head to toe.

He spilled his seed inside her, groaning when she milked his orgasm with pulses of chakra from inside her body. The fluttering of her walls calmed down, and slowly Madara felt his breath returning to his body.

Madara sighed, feeling the kind of contentedness in his bones that made him want to curl into a deep sleep, wrapped around Sakura's body. She sank heavily against the mattress, sighing with her own content.

Her face was a beacon of light, a glow emanating from every one of her pores. Her smile reached down into his chest and squeezed his heart. Madara fell to the mattress beside her, his limbs rusty, eyes bleary.

Sleep might have taken him then had Sakura not flipped her body over so that it faced his. Her face was inches from his, and Madara could do nothing but stare at her, trying to memorize her beauty and the way it felt to be beside her.

Having already decided that Sakura was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, Madara had no new moment of revelation in finally having sex with her. What he felt instead was a sense that everything was finally right. Things were sliding perfectly into place.

He grinned at her, tracing her brow with the pad of his thumb. A thousand thoughts flittered through his mind, all the romantic things he could say to her, every sweet nothing he'd ever whispered in a girl's ear. Nothing really seemed to be enough; Sakura deserved so much more than the same compliments and flirtations he'd spilled into the ears of girls who didn't even come close to comparing to her.

"Madara," she whispered, slipping her hand into his and twining their fingers together.

He knew almost immediately from the tone of her voice that something was on her mind.

"Sakura."

Her eyes glimmered with mischief, and the look on her face pulled something taut inside Madara's chest. Her grin was warm and lazy, but there was focus behind her sharp gaze, and he wasn't sure that he would be able to handle what she might say in his current sleepy haze.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked, the corners of her mouth tilted in an adorable, shy grin.

He brushed a tendril of hair away from her eyes. "Yes, please," he said, eager to hear any secret she'd share with him.

"I love you."

His eyes locked onto her lips, reading them for a lie. He knew she wouldn't lie to him about something like that, but he couldn't control the disbelief that spread through him.

"You do?"

She nodded and pulled him into a tender, affectionate kiss. "So fucking much," she said, fluttering her pretty lashes.

The feeling that came over him was so sudden and so targeted in his eyes that he almost cried out in shock.

Sharpness invaded his vision, casting everything around him into a state of clarity it had never been before. Colors suddenly seemed brighter – pink, most importantly, a vivacious cotton candy that nearly made his eyes burn. The stars that sparkled just beyond Sakura's window seemed to suddenly be made of diamond. Sakura's eyes became an ethereal green, a field of spring grass, a slab of hard malachite.

He sat up, feeling something make his bones tremble and his skin prickle.

A wave of pleasure wholly unrelated to their carnal encounter lit up his body and a heaviness he hadn't even realized he bore lifted from his chest.

Sakura loved him, and aside from being the most incredible gift he'd received from anyone ever, it was also the first step in getting her to come back home with him.

A grin stretched across his face as Sakura reached up to his temples, cool chakra flowing from her fingertips. She was still smiling, too, her eyes curiously peering up into his. He stared down at her face, so angelic and pure against her pillow. He nestled her cheek into the fabric, staring up at him with a contented smile.

"I love you, too," he said, bending down to kiss her forehead, his nerves taut. Had she actually done it? Had she awakened his Mangekyou?

She giggled and rolled over, reaching into her nightstand drawer. She pulled out a compact mirror, which she passed to Madara with a conceited flourish.

"Oh, I know," she said, watching as he opened the compact to look at his new eyes.

He almost hadn't believed it. There had been no pain, no trauma. Just a sentence from Sakura, and a blink from him. It seemed impossible, and wrong, and like he had somehow cheated to obtain this powerful doujutsu.

But when he peered into his own face, he could see plain as day that his eyes were different now. His tomoe were now inverted, spliced by a perfect circle that had three outer notches evenly spaced apart.

The compact fell from his hand onto the mattress. He swallowed and looked down at his angel.

"You were trying to do this?" he asked, wondering if this had been her gambit all along. Was this why she had been so adamant that he needed to fuck her?

"And I succeeded!" she exclaimed, sitting up so she could kiss him again. "We did it. Now I just need to figure out a way to keep that darkness out of your head permanently."

Something in him was uneasy that she had used sex in such a way. She'd been a virgin and instead of trying to make her first time special, she'd used it to further her research.

"Madara?" she asked, and the note of fear in her voice made him realize he was scowling. He softened his expression to meet her worried gaze. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Absolutely nothing, baby," he said, lying back down against the mattress and pulling her with him.

Sakura's body was tense as it sank down against his, but she relaxed into the crook of his arm, resting her chin on his chest so she could look up at his face.

"I asked for the day off work tomorrow," she said. "I wanted to spend it with you. We can spar so you can test out your new abilities."

"On you?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm not fragile!"

He soothed her by drawing lines on the warm skin of her shoulder. "No, but you are so goddamn beautiful and I love you far too much to spar against you properly," he said. "I have no inclination to hurt you whatsoever, and you'd easily beat me. I'd get distracted by your body."

She frowned, and he rubbed at her lower lip with his thumb.

"You love me that much, huh?" she asked.

With a heavy sigh, he rested his cheek against the top of her head. "I know you're worried that I'll vanish and leave you behind," he said. She was pure perfection, this girl who had given him love and affection, awakened his Mangekyou, and showed him what he had been missing in life. She deserved far more than he could ever give her.

"Sakura, I don't know how to comfort you," he said, clearing his throat a little uncomfortably. "I mean I don't know the right words to say. I just want you to know that I do truly love you and I won't just abandon you to go back home if that opportunity presents itself."

Sakura froze. "I don't want to talk about that."

"Then we won't," he agreed, because he didn't really want to either. "Just know that I would do anything to make you happy."

She tilted her head up and her smile made his heart burst open. Warmth gushed through him, though he knew he ought to feel guilty for saying such a thing to her. As much as he loved Sakura, he wouldn't dream of leaving his brother to die. He wouldn't force her to come with him, but he couldn't stay here with her either. He wouldn't.

"Thank you, baby," he murmured softly, wisps of sleeping already starting to slur his words. "For the best sex I've ever had and for helping me unlock my doujutsu."

He felt her puff of laughter against his chest. "And for loving you?"

"Especially for that."

/

Madara woke in the middle of the night with an itch in his eyes. His curiosity was strong. Now that he'd awakened his Mangekyou, he longed to go back to the Uchiha compound and see what was hidden from him in the archives. Even discovering his new abilities came second to that, and the anticipation made it hard to sleep.

What if he discovered how to get back home but couldn't convince Sakura to come with him? What if discovered that it was impossible for him to get back home and he would never see Izuna again?

Sakura's fear began to make more and more sense to him. She was a warm lump of sleep again his side now, but would she follow him home? Would she leave her whole life here behind? Why should she? By now she probably had enough research done to cure the curse and fix Sasuke. She could let Madara go back home without her, knowing that she had a backup Uchiha in place.

Dark rage simmered in his skull though he knew this was all irrational. He knew Sakura had all of these same fears, though that did little to quell the growing darkness in his head.

She stirred, groaning sleepily. Madara reached for the blanket beside her and pulled it up around her shoulders.

"Love you so much," she murmured in her sleep, her still swollen lips brushing against his ribs.

A gush of affection for her swept away the cloud of darkness like a burst of strong wind. He reached for her thigh and pulled her leg up over his waist, claiming her warmth as he closed his eyes.

The action stirred her again, though, and she blinked her eyes open; Madara felt the brush of them against his sensitive skin.

"Didn't mean to wake you," he murmured apologetically, his hand sliding back and forth along her silky thigh. Her heat was pressed against him in this position, and he could feel himself growing hard again. It was becoming harder for him to control his body's reaction to her.

When Sakura began to grind herself lazily against his hip, brushing the tip of her nose over his chest, Madara realized that she was struggling with hers as well.

Luckily for Madara, this new distraction whisked away his former dark thoughts and he could focus on nothing but the growing dampness between Sakura's legs. He'd never known anything like this – this ability to lose himself in the woman he loved and cast aside his worries for the moment.

"Baby," he whispered in her hair, sliding his hand between her legs to touch her swollen clit and give her the friction she was so obviously craving.

She gasped, bowing her sleep-warmed body into his. The cloying heat still between them made their skin stick together before he began to rub slow circles on her, causing her body to erupt in prickling goosebumps.

Madara smirked, pressing his cheek to the top of her head.

"This is so much better than sleep," she murmured, the end of her sentence pitching upward as Madara brushed a particularly sensitive part of her.

There was still a sleepy heaviness to her limbs, and the lazy way she grinded herself against his hand made him feel lazy and sleepy, too. When she seemed sufficiently turned on, Madara slipped one finger inside her, relishing in the way her whole body loosed like a taut bow.

He felt her stretch around his finger, her slippery heat sucking him in even as he pulled his finger out of her. He inserted a second finger, grinning when it made Sakura moan with pleasure.

She bucked herself into his hand, riding it with aching slowness. Madara realized she was still sort of asleep and so he kept his ministrations achingly gentle, teasing her and working her up without riling her up too much.

When she came, it was softly and tenderly, and her body melted against his, heavy with sleep and pleasure. She buried her face in his chest, molding herself against him, moaning quietly as the waves of her orgasm ebbed away.

Madara slipped his fingers out of her and used them to grab onto her thigh and keep it hiked around his waist. Sakura didn't seem to care that he was spreading her fluid over her skin and sheets, so he shifted them even further into the pocket of warmth in her bed, pulling the blanket over the both of them.

Knowing that this was what was in store for him every day for the rest of his life, Madara managed to find enough contentedness to fall asleep, even knowing he had a lot of work to do if he was going to convince Sakura to come with him.

There was just no other option.