Chapter 9: Close

Kanako and Haruo take notice of the lack of interaction between Kazue and Madara on their journey back to the Uchiha estate. Kazue appears to be bereft of expression and her usually bubbly aura seems duller than usual. Madara on the other hand, maintains a stern furrow in his brow and barely speaks with even Haruo. Izuna catches a glimpse of the solemn couple as they enter the compound, separate and head to their respective rooms. Izuna immediately grabs Haruo.

"What on earth happened?" he interrogates the flustered boy

"I don't know! I think something happened with Tobirama-sama and then Madara-ni-san got angry..." he mutters

"Kanako!" Izuna's call is above a whispered hiss though it catches Kanako's attention. "Explain the funeral procession that entered the gates just now."

"It started out so well, Izuna-sama…I think Tobirama-sama and Madara-sama had a quarrel and then he returned with another woman late at night. Perhaps, they made too much noise and Kazue-san couldn't sleep?" the woman shakes her head. Though Izuna knew exactly what had happened.

"You'll lose her if you continue behaving like this." Izuna catches Madara in his office a while later

"Izuna, don't start." His brother warns

"I might not be on the best of terms with Tobirama. But even a blind man can see he's in love with her and ready to be with her if you're not. Why sleep with other women to spite her because you don't want to make a move?"

"She runs to him at the drop of a hat. I don't know who told you that but I didn't end up sleeping with the woman." Madara sets his tea down, that way there is less chance he'd smash it by the end of the conversation

"If you want Kazue, you have to stop hiding behind that emotionless frown of yours. She might be your wife by law, but she already has the hearts of many. Don't you forget it ni-san. You're both so stubborn and you're both falling for each other, it's ridiculous!" Izuna snaps the doors shut behind him in exasperation, leaving his brother in the office.

The advisors call in soon after to tell Madara to prepare for a pending night mission regarding the rogue-nin. For the first time, he finds the idea of a mission a hinderance. He knew mending things with Kazue would be difficult, she had barely spoken to him in the last two days. She hadn't even made any effort to argue or confront him, her lack of confidence makes Madara uneasy. He wants her to shout and yell until the unease in her subsides, the distance from her is unbearable. The trip to Konoha had drawn them closer than ever before and had separated them all the same in the end. This time, he knew it was his fault. He should have had more faith in her instead of trying to forget his own insecurities. Madara slips out of the gates in his mission gear, managing to bypass Kazue and Izuna, who sit in the gardens.

Kazue feels a gust of wind pass through the grassy part of the gardens, the glint of the main gates shutting behind them catches her eye. Where could Madara be? Was he in a meeting? Turning back to Izuna and Kanako, she continues pressing the flowers in her lap into several large books. Izuna resumes their conversation once she catches his eye.

"I keep telling you, nee-san. Please trust me when I say that everything until now has held meaning. My brother-" Izuna flails his arms animatedly to try and convince the red haired Uzumaki Uchiha to no avail,

"I just thought we had progressed in our relationship somehow… I suppose I was wrong about that." Her shoulders slump slightly with her unconfident words.

"No. You're not wrong. I've known ni-san all my life and most of his. If he didn't care about you, he'd never behave this way. He doesn't know how to control his emotion around you and that makes him feel weak. He keeps trying to act out in his own way, you've done that too, I'm sure you realise that without my having to tell you."

"No doubt, I've acted out at him a great number of times. But it's different when he spends the night with a new woman right in front of me. I didn't think it would affect me this much, but I-" Kazue's voice catches in a deep sob, the sting of tears in her eyes. Izuna's eyes soften though his brow remains furrowed.

"He's in love with you." Izuna stretches his long arms over the bench in a half-hearted sigh, Kazue pauses in flustered shock before she composes herself.

"Izuna-san. I appreciate your support, you've all been so kind to me. But there's no need to console me about something that isn't going to happ-"

"Kazue-ne-san, he didn't sleep with that woman you saw. He hasn't slept with another woman since you two fought earlier last month, that much I know is truth. Believe me that's significant for ni-san. It means he doesn't want anyone else, and it matters to him who he shares himself with… emotionally and physically. He'll come to you eventually." Izuna offers Kazue a lily from the garden before he winks at her and gets up to head off. Kazue and Kanako remain slightly speechless in the garden.

Until the afternoon fades to the evening and the lights in the courtyard become more luminescent, Kazue can't remove the thought of her obsidian-eyed husband from her mind. There had been so many times he'd surprised her in ways she never thought he could, he'd saved her life on more than one occasion and he'd started, though only recently, to acknowledge her as someone to be respected. The sound of his voice had once irritated her, as of recent it only seemed to draw her to him. His jet-black eyes had once alarmed her, now they only seemed to stir something deep within her. Earlier she couldn't seem to put enough distance between them, now she wanted him close… dangerously close, in ways that she never thought she could want a man, let alone the Uchiha leader she had once sworn to hate.

Yet the sight of another woman sauntering from Madara's bedroom while she was about to trust herself with him sears through her. Why did she convince herself that just because they were starting to get physically intimate, that Madara would cease his usual habits? For him, pleasure was pleasure. She had kept telling herself that from the start, why should she be the exception to his rule? In that vein, thoughts of Tobirama flood through Kazue. Up until even a month after her wedding, she had dreamed of a life with the Senju. Tobirama's warm smile and passionate ambition, the way he took care of her and made her feel supported and strong. No doubt, Kazue would have returned his feelings without hesitation if he had told her about his feelings a month back. Since then, the clarity of her resolve had appeared to dull.

As much as she tries to find logic and reason to hate the Uchiha and direct her thoughts to the Senju, she finds a tightness in her chest and an inability to turn her back on her marriage.

Just what did she want? Who did she want?

"Madara!"

Kazue all but falls out of her sheets, consciousness dawning violently upon her. Another dream of war. Another dream of death and suffering. Another dream in which only one name came to her lips.

She wraps herself into her blankets and waddles out of her room to the library. When sleep won't come, at least the books would keep her company. She lights a fire and perches herself on a comfortable armchair with a stack of books, Kazue pulls open the cover to read the first page.

The moon floats high in the blue of the evening sky when Madara returns. They'd only managed to find small traces of evidence here and there, nothing sufficient to discover the whereabouts of the rogue-nin. The council remains on high alert after Kazue's attempted abduction, if they had managed to find her twice, there is no doubt they'd try again. Each time they would get closer to taking her once and for all. The thought of Kazue's small body in their chains makes him shudder, there was no way he'd let them have her again.

Feeling the call of sleep, Madara heads back through the estate to bathe before retiring for the night. The hot water seems to wash away the stress in his mind, even if it is momentary relief, he appreciates it. Wrapping a towel around his hips, Madara strolls back to his room shivering slightly having forgotten his shirt. The light in the library catches his eye, only one person who would stay there so late. He pushes the doors open to see the embers of the fireplace glowing dimly. Kazue sits in a fortress of blankets and books on a chair, her frame slumped against the arm rest and her shoulders rising and falling in deep sleep. It wouldn't be long before the fire extinguished, she'd almost definitely catch a cold sleeping here like this. He sighs and heads over to her, pulling her into his arms in a quick and smooth motion. He manages to settle her back into bed despite her arms and legs going out of their way to wrap around his neck and cling to his torso. How troublesome. He almost laughs at how strong she is in her sleep.

"Madara…" her voice murmurs while he's in earshot, Madara grimaces at the sight of her barely covered body moving under the thin film of her nightgown. Surely, the gods are testing him. "Y-You're it now. N-o cheating-" she grumbles unconsciously before her frown eases and she snuggles into the covers. A smile tugs as the corner of his lips as he gently pulls the door closed behind him.

"I-I want you." Her soft voice shakes with desperation in the darkness around them. Her small chest presses into Madara's and his hands firmly grip her hips to his. He can't wait any longer, her whimpers and the subtle jerks of her body in his hands push him to his limit.

"Kazue, I lov-"

In a moment, he's no longer beside her. He stands at the foot of the bed looking down at her, a figure overshadows her where he was. Tobirama's eyes look over his shoulder at Madara, narrowing in amusement before turning back to Kazue. Before Madara can react, a winding force pulls him from the scene, Kazue's moans fading into nothing.

Madara shakes the disorientation from his mind as he jerks upright in bed. When his ragged breath evens, he slides his feet out and wraps his yukata around him. How many nights could he experience the same damned dream?! He'd tried to be patient, to restrain his emotions and pretend the current situation isn't impacting his work and concentration.

It was becoming unbearable. The scent of her, the curve of her lips, the way her body moved gracefully and rhythmically… It was true that there was an endless supply of women for Madara wherever he went, their bodies, their lips and their moans would satiate him until the next night. Yet none seemed to quell the fire within him since he met her. A certain kunoichi who refused to look at him occupied his thoughts in ways that threatened to drive him insane if he didn't take her soon. He couldn't so much as look at another woman as of late, their flirtatious remarks and willingness to be used made him sick. All he could envision was her small frame trembling against his, wanting him, needing him, completely opening herself to him. But even Madara Uchiha knew that such submission was incomprehensible for Kazue, it was always resistance and fearlessness. As many times as her traits had challenged his beliefs, it only made him want her more, and the lack of control he had over his emotion for her was debilitating him. He wanders through the compound stopping at her door, his knock receives no answer. Pushing the door open he steps inside. Several stacks of books lie neatly across her table, her bed is neatly made and her clothing neatly folded. She must have woken again, it hadn't been all that long ago that he'd brought her back, clearly neither of them had managed to rest at all. The smell of jasmine and sandalwood, her smell, caresses him as he walks to her desk, intoxicating and irritating at the same time. Pressed flowers lie on top of a few books and writing utensils are strewn across a sketch of Uzushiogakure. Madara is certain she'd be in the library, he had to talk to her tonight. A glint of metal in the moonlight catches his eye before he leaves. Her thigh strap lies on her dresser with a kunai in its holster, an unusual band on its handle. He stops and moves over and lifts it to the light, this jutsu inscribed across the handle could only have been made by… an alarm rings in Madara's head before the Senju symbol confirms his suspicion. Unfocused fury radiates through the Uchiha before his hand effortlessly pulls the door from its hinge and sets out for the library. If this is another nightmare, Kazue should hope he wakes soon.

"Care to tell me what this is?" He throws the kunai with great precision, the blade splinters through the wooden shelf beside her head with a sharp sound, making her flinch in disorientation. Kazue spins around to see Madara standing at the entrance of the library, an unfathomable expression on his face, half of which is covered by his obsidian hair though she can see he's seething. She turns back to look at what had been thrown and recognises it immediately. Tobirama's kunai. The blade had been thrown with enough force that it almost showed on the opposite side. "How many times have you really seen him since the wedding?" His words are abrupt and cold

"What are you talking about?" She asks in protest, staring at him

"Do you take me for a fool?" he snarls

"I don't know what you're talking about. Tobirama-san gifted that to me before we were married." She folds her arms before he's in front of her, his palms splayed on the wall either side of her,

"Tell me. Is he the one you want?" his words are barely audible, he stares into her warm brown eyes which glower back at him.

"You're taking this too far, I told you it was a gift." She pushes against him without any avail, instinctively, her chakra radiates from her in hot waves but Madara doesn't move away

"Answer me." There is a rumble deep in his throat and Kazue finds herself avoiding his piercing gaze until the anger spills from her.

"What does it matter to you anyway?! I'm the last person in this village you'd have feelings for! You don't have a shortage of women lining up to bed you so why would you care what relationships I have with other men?!" she hisses holding back involuntary tears, Madara takes a breath as if to compose his fury before lowering his lips to her ear, his breath caresses her neck almost seductively but his whisper is fearsome.

"You are mine and mine alone, I do not share and I will not tolerate another man touching you. You can't see that you've ruined everything. You've ruined my focus and wrought havoc on my emotions. I can't sleep without wanting you near me, I don't want to train, I don't want to be away from you and I hate that it's so difficult for me to be around you without conflict. And you ask me why you matter to me… You think I don't want to expel you from my mind as well?! The sight of you, the smell of you, your touch, the way I see your body under mine..." He stops, out of breath and exasperated, their chests touching, his head hovering above her shoulder. What is he saying? How many women had touched him in front of her? Why was every emotion spilling from him in an endless flood, drowning every wall and every restraint he had set up?

"You can't behave as if you hate me in every possible way and then suddenly want to express your lust. Go to your mistresses like you have since before our wedding and after it, I have enough self-respect not to give you what you want." Kazue pushes away from him and heads for the main doors. Madara pauses to contemplate if there could be anything on the planet at present that would be able to diffuse the infuriation threatening to burst through him and stop him in this moment. He decides there is no such power. Kazue barely takes her third step before Madara scoops her into his arms.

Even the largest couch in the library creaks with great protest as Kazue is tossed onto it. By the time she registers anything, Madara's shirt is off and his eyes are burning with pure lust. Fear and adrenaline surge through her veins. He pulls her underneath him, decorating her neck and chest with kisses.

"Don't touch me!" Kazue slams her fists into his chest,

"Where has he touched you? I'll erase it all." His words are a furious whisper against her neck,

"He hasn't touched me!"

"You belong only to me." He breathes against her collarbone, taking in the smell of her, the softness of her skin against his, the feel of her crimson locks tangled through his fingers.

"I am not your property!" she pushes at him, he ignores her, silences her protests with his mouth and presses his thigh between hers.

"You are my wife." He growls, pinning a hand above her head.

"My body doesn't belong to you, dammit! How do you think I felt when I saw that woman in your study? I let myself be vulnerable and you betrayed me! Not the other way around!" she slaps him square across the face, Madara's hands freeze and he pauses. Kazue stares up at the Uchiha who seems detached.

"I love you." His words are plain, as if he doesn't understand them himself. She sits up beside him, her eyes angry and sad at the same time.

Without willing his body to move, his arms pull the robe from beside him to cover her, he stands slightly disoriented and sobered. Irritation at his own behaviour almost leads him to flip a table of books into the wall beside him though he decides to pull on his shirt and sit at the edge of the couch. What is he doing? Why is he so afraid for her to fall in love with another man? Kazue pulls the robe tightly across her and catches her breath before her stern gaze falls on the Uchiha.

"I have enough dignity and respect for this clan and for you, not to pursue a physical relationship outside our marriage. All I want to ask you, is how you think you have the right to tell me I belong to you and that I shouldn't speak to other men when you share your bed with a different woman each night? What makes you think I could give myself completely to someone who won't give himself to me?" Her words are clear and confronting,

"I don't want the others. I don't just want this." Madara motions to the distance between them, "I want more with you... just you. Physcially and… emotionally."

"You couldn't just ask me? You couldn't just show me through your actions?"

"I want to be close to you, that's the simplest way I can explain it. I'm ready to wait if you're still not comfortable." He admits sincerely, Kazue exhales in exasperation, Madara stares at the flames in the fireplace in silence. To his surprise, Kazue's fingers snake through his hair and pull him sideways. Before he can protest, her soft lips crush into his.

"It's not convincing but it's a start." She states, pulling away and leaving the Uchiha stunned.

"I'm sorry, Kazue." He murmurs as he moves with her and lets his fingers caress her cheek, all the anger in him having dulled. "That night… I promise you didn't sleep with her-" he begins

"Shh. I'll think about forgiving you. I acknowledge I haven't made this easy either." Her small hand holds his, "I want us to work together from here… the clan is the only one suffering from disharmony."

"And us?" Madara presses his lips to her forehead.

"Us too."

"You'd let me start again, Kazue?" his eyes meet hers

"Just this once." She lets her forehead rest on his, savouring the tickle of his black hair on her cheeks. Madara smiles at the sight of her bright eyes in front of him. All the anger and pent up frustration seems to dissipate now that he's with her. "We've made things rather difficult this whole time, haven't we?" she chuckles

"Undoubtedly. I'm especially at fault." He agrees, laughing with her before pulling her gently into his arms. Relief washes through Kazue as her arms wrap around his neck, his head rests on her chest for several moments before he pulls back. "Spend the night with me." Madara's uncharacteristic words catch her off guard though he makes no attempt to hide his intentions. If she wanted honesty, he would provide it.

"I-I don't-" she stammers,

"Don't worry, I won't try anything."

"You're full of surprises this evening." she sighs incredulously

"I feel… giddy. I may as well ask now that I've gained this momentum."

"You stay on your side of the bed, alright?" she gives in, though she knows she wants him by her side as well.

"That's fair." He nods, draping an arm around his wife's shoulders as they walk back from the library. A frown creeps across his face when he looks down at Kazue, "I was rough earlier, did I hurt you at all?" he scans her expression,

"No, you didn't. I'm a lot stronger than that." She huffs

"I know." He smiles at her confidence, his eyes softening when he thinks of her forgiving his aggressive outburst, "Kazue-"

"I'm alright, Madara-san. Sometimes I think you're a lot more emotional than me… We needed to speak with each other and I'm relieved we resolved it. Don't worry yourself." She shakes her head at a frazzled Madara,

"Still." He mumbles as she clasps his hand in hers over her shoulder.

He chuckles with his back to her, she blushes and shrugs on her nightgown in a hurry. She'd insisted he turn around and dare not look back while she changed. When she finishes and turns, she gasps involuntarily at the sight of Madara lying casually on the bed, his bare chest rippling with muscle and illuminated in the moonlight. His arm covers his eyes.

"A-aren't you going to be cold?" she blinks away her gaze

"Not with you beside me." He raises his brow and drops his outstretched arm on the bed. "It isn't as if you haven't slept in my arms before."

"I told you you're staying on your side of the- wait…What?!" Kazue jumps in confusion at his words after making sense of them

"Your nightmares would have you sleep deprived if I didn't stay with you most nights." He stretches lazily

"Wh-what are you talking about?! When did you-" she can barely form words and her cheeks burn

"Warm up your feet before you come to bed, I've dealt with those heat sapping toes most every night until now." He grumbles rolling onto his front.

"I can't believe you… why would you-?" Kazue scowls in annoyance and confusion. A pang of anxiety rings through her. He'd seen her sleep? What had he heard her say in her sleep?

"I can't sleep… if you don't." he frowns

"Is there anything else I should know about, Madara-san?" she slides into the edge of the bed and wraps the blankets firmly around her, blushing.

"Not at the moment." The Uchiha flashes her a breathtaking but cheeky grin. "And don't use the honorifics, it makes it seem like you're angry at me." He narrows his eyes while she raises her brows,

"Enough distance." He tucks her into his arms, ignoring her protests at him to remain on his territory of the bed. Eventually she settles and relaxes in his arms. Her usual stiff demeanour toward him falters, and she feels a sense of daring.

"Enough distance." She repeats with a smile, nuzzling her nose against his neck. Madara stiffens and holds her away,

"You'd better not do that." He raises his brow. Peeking up at him, Kazue lets her lips brush across his jawline. He sighs in frustration and kisses her before setting her into the bed and pulling the covers over her, "Kazue."

"Madara." She smirks already pushing the sheets away. To his surprise, she moves her leg across his stomach, her fingertips playfully tracing his chest.

"You're in a daring mood despite today, aren't you?" He laughs

"You don't scare me and it's not like I found you completely unattractive." Her hands wind through his hair and she bends lower to kiss him again, her scarlet locks spilling over them. Madara breaks away from the kiss when he feels her whimper against his lips and flips their positions in a growl.

"Cheeky." He chuckles, leaning lower so her hands can hold his shoulders. His expression soon hardens in to a serious one, "If you want me to stop, I won't continue." At her nod, Madara lets his hand slip under her chin, tilting it up carefully, slowly so that she has the chance to pull away in case he'd read her wrong. She doesn't pull away.

It takes him great patience to move slowly, she had never known a man's touch like this. The passion inside him hadn't dimmed from the moment he had seen her as his lover, though he had given his word to wait patiently for her to be ready. He had never had a virgin, not that it would have mattered with anyone else, but this is different. His eyes stay on hers, his fingers entwine with hers. Her breath catches slightly as he trails his fingers down her stomach, his bare hands touching the soft skin of her belly. A quiet sob issues from beneath him.

"Should I stop?" Madara's hands stop moving immediately as he notices the glint of tears in his wife's eyes

"No, I'm just- I didn't know I could feel all of this in one night." Kazue smiles slightly, wiping the tear from her cheek, she guides his hand back to her waist

"If this is as far as you want to go right now, I'll respect it, Kazue. Tonight's been eventful enough." He touches his forehead to hers,

"You're rash and dismissive at times but you care more than you let on. I trust you."

"I will wait however long it takes. It doesn't have to be tonight." He starts to pull back

"No, I mean I w-want you. Please, don't make me ask you..." The assertiveness of her words and the shyness of her sweet voice strikes a chord deep within the Uchiha, who feels passion sweep dangerously through his body.

"Until I met you, I never knew had this much self-control. Like hell you'll ever have to ask me for something I can give you." His arms wrap around her slim waist and his lips press into hers.

Kazue's soft gasps and moans drive Madara to the edge over and over, though it takes everything he has to stop himself from ravaging her. His mouth moves slowly from her chest to her breast, as he suckles gently, her small hand snakes through his obsidian hair and urges him closer. He looks up to see her eyes glimmer before him, her brow knitted with desperation. It was getting harder to keep his composure when she wanted more of him like this. Leaving a hand on her breast he lets his other hand slide lower along her body reaching her inner thigh, though she gasps slightly, he trails upward to the heat between her legs. His own erection pulses as her wetness covers his fingers, Kazue squirms slightly but her hands pull him closer still. When he traces the hem of her thin underwear, she stiffens.

"Kazue, I know I behaved recklessly before but I don't want to rush-" he begins

"I-I don't want you stop." Her cheeks are crimson and her eyes squeezed shut, it makes her husband chuckle, stubborn but endearingly cute. He leans down to kiss her, letting his tongue run across her lips, she jumps a little. He tilts her chin up and kisses her again until they're both breathless.

"Open your mouth a little." He asks nibbling on her lip, and she obliges. When his lips meet hers again he lets his tongue slip into her mouth and touch hers. To his surprise, her tongue returns the favour which sends a shudder through him and involuntarily, a deep growl of frustration issues from the back of his throat. He stops when Kazue tenses under him. "I won't hurt you, Kazue, I just struggle to keep my composure with you like this."

"Mm, I know." she nods confidently which almost makes Madara laugh

"Cocky aren't you? I suppose that will never change." He kisses her forehead

"I get that from you." She murmurs, letting her hands pull his lips to hers again.

As she feels his hands slide the fabric from her legs, a sense of apprehension seeps into her. It is dark but she feels so bare, so exposed before him. His gentle eyes catch her as if reading her worries, and he tilts her chin to see her face before continuing. The apprehension is replaced by warm reassurance. Kazue is sure that before now, a veil of black had been covering the kindness in his eyes, eyes that were anything but cold and unfeeling, eyes that look at her with… love? She could feel the wetness between her legs and an ache she had only felt when she was with him, all she knew was that she didn't want Madara to stop sending these electric sensations through her. A moan of unexpected volume escapes Kazue as her husband's fingers caress her velvet folds, her hands fly to her mouth to cover her voice, but his hand pulls them away before he scowls, "Don't hide from me". Madara kisses her sharp hipbone and proceeds to rub the most sensitive part of her, feeling satisfied with himself as pleasure washes over her. The involuntary spasms of her hips and the way her lips part slightly before she bites them is intoxicating and irresistible to the Uchiha. He lets his fingers move, before she can protest his shadow blocks the moonlight from her body which is barely covered by her thin nightgown. Madara senses the panic on her and leans down to kiss her tenderly, moving to her neck and earlobe. He struggles to maintain his composure as he lowers his hardness against her wet folds. She clings to his arms with her eyes tightly shut and the grip on his shoulders trembles. Exasperation and amusement run through the Uchiha.

"You're not ready, Kazue." Madara chuckles holding himself still above her

"I am!" She sits up in determination before he lowers her back down, every muscle in her body is tense and she still wants to bluff,

"Don't act tough. I told you I'm ready to wait. Until then, there are other ways we can enjoy each other." His words trail off as Kazue feels his hardness against her inner thigh, slight apprehension creeping into her.

His hips lower, his hard bulge pressing against her wetness. Though initially alarmed, Kazue feels herself wanting him to press harder against her. His body is strong around her, his arms are ropy with muscle and his chest and abdomen appear chiselled. Madara Uchiha is no doubt beautiful, Kazue had never imagined his touch could be so gentle. At his wife's quiet moans, Madara feels his hips roll deeper, rubbing slowly against her as he stares down at her body. Her round breasts are pert and soft beneath him, her arms lie on either side of her head, her brows are furrowed and her mouth slightly open in an irresistible curve, her red locks surround her. This was the first time he had ever touched her like this, the first time she had let him approach her this way, he wanted it to last forever. Though his desire would have him spread her beneath him and make love to her until their bodies are covered in sweat, he knew she wasn't ready for him yet, the pleasure he was receiving from her gentle moans and her soft skin, from seeing her enjoying her pleasure was all he needed now. Kazue lets her legs wrap around his hips, he hitches her knee in his arm and carefully spreads her legs further so his erection can rub her with greater pressure. How many times had he dreamt of holding her this way? Her body clings to Madara as their breaths become uneven and the tension in their hips becomes unbearable. The sensations he had made her feel this night, she had not felt in her entire life, nor did she know a man could make her feel this way, least of all a man she thought wasn't capable of love. She didn't know her body had the capacity to respond to Madara the way it did, emotionally and physically she felt bound to him. The feel of her wrapped around him was becoming unbearable, despite his renowned stamina, he finds himself near his climax. His wife beneath him is tense.

"Kazue… I'm going to come soon, I think you are too." Madara's voice becomes irresistibly husky, his hips rolling slower than before.

"M-Ma-" She breathes, the sweat of their bodies shining under the moon. Was she going to say his name? If it weren't for the pleasure, Madara would have stopped in surprise. He wants to hear his name on her lips.

"Kazue." His lips are at her ears, his uneven breath excites her further and the tightness between her legs grows

"M-Madara" she murmurs his name, her body clings to him tighter. Madara's breath catches as his arm reaches around her hips and angles it up for better access.

The rubbing of his length against her wet core becomes overwhelming, they both reach a point before collapsing in waves of pleasure. Madara feels the need to catch his breath and stares at Kazue beneath him who is still panting. They lie there, elated. Of the many he had slept with, and he had slept with quite a few… with Kazue, it was as if he had missed out on something so physically and emotionally powerful his whole life, he had never come so hard with anyone and they hadn't even had sex. The Uchiha is dazed. His tired eyes fixed on his wife, a weary blush on her cheeks and a sheen of sweat on her pale forehead.

"M-Madara?" Kazue pants

"Mm?" he nuzzles her cheek

"U-Um i-it's on my stomach." She whispers, Madara looks down to see the result of his climax on her belly.

"Wipe it off." He grimaces and offers her the sheet. Madara was sure that whatever mood had been set, had definitely been ruined.

"You do it!" she laughs at his discomfort as he tries to avoid touching it

"No!" he flinches suddenly making Kazue laugh even harder.

"Oh come on! What's so bad about it?" she tries to grab his hand

"Kami Kazue, don't chase me with that!" he thrusts the sheets between them in exasperation

"It's going to get on you sooner or later. This is payback for nearly skewering me with a kunai!" she ties a robe around her and pounces on the escaping Uchiha.

"Don't you dare!" Madara finds himself laughing as they wrestle in the sheets.

A/N: Oh mah gad, this chapter was as difficult as it was long... But I hope you all liked it! I'd love to hear your feedback too! Thank you for your support xx