A/N: Tiny rant here: I'm sure a great many of you have noticed how differently I portray Madara in my fic and I really hope it's a refreshing change of pace. I can't explain to you how much of a turn off it is to read this assholish, misogynistic, contemptible version of Madara (always paired with a weak-willed, weak-bodied, sexually inexperienced Sakura) that everyone seems to love to write. I run into these fics and I always think "oh, hey, he's abusive trash but maybe it will get better" but I'm always disappointed.
A strong, powerful man who can rip the throat out of an enemy and then use those same hands to caress his lover is incredibly sexy. Sexual assault isn't. A person can be a killer, a crime lord, and otherwise "evil" while simultaneously being affectionate, loving, gentlemanly, and NOT an abusive rapist.
Madara's eyes flicked to the opening door for the hundredth time that night and, just like every other time, he was met with disappointment. He leaned farther back into his chair, attempting nonchalance, as he refolded his ankles from where his feet were propped up on the low table before him.
He dragged his eyes away from the door, his gaze flicking across the masses of Uchiha MC members, supporters, and friends swarming the bar. Unsurprisingly, he didn't spot her hidden among the crowds in the bar that was a near carbon copy of The Dead End.
He took yet another measured sip from his glass of whiskey as Izuna continued to talk about club business next to him. Unfortunately for his younger brother, Madara was far to distracted to hear a word of it.
Sighing silently, he swirled the glass in his hands absentmindedly, watching as the amber liquid formed a whirl.
Madara was beginning to wonder if she would show up at all. Or, rather, he was beginning to suspect that his expectation that she wasn't going to show up at all was accurate, despite the hope he held that it wasn't.
Sakura had left quite an impression on him.
He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since he had dropped her off at her apartment. She was a continuous figure in his mind no matter what he was doing. The entire week had been plagued with constant thoughts of her.
When he ate, he wondered what her favorite foods were. Did she have a sweet tooth? What did she think of sushi? Would she like his favorite food, inarizushi?
When he rode, he imagined the feeling of her clinging to his back. He had briefly wondered if he had shaken off his aversion to people being behind him due to his sudden change of heart with her. That thought was quickly abandoned when Shisui had snuck up behind him in an attempt at a prank and Madara had instinctively elbowed him in the gut so hard that his cousin had nearly lost his lunch. Madara was, bizarrely enough, only comfortable with Sakura at his back...
When he boxed with Izuna or Obito, Madara thought of when she had fought those Senjus at the bar. He wondered where she had trained at and if she still did. He also wondered if she would be up for a dance with him.
When he plunged a knife into the gut of the rat was who had put his family in danger by instigating the battle with the Senju MC at The Dead End, he pondered on what her hobbies might be. As he wiped the blood from his blade and his hands and watched, disinterested, as Obito dragged off the corpse for disposal, he pondered what she did for a living. A teacher maybe? Perhaps a personal trainer? She could easily be a martial artist with how she had easily held her own in that fight and how toned and powerful her lithe body was...
When he went to sleep or woke up, he wondered if she would sleep on top of him like she had at the warehouse. Did she snore? Talk in her sleep? She seemed to be a cuddler, something he was deeply satisfied with. And she apparently woke up at the crack of dawn consistently if seven in the morning was late for her.
When he worked on his bike, he fantasized about her fucking him on it. He would die before he forgot the memory of her riding him. Just the thought of that night sent blood rushing southward.
Sakura had taken root in his mind so deeply that he just couldn't shake her from his thoughts.
The elder Uchiha felt as if he should have been embarrassed for obsessing over the young woman so quickly. He hardly knew a thing about her after all. The only thing they had shared had been a one night stand and, a week later, he still thought of her constantly. He felt like he should have been ashamed...
The door to the bar swung open once again and his eyes shot to the doorway. He frowned deeply as two unknown women entered, his disappointed gaze returning to his half finished glass once again.
More than anything though, Madara wished he had gotten her number. That way he could ask if she was even coming. The suspense was killing him.
He supposed that he could ask his baby nephew if she was coming or not but he suspected that his inquiry would be met with outright hostility.
It had been a long time since Madara had seen Sasuke so pissed. The rest of the club hadn't exactly been thrilled with Madara and Sakura's little tryst either...
Sakura's apartment wasn't been far from the Uchiha MC clubhouse, a tidbit of information that Madara had neatly tucked away as he rode to the clubhouse. He drove around the front of the property, passing by the auto shop the club used as a front, and noted the business had a couple customers. Driving around to the back of the property, he pulled up at a wooden gate boldly painted with the MC's emblem.
Lifting the cover housing the keypad to open the gate, he tapped in the code and the gate swung open. Giving his bike a little throttle, he rode into the compound and parked near the entrance to the clubhouse and next to a half dozen other bikes. The wooden gate automatically shut behind him as he shut off his bike and forced down the kickstand.
Madara hadn't even dismounted his bike before Itachi emerged from the clubhouse and appeared next to him.
"Sleeping with Sakura was in incredibly poor taste," Itachi commented immediately, not even bothering with pleasantries.
Madara quirked an eyebrow at the younger Uchiha, surprised by his forwardness. One glance at Itachi's face, and the tightness around the corners of his mouth and the edges of his eyes, told the club president that his clan mate was deeply upset.
"Is that so? Care to guess what else it is? None of your concern," the elder Uchiha responded coolly, standing to his full height as he dismounted his bike.
"It becomes my concern when your poor decisions lead to chaos in the family. You do realize that Sasuke first met Sakura in elementary school, correct? While you were already in the club, carrying out orders for grandfather? My father watched her grow up alongside Sasuke, myself, and Naruto. Sleeping with her makes you look like a man of ill repute."
"No matter how she became involved with our family, she is still a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. Not some child that was taken advantage of by a man of ill repute," Madara growled, giving Itachi a hard look. "Or is your little brother unable to make his own decisions either? Should I turn him down, despite everything he's done as prospect? If she can't be trusted with her own body, how can I trust him with my life?"
Despite the young man's skill in schooling his features, it was obvious Madara's words affected him. If Sasuke was denied entrance to the club just because of Itachi's words, the youngest Uchiha would never forgive him.
"Sasuke is furious," Itachi stated in monotone before his gaze flicked back to Madara pointedly, "My father is going to be furious…"
"Let them be. You may all treat her as if she were a child but just because you all view her in such a disrespectful manner doesn't mean I will do the same."
"Yes, because fucking a close family friend in a warehouse is the epitome of respect."
The president was surprised by his nephew's tone. It was so rare to hear Itachi cuss and knowing that he was upset enough to do so gave the elder man a new perspective on the situation.
Sakura had apparently been closer to Sasuke and Itachi than he had suspected.
Madara's eyes narrowed. How close, he wondered.
"I suggest you mind the tone you take with your president, secretary," he growled in response.
Itachi and Madara locked gazes, neither backing down for a long moment. It was the younger Uchiha who finally looked away with a barely noticeable sigh, his expression returning to one of neutrality.
"Very well… president."
Madara remained for a few moments before turning on his heel and stepping towards the red and white painted double door leading into the clubhouse.
"And the answer is no," Itachi stated, seemingly out of the blue.
Madara stopped, looking over his shoulder at his nephew. "And the question would be?"
"She's just a family friend," he answered vaguely, his carefully indifferent gaze focused off in the distance.
Madara paused, considering his words, before returning to his walk inside. He passed a row of picnic tables covered in dirty ashtrays which served as the smoking area for the members of the club and their visitors. Itachi remained silent as the elder Uchiha opened one of the double doors leading into the clubhouse and entered their sanctuary.
As the door closed behind him, the president's eyes flicked across the room, taking in the members of the club that were present and any changes to the environment. The two story clubhouse was nearly the same as it was when he was a child.
The main room had a high arching ceiling with a balcony on one side which overlooked the bottom floor. Atop that balcony, behind another set of double doors, was the meeting room for the officers of the club. The room he once stared up at in wonder as a child, where his father would disappear for hours at a time with the officers he had chosen during his leadership, and where Madara himself now gathered his own officers to discuss the more sensitive aspects of club business.
One side of the main room below was dominated by an open bar. He spotted Kagami, their self-designated bartender and clubhouse caretaker, absentmindedly cleaning glasses and neatly arranging the various liquors behind the bar. The young Uchiha disappeared into a doorway behind the bar, one which opened into a hallway leading into the main room and also contained a walk in cooler where they stored beer, various other beverages, and some foodstuffs.
Izuna and Obito sat perched at the bar, surrounded by half empty styrofoam containers from the nearby diner. Obito's eyes flicked up to meet Madara's gaze as soon as the elder entered the clubhouse. They both shared a nod of acknowledgement before the younger Uchiha's attention returned to the book awkwardly held in his one hand. Madara needed to get the one armed man a damn kindle.
Izuna glanced over and gave a halfhearted wave before he returned to whatever it was he was doing on his phone.
Decorating the wall above the bar, surrounding yet another massive painting of the club's crest, were numerous awards and accolades given to the club itself. Awards from the city and various associations recognizing the numerous charity events and organizations the club ran. From toy drives to back-to-school charities for the kids, from animal shelters to homeless shelters, from free scholarships to programs to train new mechanics at their shop, and everything in between, the club did everything in their power to assist the community.
They may do some heinous things behind closed doors but they did their best to make up for it by giving back to the city that gave them a home.
The MC president wasn't surprised by the fact that the only Uchihas present were Izuna, Obito, and Kagami. It was early morning, after all, and the vast majority of the MC held jobs unrelated to the mechanic shop the club ran.
Kagami spent his free time tending to the clubhouse but he was currently working on his law degree, gladly paid for by the clan. The value of a lawyer, especially one already privy to the delicate matters pertaining to club business, was well worth the cost of his schooling. Even if his direct ties to the MC could lead to issues in the future regarding conflicts of interest, preventing family secrets from being revealed to outsiders was worth the hassle of overcoming these hurdles.
Izuna and Madara would occasionally find themselves helping out in the shop but the majority of their funds came from the money they made as independent contractors. Madara held a master's in mechanical engineering while Izuna conversely held a master's in electrical engineering. The money they made independently with their specialized skills bordered on obscene and they supplemented their profits even farther with illicit earnings made through the MC.
Obito, on the other hand, worked as a mechanic in the club run shop. He refused to allow his missing limbs to interfere with his only legitimate work and even more vehemently refused to go on disability to pull in money. Instead, he made nearly all of his money carrying out the more unsavory jobs for the club and used the shop to launder his earnings.
The inseparable trio, Itachi, Shisui, and Izumi, all worked in the shop as well, although it was for much the same reason as Obito: to launder their unlawful income. The three cousins used their earnings to fund their individual and unique passions, such as Itachi's writing, Izumi's music, and Shisui's painting.
The only others who worked in the shop were a couple other clan mates and a few underprivileged teens that the club had taken on as students as part of their charity work. Most of whom appeared to be hard at work.
Madara's eyes continued in their perusal of his home away from home. The pool tables at one end of the room remained empty, the balls neatly arranged in the rack for the next game. A dozen pool cues of various sizes and lengths hung on the wall behind the table.
Precariously close to the pool tables hung a few dart boards and farther still sat a few arcade games. The games remained off until someone wanted to play them. The video games were fun but the sound they made while idling on the main screen was maddening after so long.
None of the paintings of motorcycles and cars had changed. Vinyl records, guitars, and the skulls of various animals remained perched on the walls as out of the ordinary decorations. Numerous framed photos of clan mates, part of the club or not, hung around the room, displaying the pride they all held in their family members. The clan crest decorated nearly every free surface, whether in be between pictures or painted on furniture.
A handful of tables with matching chairs were all empty, the chairs neatly tucked into their homes. One corner of the room was dominated by black leather couches all surrounding a massive flat screen tv. The tv played the local news on mute, black and white closed captioning flicking across the bottom of the screen.
Madara watched for a few minutes to see if they were reporting on their little altercation with the police last night and was satisfied when the newscaster made no mention. It was to be expected. After all, no one from his club had been arrested by the Kiri police force and the club had abandoned the Kiri city limits and fled into Konoha, outside of the police force's jurisdiction, during the chase.
The pigs would leave him and his family alone. The club made sure to never shit where they ate, after all.
Although Madara was very interested in finding out how the Senju MC had found out where his club was going to be that night, in mass and comparatively exposed at Zabuza's secluded bar...
Turning away from the tv, he caught sight of Shisui exiting the hallway leading farther into the clubhouse. The hallway lead to spare rooms for all of the officers of the club, a few bunk rooms for the other patch holders to share, a public bathroom, and a staircase that lead to the meeting room for the officers. His road captain must have made his way here last night and crashed in his spare room.
Shisui caught his eye and, before Madara could say a word, the younger Uchiha leveled him with a harsh glare and turned on his heels to stomp back into the hallway.
'What the hell was that about?' the wild haired Uchiha thought in confusion and with a vague sense of offense, 'Don't tell me he-"
His thoughts were immediately interrupted by Sasuke emerging from that same hallway with fire in his eyes.
"Have fun last night, Prez?" he hissed as he stormed up to Madara.
The elder Uchiha quirked an eyebrow at his furious nephew, easily seeing that this conversation was going to escalate quickly.
"My new friend and I had a quite a lot of fun actually," he answered, Sasuke's scowl deepening so far he nearly bared his teeth, "How that would be of any concern to you though… I couldn't say."
"She's my best friend! She's my sister!"
"And your point is? I fail to see how your friendship somehow translates to your ownership of her."
"I'm not her keeper but she didn't know any better, hopping onto the back of your bike!" Sasuke defended, stepping forward until he was breaching the elder Uchiha's personal space ferociously.
Madara was unmoved by the young man's aggressive gesture, easily standing his ground. "Oh? The way I see it, I'm the only one who helped her. I'm the one who kept those sick Kiri pigs away from her. Where were you, nephew? I don't remember you staying behind to make sure your supposed best friends got out safe."
Sasuke's face flushed with a combination of humiliation and rage. This time he did bare his teeth.
Apparently Madara had touched on a soft spot.
"And then you had the fucking depravity to-!" the younger Uchiha began to yell, raising his voice to his uncle.
"To what, nephew!?" the wild haired Uchiha roared back as he took a step forward, invading Sasuke's personal space threateningly as his nephew had done to him. His sudden outburst immediately cowed the younger man who took a quick step backward in retreat.
The club president huffed out a sigh when he noticed the very real fear that had flashed in his nephew's eyes. He took a breath to reign in his anger before he continued, his tone even once again, "I assume you spoke to her already? Discovered that she's home safe?"
Sasuke scowled once again but remained silent.
"A yes then, I take it? Did I hurt her?" Madara continued, prompting an answer from Sasuke with a drawn out silence.
The young man didn't respond. Instead, his gaze dropped to the floor in embarrassment although his scowl remained.
"No? Of course I didn't. Although you certainly seem eager to find some nefarious intentions on my part. You seemed to see me as some monster who stole away your friend instead of the clan mate who kept her safe when you flooded my phone with your borderline hostile texts last night. Do you truly think so little of your own uncle?"
Their argument had drawn the attention of all three Uchiha at the bar, their expressions varying. Obito looked on with a quirked eyebrow while Kagami bore an expression of utter shock. Izuna, however, maintained a look of barely concealed anger. It was obvious Sasuke's lack of faith in Madara was taken personally by Izuna as well.
"I'm just-" Sasuke started, clinging to his retreating fury as he struggled for words.
"Let me ask you something," the club president interrupted, "Do you feel the same about Izuna? What of Obito? You kept your friends hidden away from us, as if we were animals to be hidden away from, for all these years after all. But not from your brother, Shisui, or Izumi. Are only they good enough for you?"
Sasuke's gaze shot up to meet Madara's, a kind of panic in his eyes at having been caught. "No, I was just-!"
"Just what? Why are you even here if you think so little of us? Why want to join the club if you think of us as fiends?"
"I don't!" He denied vehemently, "I want to stay, I want to join, because you are family, you're all family!"
"Then why don't you show it? And if you're not capable, you can leave. None of us want a club mate that they can't trust, who doesn't trust them, at their backs," Madara informed, leveling his youngest family member with a heavy stare.
"I… of course, uncle…" Sasuke muttered, dropping his head and staring at the floor with an expression nearly resembling regret.
The elder Uchiha would have appreciated an apology but knew he would never get one from his angsty nephew. The fact the young man had settled down this much and had gone back to calling him uncle was impressive, considering how furious he had been.
Madara sighed deeply before he snaked an arm around his nephew's shoulders and dragged him into a rough hug. Sasuke made a noise of surprise and hesitated for a long moment before returning his uncle's embrace with a hard pat on the back.
When the elder Uchiha spoke, he spoke under his breath so only Sasuke could hear. "I know that some parts of the club can be frightening. And I know you're seeing a new side of me now that you're our prospect. But don't forget that I love you, you ungrateful little brat, and I would never hurt you or any of your friends."
He felt as the young man finally released the tension in his shoulders. He patted his nephew on the back before releasing him and leaving him to walk towards the bar that Obito and Izuna occupied, Kagami having politely stepped out to give his president privacy. He perched on one of the barstools with a heavy sigh, eyeing the takeout boxes filled with half eaten breakfast meals.
"And Sasuke?" he started, snatching a piece of cold toast from Izuna's box of takeout before turning to face the youngest clan member.
Sasuke appeared to be stunned, standing like a deer in headlights, before he gave his uncle his full attention.
"Go clean up the warehouse on Dogwood Road. It's filthy."
The young man's stunned expression slowly made way to a look of disgusted realization before he gave his uncle his trademark glare and stormed off. At least this time the young man no longer held the furious tension in his shoulders. Now he just walked with his normal, jaded swagger.
Madara chuckled as he bit into the cold toast. The food may be a touch on the soggy side but it was the first thing he had ingested in nearly twenty four hours, besides whiskey. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until just then and eyed the other half empty boxes for scraps he could pilfer.
As Sasuke swung open the door to leave, Izumi stepped inside. She gave the young man a curious look, surprised by his change in attitude from earlier, before she spotted the president of the club at the bar. Rubbing the grease from her hands off on the legs of her overalls, she walked over to greet him.
"At least someone is working the shop today," Madara greeted before taking another bite from his pilfered breakfast.
"Yeah, some of us like to keep busy…" she commented slyly as she leaned against Izuna's shoulder and gave the Uchiha MC president a pointed look, "Some busier than others…"
Madara huffed, leveling the young woman with a peeved stare. "Truly? You have something to say as well? Should I open a forum so everyone can give their opinions?"
She chuckled in response, crossing her arms across her chest in amusement. "Itachi could construct a survey. I can see it now. The choices would be: 'Doesn't give a shit', 'Treat her well or I'll kick your ass', and 'he's an old pervert'."
Izuna snorted out a laugh, still absorbed in his phone, and Kagami's chuckles could be heard from the cooler, revealing his eavesdropping. Obito remained focused on his book, more interested in Jiraiya's newest novel than the conversation around him.
"Watch it. I've dealt with enough sass today," the wild haired Uchiha grumbled, giving his treasurer a lukewarm glare as he finished his piece of toast.
"The way I see it, she's a grown woman who can make her own choices. You need a woman like her to make an honest man out of you anyways," she continued to tease, both her and Izuna laughing outright at Madara's miffed expression.
Even Obito cracked a smile as he propped his book against his knee so he could flip the page.
"Get back to work," Madara commanded halfheartedly, plucking the last piece of toast out of Izuna's leftover breakfast and delivering his brother a swift kick in the calf. Izuna cussed as he jolted, rubbing his injured leg with one hand.
"Whatever you say, P," Izumi sing-songed in response, jostling Izuna with her shoulder as she pushed off of him.
The brunette hopped up to lean over the bar, reaching into the fridge beneath it to snag a cold ale, before giving the three men the Scout's Salute and sauntering off.
As Madara bit into his next piece of toast, he noticed Obito's amused grin from before still lingered even as the scarred man continued to read his 'romance' novel.
"Well, do you have something to add?" the wild haired Uchiha grumbled in between bites.
"Just that you two make a good match," Obito stated simply, marking his page with his finger and closing his book so he could give his mentor his full attention.
Madara stopped chewing for a moment. "What was that now?"
"She knocked out two Senju for hitting Sasuke. One with her bare hands and the other with a bar stool," he explained, gesturing with his book as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.
"You saw that to then?"
"She'll fit right in," he replied as he flipped open his book and resumed reading once again, "Well, if she comes back, that is. Sasuke is pretty pissed."
The elder Uchiha tried to ignore the warm sensation in his chest. He turned to face his brother, who he now noticed was busy playing a ninja fighting game on his phone, as he finished his last bite of toast.
"And what about you?" Madara asked in exasperation.
"I can't find it in me to give a shit about your hookups, brother," Izuna replied, disinterested, as he tapped away at his phone, "I just hope you used protection."
"Of course I..." he immediately started to defend before his statement petered out, "I, er…"
Izuna looked up from his game just long enough to quirk an eyebrow at his brother. "Get to the doctor, you moron. But take a shower first, you reek like sex, perfume, and grease."
Madara grimaced.
He was glad Sasuke wasn't around to hear this conversation… Madara wasn't sure he would ever gain his nephew's forgiveness if he found out that his uncle had slept with his best friend without even using protection.
"Are you even listening?"
Madara's eyes flicked up from his half empty glass to look at his brother who was levelling him with an irritated stare.
"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as his focus returned to the bar around him.
"Of course not. You've been distracted all week, ever since that night with the girl. You need to get your head out of your ass and focus," Izuna berated, eyes narrowing at his elder brother before he continued, "I was telling you about how we need to go through with the renovation to the auto shop because-"
The doors swung open once again. Madara's gaze flicked over.
Sakura entered.
He blinked a couple times as he stared at her in wonder, not quite believing she had finally made her appearance. He watched as she glanced around the room before her gaze settled on the bar on the opposite side of the room as him. His eyes were glued onto her as she made her way to the bartender and placed an order.
He greedily took her in, his eyes dragging from her head down to her feet. Her short hair was down but her bangs were pinned back so they didn't hang in her face. A legitimate black leather purse hung from her shoulder, a far cry from the tiny clutch she had lost on that back road a week ago. The dark wash scrap of cloth one might call daisy dukes revealed the smooth expanse of toned, creamy thighs and brought back memories of when they had been wrapped around his waist. A cream colored crop top, sans bra once again he noticed with glee, clung to her dainty breasts and emphasized the soft skin of her firm belly. A loose, scarlet (she was wearing his color) shawl barely clung to her shoulders, the sheer fabric flowing around her breezily with her fluid movements. She even wore a pair of combat boots, a tiny, adorable copy of the pair on his own two feet.
She looked magnificent.
"-is really becoming a problem and are you even listening!?" Izuna's aggravated voice finally came into focus again as Madara's feet slid off the table and returned to the floor as he quickly stood.
"Yeah, yeah." He polished off his drink, depositing the empty glass on the table and roughly patting his brother on the shoulder, not once taking his eyes off of Sakura. "Talk to Izumi, get it started. Can't have water leaks in the shop."
"We fixed the leaks three days ago, it's the damned damage that's the problem! Madara!" Izuna fumed but his brother was already off, striding towards the woman who had dominated his thoughts for the past week.
He walked up behind her and placed his hands on either side of her, caging her against the bar. He breathed in her scent, a floral perfume with a distinct feminine undertone that was uniquely her, which flowed over him like a wave and brought with it a rush of excitement. He could feel his heartbeat in his chest.
She had come to see him.
Sakura turned around in his arms to gaze into his onyx eyes, sipping at a colorful drink he didn't even know they served here, and quirked an eyebrow at him.
"It is very nice to see you again, my hellcat," Madara purred, a cat like smirk stretched across his lips, as he leaned down so they were face to face, "You look stunning."
She popped the straw out of her mouth and, without skipping a beat, asked, "Are you clean?"
He blinked, thrown off by her blunt question, before he laughed and dropped his forehead against her shoulder.
He certainly was. He had spent the better part of the afternoon they had separated getting doses of various antibiotics and taking a very invasive STD test after all. He would know for certain at this point.
"Of course..." the Uchiha hummed, sighing happily as he nuzzled her neck and breathed her in, "And you?"
"Mhmm..." she breathed, her heart rate ramping up against his lips.
He grinned as he began pressing kisses from the junction of her shoulder up to her earlobe. Sakura shakily set down her drink on the bar as her free hand clung to his shirt.
"Birth control?" he questioned before he pressed a kiss to the tender skin under her ear.
"Yes…" she uttered softly in response as her other hand came to smooth up his chest, goosebumps raising in her wake.
"Good. That means you can come with me to my place so we can fuck all night again," the wild haired man heatedly whispered into her ear before biting her neck playfully, pulling a breathy gasp from her, "And I can leave new bruises on you..."
"Yes it does..." Sakura's free hand slid down his chest and across his belt. When she cupped him through his jeans, he sucked in a breath. "What are you waiting for then?"
He growled in response as he immediately scooped her up into his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck for support as her thighs closed around his waist. The familiar sensation instantly had arousal shooting through him and spurred him onwards.
He carried her outside, passing by Sasuke whose expression was one of absolute horror, and into the cool night air. He straddled his bike, depositing her back into his lap. He slid her purse from her shoulder, jamming it into his saddle bag so she wouldn't lose it. Again.
As Madara reached to turn the key to his vehicle, Sakura dragged his attention away by cupping his face. She stunned him by pulling him into a soft, tender kiss.
He paused, the entirety of his being focusing on her as his once frenzied movements came to a halt. Instead of their last kiss, one of instant and incredible fiery passion, this kiss was a slow burn. Her lips moved against his sweetly, like how someone would kiss someone they loved and not just someone they just wanted to sleep with. His heart swelled in his chest as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Her arms slid down to wrap around his neck, beneath his unruly hair.
Her doting kisses slowly morphed into ones of passion as she sensually slid her tongue along the seam of his lips. Instead of biting this time, however, his hands just tightened around her, holding her firmly against his chest. When he pressed his tongue between her lips, she mewled softly and arched against him.
He wasn't sure he had ever been kissed like this…
It was so passionate but not in a way he was used to, not in the way they had shared before. The sweetness behind it took his breath away.
The passion between them slowly rose to a peak as their mouths and tongues moved against one another's languorously. She broke the kiss suddenly, both of them panting as she dropped her forehead against his. It took a long moment for him to regain his bearings after the bliss he had been enveloped in.
"Aren't we going to your house?" Sakura panted against his lips with a teasing smile, challenging him.
The corner of the Uchiha's lip quirked up in amusement. She was perfect.
He leaned forward to press another lingering kiss to her lips and to turn the key to the ignition. To her credit, she didn't even jump at the sound of his bike starting. When he leaned back, intent on letting her move so she was sitting behind him, she followed the motion and, sneaking under his curtain of hair, planted her soft lips to the tender skin of his neck.
He groaned, the deep sound overwhelmed by his idling bike. She continued to press soft, affectionate kisses to his throat, slowly making her way to his ear.
"Just go," she commanded against his ear before nipping his earlobe.
Madara dug his fingers into her hip in surprise. He had to drag his hands away from her and onto the handlebars of his bike. She was making it very difficult for him to focus as she continued with her affection but he forced himself to be present as he adjusted into a decent riding position. The feeling of her moving against him, her thighs sliding against his sides as she moved her feet into a safe spot, distracted him for a long moment.
Mentally shaking himself, he turned the throttle and sped out of the asphalt parking lot.
Despite his house being such a short distance away and despite the fact he had sped the entire trip, the ride felt as if it dragged on forever. Sakura kept pressing kisses to his neck, interspersed with sweet love bites that were more tender than teeth.
When he finally pulled up at his darkened home, he immediately clicked the button on his garage opener, a small dongle that hung from his keys. He walked his bike into the clean workspace and parked next to his seldom used truck. The garage door closed behind them.
When the ebony haired man shut off his bike and forced down the kickstand, his lover startled him by sinking her teeth into his neck and sucking hard. He bucked up against her, a hiss of pleasure escaping his lips, as his hands shot to her hips. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off his bike as he stood. He wasn't wasting any more time.
As he carried her towards the door leading into his home, he noticed her craning her neck and looking around.
"You can explore tomorrow morning, little hellion," he assured, freeing one hand so he could open the door.
"I want to see now though..." she pouted.
"How about this... for each room I take you to, you lose one article of clothing," he suggested, Sakura pulling back to gaze down at him.
"Deal."
He smirked. "Garage."
Sakura removed her arms from his shoulders so she could pull off her scarlet shawl. Instead of letting her drop it on the dirty floor of his garage, he pushed open the door with his foot where she dropped it on the clean carpet.
"Entryway," the Uchiha continued, quirking an eyebrow in amusement when she toed off one shoe.
He pulled open the door closest to him, revealing a closet filled with coats, scarves, shoes, and umbrellas.
"Closet," he sassed, drawing a laugh from his lover as she pulled off her other shoe.
Before walking farther into his house, he toed off his own boots, abandoning them next to their tiny copies. As he walked further into his home, he flipped light switches, illuminating his path.
He entered his living room, the living space furnished with a maroon sectional, a matching armchair, a glass coffee table, a few bookshelves filled to the brim, a entertainment center, and a flat screen mounted on the wall. A banner with the Uchiha MC crest decorated one wall and a bar separated his living room from the still halfway darkened kitchen. The woman in his arms took it all in greedily.
"Living room."
"Nice decorating," Sakura complimented as she tugged off her off white crop top and revealed her bare breasts, unrestricted by a bra.
Madara hummed in satisfaction, hoisting her farther up into his arms so he could press a kiss between her petite breasts. She sighed in delight, her arms wrapping around his neck. When his mouth closed around one of her rosy nipples, her fingers dug into his wild mane of hair.
He walked forward to set her down on the bar dividing his kitchen and living room. Her thighs remained locked around his waist as he pressed her down against the cool surface of the granite countertops. She yelped, jolting back up against him when her bare back met the cold stone.
He chuckled as his gloved hands slid down her sides, gliding over the curve of her waist, and settled on the waistband of her jean shorts.
"Kitchen…" he purred, unbuttoning her shorts with a pop as she leaned back on her elbows and loosened her legs from his waist.
Madara dropped his head down to her chest to catch her untouched nipple in his mouth. He unzipped her shorts as he dragged his tongue across the sensitive peak, drawing a sigh from Sakura. As he pulled her shorts down her legs, he pressed kisses from between the valley of her breasts down to her navel. Her deceptively delicate looking hands reached down to cling to his shoulders, her back falling flat against the countertop, as her shorts and his gloves fell to the floor, forgotten.
"Oooh!" he suddenly declared with glee.
"What?" Sakura breathed in confusion, her eyes hazy with arousal as she tilted her head to look down at the man between her legs.
"I didn't notice this before…" he hummed in delight as he ran a calloused thumb over the delicate tattoo of a cherry blossom on her hip.
"Oh, I'm not surprise-oooh..." she started softly before she was cut off by him sensually running his tongue across the ink, "...not surprised you didn't with how busy we were…"
He pressed a few delicate kisses to the soft skin of her belly before he nipped the tender flesh below her navel. She groaned in surprise, her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulder and the leather of his cut.
"I wonder what other little secrets you have…" he hummed against her skin before sliding his tongue across his lovebite.
"I guess you'll just have to find out," she purred.
He looked up at her with a wild smirk before wrapping his arms under her rear and easily lifting her back into his arms.
"It's obviously my fault for not being attentive enough to you before…" he decided as he re-entered the hallway and carried her towards one of the final rooms in his house
"You can make it up to me," she whispered as she cradled his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his, spoiling him with her affectionate kisses once again.
The Uchiha toed open the second to last door and used his free hand to flip the lightswitch. A meticulously clean yet simple bathroom was revealed. The plainness of the porcelain toilet, white counter tops, white bath/shower combo, and spotless off-white tiles was only offset by a silver lined medicine cabinet, a wine colored shower curtain, and a matching bathroom rug.
He broke their kiss just long enough to mutter "Bathroom."
Resuming their kiss, he set her on the edge of the counter and reached behind him to blindly tug off her socks. A job made more difficult by the fact she refused to unwind her legs and let him escape from the heat between her thighs.
She did release her hold on his neck so she could slide her hands down his chest. She tugged his shirt out from between their bodies so she could run her hands underneath the cloth and across the bare skin of his chest. As they shared a passionate kiss, tongues sliding against one another, she dragged her fingernails across his flesh. He gripped her hips so he could grind himself against her barely clothed core, his rock hard member straining against the rough fabric of his jeans.
When Sakura moaned into his mouth, Madara wasted no time in scooping her into her arms and carrying her to the final room in his home.
He flipped on the lights, illuminating his bedroom. His most private sanctuary was decorated simply, a king sized bed with a garnet colored blanket and pillows being the dominate feature. A couple nightstands stood on either side of the bed, both holding lamps which were the sole source of light for the room. A wooden chest sat at the foot of his bed, a dresser stood at one side of the room, and a closet with mirrored sliding doors at the other.
She didn't seem to care about his home anymore. Instead, she seemed far more concerned with getting underneath his clothes.
"Bedroom," he finished, his voice deep from arousal, as he set her down on the edge of the bed.
Madara pushed her down against the blankets before slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties. He paused for a moment, grinning wolfishly as he finally realized that she had worn a cherry red thong.
"For me?" he purred as he slid the strip of cloth down her thighs.
"Maybe," Sakura teased as she lifted her rear so he could pull off her last article of clothing.
"You spoil me." And I intended to spoil her.
He leaned over her, his wild hair forming a curtain around them, and kissed her deeply once again. His lover's hands immediately smoothed against his chest before he grinded himself against her bare core and drew a shaky gasp from her.
The arousing dichotomy of her being completely naked while he remained fully clothed wasn't lost on him. Just imagining how it must look, her nude and wrapped around him while he was still dressed in his jeans and cut, had blood traveling southward.
The Uchiha pulled back so he could press an open mouthed kiss to her throat. She sighed in ardor as he continued his trip downward, lavishing her with kisses and gentle love bites as his long hair teased her skin. His hands smoothed across her creamy flesh, cupping her breasts and running the pads of his thumbs across her hardened nipples.
As he passed down her breasts, circled his tongue around her navel, and nipped at the delicate skin of her belly, his hands slid down her sides.
He grasped her muscled thighs in his hands, spreading her legs even farther and revealing her center to him once again. Hooking her thighs over his shoulders, he kissed the insides of her knees, the leather of his cut crinkling as she pulled him closer. As he slowly kissed his way towards her center, the heady, feminine scent of her arousal washed over him. His cock twitched in his pants at the evocative scent.
When he bit the inside of her thigh, she gasped and her legs tensed around his shoulders. He smirked against her skin before planting an open mouthed kiss to her clit.
Sakura released a pained sounding moan as she bucked against his mouth. His lips and tongue moved against her most sensitive place, carefully easing her into the pleasure. His bangs tickled the tender skin of her belly and nearly concealed him from her. Her fingers dug into his wild mane of hair, holding him against her. When he groaned against her clit, her hips twitched against his mouth.
Madara grabbed onto her hips, digging his fingers into the tender flesh, as he dragged his tongue across her sopping opening, tasting her arousal. She gasped when he dipped his tongue inside of her only to return to her hardened nub.
Dragging one of his hands away from her hips, he snuck it beneath his chin. As he slipped a finger into her depths, drawing a keen of pleasure from his lover, his free hand caressed the skin of her hip and thigh.
He easily slipped another finger into her soaking opening, her body relaxed in his lustful embrace. He leisurely pumped his fingers into her, rapidly bringing her to her precipice.
When he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, his lover cried out in ecstasy. Her fingers tightened in his hair almost painfully as she came, her channel squeezing around his fingers. She shook in his arms, her hips bucking against his lips, as he felt her arousal drip down his fingertips. After her intense climax, he gradually eased up until he was gently circling his tongue around her clit and bringing forth further, gentler waves of her orgasm.
He slid his fingers out of her, lapping his tongue against her dripping opening with a hum of satisfaction. When he dragged his tongue across her clit again, she squeaked and held him back with her thighs. He looked up at her, making eye contact with her from between her thighs and through his obsidian bangs, and smirked at her heated blush.
"Too much?" The Uchiha purred, pressing a wet kiss to her inner thigh without looking away from her eyes. He licked his lips slowly, cleaning her slick fluids from his mouth before he made a show of sucking his fingers clean.
"I just want to feel you inside of me this time," Sakura finally breathed desperately, her lover's already painfully hard member straining in his jeans.
"If that's what you desire," he hummed, sliding her thighs off of his shoulders so he could stand.
"And for you to take off your damned shirt," she tacked on with a pleasure-dazed smile as she sat up to grasp the edges of his cut, running her fingers down the zippered edges until she released him.
He chuckled deeply as he shucked off his cut and turned to carefully hang it on one of the hooks in his closet. He grabbed the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head and dropping it onto the floor carelessly.
When he turned back to face her, he noticed Sakura's gaze flick up from where she had been looking at his lower back. He held his breath, berating himself internally, when he realized she had spotted the handgun tucked into the holster in the waistband of his jeans. He worried that she would be intimidated and that he would scare her away due to his carelessness.
He was surprised when he noticed that instead of showing any ounce of concern, she appeared to be that much more turned on. She rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip as her eyes dragged up his tattooed chest.
Madara breathed out in relief before returning to the space between her thighs, a place she eagerly accepted him back into. Pressing a heated kiss to her lips, he felt a thrill of arousal as her hands explored the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.
As she explored, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, his weeping member eagerly bouncing out. With the handgun weighing down his jeans, his pants easily slid down to the floor where he stepped out of them. Her dainty hand wrapped around his throbbing length, drawing a pleasured hiss from him as he bucked into her hand.
As Sakura slowly pumped him, she began pressing tender kisses to his neck and chest. Her free hand skimmed across the planes of muscles of his chest as she continued lavishing him with her honeyed kisses. She was being so sweet and gentle with him, much like how she had been at the bar, that it hurt.
Madara gently pushed her away from him and back against the blankets. She followed the motion, dragging her fingernails down his chest as she went. He followed her onto the bed, sealing their lips together as he spread her legs wide around him.
One of his hands slipped between her thighs, his fingers slipping into her passage once again to gather her dew onto his fingertips. She moaned against his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue between her lips. She happily met him, despite the taste of her on his tongue, as her arms snaked around his neck, holding him close.
He removed his fingers from her so he could wet the head of his weeping cock and prepare himself for her. When he settled against her, the tip of his member pressed against her folds, she mewled against his lips. He buried himself into her slowly, filling her to the brim with one long thrust. She arched against him, breaking their kiss so she could cry out in pleasure.
As he pulled out and sunk back into her, her legs circled around his waist. Her hips tilted with the movement, allowing him even deeper passage into her. He slowly increased his pace, focusing on keeping himself from cumming from how aroused he already was. He wanted to grab onto her hips and just slam into her until he found his release but, more than that, he wanted to feel as she rose to the peak of rapture around him and lose himself in her bliss.
When Sakura's moans increased in volume, Madara decided to make good on his promise from before. He pressed a few heated kisses to her throat before sinking his teeth into her neck. She cried out in pleasure, her heels digging into his lower back and demanding he fuck her harder. He happily obliged, his hands sneaking under her to grasp at her shoulders. He used his grip to fill her even harder, his lover's groans encouraging him.
He sealed his lips around his lovebite, sucking hard so he could leave another bruise on her creamy skin. She breathed indistinct cries of ecstasy as her fingernails clawed at his back, sending rushes of arousal through his veins.
He released the skin of her neck, running his tongue across the wound he had left behind. Her fingers snaked into his hair, drawing him back against her throat and silently demanding he continue. A pleasure mad smirk spread across his lips as he fulfilled her wish, biting into the sensitive skin of her neck once again. She moaned as she began to meet his thrusts with frenzied bucks of her own.
When Sakura came the second time, her entire body trembled in his arms. He let loose a shuddering breath as her passage fluttered around him. Her grip in his hair tightened and her fingernails dug into his back so hard he knew she was going to leave marks. He finally released the desperate hold he had maintained on his own arousal and immediately came within her.
Madara groaned deep in his throat as he nipped at her shoulder, thrusting into her as deeply as he could and emptying himself within her. He held her against him tight as he filled her with his seed, his member flexing inside of her as he came. He ground his hips against her clit, drawing another spasm and a groan from his lover.
Finally finished emptying himself in her, he pulled back, his slowly softening member still buried in her folds. His hands slid down to grip her hips and keep him seated in her as he sat up on his knees. He panted as he admired her flushed, heaving chest, the bruises coming to the surface on her neck and shoulder, and his length still buried within her.
Sakura looked down at him, making eye contact, and smirked mischievously.
"See something you like?" she teased, still catching her breath.
The Uchiha chuckled deeply. "Everything."
"Hmm, good answer," she purred, smiling wider as she moved to sit up.
His member slipped out of her as she sat up onto her knees, her cat like smile widening as her gaze purposefully slipped downward. His cum slick cock pulsed as her head dropped down and as her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. His breath caught in his chest when she ran her tongue from the base of his half hard member up to the head.
She circled her tongue around the head of his length before wrapping her lips around his tip. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as she continued to circle her tongue around him, sucking gently. She slowly took more of his rapidly hardening member into her mouth, meticulously cleaning their shared arousal off of him with her tongue.
He groaned deep in her chest when she removed her hand, pleasuring him with only her mouth. He watched in amazed disbelief as her lips travelled passed the border her fingers once made, his hips twitching as he felt his tip slip deep into her mouth.
She pulled all the way back, circling her tongue around his tip and sucking before taking him completely.
Madara released a shaky breath, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape his lips as he felt the head of his cock slide into Sakura's throat.
He moved her hair out of her face and tangled his fingers in her locks so he could better watch as she took his entire length into her mouth, her nose brushing against his coarse curls.
"Sweet gods, woman…" he groaned as she palmed his balls, rolling them in her fingers.
His eyes snapped up to her toned ass swinging sensually before his gaze returned to her taking him all the way. She wasn't even moving quickly, just affectionately and attentively drawing him into her throat and sucking him off. She pulled back to catch her breath, her tongue and lips teasing his tip, before sinking back down again.
"Sakura…" he grumbled, his voice deep with arousal, in an attempt to let her know he wasn't going to last much longer. He had never felt anything like this and the overwhelmingly erotic sight of her deep throating him was more than he could bare.
Instead of pulling back like he had expected, her hand which had been palming his balls gripped the back of his thigh. She pumped him with her mouth a few times before sinking all the way down his cock and drawing him even farther into her throat. He took in a harsh breath as she swallowed around his length and dragged his release out of him.
Sakura continued to swallow around his pulsing length, her muscles stimulating him in a way he had never been before, as he came in her throat. Madara released a low groan as he bucked against her lips, his lover not even being phased as he sunk even deeper into her welcoming mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her against him, as he came in hard bursts. Her fingernails dug into his thigh as he dumped ejaculate down her throat.
Once he finally calmed and she pulled back, he immediately released her hair. Her lips kept a tight seal around his member as she slowly pulled away, cleaning her spit off of him. A line of saliva connected her mouth to his member, one which she severed as she licked her lips.
She panted, catching her breath and cleaning the edges of her lips with her fingertips, as she sat back on her knees. His member twitched, already desperate to be within her again, as he took in her swollen lips and truly realized what she had just done to him.
"Turn around," the Uchiha commanded, his voice gravelly.
Sakura looked up at him, pausing as she wiped the corner of her lips off with her thumb, with an almost innocent looking expression.
Gods, he knew better now. There was nothing innocent about this hellion of a woman.
The corner of her lip quirked up, nearly hidden by her thumb, before she happily obeyed. She slowly spun around, revealing her glistening opening and a thin trail of cum seeping from her. He couldn't care less that she had dripped onto his bedspread.
Madara pressed between her shoulderblades until she sunk down, holding herself up on her hands. He pushed even farther until she sunk down to her elbows, baring herself to him. As he slipped two fingers into her, his digits easily sliding into her hot passage, he pushed farther still until her chest was pressed into the mattress. She moaned into his bedspread as he pulled out his fingers to tease her clit.
As he drew rapid circles around her sensitive nub, Sakura spread her legs and bucked back against him with euphoric breaths. Despite having already came twice that night, his member was already eagerly hardening once again. He used his cum slick fingers to coat the head of his member before he immediately hilted himself within her.
She cried out in ecstasy, spreading her legs wide as she eagerly met his thrust. He dropped his hands on either side of her as he immediately set a fast pace. As he drove into her, he brought a hand in between her thighs to draw rapid circles around her clit.
Sakura barely muffled her moans into his blanket as her fingers fisted around his pillows. At this angle, he could once again feel the head of his member pressing against her innermost barrier as he filled her.
When Madara pulled his hands back so he could grip her hips, her own hand dropped between her legs to replace his. As he pounded into her, his hand slid across her rear so he could rub the tight ring of muscles of her rear opening with his thumb. Her moans sounded desperate as she bucked back against him roughly.
He groaned deep in his throat. "Like that, hellcat?"
Sakura made a noise of agreement as she pressed her hips back against him. He hissed in pleasure as he wet his pointer finger in his mouth, never relenting in his thrusts. He rubbed his saliva slick finger against her rear opening, drawing a gasp of pleasure from his lover, before dipping his finger into her. Her breathing stuttered as she thrust back against him, her passage twitching around his length.
Madara gently thrust his wet finger into Sakura's ass as his unyielding cock filled her ceaselessly. She braced herself against his headboard to met his thrusts even harder, her moans increasing in volume. She came with a cry, both of her passages squeezing around him. Her tight ring of muscle rhythmically clutched around his finger in perfect time with her fluttering feminine passage.
He slipped his finger from her so he could drop his hands to either side of her and lean over her. As she continued to draw out her own bliss, her channel clenching around him, he set a brutal pace. Every thrust touched her deepest place and drew a twitch of pleasure from his still orgasming lover.
When he finally finished, it was with a deep groan as he spilled himself against her welcoming wall. Her plush inner barrier cradled the head of his dick and her passage caressed his throbbing length as he came as deeply inside of her as he could manage.
As they both relaxed, Madara's bruising grip on her hips loosened and she pulled her hand back from her clit. They both tried to catch their breath, still wrapped up in the most intimate of embraces.
When he finally slipped out of her, his lover sunk against the bed spread until she was lying flat on her belly. He huffed out a laugh as he brushed her damp hair to one side of her neck. He caged his arms around her and leaned down to gently kiss the bruised skin on her bare shoulder, his wild mane forming a curtain around them.
"That... that was amazing..." she panted.
The Uchiha chuckled. "Good... there's far more where that came from."
Sakura smiled sweetly into the blankets, eyes still closed, as she blindly reached up to thread her fingers into his raven hair. His smirk warmed into a smile, his heartbeat quickening as an unfamiliar warmth settled in his chest.
He pressed another kiss to her shoulder before nuzzling her neck affectionately.