A/N: Content warning: Graphic depictions of violence.

Madara silently sighed for the third time that night as Sakura shot forward into a sitting position and made a frustrated noise at the massive screen in front of them.

His plan for their second date hadn't gone exactly as planned…

The two laid in a makeshift bed comprised of numerous blankets and pillows haphazardly tossed together in the bed of his truck. Their comfortable little nest was toasty and warded off the chilly autumn air as they spent their Halloween night at the Konoha Drive-In Theater's horror movie marathon.

A far cry from the drunken and otherwise wildly intoxicated Halloween bashes that the MC threw. Although it was probably better for both of them that they weren't surrounded by blitzed men and women in little to no clothing, lest someone start a brawl.

Madara had, however, hoped that he could use this opportunity as an excuse to cuddle up with his old lady. It had been a pretty simple, to the point plan: take Sakura to the horror movie marathon, she'd get scared and snuggle up to him, and he'd get to spend the night cuddling his woman.

Never had one of his plans backfired in such a spectacular way. Instead, Sakura was enraptured by the gory movies projected into the massive screen in front of them. Sometimes she'd even jolt forward, like a fan watching a football game, and berate the characters on screen.

She had make comments about how a head wound wouldn't bleed like that if someone was hit in the head with an axe (she knew, she had seen it - he also knew because he had done it), how the half dressed woman should have used the opportunity she had to take out the temporarily incapacitated serial killer instead of running away, and how the main character could have easily escaped through the locked door if they'd just kicked it in the right spot instead of uselessly tugging at it.

While it had been enamoring and sometimes amusing to watch his old lady's inner Valkyrie emerge, the Uchiha couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. He had wanted her affection after all, but she seemed more interested in giving commentary and making eyes at the gore on screen than in him.

He should have known better. Of course his hellcat wouldn't be scared of horror movies and cling to him like a frightened dame. She was a damn ER nurse and one of the strongest women he had ever met.

Maybe it would have been better if they had just gone to the clubhouse for the yearly Halloween bash after all... At least he would be drunk right now, she would be perched in his lap, and he might have had the opportunity to see his woman dressed up in some skimpy outfit.

Sakura scoffed loudly when a barely dressed blonde woman started running and screaming, trying to escape from the power walking serial killer in six inch heels. She growled something under her breath, glaring at the screen, before she sighed deeply and sunk back into the bed of blankets.

She turned away from the movie to lie against him, dramatically tossing her arm around his middle and settling against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"This movie is terrible," she grumbled into his shirt.

Madara huffed out a laugh. "You're just upset because the cast is comprised of idiots."

She sighed in exasperation, burying her face further against him, as his hand slid down to settle on her hip.

"Tch, we would have taken out the killer within the first twenty minutes," she declared, her voice muffled against his chest.

"We're also highly trained in numerous forms of martial arts and unflappable in the face of gore or conflict. Not a group of half dressed teenagers with the combined intelligence of a turnip," he reminded.

"Shush, you. You're not supposed to make sense."

He chuckled, running the palm of his broad hand up and down her side, memorizing the feel of the dip in her waist.

They laid like this for a long moment, Sakura cuddled up to him and Madara enjoying the first real bit of affection he had gotten all night. The sound of a woman screaming and a chainsaw was a strange backdrop to their second real date.

His wandering hand stuttered to a halt as he felt her fingers slowly begin to slide down his chest. She tilted her head up to nuzzle his neck, pressing a lingering kiss to his throat.

"I think I know how to make the night a bit more enjoyable…" his lover purred into his ear as her hand slipped beneath the hem of his shirt.

Her hand slowly slid up his chest, her fingertips sensually brushing across the defined muscles of his abdomen.

"Oh?" the Uchiha prompted, shivering when she dragged her fingernails down his chest.

"Just a thought…" Sakura hummed as her hand slipped underneath the blanket and down to the front of his jeans and cupped his already hardening length through his pants.

"A good thought…" he returned, his fingertips squeezing her hip as he restrained himself from bucking into her hand.

She chuckled softly before beginning to press lingering kisses to his neck. Her deft fingers unhooked his belt and undid the front of his jeans. She snuck her hand into his pants to wrap her hand around his now hard length, him sucking in a breath through his nose.

As she carefully pulled his hardened member from his pants and began to pump him, her kisses migrated from his throat up to his jaw. She pressed little pecks from his ear to his chin, following the line of his jaw, until she pressed their lips together.

Madara threaded his fingers into her hair, firmly holding Sakura against him as they shared a passionate kiss. She released a tiny groan as he slid his tongue across her lower lip. Her fingers tightened around his length, squeezing his tip in a way that made his member throb, as he pressed his tongue between her parted lips.

Their lips and tongued moved together passionately, her affection making his heart race in his chest. Her soft hand continued to pump his length as he dragged his tongue across hers.

She pulled away from him slowly, leaving him in a daze. His eyes widened in surprise when she gave him a sly smirk and snuck beneath the blankets. When she settled between his legs, there was a moment of anticipation, his heart racing as excitement raced down to his toes.

When he felt her warm mouth close around the head of his member, he sucked in a breath through his teeth and dropped his head back against the pillows.

Sakura took her time in drawing him into her mouth, her skilled tongue languorously circling around his member as her soft lips massaged the head of his length. Her fingers gripped the base of his cock, slowly pumping his shaft as her skilled mouth teased his tip.

Madara resisted the urge to buck into her mouth as his hand snuck beneath the blankets. He combed his fingers through her bangs, blindly brushing them out of her face, before he gently fisted her locks in his hand. He felt more than heard her moan, the vibrations against his member making his hips twitch.

Her lips sunk lower and lower down his shaft, welcoming him further into her warm mouth. His seeping tip slowly dipped deeper into her mouth until his head teased the back of her throat. She pulled back, her hand stroking his base where her lips could not reach in this position.

Her tongue dragged across the underside of his head as she retreated before she sunk back down again, drawing his painfully hard member far into her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair as she unhurriedly sucked him off, alternating between taking him into the back of her throat and swirling her tongue around his tip.

He was quickly drawing air into his lungs, desperate to keep from groaning aloud at her treatment of him. The affection he felt behind her lust made his heart race from more than just the pleasure. He could feel his release welling quickly, overwhelmed by her slow and fastidious attention.

His lover released the base of his cock, her hand slipping down to grasp his sac. She rolled his balls in her soft hand as her mouth sunk down to take him deeply. His fingers tightened in her hair, silently communicating to her that he was close.

The Uchiha swore that he could feel her smile around his member as she continued to palm him. She drew back to run her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she dragged her tongue across the tip of his member. She tightly wrapped her lips around his head, sucking gently, before sinking down once again.

Once he felt his tip hit the resistance from the back of her throat, she pulled back and sunk down once again much quicker than before. After having been slowly and meticulously sucked off before, her sudden increase in speed, and the depth in which she drew him in, was nearly overwhelming.

He hissed out a breath through his teeth, keeping a desperate hold on the groan building in his chest. His other hand snuck beneath the blanket to sink into her hair, gripping her locks with both hands. He heard her moan as well as felt it against his cock as she continued to bob up and down his length. His member hardened even farther in her mouth, hinting at his impending finish.

Madara gripped her hair, holding her against him as far as she could take it, as he finally came in her welcoming mouth. Sakura's hand continued to palm his sac, adding a whole other level to his pleasure, as he shot his hot load against her throat. Her warm mouth massaged his throbbing cock as she swallowed each burst of cum. His hips twitched under the force of his finish, his rock hard length flexing in her mouth as he came in spurts.

When he finally finished releasing himself into her mouth, he also released his grip on her hair. She pulled back, keeping her lips tight around his shaft to gather any remaining saliva and semen. She wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking as she swirled her tongue around his head.

He twitched hard, unable to hold back a growl, as she teased him. She pulled back fully, releasing his length from her mouth, but dragged her tongue across his tip one final time, dipping the tip of her tongue against the hole to gather any remaining cum.

When she finally emerged from the blankets, her head of messy hair popping up from between his legs, they were both panting hard.

Sakura licked her lips, brushing her wild hair out of her face before she attempted to finger comb the worst of it. She crawled out from between his legs, rolling over back into her side of their nest with a cat like smile.

"You're going to pay for that, you know," Madara promised, voice deep from arousal.

"I'm waiting…" she sing-songed in response, the sound of screaming from the forgotten horror movie making an interesting back splash.

He growled as he crawled towards her, causing her to bite her lower lip to hide her flirty smile. He tugged back the blankets, sliding underneath and between her spread legs. He slid his hand beneath her shirt, pulling up the fabric so he could press kisses to her soft belly. As he kissed the sensitive skin, his free hand pulled down her shorts and panties.

The Uchiha nipped at the tender skin beneath her navel when he smelled her heady arousal, his member already half hard in his jeans once again. He tugged her shorts and underwear down onto one ankle, exposing her to him completely beneath the concealing layers of blankets.

He sunk his fingers into her toned thighs, spreading her legs wide for him. One hand slid down her thigh to her center, him wanting to feel how aroused she was. When his fingertips brushed across her entrance, he softly moaned at how wet she already was.

Sakura was soaking from just having sucked him off, her fluids dripping from her feminine passage. He rubbed his fingertips across her opening, his lover's thighs twitching around him. Dipping his fingers into her sopping channel, his cock throbbing in his pants at how easily she accepted his penetrating fingers.

He pumped his fingers into her, intending on ripping her orgasm out of her as revenge for teasing him earlier.

As Madara thrust his fingers into his lover's feminine passage, he dropped his head down to press a sloppy kiss to her clit. Her hips twitched against his mouth, seeking out more friction against her most sensitive place, but he flattened his free hand against her soft belly and held her down.

Parting his lips, he pressed an open mouth kiss to her clit. He pressed a couple lingering kisses to her most sensitive place before he dragged his tongue across her swollen nub hard.

This time, he heard a broken moan spill from her lips, followed by the sound of skin against skin. He nearly smirked when he realized she had slapped her hand against her mouth.

His fingers continued to thrust into her slick opening as his tongue slid across her clit unforgivingly. He pleasured her relentlessly, holding her down with his strong grip to keep her from bucking against his lips or shying away from his rough treatment.

Sakura struggled against the hand that held her hips down, desperately trying to press her core against him harder. He took her hint and licked her clit with more force, his tongue pleasuring her most sensitive place without mercy as his penetrating fingers continued to spread her soaking inner walls.

He was surprised by how quickly she came, her body twitching beneath him as pleasure rocketed through her in waves. He eased up, gently circling his tongue around her clit as she orgasmed hard, her sopping opening soaking his fingers in cum.

Madara dragged out her orgasm as far as he could but, when her shaking subsided, he refused to release her. Instead, he roughly dragged his tongue across her clit, beginning his relentless treatment from before once again. Her hips jerked against his restraining hand as he heard her gasp.

He slipped his fingers out of her, sinking down so he could taste her arousal. He dragged his tongue across her opening, gathering her heady dew. He lapped his tongue against her, tasting her and making his lover struggle against his grip. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her soaking channel, swirling it around her opening twice, before he returned to her swollen clit.

His still wet fingers plunged into her again without pretense, her clit twitching beneath his lips as he fucked her with his fingers. His lover tried to arch against his mouth but he kept her steady with the restraining hand against her belly.

Tongue gently lapping against her pleasure point, he slowly increased in pressure. Her walls tightened around his fingers, as if urging him to fuck her harder, so he did. He thrust his fingers into her quicker, reaching deep within her.

One of her hands snuck down beneath the blanket and she tangled her fingers into his wild hair, not so gently holding him against her. He groaned against her core, drawing a shiver from his lover.

Madara felt as her hot walls clenched around his intruding fingers even tighter than before, signaling her impending orgasm. He swirled his tongue around her clit roughly, his fingers unrelenting, as she came for the second time.

Sakura's body trembled as she orgasmed, the jolts of ecstasy shooting through her making her shake beneath his hands. He continued to pleasure her forcefully, his tongue still circling her clit unwaveringly as her passage dripped the product of her arousal down his fingers.

His fingers continued to reach deep within her even as he slowly eased up in his treatment of her clit. She continued to quiver in bliss as her second orgasm coursed through her until she slowly calmed in his arms

Determined to drag her third orgasm out of her, Madara sealed his lips around her clit and sucked. He heard her moan through her nose, her hips shaking beneath him, as he sucked on her pleasure point. He swirled his tongue around the nub in his mouth, pleasuring her exposed clit directly in a way that he knew must have been intense.

He refused to let up, his fingers pounding into her dripping hole so hard and fast that he could hear the wet sound the action made.

He continued this intense treatment of her, refusing to yield until she came for him a third time.

Sakura started quivering beneath him, her walls suddenly squeezing around his fingers so tightly he wished his cock was buried in her, before she came violently. Her entire body trembled, her walls clenching around his fingers in time with her throbbing clit. A burst of hot arousal flowed from her already dripping wet passage and soaked his unrelenting fingers and the palm of his hand.

Madara could hear her trying to hide her desperate noises behind her hand as her grip on his hair tightened to the border of pain. He continued to suck, drawing even more maddened twitches of ecstasy and even more fluids from her folds.

He finally released her, pulling back the hand that had been pinning her down so he could grab onto her hips and drag her closer to his mouth. She immediately bucked against his lips hard, desperate to be closer to him as her orgasm continued to thunder through her.

He released his hold on her clit to redraw her pleasure point into his mouth. He sucked even harder, rubbing the pad of his tongue across her exposed nub roughly and dragging more waves of her intense orgasm out of her.

When her thighs finally relaxed and her shaking began to subside, he released his suction and instead began to leisurely circle his tongue around her pleasure point. His fingers' thrusts slowed until he was penetrating her gently, his digits easily sliding into her literally dripping wet core.

"Gods, I can't do another one…" Sakura desperately gasped from above him, her hand sliding from out of his hair and flopping onto the bed of the truck limply, making him smirk against her folds.

Madara slipped his fingers out of his lover, his tongue sliding down from her clit to her soaking opening. He lapped up her pleasured fluids, groaning quietly to himself as he tasted her heady arousal.

He seriously considered pulling her down farther beneath the blankets so he could sink his straining cock into her dripping passage. So he could drag her fourth orgasm out of her with his member and fill her with his seed. Despite how aroused he was, he decided against it. He doubted either of them could keep their moans under control if he filled her with his length and knew that he wouldn't be able to refrain from slamming into her.

He'd hate for them to get banned from the drive-in after getting caught fucking when someone noticed his truck rocking so hard.

He pulled back the blanket, nearly getting a head rush at the burst of cold, fresh air. His wild hair was even more messy than ever from Sakura's demanding hands. He sucked the last of her cum from his fingers as he gazed up at her with a wolfish smirk.

Sakura was flushed and panting, staring down at him with half lidded eyes as he wiped off his lips with the back of his wrist.

The third movie of the night was already playing in the background as he helped loop her panties and shorts around her ankle and pull them back onto her hips.

"That wasn't fair…" his lover whined cutely, still trying to catch her breath, as she gazed down at him with a thoroughly debauched expression.

"I told you you'd pay, hellcat," he purred in response as he crawled up until he loomed over her, his hair forming a half curtain around them

He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips before he rolled over to lie down in his half of their love nest once again. It wasn't a moment later until his lover fell into his arms, exhausted. She cuddled up to his side affectionately, draping her free arm across his chest as the other was pinned uselessly between their bodies.

Madara happily wrapped his arms around his old lady, deeply sated with her intense affection and her small body pressed so closely to his. He tugged the blanket over them more securely, her adjusting in his arms so she could nuzzle his neck.

He smiled warmly, tilting his head to rest against the crown of Sakura's head. His eyes drifted back to the screen in front of them, not quite caring about the half finished movie when his girlfriend was curled up against him so sweetly.

His plan had turned out pretty well after all.

He settled his hand on the dip of her waist as his other grasped her hand draped across his chest. When he laced their fingers together, he earned a sweet kiss to his neck from his sated lover.

The Uchiha's attention returned to the movie in front of him, recognizing the film as a revamp of a horror film from when he was a child. He had seen the newest movie before but it would never be able to frighten his as much as the original had terrified him and his brothers when they were children.

Him and his five siblings had all banded together, determined to stay up late that night to watch the movie without their mother or father to tell them they couldn't. Even Fugaku had gotten in on the fun, finally having started to open up to his five adopted brothers.

The memory brought a smile to his face and he found it easier for him to enjoy the film.

A scene came up which was nearly identical to the scene from the original version, causing Madara to chuckle softly.

He remembered how this very scene had made him and all five of his brothers scream in unison as young children. He still fondly recalled how the collective shrieks of six children had made his mother and father shoot out of their bedroom like they were under attack, an M16 assault rifle in his mother's hands and a shotgun in his father's.

"Have you seen this movie before?" he asked, tilting his head so he could speak into his lover's hair.

When she didn't respond, he prompted, "Sakura?"

When he was met with silence again, he pulled back from her just enough to look down. His gaze fell upon her serene face, his loverhaving fallen asleep in his arms.

Madara smiled warmly, brushing her bangs out of her face so he could better see her peaceful expression. She looked so cute when she slept…

"Let's get you home then, darling…" he whispered, carefully slipping out of her embrace while keeping the blanket wrapped around her.

He slid to the edge of the bed of his truck and tugged on his boots. He grabbed her flip flops from where they had been set next to his shoes before sliding out of the bed and to his feet. Walking over to the side of his truck, he opened the passenger door. He stuffed her sandals into her purse sitting on the floor of the truck before lowering the passenger seat as far as it could go.

The Uchiha returned to their temporary bed, climbing back into the bed of his truck. As carefully and gently as he could, not wanting to wake his sleeping hellcat, he wrapped her in the top blanket from their nest and gathered her small body up in his arms. Sakura made a sleepy noise before automatically wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing a smile back to his lips.

He slid out of the back of the truck once more, careful not to jostle his lover, and carried her to the cab of his truck. When he carefully laid her in the reclined passenger seat, she yawned widely, muttered something under her breath, and quickly fell back asleep.

Madara resisted the urge to chuckle at his adorable girlfriend, knowing that it was way past her bedtime. He secured her to the seat with the seatbelt before tucking the blanket around her more effectively. Not wanting to wake her, he closed the passenger door carefully.

He made quick work of balling up their makeshift nest, lodging all of the pillows and blankets into the backseat of his truck in a haphazard mess that he would deal with later. He returned to close the tailgate as gently as he could before unhooking the drive-in's speaker from the sidewall of the bed of his truck and returning it to its stand.

When he hopped into the driver's seat, he was satisfied to see Sakura was still peacefully sleeping, wrapped up like a sushi roll in his passenger seat. The scene brought a smile to his face and a warm sensation to his stomach. Before he closed the door, he pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his cut.

Using the dome light from his truck as lighting, Madara stole a quick picture of her, smiling down at the image on the screen of his phone of his hellcat in such a tranquil and admittedly adorable state.

Unable to drop the smile from his face, he tucked his phone back into his pocket and gently closed the door. Jamming his key into the ignition, he started his truck and quickly turned down the radio before the rock music could wake her.

Trying to be unobtrusive to the other moviegoers and gentle to avoid waking his woman, he pulled out of the drive-in lot and made his way towards the freeway to Sakura's apartment.

Madara parked as close to Sakura's apartment as he could, shutting off his truck and stuffing his keys into the outer pocket of his cut. He hopped out, softly closing his door, and made his way to the passenger side.

After opening the door, he dug into her purse, fishing out her keys preemptively and singling out her house key. He looped her purse over his shoulder so he wouldn't drop it before leaning over her to unbuckle the seatbelt.

When he gently gathered his old lady into his arms, she yawned cutely and nuzzled his neck. Smiling as her arms sleepily wrapped around his shoulders, he softly closed the passenger door with his foot and turned around to walk up to her apartment.

Sakura remained asleep in his arms, her soft puffs of breath warming his neck, as he carried her to her home. Careful to avoid knocking over half full dishes of candy left behind by trick-or-treaters and stepping around Halloween decorations which hung along the railings, he made his way to her apartment.

He unlocked the front door, pushing the door open with his foot and stepping inside. He slid the key out of the lock before closing the door with his foot, using his free hand to lock the door behind him.

Navigating her darkened apartment with help from the streetlights outside, the dim light filtering in from in between the blinds, he carried her to her bed. He laid her down on top of her blankets, carefully setting her head down onto her pillow.

When she was finally horizontal, she woke up just enough to drowsily whisper, "Nnn, what's going on…? Where are we…?"

"I brought you home. You fell asleep at the movies," Madara explained in a low voice, setting her purse on the floor next to her bed and dropping her keys into the bag.

Sakura mumbled something that sounded like a noise of understanding as she snuggled up farther into the blanket wrapped around her.

"Your purse is next to your bed. I'll text you in the morning…" he whispered as he leaned down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips.

When he pulled back, he felt her fingers weakly clinging to the arm of his long sleeved shirt.

"Stay, 'dara…" she hummed sleepily, slurring his name.

Madara's heart stuttered in his chest at her sweet request.

He opened his mouth and drew in a lungful of air to speak but found that he could say nothing but, "Whatever you want…"

He was unable to refuse her, especially with her saying his name in such a way.

Navigating by the dim light drifting in from in between her blinds, he slipped off his cut and hooked it on the edge of one of the drawers of her dresser. He tugged his long sleeve shirt off of his back, half way folding it and setting it on top of her dresser, before he toed off his boots.

Still dressed in his jeans, he slipped into bed and was welcomed into his lover's waiting arms. She draped herself across him, much how she had at the drive-in, tossing the already warm blankets over him as well. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her soft body closer to his, as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Sakura fell asleep in his embrace nearly immediately while he remained awake. He wasn't particularly tired but was more than happy to bask in her warmth and her affection. His heart still raced in his chest at the memory of her voice and the sweetness behind her sleepy nickname for him.

Madara eventually drifted off to sleep with a smile lingering on his face, protectively wrapped around his woman as they slept underneath one of the blankets from their nest and on top of her freshly made bedding.

The muffled wails of agony that echoed against the walls of the dimly lit basement were far different from the screams from the horror movies Madara had watched with Sakura just a couple days previous...

These screams were very much real.

Both the Uchiha MC president, Obito, and their new guest were holed up in a secluded farmhouse along the border between Konoha and Suna. The building they occupied was often used as a site for various business transactions, temporary storage of illicit goods, a safe house, or, like now, a secluded location where no one would ever hear someone cry out for help.

Izuna and Itachi had been investigating a recent surge in arsons, every one of the attacks targeting one of the Uchiha MC's properties. While some of the properties weren't explicitly owned by the MC, they were still operated by the club while kept under an unaffiliated name; a safety net in case the police got a warrant to search all of the Uchiha's properties.

The damages from the arsons totaled in the hundreds of thousands of dollars and brought far too much police attention to the club than they were comfortable with.

A safe house disguised as a music shop, a brewery where the club also crafted moonshine on the side (that fire had been thoroughly investigated after the building had exploded once the stores of alcohol and the stills had become a part of the blaze), and a completely legitimate tattoo shop that the clan ran had all been hit.

The most financially damaging hit had been one of the warehouse that the club owned. The building in and of itself had been pricey, due to its position on the river, but the goods that had been within had been far more valuable. That building had been used as a temporary storage for a large shipment of untraceable machine pistols that had already been bought and paid for. The shipment had been set to be delivered to one of the leaders of the street gang The Swordsmen of the Mist and the owner of The Dead End, Zabuza Momochi.

The club had scrambled to come up with another shipment of the same machinery, wanting to maintain a good relationship with the organization. They had taken the entirety of the financial blow, a deal which wound up costing them upwards of ten thousand of dollars.

The Swordsmen of the Mist was ran in a unique way with seven different bosses ruling over seven different factions in seven different cities. The Uchiha's wanted to maintain this alliance and had taken the entirety of the financial blow because the Swordsmen still held close ties to a previous boss, Kisame Hoshigaki. The burly man had left the group to become part of an international criminal organization known as the Akatsuki. An organization which was instrumental in the MC getting ahold of the weapons and other goods that they ran in Konoha.

To lose the alliance with the Swordsman could mean losing the alliance with the Akatsuki which could spell the financial and quite possibly literal death of the clan at the hands of the Senju.

Madara had known that the surge of arsons was the Senju MC's doing, especially since the robberies from the month previous had been orchestrated by Tobirama, an act caught on camera. Madara had been furious by this development, especially since he had finally relented and attempted a peace talk with Hashirama, a man Madara had once considered a friend as a child. The two presidents had come up with terms of their armistice, mostly involving the splitting of the city into two separate territories.

When Madara had been delivered the footage of Tobirama and a group of Senju's attacking one of their warehouses, the Uchiha had sent a raiding party to invade the Senju's territory and take back what was stolen. After a week of assaults and raids to get back their stolen goods and numerous bloody altercations with the Senju, Hashirama and the rest of the Senju MC had made their appearance at The Dead End, the bar where Madara had first met Sakura.

Despite knowing that the recent attacks were perpetrated by the Senju MC, the leader of the Uchiha MC had needed proof. And after a week of investigation, Izuna and Itachi had presented him and the rest of the officers in the club with recovered security footage from a few of the properties.

The only thing that Madara had needed to decide on revenge and to send his right hand man out to acquire a source of information.

Despite his handicap, Obito had been incredibly quick and efficient when abducting one of the higher up Senju patch holders and dragging them to this secluded building in the middle of nowhere. Madara always knew that he could count on his Sergeant at Arms to take care of problems such as these. To show his gratitude, Madara had insisted that he take over the information gathering while Obito made himself comfortable in the safe house above the basement where their guest now found themselves.

Not just that, but the thought of his young cousin dirtying his hands even farther with the blood of this man sickened Madara more than the thought of doing it himself.

Obito had taken him up on his offer, having only stopped down in the basement once to thoughtfully drop off a cup of coffee for the president, something the wild haired Uchiha had been appreciative of.

A muffled cry of agony filled the air, accompanied by a long squelching noise. The sounds were followed by a sickening pop and a desperate gasp for air.

Madara sat back in his chair, rolling the still warm, severed digit in his fingers. The amputated finger, cleanly separated from his guest's trembling hand with a pair of pruning shears, wept scarlet droplets onto the already stained floor beneath their feet.

He dropped the severed finger onto a metal tray laid out on the table next to him, the digit joining a small pile of teeth and fingernails. He set down the red stained shears, disturbing the slowly growing pool of blood in the tray. Grabbing the horribly besmirched rag from the wooden table, he wiped off the fresh blood from his stained hands and forearms.

With a disinterested sigh, he leaned forward and tugged the gag out of the Senju's mouth.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" Madara asked simply, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest.

"I'll never rat, f-fucking Uchiha filth! I'd rather die!" the man hissed, blood trickling from his lips. His words were garbled, him struggling to speak coherently from not just the pain but from the teeth the Uchiha had wrenched from his mouth earlier.

His useless hands trembled violently, his fingertips missing fingernails and his fingers horribly broken, twisted, or missing. His wrists were red and raw from struggling against the wire that bound his hands, feet, and waist to the tarnished metal chair.

If he escaped this place, he would be crippled for the rest of his life. He would never ride a motorcycle again.

"You know it's not that simple, Senju. You know that you're going to die in this place no matter what. The ending will always be the same..." Madara informed emotionlessly, reaching over the filthy metal tray to grab his cup of coffee, bloody fingerprints decorating the surface of the white ceramic, "The question is whether it takes an hour… A week… Longer?"

The Senju's furious expression dropped, his gaze also dropping to the floor. The sound of the man panting to catch his breath was the only sound in the room as the Uchiha president calmly took a sip from his lukewarm coffee.

Madara set his cup back onto the table. "This suffering will continue until I get the answers I want. How long do you think you can hold out?"

The brunet glared up at the Uchiha through his sweaty bangs, his crippled hands uselessly twitching against his bonds. He remained silent, conveying his venom through nothing but the hatred in his glossy eyes.

"What's your decision now?"

The Senju spit out a mouthful of blood onto the filthy floor at Madara's feet before growling, "Fuck you."

"Very well."

The Uchiha tugged the gag back over the man's mouth as the man struggled in his seat, fighting against the wires binding his body to the metal chair. He bit into the gag in preparation for the impending pain.

Madara calmly perused the pile of tools on the bloodied tray before selecting a scalpel.

"Now… where were we?" he asked darkly as he stood, looming over the bound man before him.

Madara knocked on Sakura's door, stepping back and waiting patiently for his old lady to answer. A plastic bag filled with styrofoam takeout boxes from the nearby diner hung from his hand.

Despite a couple days having passed, he could still hear the agonized cries of that Senju and the sickening sound of breaking his body echoing through his mind. He held no fondness for torture. He was a straightforward man and delivering undue agony onto someone, even his enemies, left him with an uneasy sense of regret.

To get the information he needed to protect his family, however, he would do what he had to do.

It had taken a few of days of torture before they had gotten the information they needed. Madara had tried to keep Obito away from it as much as possible but the scarred man had thought that the elder Uchiha had been patronizing him and had demanded to be treated with the same respect as any other member of their club. Madara had relented although he quickly wished he hadn't when he took over later that day, after finally getting some sleep, and saw the state Obito had left their guest in.

The Senju had had more perseverance that Madara had expected, especially in the face of his sergeant at arm's brutality. But, as Madara had also expected, it only took so much pain before a person chose to be allowed to die.

The Senju had finally told Madara of all of the upcoming deals between the Senju and the Fuma family and had given him the location of all of the Senju safe houses that he knew of. The Uchiha had given the man a couple days of reprieve from the pain as a reward for talking, even giving him food and water and allowing him to sleep and use the restroom, as he sent Itachi and Izuna to investigate if there was any truth behind the man's admissions.

After all, people would also say whatever they had to to stop the pain.

When Izuna had returned to them saying that the information had checked out, Madara had actually been surprised. He had expected the Senju to lie at first and for the torture to have to continue until he produced the truth.

To show his appreciation for not being forced to continue the atrocious information gathering, the Uchiha president had thanked the Senju and allowed him one final cigarette before finally showing him mercy by putting a bullet in the back of his head.

Obito had taken the corpse off for disposal with a blasé comment that there were leftovers in the fridge for the elder Uchiha for once he was done with cleanup.

Madara had already convened a meeting with the rest of his officers and they had come up with a plan of action for taking their revenge on the treacherous Senju MC. While they waited for the right opportunity, they continued to run surveillance.

But for now… All Madara wanted was to see his girlfriend and wind down after a stressful week. To try to forget about everything he had done for the good of his family. To remember that he was human and not a monster...

When her door finally opened, he was surprised by Sakura flying into his arms. He dropped the bag of takeout to wrap his arms around her when she hopped onto him, looping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Well, hello to you to, gorgeous," he laughed as he supported her with an arm beneath her rear as she clung to him like a spider monkey.

He nuzzled her neck happily, the takeout and the past couple days quickly becoming unimportant in the face of her affection. She pulled back from him, adjusting in his embrace just enough to press a sweet, greeting kiss to his lips.

"Hi," his lover hummed against his lips, drawing a warm smile from him which she kissed again.

"Did I do anything to earn such a greeting?" Madara asked, gazing into her emerald eyes.

Sakura smiled, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I just missed you."

He felt a tug at his heartstrings at her admission and pressed his lips to hers once again to hide how much her words had affected him. "And I missed you."

Leaning down just enough to loop one finger through the nearly forgotten bags of takeout, he carried her inside. He pushed the door shut with his foot, toeing off his boots near her pile of shoes. He dropped the bag onto the floor near the coffee table before he flopped down on the couch on top of her.

She huffed out a breath as he landed on her, sprawling out on top of her. "Hey, get off! You're heavy!"

"Perhaps you're just tiny," he teased, grabbing onto her wrists and pinning her to the couch.

Before he could lean down to kiss her more fully, she interrupted him by revealing, "Hey, if you keep this up, you're not getting your present!"

Madara paused.

"Present?" he parroted, surprised.

"Yeah, a present. So, do you want it or not?" Sakura asked, wiggling in his arms in a way that silently communicated he would have to release her to get it.

He rolled off of her, Sakura skipping off into her bedroom with a smile on her face. He sat properly in the couch, relaxing against the cushions, as he waited for her to return. She took little time, coming back to him with her hands hidden behind her back. Climbing over the couch, she straddled his thighs and settled down against him.

"I like this present so far," the Uchiha purred as his hands settled onto her hips.

His old lady giggled in amusement before revealing her present to him: a pair of pajama bottoms.

He blinked in surprise. "Pants?"

"Your jeans can't be comfortable sleep clothes. So I, uh, got you these for when you stay the night," she explained with a nervous smile and a blush.

Madara could sense her trepidation, as if she was unsure if she was pushing the boundaries of their relationship. As if she was worried that her gift, and the meaning behind it, was too much at the early stages of their dating.

He wished that she didn't feel that trepidation because this sudden surprise, and her unspoken request, warmed his heart.

Sakura's gift strangely felt like one of the most meaningful presents he had ever gotten in his life. Never had one of his girlfriends gotten him such a thoughtful gift, the unspoken words being that she wanted him around more for more than just sex. Sakura wanted him to not only be comfortable in her home, but for him to spend more time with her, wrapped up in bed in an affectionate embrace as opposed to (or rather in addition to) a sexual one.

Her gift told him that she wanted to take their relationship further, that she felt more for him than just lust.

As Madara stared down at one of the most touching gifts he had even gotten, a strange combination of joy and amusement swirling in his mind, a smile spread across his lips. He absolutely loved the present, even if she did have horrible taste.

After all, the pajama bottoms she presented him with were black and had a repeating pattern of colorful cartoon fish on them.

"You have terrible taste," Madara teased even as he wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her closer to him.

"Hey, I picked them because they were soft! And you should have seen the other ones, they were way worse," Sakura explained as she happily cuddled up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He laughed, his heart swelling in his chest as he reached up and tilted up her chin to kiss her sweetly. He wanted to share this warm feeling building in his chest with her, he wanted to show the tenderness he felt for her and his appreciation for her gift.

The stress from the past few days, and the sickening thought that he was touching his lover with hands that were soaked in blood and that had taken a life just a couple days previous, all melted away in the face of her warm body and her affectionate kisses.

"Thank you, Sakura…" he whispered against her lips before kissing her again.

A/N: I snuck in a little easter egg that I wonder if any of you caught… When you write Madara's name in katakana (マダラ), as Kishimoto does, Madara translates to "pacific cod", a kind of fish that is a winter delicacy in Japan. That's why the pajama bottoms that Sakura got for him have a cartoon fish print.

It's only when you write Madara's name in kanji that it translates to "spotted", a form of writing that Kishi generally doesn't use, especially when there is a katakana alternative.