A/N: The scenes from the last chapter are necessary to remind everyone of what Madara is in this AU. I've shown a great amount of the kind side he shows to those he cares about and the soft side he shows to the woman he's slowly falling in love with. I haven't, however, given much of a glimpse into the dark parts of his life that he hides from the public, the bloody aspects of outlaw life that are slowly going to come into the spotlight as the story progresses. However, I assure you that there will absolutely never, ever, be any form of sexual assault in my stories. Sexual assault is unforgivable and can never lead to love no matter how some people might try to excuse it or, even more sickening, romanticize it.
Since Madara had chosen the venues for their first two dates, Sakura had declared that she was going to be the one to choose the third. He had absolutely no qualms about this, actually quite curious to see what his little hellcat would come up with for their next date.
He had been in the middle of completely rebuilding the engine from a luxury jet belonging to some overly wealthy business executive, his hair pulled up into a high ponytail to keep his locks out of his face and out of the machinery in front of him, when his phone had pinged in his pocket. He wiped the grease from his hands onto the rag hanging from his jeans before stepping off of the ladder leaning against the plane to check his phone.
He was more than surprised when he had opened the text from his old lady and was presented with picture of tickets to a concert playing in Oto that weekend. Some band called the Sound Four.
After googling the group and listening to some of their songs, he found that he enjoyed their heavy metal music. He was especially interested since the singer of the group was a woman who, apparently, found no situation or cuss word inappropriate for her lyrics. He found their melodies reminiscent of Slayer, music which brought back fond memories of his anarchic youth.
Curious, he read the biography on the group. He found it amusing that the group called themselves the Sound Four despite having five members. From what he read, it was because the two guitarists were identical twins and considered themselves to be the same entity. A bizarre but interesting twist to the already diverse group of young individuals.
He texted her back during a break he took to eat lunch, saying that he loved her idea and that he was excited to see her again. Shortly followed by texts asking if she was going to wear a skimpy outfit for him since they were going to a concert.
Despite how much he liked Sakura's idea, the thought of them being so exposed, at a concert with thousands of other people in a city away from Konoha, made him anxious. It would be an easy opportunity for a Senju to swoop in and attack either him or, more importantly, Sakura. And with the war between the clubs having escalated so far, and with the Senju having found out that one of their members had been taken and more than likely killed (they would never find the body), they would be searching for an opportunity to take their revenge.
Madara considered his options for a long moment before an brilliant idea occurred to him.
Switching screens on his phone so he could access the group chat with all of the officers of the MC, he sent out a message.
'I have an idea for the next rally for the club'
Before he got a response from any of his officers, he got another picture message from Sakura. Curious, he opened her message and nearly growled at the picture she had taken.
His lover was laid out on her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy panties. Her arm covered her bare breasts teasingly, her fingertips playing with and hiding her rosy nipple.
'Something like this? 3'
Madara bit the inside of his cheek as he seriously considered taking the rest of the day off and paying his hellcat a visit. A thought that he contemplated for the entirety of the day as she continued to send him dirty pictures, thoroughly distracting him from his work and his plans for the next club rally.
While he had tried to be responsible and stick around until he had at least come to a reasonable stopping point on his project, he had given up once Sakura had sent him a video of her playing with herself. He immediately left the hangar and headed to her house to reward her by fucking her against her coffee table.
He wound up not even making it home that night, instead showering at his girlfriend's house and spending the night, finally getting the opportunity to wear his gifted pajamas as they fell asleep together, completely sated and wrapped up in each other's arms.
The night of the concert quickly approached and Madara soon found himself surrounded by the brothers and sisters of his club as they prepared for the run.
He was perched on one of the picnic tables outside of the clubhouse, watching as his club mates geared up for the concert as he sipped at a lager. Loud, raucous laughter and shouts of excitement broke through the enthusiastic commotion surrounding him. The anticipation of the crowds of Uchiha was palpable as they all drank, smoked, and partied as they waited for the last of their club mates, and his own special guest, to arrive.
When Sakura finally appeared, pulling up at the already opened gate leading into the clubhouse in her familiar jeep, she hesitated for a moment before one of his club mates guided her towards a spot that she could park. The crowds parted for her as she pulled in and parked her vehicle, Madara standing from his perch on the picnic bench to greet his lover.
As the Uchiha approached and after his old lady emerged from her vehicle looking distinctly confused, he took a moment to admire her outfit. Despite her teasing, Sakura had chosen a cute little outfit that accentuated her fit body. He admired her black Megadeth band tee, one that had been butchered into a scrap of cloth that one might call a crop top, that showed off her scarlet red bra and the soft skin of her belly. A pair of ragged, skin tight jeans clung to her toned legs and rounded rear and a pair of doc martins were strapped to her feet.
She wore an unzipped red hoodie with a tiny leather vest over it, a near copy of his own minus the patches. He secretly envisioned what it would look like with a 'Property of' patch sewn onto the back.
Sakura's candy colored hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bangs hanging in her face, and a twisted black and red bandana was tied around her head like a headband. Her makeup was dark and dramatic, her lips painted a cherry red and her eyes rimmed with kohl, a stark contrast from her normal, light look.
He felt unremarkable in his own chosen outfit which consisted of mostly the same thing he always wore: a long sleeved shirt pulled up to his forearms, his cut, a pair of dark wash jeans, black gloves, and his boots. The only change he had made was that the shirt he wore was a Slayer band tee he had bought during one of their concerts a couple decades ago.
Sakura, on the other hand, looked like a little rockstar and, when Madara finally reached her and she smiled at him in greeting, he didn't even bothered resisting picking her up and tossing her over his shoulders. She laughed loudly as he carried her into the clubhouse, depositing her onto one of the bar stools.
"Hello, my little hellcat," Madara greeted with a wolfish smile before pressing his lips to hers in greeting.
"Hey, careful! Lipstick!" Sakura warned, giggling as she reached up and used her thumb to rub off a smear of red from his lips.
He smirked, shaking his head in amusement before waving to Kagami behind the bar.
"What is all of this? What's happening? Everyone seems so excited," she asked with a smile, her eyes scanning the room and taking in the club members gearing up for the rally.
"I made the concert into a run for the club. Nearly all of the chapters of the club in the state are going to be meeting us at the concert," Madara explained, taking the shot glasses Kagami set on the bar with a smile and a nod of thanks.
"You… made our date into a run?" Sakura asked, her smile dropping as her lips parted in surprise.
"I know it can be a bit confusing and overwhelming at first, but when everyone finally gathers, it will make more sense. You'll be riding at the front of the pack with me on the back of my bike," he clarified, handing her her shot glass which she took.
Sakura stared down into her full glass, a frown pulling at the corner of her painted lips. Madara paused as he sensed her apprehension, concern building within him.
He leaned close, forming a private space to discreetly ask, "What's wrong?"
She glanced up to him before gazing back into her shot glass for a long moment.
"I just thought-" Sakura started softly before being interrupted by the jarring noise of an air horn.
Both of them turned to face Shisui who proudly, and perhaps a bit drunkenly, stood on top of one of the tables in the club house. An air horn was in one hand, a beer in the other, and a megawatt smile was spread across his lips.
"Let's get a move on people! Time to go! Get on your bikes and get into position, we're heading out!" the road captain yelled, dramatically gesturing towards the double doors leading outside.
Shisui's declaration was met with a round of cheers and cries of excitement as the members of the club made their way outside and to their bikes. The Uchiha all bumped and jostled each other in anticipation, the energy of the crowd building as they all headed to their bikes outside and gathered the rest of their clan.
Turning to give Sakura his full attention once again, Madara asked, "What were you going to say?"
"It's nothing," Sakura replied quickly, barely sparing him a glance as she threw back her shot and slid off of her stool, "Let's go then…"
The Uchiha frowned before quickly downing his own shot and leading Sakura towards his bike. After all, even though he was concerned about his old lady's obvious displeasure, it would look bad if the president of the mother chapter was the one to hold up the entire run.
Madara led the pack as they flew down the freeway towards the venue.
As president, Madara rode at the front of the pack with the rest of his club riding in formation behind him. The thrum of his own motorcycle was only overpowered by the roar of all the others behind him.
Izuna, as the vice president, and Obito, as the sergeant at arms, rode directly behind him, side by side. As road captain, Shisui could have ridden directly behind him but the younger Uchiha had chosen to stay beside Itachi in their formation. Izumi followed behind Itachi and Shisui with Kagami riding beside her. All of the other patched in members of the club rode behind the officers with Sasuke, their only prospect at the time, tailing behind at the very end of the pack.
Madara kept a close eye on his surroundings, not only on the lookout for any possible threats to his family but also paying close attention to the herd of police that followed them. A substantial number of officers from the Konoha police department dogged their steps, keeping a critical eye on the club.
While Madara was aggravated by their stalking of his club, he understood that the Konoha PD would be considerably alarmed by the mobilization of so many branches of the Uchiha MC. He realized that a run involving so many chapters of the 1% club could be perceived as dangerous by the police. Despite this, he hoped that the cops stayed in their place. The police could follow the club all they wanted but his family wasn't doing anything illegal or anything worthy of being harassed.
As long as the cops stayed a safe distance away, the Uchiha MC president found no reason to intervene. He doubted that the police would get involved with the MC's run either way, this slow pursuit being more of a show of force than any intention to do anything at all.
After all, the club drastically outnumbered the cops, even with Konoha PD having combined forces with Oto PD, and he knew the police weren't stupid enough to start something here and now.
What concerned Madara more than the pretentious police officers was the pink haired woman on the back of his bike.
Despite Sakura having asserted that nothing was wrong when they had spoke earlier, he could easily tell that she was aggravated. She didn't hold onto him as she had before when they rode, her arms loosely wrapped around his waist instead of holding him tightly as she had before.
He knew that she was upset but didn't know why yet. She had been willing to talk to him about what was bothering her but that attitude seemed to have changed when it was time for everyone to leave. He hoped that she would once again be willing to share her thoughts with him so they could salvage their date.
The last thing he wanted was for Sakura's first choice for one of their dates to be disappointing for her. Although he failed to see how what was happening around them could be anything less than thrilling.
Madara smirked as he watched patched in men and women fly around the cops on the freeway. Even with passengers and even though they rode upon heavy Harley Davidson's, many of them popped up onto their rear wheels as they flew by, showing off to the mother chapter.
He watched, incredibly impressed, as a woman from the women's only chapter in Nadeshiko stood atop her bike, expertly balancing on her seat and handlebars as she flew by at well over eighty miles per hour. She threw her head back in what he could only describe as a howl before dramatically dropping back onto her seat and speeding off.
Farther from them, he watched as a group of men showboated off for the general population driving towards the concert as well. They all showed off, performing supermen, flamingos, and switchbacks for the thrilled civilians.
All three men were showed up by a female patch holder from Kumo with umber skin and a wicked smile. She pulled up next to them and popped her Harley into a 12 o'clock wheelie, her bike straight up and down. Their excited observers nearly became fanatical, watching as Madara's family showed off their stunts on their heavy bikes.
How could Sakura be disappointed with this turn of events? This would be the first time she got to truly experience a run and the wildness that came with it.
As they got closer to the stadium like venue, more and more Uchiha slowly converged around them. Madara could make out more and more city names from the various chapters as they approached, the bikes and cars all coming to a slow stop as they funneled into the acres wide parking lot.
When the rest of his club mates realized that the mother chapter had arrived, they all parted ways for his pack to enter the venue first. As they pulled into the massive parking lot and as he kept an eye out for their honorary parking spots, his gaze flicked across the hundreds of Uchiha partying in the parking lot.
Men and women both took part of the festivities, some doing burnouts on their bikes and blowing out their tires with glee while others did circle burnouts, filling the air with the acrid scent of burnt rubber.
Others took part in a number of classic games such as the slow ride and barrel push, bringing the Uchiha MC mother chapter president back to when he played the games in his youth. He curiously watched newer games being played, a part of him wondering if Sakura would ever be partial to these games.
He watched as a woman jumped from bike to bike as the two riders rode along side of each other at a fair pace. Even more interesting, he watched a game of trust as men and women riders were blindfolded and lead through a cone obstacle course by nothing but their passenger's voices in their ears.
Madara wasn't surprised by the amount of smoking and drinking everyone was doing but was surprised by the sheer number of people who had come out. His plan for the run had worked out incredibly well so far just by the turnout.
When he finally found the row of empty parking spots set aside for the mother chapter of the club, him and all of his club mates pulled into their spots in perfect unison. Izuna parked directly next to him with Obito beside him, followed by the trio, Kagami, the rest of the patch holders, and Sasuke at the very end.
Being prospect, it was expected that Sasuke would stay behind and look after the bikes but, based on the conspiratorial looks on Shisui, Itachi, and Izumi's faces, Madara assumed they would take their youngest family member out to have a little fun.
Madara wasn't surprised when Itachi hopped onto the back of Izumi's bike and Shisui snagged up Sasuke and dropped him onto the back seat of his own bike.
The president shook his head in amusement as he watched the four ride off towards the others of the club, thinking that his young nephew had been doing an incredible job as prospect and deserved a little bit of fun. Something the youngest Uchiha would have a lot of by taking part in the biker games that the trio seemed to live for (well, at least Shisui and Izumi).
After all, the excitement in the air was absolutely palpable with the hundreds of Uchiha MC members ramping up the energy of the concert. The sun hadn't even set yet so the music hadn't began but, even so, the venue was nearly suffocating in how thrilled everyone was.
When Madara shut off his bike and Sakura and him dismounted, he gazed at his old lady staring at the rows of dozens of motorcycles on either side of them. He frowned as he took in her unhappy expression, hoping to get a moment with her to discuss what was bothering her so deeply.
The president noted when Obito and Izuna took off on their own, knowing that they were going to speak with the owner and operator of this establishment. While he hoped the owner would be open to further deals in the future after bringing his venue so many customers, he expected very little from the enigmatic man.
Focusing instead on his lover, Madara looped his arm around Sakura's shoulder and guided her towards the entrance to the outdoor venue. He could tell she was still bothered since she not only remained quiet but didn't cuddle up to his side like she normally did when he had his arm around her shoulders. She was stiff as she stewed unhappily, looking anywhere but at him.
They walked through the crowds of Uchihas and their companions, as well as numerous strangers, who were all also making their way into the venue.
All of his club mates greeted the president of their mother chapter, the leader of their club, with varying degrees of intensity and affection. Some patted him on the shoulder in a brotherly manner, others shook hands, some plastered a kiss to his cheek, some threw their arm around his shoulders and pulled him, and even Sakura, into a crushing hug. Nearly all of the Uchiha, however, had some commentary to give about his old lady.
"So you're his old lady, huh? Wow, boss, she's a looker!"
"Goddamn, prez, how'd you catch a woman like her?"
"Nice to meet you, gorgeous! Keep him in line, would you?"
By the time they made it to the box seats that Sakura had bought for them for their date, she was fuming. Madara opened his mouth to ask her once again what was wrong but she cut him off as her shallow emotional dam finally broke.
"I can't believe you'd make our date into one of your biker rallies!" she finally berated, glaring up at him unhappily.
"It's just a safety precaution... I'd hate for anything to happen in such a big place like this," he tried to explain, hoping that she would understand the reasoning behind his actions without him having to go into further detail about why this place would be dangerous without the club here.
"That's ridiculous! Now there are hundreds of your clubmates floating around and I can't-" she started before she was interrupted by an intoxicated Uchiha MC patch holder from the women's only chapter in Nadeshiko.
"Hey prez! Great idea for a run! Hot wife by the way!" the Uchiha slurred drunkenly as she passed, eyeing Sakura lecherously before bouncing off of a railing and continuing on her way.
"See! I can't get a minute to you for myself!" Sakura yelled, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation.
"This is just to keep you safe," Madara tried again, leaning in close to her and setting his hands on her hips, "I don't know what would happen if a Senju showed up and saw you with me."
She glared at him, crossing her arms across her chest. She broke away from his affectionate embrace, turning to flop down into her chair in their box seat. Her glare slowly softened until he could see the very real sadness behind her anger.
"I wanted this to be you and me… not the club and me…" she admitted, frowning unhappily, as she stared out at the opening band getting ready to play.
Madara frowned as he took in her depressed state, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt at having made this concert into a run for the club. He wanted to explain to her why it was important that everyone was there, that he had done it for her protection because he cared about her and didn't want her to get hurt.
But before he could sit down next to her and try to get her to understand, her point was proven once again by Obito setting his hand on Madara's shoulder to grab his attention.
"We need to talk," he declared simply before turning and walking away, leaving the two alone.
"I'll be right back…" Madara sighed regretfully, briefly considering leaning down and pressing a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek to comfort her. In her current state, however, he figured that he was more likely to catch an elbow than a returning kiss, so he let her be.
"Sure…" she grumbled, turning her body away from him completely as she sunk into her chair, dejected.
He paused for a long moment, not wanting to leave her like this, but soon turned and followed Obito a short distance away. The opening band began their first song as he turned away.
The young Uchiha glared at Madara as he approached and the club president wondered what he had done to earn the scorn of two of the most important people in his life. He briefly pondered if Izuna was off somewhere in the venue, silently fuming over something Madara had done as well.
"This is a shit idea, Madara," Obito hissed, viciously unhappy.
The scarred man's eyes darted across every passing stranger in the venue, his shoulders as tight as a bow string as his hypervigilance overwhelmed him. He hated being around so many strangers that he couldn't trust, so many people that could kill those he cared about… again. Despite being surrounded by Uchiha MC members, it seemed to do little to soothe his anxiety.
"What's happened?" Madara questioned sharply, eyes narrowing in anticipation.
"Nothing. Yet. Izuna and I spoke to that creep Orochimaru since you're so busy with your old lady. He says he's fine with our presence here but he's not parting with any of his properties, especially this one. This run was a fucking waste," he growled in response, neary baring his teeth at an unknown man who stared at Obito for too long as he walked passed.
"Perhaps in regards to the acclimation of more territory, but there's a key aspect you're overlooking."
"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Obito spat, displeasure rolling off of him in palpable waves.
"All of the members reaffirming their bonds. When was the last time that all of the chapters came together like this, Obito? When was the last time you saw everyone so contented?" he asked simply, gesturing to the groups of ecstatic Uchiha all around them.
Each and every club member mulling about the venue had smiles on their faces. While the emblem on the back of their cuts were all the same, the Uchiha's family crest standing out proudly amongst the crowds, the names of the cities on their backs varied.
The mother chapter in Konoha, the one which Madara and Izuna lead, dominated the hordes of Uchiha. They were the largest club in the bunch as well as the first. The clubs from all the major cities in the country, Suna, Kiri, Iwa, and Kumo, could also be spotted among the crowds.
The smaller clubs, those that occupied Ame, Kusa, Taki, and even the women's only club of Nadeshiko could be spotted as well, the members just as rowdy and respected as the rest.
Some were drinking together, secretly passing around flasks as they sipped on their overpriced beers. Some discreetly shared joints and blunts, the smell of burning marijuana mixing with the pungent scent of cigarette smoke. Others danced, or slammed into each other in a violently affectionate way, in the grass field in front of the stage as the opening band played.
Every man and woman, every nationality and ethnicity, with the Uchiha clan crest emblazoned on the cuts on their backs appeared to be enjoying themselves but Obito frowned at the crowds nonetheless.
"Being happy doesn't make the club money," Obito grumbled.
"You'd be surprised what a high moral does during a war…"
The younger Uchiha raised his one visible eyebrow at his elder, the other hidden behind his usual black bandana. "You're distracted."
"And you're far too pessimistic. Do try to enjoy yourself at least a little bit. See, look there," Madara stared, grasping Obito by the shoulders so he could turn him to face a group of strangers a short ways away, "That blue haired woman is giving you bedroom eyes."
Obito looked towards where the elder Uchiha was gesturing, catching eyes with a blue haired woman, her wild hair pulled up into a ponytail. She wore a green jacket with a fur collar and jeans so tight they might as well have been painted on. Her cherry red lips parted into a smirk as she boldly winked at Obito. The Uchiha's eyebrows came together as he stared at the young woman, confused by her overtly flirting with him.
"When was the last time you slept with a woman?" Madara questioned bluntly.
The younger Uchiha leveled his mentor with a venomous stare. "None of your damn business."
"Good, then you can go talk to her." He patted the one armed man on the shoulder affectionately before turning to leave.
Obito grabbed onto his forearm before stepping forward to bring them back into speaking range.
When he spoke this time, his tone was serious and accusatory, "Having so many of the club out here, and none of us in Konoha where the damn war is growing far worse, is a bad move. You can't move around the entire club just because you're worried about your damn girlfriend. Get your head out of your ass."
Madara returned his glare with a sharp look of his own, his teasing demeanor from before vanishing. "Your opinion has been duly noted. But do keep in mind that everything I do is for the good of our family, whether or not you're capable of seeing it."
The elder Uchiha glanced off to the space behind Obito before a sly smirk spread across his lips. "And good luck, you miserable bastard."
Obito's expression morphed into one of confusion.
When Obito turned to look behind him and found that the blue haired woman was confidently striding up to him, the younger Uchiha's old self emerged for just a moment as he stuttered, "O-oh."
Madara turned away without another word, glancing back over to where Sakura was sitting. He spotted her candy colored locks wrapped up in the messy ponytail on the top of her head and breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe he would go grab them some overpriced beers as a way of extending an olive branch. He hated to see his old lady so upset and wanted her to be able to enjoy herself despite the club being present. He hadn't considered that she might get upset that it wasn't just them, but perhaps he could grease the wheels of their date with a little bit of alcohol.
Taking one last look at her and noting the number of patch holders in the vicinity, Madara decided she would be safe to leave alone for just a few minutes. As he walked towards one of the stands selling alcohol, he registered a sudden silence which hinted at a change in bands.
Once it was his turn to order, he bought a sweet, flavored ale for his old lady and a lager for himself. After paying for the drinks and as he waited for the bartender to pop the tops off of the glass bottles, the distant sound of a woman gruffly greeting the crowd from on stage met his ears.
The Uchiha nearly laughed at how the woman's greeting was more like an insult to everyone in the crowd and how she had methodically checked off every cuss word in the English dictionary during her introduction.
After a roar of enthusiastic cheering from the crowd, Madara recognized the driving drum beat that began to sound through the venue. The Sound Four had come on stage.
Perfect timing then. He thanked the bartender as he accepted his drinks before making his way back to the box seat where Sakura was waiting.
Only to find her gone.
The Uchiha's first reaction was alarm. He felt a surge of panic as he wondered if a Senju had snuck through the defenses he had placed by making this concert a run for the club. It would have been fairly easy to just dress in plain clothes and to find his pink haired girlfriend, to use the noise of the concert and the crowds as a way of disguising knocking her unconscious.
He felt like a fool, he should have never left Sakura unguarded in such a place. He had too many enemies, too many people who would see him dead for the monstrous things he had done for his family. Too many people who would happily use her to get to him.
As Madara's anxiety mounted even farther, his gaze shot around the venue in a panic to find even just a flash of her pink hair.
His eyes scanned the rest of the box seats and he didn't spot her. He turned behind him and gazed up at the grass field, his eyes flicking across the hundreds of people laid out on blankets and folding chairs. It wasn't until he looked down into the grass field below, into the hoards of moshing fans, that he finally caught sight of a familiar head of unusual colored hair.
Madara breathed an immediate sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders releasing as he stared down at the mosh pit. He felt a twinge of upset at having been ditched until he watched his lover launch a brunet with a mullet and round sunglasses, and who was nearly double her size, into the ground as if he weighed nothing.
He watched in muted awe as his five foot nothing old lady not only held her own in the hoards of violently thrashing and shoulder bashing fans but caused chaos of her own. She was knocking around his club mates and strangers alike, rocketing people aside with the hidden power in her tiny body.
After watching her for a long moment, Madara shrugged to himself, dismissing his earlier upset. Might as well join in on the fun if that's where she had decided to invade. Perhaps she would be less displeased with him after venting some of her ire onto the throngs of moshing fans.
As he made his way over to the railing he would need to leap over to reach the pit below, he deposited both of the drinks he had bought onto an occupied table. The two men, one with a bandage across his nose and the other with bangs that completely obscured one eye, who appeared to be on a date jerked in surprise at the sudden gifts.
Uncaring of the fact he had startled the two men on their date, Madara smoothly hopped over the railing and dropped down into the grass field below.
As Madara strode towards the pit, he caught sight of the man Sakura had tossed earlier storm up to her.
When the brunet made a fist and punched Sakura across the face so hard her head whipped to the side, a surge of white hot fury burned through Madara's veins. His rage was accompanied with a burst of adrenaline that slowed down the world around him. He growled darkly as the entirety of his attention focused in on this stranger and the fact that he was going to rip his fucking arms off and beat him to death with them.
How dare he touch his old lady.
As the Uchiha strode towards the man who had made his shit list faster than anyone in his life, pushing through the crowd uncaringly, he was literally beaten to the punch by Sakura.
He was startled by her skilled attack just enough to break him from his murderous trance. He watched, impressed, as his hellcat's punch dropped the mullet haired man to his knees. She rapidly raised her leg high in the air before kicking her attacker across the face with such intensity that he heard the sound of her boot colliding with his skull over the music.
When the man fell to the ground in an unconscious heap, the crowd around them, Uchiha MC members and strangers alike, burst into a deafening roar of victorious cheers.
Madara stared at his girlfriend in wonder, watching as she threw up her fists and triumphantly cried out, "Cha!"
His gaze just caught sight of another man, this one with a head of messy brown hair and a pair of round glasses, stalk toward Sakura from the edge of the parted crowd. It was obvious that this man was a friend of the unconscious trash heaped onto the floor and that he intended to get revenge. Before the brunet could sneak up behind her, however, Madara grabbed him by the back of his neck and tossed him to the ground behind him effortlessly.
The man scrambled to his feet, baring his teeth at the murderous Uchiha, before charging at him. The Uchiha smoothly ducked beneath the brunet's charge, using the man's momentum to toss him over his shoulder. The man flipped midair and before the man had even landed flat on his back, Madara was upon him, laying a punch so swift and powerful into his cheek that it took two more before the Uchiha realized he had already knocked the man unconscious.
The cheers around him were deafening as the club members watched their president and his old lady lay out two men in such a spectacular way. As a couple patch holders from different cities unspokenly volunteered for the job of clean up, dragging away the two unconscious attackers, Madara turned to face Sakura.
His eyes raked across her form, taking her in and making sure she was okay. She rapidly closed the distance between them, the intense look on her face making him hesitate for a heartbeat, before she leapt into his arms. Her powerful thighs closed around his waist and her hands immediately dug into his hair.
When Sakura sealed their lips together in the most violent and passionate kiss Madara had ever received, the crowd exploded around them.
The world outside of him and Sakura immediately melted away in the face of his lover's fierce kiss. His arms shot out to support her, gripping her tightly and holding her to his chest.
She immediately demanded entrance into his mouth with her tongue. Madara nipped at her tongue when she pressed it against his lips, drawing a moan from her as he instead invaded her mouth and stole back the control.
Sakura's fingers tightened in his hair, dragging him closer to her, as their kiss rapidly escalated. Their teeth periodically clicked together with how violently they were kissing, desperate to be even closer to one another than was possible.
When she ripped herself out of their kiss, leaving him in a violently aroused daze, she leaned down to press her lips to his ear.
"Find a place, Dara, I need you to fuck me now," Sakura commanded against his ear before biting his earlobe, sending a rush of blood down to his already hard length.
His keen eyes rapidly took in his surroundings, the hoards of fans giving the two lovers a wide berth as they continued their aggressive dancing. He looked to his side and caught sight of the perfect opportunity: a little goat trail which circled around the edge of the box seats and disappeared behind the stage.
Madara wasted no time in carrying her towards wherever this path took them, hopefully to some semi-private area that hid them just enough in the darkness of night so he could sink his straining cock into her eager body. She pressed kiss after kiss to his neck as they disappeared from the crowd.
As he made his way around the bend of the stage and towards a darkened, unoccupied area, Sakura sunk her teeth into his neck. He growled, his fingers digging into her thighs as he decided that this semi-darkened area was a good enough spot.
He unhooked one of her legs from his back, her slipping down to her feet. Grabbing onto her hips roughly, he spun her around and shoved her against the back wall of the stage. She made a noise of pleasure as her hands pressed against the wall.
Forcing his knee between her thighs, he pushed her legs apart as he rapidly undid his belt and unzipped the front of his jeans. His throbbing cock eagerly bounced out of the front of his pants as she undid the button and zipper on her own jeans.
The Uchiha dragged her pants and panties down her thighs just far enough to access her feminine channel. Grabbing onto her hip roughly with one hand, he dragged her backwards until her back was arched sharply and she was displaying herself to him.
Using his free hand, he positioned his weeping cock against her slick hole. Without any further pretense, he sunk his rock hard member into her. Sakura moaned loudly and shamelessly, arching her back even farther to allow him deeper into her tight walls.
Madara wasted no time in setting a pace, giving Sakura no time to adjust to his girth as he immediately began to pound into her. His hands settled onto her hips, his fingers gripping her hard as he tugged her into his thrusts.
His lover braced herself against the wall of the stage with one hand as the other immediately shot to between her thighs. Her fingertips traced frantic circles around her clit as she used her bracing hand to push off against the stage and thrust back against him.
Sakura's unhindered moans, nearly drowned out by the loud rock music, went straight to his head. His hands dug into her flesh even harder as he filled her sweet hole over and over. Her walls were hot and tight around his penetrating member, her passage squeezing around him so perfectly that he was certain they were made for each other.
Madara wanted to feel even deeper within her.
Releasing one hand from Sakura's hips, he pushed down against her shoulder blades until she bowed. He felt the tip of his cock slide deeper inside of her, his head soon pressing against her plush, inner barrier.
Madara heard his lover's moan just overcome the music as her fingertips clung to the edge of the stage for balance. She arched her back sharply, allowing him farther inside of her until he was completely seated within her folds.
With the tip of his member now reaching her deepest place, his hand returned to her hips so he could get the grip he needed to set a brutal pace. He snapped his hips against hers, forcefully burying himself in her soaking hole. Her moans were wild and untamed as he drove into her, him taking his pleasure from her small body as her fingers frantically pleasured her nub.
Madara felt as his lover's release began to build, her walls starting to desperately clench around his member penetrating her so ruthlessly. He groaned in his chest as he continued to snap his hips against hers.
When Sakura came, it was with a desperate, near animalistic cry that clearly overpowered the music for one blissful moment. He growled in the back of his throat as her fluttering passage gushed around his cock, her fluids soaking the base of his length and the front of his jeans.
She refused to let up in her own pace around her clit, dragging out her violent orgasm as she continued to cry out brokenly. He didn't relent in his brutal treatment of her, his rock hard member still slamming into her spasming hole as roughly as he could manage.
His vicious treatment of her seemed to greatly satisfy his lover because, not even half a minute since her first orgasm had passed, a second rocketed through her small body.
Sakura's cries of ecstasy were near feral and perfectly timed with each of Madara's merciless thrusts. His head was spinning from the pleasure, his length so hard within her that all she could do was yield to him.
With her second orgasm having come so quickly, and with the feeling of her sopping passage dripping her hot fluids down his member, he could no longer hold on. His fingers dug into her hips so hard he knew that it would bruise as he fully seated himself within her twice.
The Uchiha groaned low in his throat as he came as deeply within her as he could manage, her spasming walls massaging his throbbing length. He continued to thrust against her, trying to press even more deeply into her channel, as he released spurts of hot ejaculate against her welcoming inner barrier.
It took a long few moments for them both to come down from their sexual high, fueled even further with the rush from their fights and their victories. The sound of heavy metal music did little to help, both of them struggling against the adrenaline and endorphins pumping through their blood that made them want to keep going.
Madara could feel his member refusing to soften, even after having released his seed within her. His length remained hard, cradled in her faintly twitching walls. Just as he had been about to remove himself from her, she began to rock against him.
His length slowly slipped in and out of her as Sakura undulated against him, her hand desperately gripping the edge of the stage as she remained deeply bowed and submissive to him.
"Don't you dare stop!" Sakura demanded over the music, peeking over her shoulder to stare up at him, arousal clear on her face.
Madara briefly wondered what he had ever done to earn the affection of the warrior woman who demanded he continue to fuck her, even after two orgasms. His incredibly powerful lover who allowed him to dominate her after she won her own battle. The goddess like woman who took her pleasure in his vicious treatment of her, him also fueled by his fight, and not only loved it but commanded that he give her more.
The thought immediately vanished as his hands returned to her hips so he could better fill her needy hole with his once again rock hard member.
Madara sat perched in a seat in the meeting room for the officers at the clubhouse, his feet propped up on the circular table as he balanced on the back legs of his chair. He tapped away at his phone, a lingering smile stretched across his lips, as he texted with Sakura.
They talked about everything and nothing at all, their conversation easy and flowing as he absorbed everything he could from their interaction.
His conversation was suddenly interrupted by a text from Kagami, surprising him. Madara spoke to the young Uchiha fairly frequently when he was present at the club, even though his attendance had become much more rare as his classes became far more challenging. Even with their familiarity, getting a text or even a phone call from the younger man was concerning in how infrequent it was.
Switching screens, Madara read the first message on the new conversation between them.
'Hey prez, got a present for u. A pic taken at the Sound 4 concert a few days ago'
Madara's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he stared down at the message. A brief sense of anxiety welled within him as he wondered if someone had caught a picture of him and Sakura behind the stage that night…
The thought vanished as quickly as it came. After all, Kagami wouldn't be so cheerful about such a development and certainly wouldn't text him about it unless he was hunting for an ass kicking…
After his brief panic passed, he was more realistically concerned that someone had gotten a picture of him with his old lady's cherry red lipstick smeared all over his mouth and neck. After all, neither him or Sakura had remembered that she had been wearing lipstick when they had fallen under the thrall of pleasure that night.
Not just that, but neither had noticed for some time as the venue had been so dark. They had already returned from their violent love making and were perched in their box seat, nursing a couple of overly expensive beers as Sakura made herself comfortable in his lap, when she had finally noticed. When she had discovered that he was covered with her lipstick, she had spent five minutes cleaning their faces with napkins from one of the food stands and giggling uncontrollably.
In the darkness of the venue, she had missed a perfect lip print that remained on his neck, close to the junction of his shoulder. He had discovered the mark that next morning when he had gone to brush his teeth after they had woken up in her apartment.
Madara had found that he felt an instant fondness for the splash of color, the placement, and what the mark meant to him. He had taken a picture of the cherry red lip print on his neck, saving it for a later time, before calling his lover into the bathroom to show her how she had marked him. They had fallen prey to the pleasure of each other's bodies once again before he finally got around to wiping the rest of the lipstick off of his throat late that morning.
The delay between Kagami's text and this picture seeming to stretch on as Madara considered the possibilities and the suspense was beginning to grate on his nerves. He could only hope that it wasn't a photo that his old lady would find displeasing. He had witnessed her wrath second hand and wanted to avoid either himself or one of his family members being forced to contend with a furious pink haired woman trained in numerous forms of martial arts and possibly armed with a piece of furniture.
The president's silent questions were answered when a picture message from the young Uchiha appeared on his phone.
The wild haired Uchiha's jaw nearly dropped as he stared at the thumbnail on his screen. He immediately tapped on the picture, bringing it to full size.
Madara took in the crisp, professional, absolutely stunning picture taken just after his and Sakura's fights in the moshpit that night had concluded.
He gazed at the photo of Sakura, perched high in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands in his hair, kissing him with such an intensity that he could relive that entire moment just staring at the screen of his phone.
Madara had never thought of what him and Sakura must had looked like at that moment, but when he considered it now, he never would have imagined that they had looked so perfect together. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, the power in her small form shining through even on screen. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hands were clinging to him firmly, her fingers buried in his hair as they shared a passionate kiss. He looked completely enraptured by her, his eyes also shut but his arms holding her almost reverently.
They were both lit up brightly, the camera having captured the perfect moment where the lights from the stage had been crisp. The crowds of people behind them were blurred but, even so, it was easy to see the frenzied expressions of joy and adrenaline as they danced. He could nearly hear their animalistic cheers mixing with the loud metal music.
His phone vibrating in his hands, snapped him from his reverie. He closed the picture to return to the conversation with Kagami.
'Pretty good, huh? Ur prob going to hear from our cousin Aiko, she's the 1 who took it. She wants to post it to her insta but needs ur and Sakuras permission'
'Sure, send her my phone number if she doesn't already have it. I'm going into a meeting now but I'll get back to her. And I'll talk to my old lady'
'U got it! U and her look really good together, btw. She seems really good for u. Ttyl'
Madara smirked before opening the picture of him and Sakura once again.
As he gazed down at the stunning picture of him and his lover, he reflected upon his life, trying to figure out what he could have possibly done to earn the affection of the his hellcat. What benevolent miracle he had performed to earn the favor of the gods. He had done so many monstrous things in his life that he couldn't figure out why the universe had rewarded him with her affection.
Madara thought of the past two months and how Sakura had so quickly turned from the most pleasurable one night stand of his life to his old lady. How she had gone from a complete stranger to someone he couldn't stop thinking about.
Even without the mind-blowing sex, she was quickly becoming an integral part of his life. A part of his life that he didn't want to give up.
The Uchiha spent every free moment he had either with her, texting her, on the phone with her, or thinking about her. He adored the sound of her voice, the way she texted, the thoughts in her head, how she so openly showed her emotions, the power in her form, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the way she smelled, the way she smiled, how fiercely she cuddled, how she loved to explore his tattoos, how she snored so cutely in her sleep, the pleasure she shared with him, her beautiful body, how she called him a pet name…
Gods, the only pet name he had ever been called was Firefly and that was by his mother when he was still just a boy, hardly as tall as a motorcycle let alone riding one.
Madara cherished every moment he spent with Sakura, talking to her, getting to know her better, hearing about her past and the fantastic thoughts in her mind. He thought of how she blew him away every day with something new and fascinating about her, whether it be an event from her past, one of her numerous skills, or her astounding knowledge.
He couldn't explain how she was able to so effortlessly soothe the turbulence in his mind, a consequence from the atrocious things he had done for the club. Her presence washed away all of his concerns, finally allowing him to quiet his mind and bask in her affection. He had even noticed that when he slept with her wrapped up in his arms, he hadn't had his regular nightmares.
When he wasn't with her, he felt like he was missing something important. He felt lost when he was by himself in his house, a home that felt empty and cold and far too quiet without her warm presence to fill it.
Madara wasn't even sure what to do with this change of heart. The strength behind his feelings, and the fact that she was quickly becoming someone that he never wanted to leave his life, left him at odds with himself. These kinds of emotions had never occurred to him before and he didn't know what they meant or what to do with them.
His attention was broken by the appearance of the trio. Itachi, Shisui, and Izumi greeted him with varying levels of enthusiasm, Itachi declaring that everyone was here and was heading up for the meeting.
As the trio turned off and dumped their cell phones into the cardboard box in the center of the table, Madara sent two final messages to Sakura.
The first was the picture Kagami had sent him and the second was a message on how he looked forward to seeing her that following day. He shut off and dumped his phone in the box just as Obito and Izuna appeared, following the same process everyone else had.
Itachi gathered up the box and walked out the door to set it outside before closing the sound proofed double doors to the meeting room and locking them behind him.
When he settled back down in his seat at the round table, Madara spoke seriously.
"The armament deal between the Senjus and the Fumas is set to take place in two weeks. We've already amassed the equipment we'll need and the Senjus still appear to be unaware of the information we received from our previous guest… Now, are there any new developments or problems that we should be concerned about?"
Sakura leaned against the nurse's station, hiding her phone from the other members of her medical team as she texted Madara.
Normally she would never disrespect her superiors, the senior doctor Dr. Kato, the doctors in training, and the first year residents who made up her team, like this. Especially with her being the lowest point on the totem pole as the medical student. But she just couldn't stop thinking about her lover and wanted to talk to him.
Sakura was happier being with Madara than she had ever been with anyone she had ever been with. He treated her better than any of her exes, showing her more respect than anyone she had ever dated. He was so incredibly thoughtful and kind to her. He listened to her every word so intently and seemed to commit everything she said to memory. He was so openly affectionate with her, never showing even the slightest amount of embarrassment when kissing or holding her in public. He had hardly been phased when she had discovered his face had been smeared with her lipstick the night of the concert, finding the fact more amusing than humiliating.
She was particularly enamored with Madara's chivalrous behaviors: how he opened doors for her, how he would walk up to her front door to pick her up for their dates instead of rudely texting her, and how he would offer her sweet compliments that were so much more thought out than "you look hot".
Not to mention she couldn't get enough of the sex and how she hadn't even come close to getting bored of the creative man's incredible body.
She never would have expected that the older man would become someone so incredibly important to her. He was in her thoughts constantly and when she wasn't busy with work or her studies, she wanted nothing more than to be with him.
When she was with him, it was like nothing outside of them truly mattered. All her worries - worries about her studies, about her job, about her future, about his secret life - melted away when he wrapped his arms around her.
Sakura recognized the feeling slowly building in her chest…
But despite her excitement, trepidation and fear lingered just beneath the surface.
What did Madara feel for her? How would this even work? What other dark secrets would she uncover? Was she even safe? Would this even go anywhere?
It was so much easier when they were just two strangers finding meaningless pleasure in each other's bodies… But now, with this warmth growing in her chest, with the time they have spent together, with what he'd shared with her about his life, with him continuing to shatter her every expectation… It had become so much more complicated.
Even though Sakura struggled with these thoughts, she struggled with the thought of letting Madara go even more. She could no longer imagine her life without his presence to fill it and was nearly frightened by how easily he had taken such an important part in her life.
As she continued to text, completely distracted from the outside world, it took a moment for her to realize that someone was talking to her.
"Sakura!"
The sound of her name snapped her out of her daze, Sakura's eyes shooting up to meet the exasperated gaze of the dark haired senior doctor.
"You need to focus. And you're being disrespectful. Put your phone away and focus on your patients and the nurses," the dark haired woman reprimanded, leveling her with a stern look.
"Ah, I'm so sorry, Dr. Kato. I'll put it away," she apologized immediately, embarrassed, as she dropped her phone back into the pocket of her scrubs.
"See to it that it stays away. You're already a nurse so I expect more from you that these other students. Don't disappoint me," the dark haired woman explained, her words harsh but her tone bordering on friendly, before adding on with a smile, "And I've told you this a dozen times already, just call me Shizune."
"Of course. I'm sorry… Shizune," Sakura continued, dropping her head as a sense of shame washed over her.
She needed to get her head in the game. She was in her final year of medical school and would be taking her second and third exams of the four exams in the Konoha Medical Licensing Examination which she needed to pass to be licensed. She had already passed the first with flying colors but knew that the day long tests only got more difficult as she progressed.
She had already gotten to do most of her specialized clinicals, her current and her goal being in the operation room with the two women who had inspired her to get into medicine: Dr. Shizune Kato (who had earned her medical degree while working as a nurse, much like Sakura) and the miracle worker and genius surgeon Dr. Tsunade Senju.
If Sakura wanted to one day be their equals, she needed to act like the professional she was. Especially if she wanted to impress Dr. Senju.
Sakura had been justifiably alarmed when she had discovered that the hot headed woman who had earned her admiration as a child had been a member of the Senju family. She had spoken to the blonde briefly, trying to discreetly suss out her association with the Senju MC.
The elder woman had given her a blunt reply, stating that while her cousins were the president and vice president of their club that she remained neutral to their 'hyper masculine hyper bullshit'. That she was the lead surgeon of the best hospital in the country and couldn't afford to be biased when lives were on the line. And that Sakura shouldn't worry even though her best friend from when she was a kid was an Uchiha.
Sakura carefully left out that her boyfriend was the president of the Uchiha MC and the two women never spoke of their associations again.
She desperately wanted to impress the elder women and one day be their equals. And to do that, she needed to remain professional and to focus on her studies.
When she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, she glanced from side to side, looking to see if anyone was watching. Instead of tempting the fates once again and possibly getting yelled at by the fiery tempered Dr. Senju this time, she snuck off to the bathroom.
Fishing her phone out of her cell in the privacy of the restroom, she unlocked her phone. She smiled at the picture of her and Madara, taken by one of the club members at the Sound Four concert, which she had secretly set at the background of her home screen.
She tapped onto the icon for texting before opening up her conversation with her boyfriend once again.
'Just got yelled at for texting, have to go. I'm gunna turn my phone off so don't worry. I can't wait to see you tonight'
There was a pause before her phone vibrated again, his returning message appearing on her screen.
'Would you be comfortable with coming to the clubhouse and meeting the rest of my family?'
She paused for a moment before a wide smile spread across her face.
'Absolutely'
A/N: A 1% club is generally considered to be an "outlaw" club by the public, although the reality behind it is much more complicated than that black and white description.
A "Property of" patch is a patch that women who aren't a member of a 1% club wear to distinguish themselves as not only being the old lady of one of the members but as being a member of that club (although not to the extent that the patch holders are). It serves as a warning to others that that woman is to be treated with the same respect as a patch holder.
While Shizune's last name is never stated explicitly, she is the niece of Dan Kato (Tsunade's dead ex). So, one could assume her last name is Kato.
I'm not sure how many of you caught this but the two men who were on a "date" at the Sound Four concert and who Madara startled when he dropped the beers onto their table were Kotetsu and Izumo. Also, even less obvious, the woman who was flirting with Obito was Guren (a Sound kunoichi from the anime for you manga readers). And even LESS obvious than that is that the two men that Sakura and Madara knocked out in the moshpit were Yorio Akado and Misumi Tsurugi, the two Sound ninja who were part of Kabuto's team during the first Chuunin Exams.
I'm curious, how many of you figured out who the characters were without me telling?
Also, a little bit of a guide for the additional chapters of the club. There are the main villages aside from Konoha: Suna (Village Hidden in the Sand), Kiri (Village Hidden in the Mist), Iwa (Village Hidden by Rocks), and Kumo (Village Hidden in the Clouds).
The smaller clubs are Ame (Village Hidden by Rain), Kusa (Village Hidden in the Grass), Taki (Village Hidden by a Waterfall), and even the women's only club of Nadeshiko (The Nakeshiko Village in the Land of Water). I wanted to be inclusive in my writing by including more women and people of color in this club. Sexism and racism is a huge issue in the motorcycle world and I wanted my fic to be as open minded as it should be.