Shifting into neutral as she pressed down on the brake pedal of her well-loved Jeep, Sakura came to a stop in front of the tall wooden gate leading into the Uchiha MC compound. The crisply painted club emblem stared back at her as she sent a text to Sasuke saying she was there and patiently waited for the gate to open.
She turned down the volume to her stereo but her fingers made up for the distracting music by tapping a senseless rhythm on her steering wheel. She forced herself to stop her tapping but soon replaced that habit by nibbling on the edge of her lower lip.
Sakura was nervous.
She wasn't frightened of meeting the rest of the Uchiha MC. She had grown up with Sasuke and Itachi. She was familiar with Izumi and she had met Shisui a handful of times. She was in a relationship with Madara. She knew that they were good people and that she could feel safe with them.
That didn't mean that she wasn't nervous about making a fool of herself in front of Madara and Sasuke's family.
Her first impression on the Uchiha family hadn't exactly been a positive one. Or at least Sakura found it difficult to believe that joining in on a bar brawl and hooking up with their president had been a positive first impression.
Her second impression hadn't been much better, since his family had only seen her for a minute before Madara had carried her off to his bike, the both of them making out the whole way.
Sakura figured that the third impression had been better than the first and second but had still ended with her getting into a fist fight and fucking her boyfriend in public...
She wanted to show the Uchiha family that she was more than just some overly violent woman who was always looking for a fight. That she wasn't just taking their leader out for a spin to satisfy some fetish or passing interest. She wanted them to see that she was a woman of character, that she could be trusted, and that she deeply cared for Madara and Sasuke.
Sakura sighed, leaning back into her seat and releasing her steering wheel.
Proving herself sounded so easy in her head but actually doing it seemed like a tall order…
The fretting woman's thoughts were interrupted by the wooden gate slowly swinging open. As the electric gate opened, she caught sight of Sasuke on the other side. She waved to him in greeting and he returned the gesture before pointing at a spot in the lot where she could park her vehicle.
She shifted her Jeep into first gear before working the clutch and the gas. Her little vehicle pulled into the lot where she parked a safe distance away from all of the neatly parked bikes of the MC members.
She forced her vehicle into park before shutting off the engine and unhooking her seat belt. When she opened her door and stepped out, Sasuke was already waiting for her.
"Hey, Sasuke," she greeted, reaching out and pulling her childhood best friend into a hug.
He readily returned the affectionate gesture, looping an arm around her waist and squeezing her back. "Hey."
Sakura pulled away, giving him a once over. The Uchiha looked belligerent and sleepless. His eyes were bordering on squinting, dark bags hanging heavily beneath them, and his ever present scowl was deeper than ever.
"Wow, you look like shit," she commented, quirking an eyebrow.
Sasuke leveled her with a flat stare. "Thanks, I feel like shit."
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"
"I haven't slept throughout the night in weeks... Some naps are just longer than others."
"You sound like me during finals week. Here. I got you something…" Sakura started before leaning back into her car to grab a paper bag from the nearby burger joint off of her passenger's seat.
He gratefully took the bag from her outstretched hand and immediately unrolled the top.
"I knew there was a reason I was still your friend," Sasuke commented before gathering up a handful of fries and shoving them into his mouth. Leaning against the side of her vehicle, he released a sigh of satisfaction that bordered on a moan.
"I even got you the kids meal. It came with a toy," Sakura continued with a grin, digging into the paper bag in his arms and pulling out a tiny plastic kunai.
He chuckled through his mouthful, shaking his head in amusement, before swallowing. "You read my mind."
Sakura smiled at her old friend, happy to see him brighten up after what had been a stressful few months. She had never seen him more worn down than since he started prospecting for the club and could only hope that he was accepted into the fold soon. Not just so he could finally accomplish his dream and not just so he could finally relax but so she could finally get some more time with her best friends.
It was so rare nowadays that both her, Sasuke, and Naruto could find time to hang out as a group. More often than not, it was either her and Naruto, her and Sasuke, or Sasuke and Naruto. She couldn't even remember the last time she spent time with Ino, let alone any of her other friends...
Their schedules never matched up, especially with her working as a nurse, doing rounds at the hospital for med school, and pursuing her relationship with Madara, with Sasuke working as a mechanic for the club, doing his prospecting, and trying to find time for his old lady Karin, and with Naruto spending time with his girlfriend Hinata and having deciding that becoming a firefighter and then running for mayor could be a good way to work his way up to governor (where Naruto got these ideas baffled both her and Sasuke and how Hinata dealt with it, no one knew).
Sakura just wanted her boys back.
Especially after having felt like she had nearly lost Sasuke a couple weeks ago after their confrontation about Madara...
While Sakura and Sasuke's interactions were still colored with the Uchiha's general disgust over her dating his uncle, Sasuke had eventually apologized for what he had said to her during their fight.
It had taken a few days (and more than likely some choice words from Naruto) but, while she had been in the middle of studying one night, a knock had sounded at her door.
Sakura blinked slowly as she was pulled from her studies by the sound of someone knocking on her front door. She shook her head to return herself back to the world of the living after having been sucked into the chapter on hematological disorders for the past hour.
She stood from the chair in front of her desk, stretching and popping nearly all the vertebra in her spine. She scratched her belly, revealed by her tank top sliding up during her stretch, before yawning widely.
Sakura glanced down at her pajamas, a loose tank top and a pair of shorts, and decided that whoever it was could deal with her in her comfortable clothes.
As she made her way towards her front door, another knock, this one louder, sounded.
"I'm coming!" Sakura called out as she strode up to her front door.
She unlocked and swung open the door and was shocked to find Sasuke standing on the other side, his hands buried in the pockets of his cut as he glared at her door frame, refusing to meet her eyes.
Sakura's surprise immediately melted away as she glowered up at the Uchiha. She was still livid with him for having so cruelly insulted her just a few days previous and having him just pop up at her apartment with no warning brought her rage right back to the surface.
He better have a damn good reason for showing up at her doorstep.
Before she could growl out what he wanted, Sasuke, without looking away from her door frame, blurted out, "I can't even begin to explain to you how disgusted I am by you having a sexual relationship with my uncle-"
"We're dating now, actually," Sakura interrupted in a snarl, roughly crossing her arms over her chest and glaring up at the Uchiha, "He called me his old lady."
Sasuke's gaze snapped to her at that, a disgusted sneer forming on his face.
"Ugh, dating? Gods, gross…" the Uchiha parroted in disbelief before shaking his head and continuing, "Ugh, whatever. Despite that, and despite the fact that it's a shit idea for you to get involved with anyone in the club, let alone him… I'm sorry."
"Sorry for…" Sakura prompted, making a cyclic gesture with her hand as she stared up at him expectantly.
If he wanted her forgiveness he'd have to come up with a better apology than that.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, alright? Stop trying to drag this out," Sasuke grumbled, glaring down at her as he shifted uncomfortably.
Sakura leveled him with an unimpressed stare. "Y'know, I didn't quite hear that first part with how loudly you said that second part…"
"Hn... I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled at you… I… ugh…" Sasuke took a steeling breath before blurting out the next part as quickly as he could force it through his teeth, "I value your friendship more than anything and the thought that I could have lost my best friend over something like who you decided to date terrifies me…"
When Sakura's jaw dropped in surprise, Sasuke took in a quick breath and tacked on, "Even though your choice in boyfriend material is spectacularly disturbing, I'm sorry and I'll leave you alone about it."
"Says the guy who's still dating the chick who keyed my car because she got it in her head that we were sleeping together…" Sakura reminded, her arms unfolding from across her chest as she quirked an eyebrow at the Uchiha looking distinctly uncomfortable in her doorway.
"Not important... Besides, you and Karin are friends now, you even let her give you that tattoo," Sasuke replied, pulling a hand out of his pocket to jab an accusing finger at where he knew her tattoo of a cherry blossom was.
"Yeah, now. After you kept dating her for a year. And besides, she's a great tattoo artist, despite being batshit crazy. But that's not important," Sakura retorted, propping her hands on her hips.
"You're right. What is important is that you forgive me so we can go get ramen with Naruto and forget this ever happened."
Sakura snorted out a laugh, the fury and moroseness from the last few days finally dissipating in the face of Sasuke's apology. "Fine. I forgive you. And I do appreciate your concern for me, despite how rudely your concerns were delivered, asshole."
Sasuke scoffed before coolly replying, "Yeah, yeah, now hurry the hell up. I haven't eaten all day and dumbass keeps texting me. If we don't hurry, he's going to show up and try to help."
Sakura laughed outright this time. "Sure, sure. Let me put on actual clothes. Go help yourself to the fridge. I think there are some cherry tomatoes in there."
Sasuke released a breath, his shoulder visibly relaxing, before he nodded once. She shut the door behind him as he let himself in.
As he helped himself to her fridge and as she changed her clothes, both of them falling back into the ease of old habits, she couldn't shake the relieved smile on her face.
Sakura finally had her best friend back...
Despite Sasuke's obvious concern, and general baseline horror, for Sakura being involved with his uncle, he had stayed true to his word and had stayed out of their relationship. A fact that Sakura had appreciated even if Naruto was less... eloquent about her budding relationship with Sasuke's uncle.
The first time Naruto had called her Unclefucker, she had laid her fist in his face so hard that she had knocked him off his feet. Despite her first reaction, and despite her having laid a foot or fist into him every time thereafter, the mischievous blond had developed a fondness for the instantly infuriating term.
She just hadn't hit him hard enough was the problem... At least Sasuke was smart enough (or traumatized enough) to never use the term to her face.
Sakura dropped the plastic ninja toy back into the bag of fast food and came back with a handful of fries. She ate the salty treats as she reached back into her car and grabbed her purse.
"Alright, I'm going to head in and see Dara." When Sasuke made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat in response to her pet name for his uncle, Sakura cuffed him in the back of the head. "You hide in my car and pound down as many of those burgers as you can before someone comes looking for you and takes them, prospect."
"You don't have to tell me twice," the Uchiha replied, immediately making himself at home in the driver's seat of her Jeep. He dropped the bag of fast food in his lap as he adjusted the seat and leaned back comfortably.
"I swear, you're nothing but legs," she laughed as she watched him adjust her car seat from the front of the tracks to the very back.
"You're just short… And thank you, Sakura," he thanked sincerely, digging into the bag and fishing out one of the half dozen cheeseburgers she had bought for him.
"What are friends for?" Sakuraasked with a smile, reaching forward to affectionately brush his bangs out of his face.
He leaned into the touch briefly before taking a comically huge bite out of his first burger. She snorted out a laugh as she stepped back and closed the door to her Jeep.
Turning to face the doors leading into the Uchiha MC clubhouse, Sakura felt her trepidation from before return.
Steeling her nerves, she adjusted her purse on her shoulder and strode towards the double doors, politely nodding in greeting to the few patch holders and visitors enjoying cigarettes and joints at the picnic tables out front. They nodded or waved to her in return before resuming their conversations, obviously knowing who she was, a fact that she wasn't sure how to feel about.
Sakura took a steeling breath before opening one of the double doors leading into the club house. Stepping inside, she took in her surroundings for the first time.
She noted a long wooden bar, manned by a sole Uchiha who looked somehow familiar. The messy haired man darted about, filling drinks and chatting with other patch holders with a friendly smile stretched across his face. She glanced up and nearly whistled at the numerous awards hanging above the bar. She knew that the club was involved in a great number of charities but the evidence of the extent of their contribution was astounding.
Her eyes continued farther, taking in the balcony overlooking the entire bottom floor and the two somehow dominating looking doors standing out at the top floor. Her gaze drifted back to the ground floor, scanning the room.
Sakura noted a handful of arcade games set along one wall, some of them being played by intoxicated patch holders. A pair of Uchihas played darts dangerously close to the gamers while a small group chatted over a game of pool.
Her eyes drifted across the numerous decorations, marveling at the hundreds of framed photographs of the Uchiha family, a variety of skulls, musical instruments, and vinyl records all hanging on the walls. Despite the decorations being so eclectic, they formed a kind of theme that suited the clubhouse well.
There were a number of tables all filled with bikers and guests alike. Some groups played cards, others drunkenly played board games. One table in particular periodically let loose the jarring sound of metal on wood as the occupants played the overly loud drinking game Quarters.
There were a few couches set up in front of a flat screen tv hanging on the wall, forming a makeshift den on the far side of the clubhouse. The couches were filled with patch holders although she couldn't recognize any of them from this distance.
Sakura felt her nervousness return tenfold when she couldn't find Madara among the crowds of strangers.
When she felt a set of strong arms wrap around her from behind, she nearly elbowed the owner in surprise. When she recognized the familiar cologne and the familiar arms wrapped around her, she breathed out a sigh of relief and leaned against their chest.
Sakura wrapped her arms around the arms encircling her as she tilted her head to face her attacker.
"Hello, my little hellcat," Madara greeted with a smirk, holding her tightly as he peeked at her from over her shoulder.
"Hey Dara," she hummed with a smile, puckering her lips in a silent request for a kiss.
His smirk softened into something warmer as he leaned down to give her a peck.
When Madara pulled back, still smiling, he asked, "Are you ready to meet everyone?"
"I have already met a few of you, you know," she reminded, "But I'm happy I get to meet the rest of your family. It seems like a lot of them already know who I am though..."
"What can I say, you make one hell of a first impression," he laughed as he guided her over towards the couches lined up in front of the flat screen tv hanging on the wall.
"I worry they're not positive first impressions though..."
"I would say that they are. Everyone knows about how you defended Sasuke from those two Senju during the bar brawl and then knocked out that guy at the concert. That picture of us is up on the wall over there, by the way," he gestured over towards one of the walls filled with decorations.
"Oh great, so everyone knows me as the crazy lady who knocks everyone out," she groaned, dropping her head.
"More like the incredibly powerful woman who seduced the president," Madara purred against her ear.
"I can be pretty seductive, can't I?" Sakura laughed, perking up to lean against his side.
"You won me over before I was even able to say a single word to you. I'd say you are," he teased in return with a smile.
When they approached the couches, Madara released her so she could squeeze between two of the three couches. Her eyes flicked up and she was surprised to see an MMA competition on the screen. Not nearly as surprised as she was to see her childhood friends Lee and Neji duking it out in the ring.
Sakura took in the people sitting in the makeshift den and was happy to recognize everyone there, even if she wasn't familiar with two of the occupants
Itachi, Izumi, and Shisui were all sharing a couch and an oversized styrofoam container filled with rolled tacos. Itachi and Izumi were involved in their own private conversation while Shisui seemed more interested in the program on the television and nursing the flask he gripped in one hand.
The trio greeted Sakura with smiles and waves, all three of them familiar with her. She returned their greetings with a wave and a smile of her own.
Obito and Izuna were seated by themselves on the other two couches. Obito's focus was entirely on the tournament, him only sparing Madara and Sakura a glance before he adjusted his feet propped up on the low table in front of him. At this angle, Sakura noticed that not only was Obito missing an arm but he had a prosthetic leg as well. She had no idea the extent of his injuries and the only thing that overpowered her curiosity was how impressed she was at how well he coped.
Izuna's attention alternated between texting on his phone, the tournament on the tv, and a half full glass of amber liquor cradled in his free hand. He glanced up at the two but at least afforded them a halfhearted wave before returning to the fights on the television.
Madara sat down on the couch next to Izuna and Sakura made herself at home in the space between her lover and the arm of the couch.
"Hey Itachi, Izumi," Sakura greeted with a smile before turning to face the eldest of the trio, "And Shisui, right?"
"Ah, she remembers!" Shisui drunkenly crowed with a wide grin, dropping his chin onto his palm as he gazed at Sakura with an overly warm expression.
Itachi turned away from Izumi to give Shisui a meaningful look, a glance which Sakura caught. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when she noticed Shisui's carefree expression suddenly darken into a confrontational stare, his attention focused onto Madara.
"Of course I-eep!" Sakura began before Madara pulled her into his lap.
She immediately tensed in surprise at the overt and sudden display of affection. She blushed intensely and froze for a long moment before forcing herself to relax.
After all, if Madara was comfortable being openly affectionate with her than she should to. She was not ashamed of their relationship in the slightest and was happy to show her affection for him... Even if it was something that would take a minute to adjust to when it took place in front of all of the other Uchihas.
She frowned in confusion when her attention returned to Shisui and she watched as he took a harsh tug from his flask.
"Of course I… remember…" she finished weakly, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips when she realized that the messy haired Uchiha was ignoring her in favor of the television in front of them.
What the hell was that about?
Breaking the silent tension, Itachi greeted Sakura with a polite nod. "Good evening, Sakura. I hope your day went well."
"And how's med school going?" Izumi tacked on with a friendly smile, taking a bite of one of the rolled tacos from the trio's shared meal.
"I, uh..." she started dumbly, still reeling from the bizarre exchange, before shaking her head and forcing her thoughts into coherence, "Thanks, it's been pretty nice. And med school has been very challenging. But a good challenge, I think. I'm really enjoying getting to work in the setting I want."
"I'm glad to hear it," Izumi replied.
Before Sakura could continue with her small talk with Izumi, Madara interjected, "Sakura. Have you met these two?"
Sakura followed Madara's gesturing and made eye contact with both Obito and Izuna.
"We haven't been introduced," she answered simply.
"Well, this sour bastard is Obito. He's our sergeant at arms," Madara introduced, gesturing towards the one armed man that Naruto had once referred to as the 'attack dog'.
"Er, nice to meet you," Sakura greeted awkwardly, giving him a smile.
Obito glared at Madara before nodding to her politely. "It's nice to meet you as well, Sakura."
When Obito's attention returned to the MMA tournament in front of him, Sakura breathed an internal sigh of relief. She was grateful that she had passed the mysterious man's test and hadn't somehow earned his ire. From what Sasuke had told her, Obito was the man whose good side you wanted to stay on.
"And this is my baby brother, Izuna, the VP," Madara continued, clapping his hand onto the shoulder of the man sitting next to him.
"Stop calling me that, asshole. At least call me your younger brother if you're so set on being so informative," Izuna growled, leveling his older brother with an unimpressed glare.
"You're so cute when you're mad," Madara teased in response, grinning.
"Sadist," the VP hissed before turning to Sakura with a polite smile, "It's very nice to finally meet you, Sakura. I don't think I've ever seen my brother so… smitten."
Izuna's teasing about her and Madara's relationship drew a blush to Sakura's cheeks. "It's nice to meet you to."
"I am very smitten. Who wouldn't be, with the thing she can do with her mou-" Madara started with a wolfish grin before Sakura slapped her hands over his mouth.
"Shush!" Sakura yelped, a bright red flush spreading across her cheeks.
Madara laughed against her hands, pulling her closer to his chest. Izuna leveled them with a disgusted glance before scooting closer to the edge of the couch and putting more distance between himself and the two lovers.
Sakura smiled warmly, gazing into her lover's eyes as she released him. He looped his arms around her waist, holding her against him, before leaning up to press another kiss to her lips. She returned his affectionate gesture before leaning against his chest and returning her focus to the rest of those sitting around the flat screen.
She felt euphoric wrapped up in Madara's arms. She felt as if there was absolutely nothing that could touch her and the anxiety she had felt earlier slowly melted away. She felt as if she were home and as if those surrounding her, friends and strangers alike, were welcome guests.
It was because of this slowly growing comfort with her surroundings that she was finally able to unwind. So much so that when Izuna wandered off to refill his glass of spirits and returned with a handle of rum and two new glasses, she happily accepted a cup.
Sakura had taken her drink with a thank you and a smile, taking a deep sip from the spiced liquor. As the warmth of the spirits seeped from her stomach to the rest of her body, she cuddled up to her favorite spot against Madara's chest and finally allowed herself to be herself.
As they continued to drink, the handle of spiced rum slowly waning away, she spoke to those sitting at the makeshift den like old friends. She had conversations that she would remember for the rest of their life, even if they were fogged by the warm haze of alcohol.
Izumi and her had gotten into a spirited discussion about feminism and the lack of representation of women in music. Izumi was an accomplished musician herself and spent much of her free time honing her craft. Sakura, while unskilled in any musical art, was thrilled to share her opinions of one of her favorite female singers: the outspoken Tayuya from the band The Sound Four.
Sakura had been especially captivated by Izuna telling Sakura about memories from his and Madara's childhood. Her lover had been quite the little anarchist as a child and the borderline embarrassing stories Izuna regaled Sakura with had the pink haired woman laughing in delight.
When Izuna had given out one of his brother's closely guarded secrets, how he was so sensitive to people being behind him that he couldn't even pee with an audience, Sakura had giggled so hard that she had snorted. Madara had elbowed his brother in the rib cage, nearly making the younger Uchiha spill his drink and putting an end to his teasing.
More than anything, however, Sakura would look back on her conversations with Obito with a sense of accomplishment and delight. She had finally breached his standoffish exterior and began a real conversation when she had commented about the fighters on screen. The one armed Uchiha had been impressed to discover that Sakura was friends with the famous MMA fighters Rock Lee, Neji Hyuga, and Tenten, but not nearly as impressed as he had been when she told him she was a black belt herself.
Sakura was even able to meet a great number of the other patch holders in the club, so many that she would never be able to remember all of their names. The other bikers, men and women alike, had been curious about their president's old lady and had no qualms about coming over to greet her. The number of times she had turned down a cigarette, a joint, or another drink nearly outnumbered the quantity of compliments she had received (the majority of them being about her fighting style, her hair, or her ass, much to her drunken amusement).
As the night continued onward, and as the handle of rum slowly dissipated into nothing, Sakura allowed herself to fall into the warm embrace of intoxication as she cuddled up into the warm embrace of her affectionate and equally intoxicated lover.
Madara and Sakura had drank so much that neither had any hope of getting home that night.
There was no way Madara trusted himself to get on his bike and there was absolutely no chance he would trust himself with his old lady's life on the road in his current state. Even less likely than that was him trusting her to get behind of the wheel of her stick shift Jeep.
Sakura fared no better, her drunken laughter loud and infectious, her tongue loose, and her speech candid.
Madara was amazed at how quickly she had won over Izuna and Obito, his lover having made friends with his brother and cousin nearly instantly. It was as if she had read their minds. After all, the quickest way to Izuna's heart was alcohol and reminiscing about the past and the quickest way to Obito's heart was fighting and being treated like he wasn't an invalid.
Sakura had honed in on these facts so quickly and implemented them so effectively that she had befriended his brother and sergeant at arms faster than he could have ever expected.
Even more impressive, every patch holder who had met her that night had loved her. So much so that Madara knew that it was only a matter of time before all of his club mates began to hound him to have her around more often.
Well, with the exception of one...
More than that, however, the excessive alcohol Madara and his old lady had drank had brought out Sakura's inner flirt and she was relentless.
Ever since she had drifted into an tipsy state, she had been driving him crazy with her affection. Her wandering hands had gotten incredibly bold in her intoxication, her fingertips often sneaking their way beneath his shirt even with an audience. As she remained perched in his lap, she had begun to discreetly grind down against his now constantly half hard length.
When she had sneakily cupped him through his pants when she thought no one was looking, however, Madara had decided two things: One, they were far too drunk to be in public and, two, he was going to fuck her into his mattress.
Thank the gods the clubhouse had spare rooms for all of the officers, and a bunk room for the regular members, who got too intoxicated to leave, who stuck around overnight for club business, or who had a bed partner to play with.
The lovers had just barely made it into the hallway leading to all of the spare rooms when Sakura attacked, fisting her hands in his shirt and dragging him down into a searing kiss.
Madara immediately pinned his lover against the wall behind her, trapping her with his arms as he pressed his knee between her thighs. She whimpered against his lips as he ground his thigh against her clothed sex, sending a thrill of anticipation down his spine.
He released her just so he could begin to walk her backwards towards his room. Their passionate kiss never broke, her hands already snaking beneath his shirt to run her hands and fingernails across his muscled chest and stomach.
It took little time to find the door to his sanctuary in the clubhouse but Madara had a brief struggle, one very reminiscent of his struggle to unlock the door to the warehouse all those months ago, where he had to fish out the key to his room and unlock the door.
A struggle that was made that much more difficult with his lover palming his already rock hard member through his jeans. He bucked into her hand as he nipped her bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from his lover.
When Madara finally got the door unlocked and threw it open, Sakura was already dragging him inside by his belt.
The Uchiha sloppily toed off his boots as he guided her towards his bed, her following his lead and flicking off her sandals as they went. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, their kiss was broken by her drunkenly and gracelessly falling back onto the mattress. He immediately dropped to his knees in between her thighs.
She pulled off her top, carelessly tossing it somewhere behind her and revealing the lacy black bra beneath. He grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it off over his head, dropping it to the floor. As she unclasped her bra, he hastily unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts and ripped them, and her delicate matching panties, off of her hips.
Sakura sighed in pleasure, her head falling back against the sheets, as Madara pressed heated kisses to the soft skin of her belly. As his gentle kisses spanned from hip bone to hip bone, lingering on the tattoo of a cherry blossom on her hip, she tugged her bra all the way off. One arm stretching high above her head to deposit it onto the floor. One of his hands followed her stretch, his palm sliding up her side until he grasped her dainty breast.
Sakura gasped when he rolled her nipple between his gloved fingertips. She reached down to take his gloved hand in hers, tugging on the fingers of the piece of leather until the glove slipped off. Taking his now bare hand in her hands, she pressed his palm to his breast with a contented sigh. He hummed against her skin, squeezing her breast and and toying with her nipple, as her hands slid down his arm and down her side to reach him.
Sheaffectionately threaded her fingers into his ebony hair, brushing his bangs out of his face, as his broad hands cradled the dip of her waist and cupped her breast. When he suddenly bit the tender skin below her navel, she gasped and tugged at his locks.
Madara chuckled deeply against her skin, drawing a blush from her. He dragged his tongue across the love bite as he tugged off his other glove and let it drop to the floor.
Pulling away from her with a roguish grin, his hands slipped down from her waist to her hips. He guided her to flip over onto her stomach, an action Sakura eagerly followed, swaying her hips sensually. His length twitched in his pants as he caught a glimpse of how wet she already was.
Madara stood and hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, dropping them, pistol and all, to the floor and stepping out of them. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his knees sliding between hers and spreading her legs even wider.
He placed his hands on her toned rear cheeks, spreading her wide to accommodate his throbbing erection. He ground his rock hard member against her hot rear opening, his lover groaning and rubbing herself against him as if she was in heat.
"Ah! Daraaa. Please fuck me in the ass," Sakura moaned into the mattress, grinding her rear against his length.
He tensed, his fingertips digging into her hips, as arousal washed over him. His cock twitched in it's seat nestled between her cheeks.
Had he heard her right?
"Gods, hellcat, are you sure?" Madara groaned as he roughly ground against her, their combined efforts putting his dick in a pleasurable vice that sent a thrill through his blood.
"I've wanted you to since the warehouse. You drive me crazy when you rub my asshole, I want you to bury yourself in it. Please," she confessed hotly, the alcohol they had drank earlier allowing her inner, filthy thoughts to readily spill from her lips.
Madara growled low in his throat just from her words, a drop of pre cum beading at his tip already. Gods, at this rate he could finish just from listening to her. He had never heard such filth fall from her lips before and couldn't even come up with anything to say in the face of her erotic demand.
He popped his first two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet.
Instead of responding with words, he responded by pulling back and rubbing his soaking wet fingers against Sakura's tight hole. She keened as she spread her legs farther for him.
The Uchiha pressed one slick finger into her entrance, pushing passed the tight ring of muscle and drawing a gasp from his lover. He groaned at the lurid sight of his finger dipping into her ass and her feminine passage glistening with her arousal.
Madara's throbbing length twitched in pleasure at the sight of his lover's fingers sneaking down to rub circles around her clit.
Pressing another finger into Sakura's depths, he slowly and carefully stretched out her impossibly tight opening. She barely muffled her moans into the pillows, spreading her legs wide and presenting everything to him as she continued to draw frantic circles around her clit.
As the biker slowly fucked her rear entrance with his fingers, he used his free hand to pump his length. He shivered as the pleasure washed over him, barely holding back a moan of his own. Holding his member steady in his hand, he teased her already dripping wet opening with the head of his cock, only shallowly penetrating her.
"Ah! Please keep-! Mmm!" Sakura cried out as she desperately tried to press back against him, her hips shaking from her arousal.
He sunk his length all the way into his lover's feminine passage, her plush channel squeezing him tightly. He thrust into her a few times, gathering her slickness onto his length. She gasped in pleasure, her fingers stuttering in their pace circling her clit.
The Uchiha removed his fingers from her ass to gather a bead of saliva onto his unused fingers, salving her rear opening with the lubricant. He dipped his fingers back into her once again, thrusting deeply into both of her passages.
When he removed his fingers and his member from her, leaving her empty, Sakura whimpered.
Madara took one moment to gaze down at his lover, at how wide she was spread for him and how unbelievably sexy she looked in that moment. His member was so hard that he could hardly take it, his gaze flicking up to his prize as the prospective pleasure became too much to resist.
He placed one of his broad hands on her rear cheek, spreading her wide for him as he used his free hand to position himself against her. He pressed the head of his slick member against her tight opening, challenging the feeling of resistance. He slowly buried his length in her ass, taking in a broken breath as the tight ring of muscle yielded to his slow thrust. He groaned low in his throat as the head of his member slipped passed the resistance and into her hot channel, his lover below him releasing a heated moan.
Madara continued until he was fully seated within her, taking in a desperate breath at the sensation of being buried in her. Her tight ring of muscle was snug around the base of his cock, tightly clenching around him as if to encourage him to keep moving.
Sakura's breathy gasps of pleasure spurred him on, him pulling nearly all the way out before burying himself in her to his hilt again.
He repeated this gentle thrust three more times before she cried out, "Stop teasing and fuck me!"
Madara growled low in his throat, arousal shooting through him at her demand. "Gods, anything you want."
The ebony haired man snaked one arm across her breasts and pulled her back flush against his chest. As his arm kept her steady against his chest, and as her arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck for something to hang onto, he dropped his free hand down to draw rapid circles around her clit.
Unable to resist her passionate demand any longer, he started fucking her in earnest, burying his length into her rear channel as deeply as he could.
Sakura's fevered moans, unhindered by the pillows, were like music to his ears. He held back, not wanting to hurt his lover, even though his rough treatment was drawing out the loudest moans he had ever heard from her. His fingers continued to rub rapid circles around her clit as her hands barely clung to his neck.
When Sakura came after just a few handfuls of thrusts, surprising Madara with it's quickness, her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her passage clenched around his member but her tight ring of muscle squeezed the base of his cock so tightly he was shocked he could still move inside of her.
Madara slipped his fingers into her sopping feminine passage, groaning in pleasure as he felt how soaking wet she was. The feeling of both of her holes quivering around his fingers and his cock in sync, and being able to feel his member filling her rear passage through the thin barrier between her channels with his fingers, sent a rush of pleasure through him.
"A-ah! Daraaa! Harder! Please," Sakura begged brokenly as she grasped at the back of his neck and arched into him.
The Uchiha hissed in pleasure as she continued to cum around him, her ring of muscle frantically fluttering around his member as his unwavering thrusts continued. He slipped his fingers out of her feminine passage, rubbing her clit roughly a few times and wrenching a cry of ecstasy from his lover.
His hands migrated to her hips and the space between her shoulder blades, her arms unwinding from his neck. When he pressed against her back and pushed her down against the mattress, she eagerly followed the movement.
"Touch yourself," Madara commanded, his fingertips digging into her soft skin as he forced himself to hold back.
Sakura groaned indistinctly in response, one hand slipping between her legs to play with herself as the other supported her. The Uchiha's hand drifted down to spread her cheeks, his greedy eyes taking in the sight of his member buried in her rear opening. He moaned, ingraining the sight into his mind before he roughly grasped her hips and set a truly hard pace.
This time, Madara gave her his all, the tip of his unrelenting cock reaching his lover's deepest place as he buried himself in her as roughly as he could. His pace was unwavering even in the face of her wild, blissful moans.
He thought he could recognize his name and the word yes in Sakura's cries of ecstasy.
She bucked back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own and increasing the force of their coupling. He released her hips so he could drop his hands on either side of her head, leaning over her so he could thrust into her deeper.
He nearly thanked the gods when Sakura came again, his lover sobbing in pleasure against his rumpled bedspread. He only hung on for a handful more thrusts before his pace stuttered and he buried himself as deep as he could in her hot, fluttering channel.
Madara released a broken breath as the pleasure rocketed through him. His hips twitched against her as he filled her ass with his seed, her tight ring of muscle continuing to squeeze the base of his pulsing member and milking him for all he was worth.
He continued to pant in pleasure as he emptied himself as deeply as he could in her in spurts, shocked by just how much of his cum he was filling her with. She continued to spasm around him as she drew out her own orgasm as far as she could, her fingers slowing but not stopping in their pace circling her clit.
Madara wasn't sure he had ever cum so much or so hard in his life.
When he finally finished emptying himself in her, he sat up to gaze down at their joining. He nearly thought that he could go again but the exhaustion from their intense love making, and the fact he was still very much drunk, set in so quickly he knew it was out of the question. Even if the last vestiges of Sakura's drawn out orgasm, and the twitches of her passage that came with it, still brought him pleasure.
Watching the site of their joining, Madara slowly removed himself from his lover's ass. He groaned as he slipped out of her and as her tight ring of muscle tightened almost painfully around his softening member, forcing him out of her.
Sakura whimpered as he pulled out, her thighs trembling under the force of the pleasure they shared. She finally pulled her hand away from her pleasure point as she dropped down onto the bed, trying to catch her breath.
He collapsed next to her in an exhausted heap, immediately pulling his boneless lover into his arms. She draped herself over him with a breathless huff, tucking her head beneath his chin as she cuddled up to his chest.
"Gods, you're incredible…" the Uchiha panted, wrapping his arms around her.
"That was the best sex of my life," Sakura groaned, still drunk as well, before pressing a lazy kiss to his throat.
"Agreed," he sighed in satisfaction as he tilted his head so his cheek rested atop her head.
Sakura hummed in satiety as she slid her hand up his muscled chest. Her fingertips brushed along the outlines of the tattoos on his ribs and chest curiously. She traced the head of the grizzly bear inked across his rib cage before drifting to the wolf on the opposite side. She made sure to drag her fingernails across the outline of the defined muscles of his abdomen, drawing a shiver and a euphoric sigh from the ebony haired man.
Madara basked in her affections, eyes closed and head sunken into the pillow, in absolute bliss. As she explored, he ran his fingers through her hair, gently finger combing any tangles he found.
Sakura finally settled on her favorite tattoo, the hawk inked across his pectoral, as she settled against his chest. She sighed contentedly, lazily tracing the outline of the swooping bird of prey.
The Uchiha used his free hand to tilt up her chin. She followed the motion until they were gazing into each others' eyes. She smiled sweetly, drawing a warm smile from him.
"Hi," she whispered, the hand that was once tracing his tattoos flattening across his pectoral and sliding up his chest to cling to his shoulder.
"Hi…" he hummed in response, tilting his head down so he could press a kiss to her lips.
His lover giggled against his lips, breaking their kiss and drawing a chuckle from him. She pressed her lips to his again. This time Madara broke the kiss because he couldn't stop smiling. Despite how hard they tried, pressing kisses to each others lips over and over, neither could contain their smiles and laughter enough to kiss the other properly.
The affection he could feel coming from his lover warmed him down to his bones. He couldn't recall a time he had ever felt so happy...
Madara rolled over onto his side, Sakura sliding off of him and resting her head on the pillow next to him. Her leg remained hooked around his thighs but her hand drifted down his chest to draw nonsensical patterns on his skin.
His free hand settled on her hip, his thumb sweeping along the soft skin there, as he dropped his forehead against hers to gaze into her eyes. He couldn't shake the smile from his face, far too overwhelmed by the euphoria of being wrapped up in her embrace.
The Uchiha felt blissful and intoxicated. Intoxicated from the alcohol still blurring the outer edges of his vision, intoxicated from the absolute best sex of his life, intoxicated from her sweet affections, intoxicated from his absolute love for her...
Madara paused. His drunken mind spun, grasping for balance as all of his thoughts coalesced into one single, breath-taking revelation:
He was in love with Sakura.
The realization came to Madara like it was the simplest thing on the planet. It was suddenly the clearest, most obvious thing in existence. Why he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, why she brought that warm feeling to his chest every time he saw her, why she was able to make him forget about the life he lead when he was with her, how she was able to chase away the darkness that seemed to follow him wherever he went, why he felt alone when he wasn't with her… It all made so much sense.
He was in love with her.
Madara's smile disappeared from his face, instead replaced with a look of shock and amazement. His lover's own smile dropped, instead concern flooding her features.
"Are you okay?" Sakura asked seriously, her fingertips skimming across his collarbone.
Madara huffed out a laugh, his warm smile returning in full force.
Gods, he was better than okay. He finally understood. He finally knew what the feeling that he been growing in his chest had been. He finally knew what he needed to do.
His hand drifted up to cradle Sakura's cheek. His thumb swept along the arch of her cheekbone as he marveled at her. Concern still lingered in her expression as she waited for his answer.
"I love you," Madara confessed, gazing into her eyes.
Sakura's mouth popped open and her eyes widened in surprise. She was silent for a long moment, to the point where nervousness began to mount in Madara's chest.
Was it too soon? He had never been in love like he loved her... In that moment he had felt like it was the most natural, the most right thing to say. But now, with her emerald eyes staring into his, her kiss swollen lips still parted in surprise, and with the silence between them growing, he worried he had frightened her...
At least until Sakura's lips slowly widened into a blissful smile, her eyes reflecting the joy in her heart. She surged forward, pressing a deep, passionate kiss to his lips. She rolled over on top of him, her arms wrapping around his neck, as they shared kiss after blissful kiss.
Madara's head spun from the passion behind her kisses and he had to grab onto her hips to find his balance.
When she finally sat up on her elbows above him, her messy pink hair hanging wildly around her face as she gazed down at him with an overjoyed smile, he was dazed.
"I love you," Sakura purred sweetly in response, pressing another affectionate kiss to his lips which he returned euphorically.
Their lips moved against each others', unhurried, her body draped across his so sweetly. He felt like his heart could come out of his chest to be united with the woman he loved.
Gods, he was in love.
Madara never thought he would one day find himself in love. He never thought he would have deserved such a thing after all the crimes, all the atrocities, he had committed. A man like him -a man whose hands were steeped in blood, a man who fought in a secret war that had been waged since long before he had been born, a man who had committed acts so savage that nightmares still plagued him- had no right to be loved by a woman like Sakura.
Madara had always thought he would join his parents and his brothers in the afterlife before he was blessed with the love of a goddess of a woman like Sakura. He had always assumed he would die at the hands of a Senju, alone, unwed, and unloved outside of his family. He had only had it in him to pray that his death would mean that one of those he loved got to keep living. That his death as a pawn in this endless, pointless war would mean something.
What had he done to earn this joy, this euphoria, this love? What gods had he pleased with his abominations?
He should turn her away. He should let her go. Let her find love with someone who actually deserved her. Let her live a happy life with someone whose love wouldn't put her in danger. Let her love someone who didn't walk the line between life and death every day, someone who could give her what she deserved...
But, gods, after a lifetime of giving every drop of blood, every bead of sweat, and every tear from his body to the club, after sacrificing everything of himself to protect those he loved with all of his heart… Madara wanted to be just a little selfish for once.
He wanted to trick himself into believing he could earn her love. Even if just for a little bit.
When they finally separated, both breathless but rapturous, Madara pulled her against his chest. Sakura curled up against him sweetly, her arms clinging to his shoulders as she draped himself across his chest. He dropped his chin against the crown of her head as their legs tangled and as he wrapped himself around her. Neither could stop smiling as they clung to one another.
Madara had no idea what he had done to earn Sakura's love but knew in that moment that he would do anything to keep it.
He was hers...
"Sweet hellcat..." he whispered into her hair as she nuzzled his throat.
The lovers drifted off to sleep naked and uncovered, on top of the blankets and with the lights still on. Neither could find it in them to care when they were so comfortably wrapped up in the arms of the one they loved.
Sasuke downed yet another shot of whiskey, sloppily setting the glass onto the top of the bar with a sharp click. He was barely able to set the glass down correctly, the shot glass making a grating noise as it spun on it's base and righted itself haphazardly.
He didn't shake his head to ward of the taste of the alcohol as he normally would, too far into his drinking for the taste of the spirits to even phase him. As he pushed the glass towards the opposite edge of the bar, he waved to Kagami, non-verbally expressing that he wanted another drink.
The young prospect dropped his head into his palm, staring down into the bar with an expression more befitting a man who had witnessed some great tragedy.
Something that Sasuke may have very well seen…
The young Uchiha had witnessed a great many terrible things since joining the MC. He had seen people getting beaten, stabbed, shot, tortured, buried alive. He had witnessed executions, people getting a bullet put into their head, people pushed off their bikes on the freeway, people getting hot dosed. He had even taken a life for the sake of protecting his family, something that would haunt him until the day he died...
But he didn't think that anything would ever be as horrifying, that anything would ever be as emotionally and mentally scarring, as watching one of his childhood best friends getting fucked in the ass by his uncle.
Sasuke shivered in horror, bile rising to his throat.
He hoped to the gods that neither Madara or Sakura had noticed him closing the door to his uncle's room as they had been so caught up in the throes of passion. More than anything, however, Sasuke hoped that if he got drunk enough now that he would black out and forget any of that had ever happened.
Kagami, the merciful and understanding man he was, didn't return to Sasuke with another shot of alcohol. Instead, he returned with a mason jar full of the club's specially distilled whiskey and an actual glass and dropped his gifts onto the table in front of the younger Uchiha. The elder gave the young patch holder a sympathetic look before grabbing Sasuke's finished shot glass and going to tend to the other Uchihas at the bar.
"Thank you…" Sasuke mumbled as he twisted off the top to the jar and dumped the contents into the fresh glass in front of him, very nearly missing entirely.
He took a deep breath before downing half the glass in three long gulps, the taste overwhelming him this time as a shiver slunk down his spine. He let loose a harsh breath as his mouth burned from the high proof alcohol. He scrunched his eyelids as he swallowed back the taste, shaking his head once before forcing down another deep sip.
As Sasuke attempted to drown himself in alcohol enough to forget the horrors he had witnessed, Itachi consoled a distraught Shisui on the opposite side of the bar.
The younger of the two Uchiha spoke to Shisui in a low voice, his messy haired cousin miserably folded over the bar. The elder took a measured sip from the glass in his hands before sighing dejectedly.
"Well, why didn't you ever ask her on a date if you felt that way?" Itachi questioned simply, resting one elbow onto the bar and leaning in to maintain a private conversation with his cousin.
"I thought I was too old for her! But apparently age doesn't matter to her if she's the P's old lady now…" Shisui whined, his shoulders slumping as he swirled the glass of liquor in his hand, "He's like six years older than me…"
"Eight years. Closer to nine, actually," Itachi, perhaps unhelpfully, supplied.
"Shit, he's sixteen years older than her?" Shisui asked, shooting Itachi a surprised look, before he sunk back into his seat, "I thought eight was pushing when I thought about asking her out…"
Itachi quirked an eyebrow at his cousin and lifelong best friend. "Perhaps you shouldn't have made a judgment about her before getting to know her first?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's all my fault I'm miserable. You don't have to keep pointing it out…" the messy haired Uchiha grumbled before taking another drag from his glass, finishing off the contents.
He stared into the empty cup with a forlorn look, halfheartedly twirling the glass in his fingers. During the long pause between the two best friends, Shisui waved to Kagami, silently asking for a refill of his drink.
"There will be other women, Shisui," Itachi tried, sensing the upset in his cousin's expression, as Kagami made his way over to refill Shisui's glass.
The bar tending Uchiha glanced between his two cousins, an expression of concern on his face as he carefully refilled Shisui's glass. Instead of commenting on the obvious tension, much the same as how he had left Sasuke alone, the messy haired Uchiha turned away to give them their privacy.
Shisui took a long sip of his drink, grimacing and swallowing back the bitter taste, before he admitted, "Sure... but no one like her…"
Itachi patted his cousin in the back in a soothing manner, trying to console his heart broken friend, before deftly snatching the half full glass from his hands.
"Hey!" Shisui yelled, drunkenly glaring at Itachi as he easily skirted outside of his friend's reach.
"You're drunk, Shisui. Go sleep it off or you'll do something stupid," Itachi explained simply as he dumped the contents of the glass into a nearby potted plant.
A/N: A "hot dose" is a fatal mixture of heroin and other substances (meth, cocaine, battery acid, etc) that is given to a victim in the form of a syringe. It can be forced onto a person or given to a unsuspecting addict so they can kill themselves.