A/N: Today, December 24th, is Madara's birthday! So a very happy birthday to our favorite Uchiha mastermind!

A Joyful Yuletide, a Happy Kwanzaa, a (belated) Happy Hanukkah, a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, and an all around Happy Holidays to everyone. Consider this my holiday gift to all of you. Thanks for reading!

Kakashi pulled his scarf higher up his face, concealing his mouth behind the soft fabric, as he exited the MMA studio he had spent the last few hours training in. His muscles were sore and his skin still stung from the blossoming of fresh new bruises, but he could not lose the smile from his face after the invigorating sparring session with his long time pupils.

Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura still remained behind in the gym, all three of them celebrating Sakura's graduation from medical school in their own special way: by beating the crap out of each other.

The silver haired man shook his head in amusement as he began his walk down the sidewalk and around the gym to his car. His three students never failed to both impress and entertain him. Although his favorite student (and one he'd never admit out loud was his favorite) recently had him greatly concerned.

After all, the fact that Sakura had somehow become involved with the president of the Uchiha MC and Sasuke's uncle, Madara Uchiha, filled Kakashi with a deep sense of apprehension. He knew that she was a smart woman and that she was more than capable of making her own decisions but that didn't assuage the feeling of unease he felt about the entire situation. The sense that something was very wrong.

Kakashi had always held this same concern for Sasuke, especially when the then teenage Uchiha had told him he wanted to become a member of the MC once he was old enough. To a lesser extent, the elder man even maintained this same worry for Naruto due to his mother being cousins with Mito Uzumaki, the Senju MC president's wife. He had been able to put aside his distress about their connections to the violent MCs, however, in order to train them.

He could still remember when the trio, just kids at the time, had trudged into his workplace, covered in bruises, bandages, and blood, and demanding to be taught how to fight. Kakashi may act as if he was completely aloof, but his sharp gaze and even sharper mind had easily been able to discern the need that these children had.

Even though he had been a young man at the time and had just began to teach group classes to bring in extra money, he had taken the three children under his wing. As if he had had much choice in the matter all those years ago. His old master Hiruzen Sarutobi was a difficult man to say no to and, when he paid your checks, you generally didn't.

Although he had been upset about the development at first, the brats had grown on him as time went on. It didn't help that they had actually passed his bell test, something no other student had been able to accomplish before or since. It was baffling to him how little people understood the value of friendship or of teamwork.

Kakashi supposed he couldn't be too upset at all those who had failed his test. After all, he had learned the value of those precious things the hard way, something he was forced to remember once again with Sakura having gotten romantically involved with a member of the Uchiha MC. And not just any member...

It had to be the member that was his mentor.

Kakashi had made a great many mistakes in his life. He could easily admit that he was a veritable fuck up, a grade A piece of trash. He tried his damndest every day to atone for what he had done, or failed to do, but nothing he ever did seemed to make a difference to him. Nothing would ever make up for the biggest mistake of his life.

Nothing he had ever done had made up for abandoning Obito and Rin during their darkest times.

Visiting Rin's gravestone every day hadn't made up for the fact he had never visited Rin in the hospital when she was in her coma and that he had purposefully avoided going to her funeral. And teaching these kids the value of teamwork and friendship hadn't made up for the fact that he had outright deserted Obito after the car crash, not brave enough to face his crippled friend after what had happened.

Kakashi hadn't even had the will to fight back when Obito finally confronted him and gave him what was coming to him by giving him the worst beating of his life. It only made it worse that Sakura had to decide to date the only man in that past situation who had had any sense at the time and who had ripped Obito off of him: Madara Uchiha.

There was a very short list of people that Kakashi could say he respected. For what Madara had done to take care of Obito following the loss of Rin, for doing everything that Kakashi had failed to do as a friend, Madara had made it onto that exclusive list. But even though Kakashi may have respect for the elder man, it didn't make him any more comfortable with Sakura being in a romantic relationship with him.

Despite his urgings for peace, the Uchiha MC president wasn't known for his kindness or forgiveness in regards to the Senju.

Kakashi sighed deeply as he continued onwards, digging into his pocket to fish out his keys as he tried to push away his thoughts. He forced himself to bury his emotions and his concerns, much in the same way that he had for the past twenty years. Or rather, his entire life, if he was being honest with himself. Sakura was a grown woman, she was a doctor now even, and it wasn't any of his business if Sakura decided to date Sasuke's uncle (despite how revolted Sasuke was and how baffled Kakashi had been by the development).

It didn't matter if her love life unintentionally forced him to confront old demons. That was his problem and not hers. He wouldn't dare bring up his concerns not only because it was her special day and because it was none of his business but because he knew that doing so would only result in her upset.

When Kakashi looked back up to search for his car in the parking lot, his key ring loosely held in his hand, his eyes fell upon the last people he had ever expected to see in that moment. He immediately dropped his keys as his feet became rooted to the ground, his eye widening as he stared at the two newcomers.

He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He always had the worst luck.

His gaze locked onto Obito and Madara as they both approached the MMA gym from the parking lot. Madara tucked a cell phone into the inner pocket of his cut while Obito fingered the edge of a well worn paperback he carried in his one remaining hand. Kakashi's one eye lingered on Obito, unable to look away.

It had been years since he had seen him. The Uchiha looked so drastically different that it was a shock that the man in front of Kakashi now and the boy he once knew were the same person. The man before him now was jaded and weathered. He looked as if he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders and was all the more furious because of it.

It didn't help that Obito refused to even look at him, a deep scowl marring his scarred features as he treated Kakashi like a ghost. Something he may as well have been, considering their past.

Madara, on the other hand, looked nearly the same as the last time the silver haired man had seen him. The man had aged, certainly (it had been twenty years since Kakashi's fight with Obito after all), but he was still very much the same. Despite the fine lines making their appearance on his face, the Uchiha still had the stature of a fighter. Despite the word president printed on a patch sewn onto his cut, the piece of leather still fit him the same. And despite years of a fighting an underground war, he still walked as proudly as he ever had.

The only real difference was the look that Madara gave Kakashi when their gazes met, his eyebrow quirking up as if he was curious to see how this interaction would play out. His eyes flicked to the side to land on Obito, the analytical expression remaining as he waited to see what reaction the younger Uchiha would have.

Kakashi couldn't find the words to say as the two Uchiha approached, taking the same sidewalk that he had taken to reach the gym. He continued to stare at Obito, his one functioning eye wide, as they drew closer.

The walkway was too small for three people, especially with Kakashi standing in the middle of the sidewalk in shock. When the two men passed, Obito roughly shoulder checked the silver haired man, pushing him out of the way. Kakashi stumbled and spun around from the force of the casual blow, whipping around to stare at the clan crest on the back of Obito's cut.

When the two men finally reached the entrance to the gym that Kakashi had just left and swung open the glass door to enter, the silver haired man was finally able to find his voice.

"Obito," he called out, his voice sounding much more fragile than he wanted it to. As if he even knew what he wanted to sound like when finally facing with his once best friend who he had abandoned all those years ago - when finally facing the biggest demon from his past.

Obito looked to the side after hearing his name, finally making eye contact with Kakashi. His gaze was so full of venom and disgust, like he was staring at scum on his boot, that it took Kakashi's breath away. The words that he had desperately been trying to piece together in his head withered away in his throat at the look in his former friend's eye.

The sergeant at arms continued inside, not bothering to respond, and was followed by Madara. The elder Uchiha glanced back towards Kakashi as well, his expression impassive, before they both disappeared into the gym, leaving Kakashi alone once again in the middle of the sidewalk.

A place where he stood for a long few minutes, his eye glued onto the door leading into the MMA studio. His thoughts conflicted as he remained rooted to the ground, his mind an agonizing mess of shame and regret. He wondered if he should follow the two back inside, if he should try to force a confrontation with Obito, but knew that that would be a terrible idea. He would hate for his students to see what would come of their encounter and would hate even more for the past to repeat itself once again.

If Obito decided to lay into him again, Kakashi wasn't sure if he would have the will to fight back. After all, abandoning Obito and Rin was the worst mistake of his life and he deserved to be punished for it.

With shame rushing through him with the same thoroughness as his own blood, Kakashi leaned down to gather up his keys and returned to his walk to his car. The joy he had once felt at celebrating Sakura's success died as he was forced to once again confront the biggest mistake he had ever made.

Madara entered the MMA gym behind Obito, his body tense and his nerves on edge as he had prepared for the confrontation between Obito and Kakashi.

Madara had spoken to Obito before they had headed to the gym to meet with Sakura and Sasuke, concerned that a fight would break out between Obito and Kakashi if they had run into one another. He had informed his sergeant at arms that the silver haired man not only worked at the gym that Sakura and Sasuke trained at but that he was their sensei. That there was a high likelihood that they would run into Obito's once friend, especially with Sakura spending the day training at the gym with both Sasuke and Naruto.

'I couldn't care less. People who abandon their friends are worse than trash. He's dead to me. He means less than nothing.'

Despite Obito's comment, and despite the vehemence behind it, Madara had been concerned that blood would be spilled when the two were finally face to face again after nearly twenty years. After all, the last time the two men had met, Madara had to pull Obito off of Kakashi before he beat the man to death.

When Madara had spotted Kakashi leaving the gym at the same time that him and Obito were arriving, he was almost grateful. Grateful that if this confrontation were to happen, at least it would happen away from Sakura's eyes. He would hate for her to see the blood shed that would result from Obito sinking his claws into the man he once called his best friend.

In all honesty, Madara was surprised at how tame their first interaction in two decades had been. There was so much animosity that remained between the two, at least on Obito's side, that he was shocked that the encounter had ended so uneventfully. Sure, Obito had shoulder checked Kakashi and the silver haired man appeared to be in shock from the surprise meeting, but no fists had been thrown. Not only that, but only one word had been shared.

Even so, the elder Uchiha could feel the malevolence rolling off of Obito in waves as they entered the martial arts studio.

Before they could enter into the building farther than the front office, decorated with purchasable workout gear and a number of chairs arranged in a waiting area, Madara placed a hand on Obito's shoulder to stop him. Obito tilted his head to the side, indicating he was listening, but said nothing.

"Are you alright?" Madara questioned in a low voice, even though the gym was devoid of people.

"I'm fine. I told you, he's dead to me," Obito replied in a clipped tone, his eye narrowing as he glowered at Madara over his shoulder.

"You could have fooled me with the venom coming off of you right now."

"It's nothing to concern yourself with." Obito's gaze returned to the hallway leading farther into the building as he visibly forced himself to release the tension in his shoulders. Madara could feel as the tenseness in his apprentice's shoulders slowly relaxed under his broad hand.

He watched as the younger Uchiha took a deep breath to regain his composure before patting him lightly on the shoulder once. "Very well then."

This time, the Uchiha MC president took the lead, striding down the hallway and farther into the gym. As they entered, the hallway opened up into a wide open room. A number of doors leading into rooms for private lessons lined one wall while mirrors ran along the entirety of the other. The floor of the main room was covered in black and navy colored mats which formed a pattern on the floor. Large banners displaying the business's name and a variety of quotes hung along the walls in alternating colors.

One side of the room was dedicated to a variety of training equipment. A handful of punching bags hung along a large rack in a neat row and a dozen different kicking bags were shoved into the corner for storage. A few weight benches dominated a large portion of the space while a couple of racks were neatly stacked with a vast quantity of free weights. Three well worn muk yan jongs were tucked away against the wall, a couple missing one or two of their wooden pegs. The vast majority of the room, however, was dedicated to a roped off fighting ring.

A ring where he watched Sakura kick that Uzumaki, Naruto, across the face in a spectacular blow that forced him flying to the side.

The blond spun around once before shooting backwards, putting distance between them as he shook his head to clear his vision. His hands came back up as he scowled, Sakura already descending upon him once again. They traded heavy blows, Naruto obviously on the defensive as he was forced to block her rapid strikes. Every blow that he attempted was easily evaded by Sakura, her being far too fast from the blond's comparatively sluggish strikes to hit.

Madara smirked as he watched his wild hellcat play with her food. She looked incredibly attractive in her tight workout gear, a loose tank top layered over a colorful sports bra and paired with a skin tight pair of bike shorts that hugged her curves. Her feet and her hands were wrapped tightly in white tape and her candy colored hair was pulled back into a functional ponytail. He had never gotten the opportunity to see her spar outside of an actual fight and seeing her so comfortable in the ring peaked his interest.

When Naruto threw out his next punch, Sakura grabbed onto his fist and forced him to follow through with the movement. Flipping around, she dragged his arm over her shoulder and pulled hard. Madara watched in glee as she threw Naruto over her back and onto to the ground like he was a rag doll.

The tall blond landed on the mat with a resounding thud and, even though he seamlessly rolled backwards and back onto his heels like a well trained fighter, it didn't stop him from getting the breath knocked out of him when his back hit the floor.

"What the hell, Sakura! You haven't practiced for weeks and you're still kicking my ass?!" he complained loudly, skittering backwards and back onto his feet when Sakura moved to engage him once again.

Sakura laughed aloud as she lingered back. "I could stop training for a hundred years and I'd still kick your ass!"

"She has a point, idiot," Sasuke grumbled from his spot sitting on the edge of the ring, observing the two with disinterest.

The youngest Uchiha's gaze shot to Madara and Obito as they entered, Sasuke being the only one to notice the two visitors so far. He nodded silently in greeting, a gesture that was returned by the president and sergeant at arms, before he rose to his feet to properly greet his superiors.

"Shut up, asshole! She still kicked your ass to!" Naruto bellowed as he whipped around to shoot a glare at Sasuke.

"At least I can accept when I'm outmatched, unlike you. You should just accept you'll never beat her. I have a chance but you'll always be third best," the young Uchiha taunted mercilessly, arching a brow at the boisterous blond as he walked towards Madara and Obito.

"You better shut your mouth, you-!" Naruto started to retort before he finally noticed Madara and Obito, watching in consternation as they clasped hands with Sasuke in greeting.

Sakura followed his gaze and, when her eyes fell upon Madara and Obito, she smiled warmly in greeting. Madara returned her smile with one of his own and Obito politely nodded.

"Hey, what the hell are you two doing here? This is our time with Sakura, butt out!" the blond declared, dramatically gesturing towards the hallway leading back outside.

"Naruto!" Sakura growled, taking a threatening step towards her friend, "You better shut your mouth before I make you!"

"But, Sakura..." the young man whimpered, deflating comically under Sakura's chiding.

"So this is the blond that I saw hop that fence at the bar all those months ago. You've got some pretty incredible legs to fly over that fence the way you did," Madara greeted before his grin became devious, "Although it was a shame you got arrested with that performance…"

"I bet it looked impressive to an old man like you! You're, what, sixty years old? What's a pervy old man like you doing hanging around Sakura?" Naruto immediately shot back.

"Narutooo!" Sakura berated in warning, glaring daggers at the blond.

"What, Sakura? I'm just saying! He's like double our age, shouldn't he need like a walker or something by now?"

Madara nearly snorted in amusement, more entertained than offended. Despite the fact the young man was being so disrespectful, he couldn't find it in him to be upset by the crass, golden retriever-esque blond.

"I could be quadruple your age and still be able to throw you over that fence you ate shit on, labrador," he taunted instead, his smirk widening.

"Yeah, right! I'd hate for you to hurt your bingo hand, old man!"

"Coming from the man who just made brown belt, hmm, what was it… this year?"

Naruto bristled. "I don't need my black belt to take you on, perv!"

Madara laughed in response to the blond's threat, more entertained than aggressive. Obviously this young man had no idea who he was. Madara supposed it had been a great many years since he had been a part of the MMA circuit so he couldn't blame Naruto for not knowing when he was trying to start a fight that he could do nothing but lose.

"You couldn't take me if there were a dozen of you," he jeered instead, glancing over at Sakura to find that she was still glaring at Naruto.

"I could take on a hundred of both of you old weirdos with a dozen of me!" Naruto retorted loudly.

Madara shook his head in amusement at the mental image of multiple copies of the blond, a litter of rambunctious golden retriever puppies immediately coming to mind. "Heh, what a motley crew that would be."

"Huh?! M-m-motley crew?" the Uzumaki stuttered back.

"Like I said, you're incompetent," he replied simply, smirking at the younger man's confusion.

"He's saying it's pointless to merely increase the number of heads if they're all empty," Obito tacked on smartly, glaring up at the loud mouthed man scowling at them.

"Why don't you come up here and say that to my face!" Naruto barked, clearly understanding Obito's simplified insult while Madara's had flown over his head.

"Shut up, Naruto! Stop being rude to Dara and Obito!" Sakura roared, grabbing Naruto by the back of his shirt and tugging him off of the ropes.

"They started it!" he argued as he stumbled, pointing an accusing finger at the two elder Uchiha.

"You're actually the one who started it, dropout," Sasuke supplied, his arms folded across his chest.

"Well, they're still old perverts who shouldn't be-!" Naruto started to shoot off before being interrupted by a vicious punch to the back of the head from Sakura. He dropped to his knees with a yelp, clutching the back of his head to soothe the sudden pain.

"I said shut up, you moron! You can go away if you can't control yourself!" she bellowed, her taped fists still raised threateningly.

"But Sakura..." the Uzumaki griped from the floor as he rubbed the back of his head.

She responded to his complaint with a warning glare, resulting in a pout from the blond. He grumbled to himself as he stood, still rubbing his head. He made sure to level the two visiting Uchiha with a dirty look before turning to leave, mumbling angrily under his breath as he slipped out of the ring and made his way towards the back hallway, presumably towards a storage area for their things.

Madara approached Sakura with a smile, leaving Obito and Sasuke to speak alone about club business. The president and his officers had decided to award Sasuke with more trust to see how he fared and were going to allow him to accompany Izuna on a weapons deal with the Hagoromo the next day. Obito wanted to brief the young man about what to expect and how to act as a prospect when interacting with the allied club.

"Having fun, hellcat?" Madara greeted with a cat like smile, leaning against the ropes that formed the ring in the center of the room.

Sakura met his smile with one of her own, sashaying up to the barrier to wrap her arms around his neck, beneath his wild mane of hair. His arms came down above the ropes to wrap around her waist, pulling her in closer.

"Maybe just a little," she replied, leaning up to give him a greeting peck on the lips.

"You certainly don't hold back on them, do you?" he laughed, his hand slipping beneath her loose tank top and his fingertips teasing the edge of her tiny workout shorts.

"How would they learn anything if I did?" Sakura hummed back, leaning into his embrace as she gazed into his eyes.

"Sakura," Obito's voice called out, interrupting them.

Sakura looked over to Obito who lingered near the edge of the ring, holding a well worn paperback out for her to take.

"Oh, you finished it already?" she asked with a friendly smile as she broke free from Madara's embrace, running her hand down his arm lovingly, "What did you think of it?"

"It's different than what I usually read. The addition of a powerful female lead was a welcome change," the Uchiha answered thoughtfully as Sakura took the proffered book from his hands.

Sakura laughed. "Well, it's definitely a change from how Jiraiya's writes women. With the way he writes, they might as well be talking sex toys that say two things: 'save me' and 'don't stop'."

While Obito nodded sagely, Sasuke whipped around to face them with a look of shock and horror. Even Madara's eyebrows furrowed as he blinked in surprise.

"What kind of book did you borrow from my old lady, Obito?" Madara demanded, unsettled.

"Oh shush, we're all adults. You've all read Make Out Paradise. It's a garbage book, admit it. I wanted to introduce Obito to some actual quality literature," Sakura asserted, gesturing with the book that Madara just noticed was printed with a near illicit picture of a man and a woman embracing on the cover.

"You gave him porn?" Madara balked, his eyebrows seated high on his forehead.

"It's not porn, it's romantic literature. It's far more tasteful than Jiraiya's writings and the actual romance aspect of it is very appealing," Obito argued before his attention returned to Sakura, "It was a good recommendation. I've already gotten the next in the series on my own."

"Good! I'll have to introduce you to a few other of my favorite authors then. There's one author in particular that I really enjoy that I think you'll like. They include a fantasy aspect to their writing that is really unique and engaging," she continued.

"Of course. You have good taste. I'll look forward to reading their work."

"I'm not sure how to feel about you loaning my sergeant at arms smut," Madara commented, a perturbed expression on his face.

"It's just a book, Dara," Sakura replied with a smile, walking over to the edge of the ring to set her returned paperback on the floor.

With Sakura's back turned, Madara shot a look of disbelief at Obito which he responded with a shrug. Shaking his head, the elder Uchiha sighed silently and let it go. After the night he had caught Obito passed out in Sakura's lap after a breakdown over Rin, he realized that his anger at his cousin had been unfounded. He would trust him with his life and knew that the man would never betray him in such a devastating way as to try to go after his old lady.

Despite his trust in his apprentice, the thought of him and his old lady reading the same erotica discomforted him. He would never understand Obito's obsession with Jiraiya's perverted novels but at least the one eyed Uchiha was getting to read something not blatantly sexist if Sakura was giving him recommendations. Maybe the young man would finally find an old lady of his own if he was learning the proper way to treat a woman...

"Alright, Sasuke. We have a lot to talk about. Let's go," Obito declared, turning to face Sasuke who still bore an expression of confused revulsion.

The youngest Uchiha simply shook his head, as if to dislodge the grimace from his face, before muttering, "Yeah, sure..."

Sasuke dragged his hand down his face as he walked over to the edge of the ring and unhooked his cut from the post. After slipping the piece of leather back on, he shoved his feet into his shoes and checked to make sure his wallet, phone, and keys were still tucked into his cut. Turning back, he realized Obito hadn't even waited for him, the sergeant at arms already heading towards the door.

The scarred Uchiha waved to Sakura in goodbye, a friendly gesture which she returned, as Sasuke jogged to catch up. Both men exited the main room, making their way out to the parking lot and leaving Madara and Sakura alone.

Madara turned to face Sakura once again, gazing up at his hellcat. Like a lioness in her lair, her stance was loose and powerful as she stood in the ring like she owned it. A fact that her friends, which she had so thoroughly defeated earlier, could do nothing to refute. Just seeing the power barely hidden beneath the surface of her soft skin as she sauntered back over towards him made his imagination run wild.

He wanted to see more. More than that, he wanted to experience her strength for himself.

The Uchiha toed off his boots at the edge of the mat before emptying his pockets and depositing his things in a neat pile next to his shoes. He slipped his cut off of his shoulders, hanging it on one of the poles making up the corners of the ring, before rolling up his sleeves. When he ducked beneath the ropes and allowed himself into the ring, Sakura smirked and propped a fist on her hips. His gaze briefly dipped down to the curve of her waist and her muscled thighs, wrapped up in a tight pair of bike shorts.

"You looked absolutely stunning while you fought today," he complimented as he began to prowl a slow circle around his woman, greedily taking in every inch of her fit body.

She didn't move, instead tracking him with her eyes as he made a predatory circle around her. "Oh? Haven't you gotten to see me fight quite a few times now?"

When he hit the point directly behind her where she'd have to turn to see him, he snuck up to her back. He brushed the stray hairs from her ponytail away from her ear to whisper against her skin, "I don't believe I'll ever tire of it."

The way Sakura shivered and tilted her head, baring her neck to him, nearly pulled a growl from his throat. Instead of pressing his lips and teeth to her neck like he wanted, he slipped away from her once again.

"Would you care for a dance, love?" Madara hummed, his smile taking on a feral edge as he came around her other side, finishing his stalking circle.

Her smirk became cat like.

"Are you going to show me those holds you were talking about before…" she paused for a moment before purring, "Madara-sensei?"

His slowly hardening length twitched in his pants, his little hellion's address only amplifying his already growing arousal.

"I can show you a bit more than that…" Madara returned, his tone predatory.

"Then show me," she demanded with a mischievous smile, her body falling into a familiar stance.

The Uchiha wasted no time in rushing forward, challenging his hellcat to a real spar. He knew better than to not take her seriously, knowing that his old lady had spent years training how to fight. Not only that, but he knew that she would be furious with him if he took her as anything less than a genuine opponent.

The sequence of punches he swung at her were avoided with incredible skill. She was graceful but, even more than that, she was fast. During the beginning of their spar, she threw out a series of powerful kicks during such brief openings that he was shocked she was able to take them at all.

Sakura quickly forced him on the defensive with her bone rattling strikes, pushing him backwards and demanding he block her strikes. He was impressed by the hidden power in her small body. When he was able to regain the offensive, he was further surprised by her incredible skill of evasion. She was impossible to hit, ducking around and dodging his every strike.

The thrill of fighting his hellcat appealed to him in more ways than one, something that, as her sensei, he was eager to show to her.

When she threw her next punch, intending on forcing him back into the defensive, Madara startled her by instead grabbing onto her wrist. If he wanted to get anywhere in his spar with her, he needed to pin her down and keep her from dodging his every strike.

Twisting her roughly, he tangled her arm around her chest and dragged her back against his chest. He caught the elbow she was about to put into his rib cage to escape his hold, instead dragging her more fully against his body. His arm wrapped around his waist roughly, forcing her back so she could feel his hardening member against her rear.

Sakura's free hand gripped his forearm as she gasped in surprise, "Dara!"

Madara pressed his lips against her ear and heatedly growled, "Is that how you address your teacher?"

When he ground his hardness against her, he drew a groan from his lover.

"Ah!" she breathed, arching against him.

The Uchiha smirked against her skin before releasing her from his hold and pushing her away. She stumbled once before whipping around to glare at him. Her stare was less intimidating with the hot blush decorating her cheeks and her blown out pupils, her irises almost overcome with the blackness of her eyes.

When Madara crooked his finger at her, challenging her, the fiery fighter flew at him without a moment's notice.

Their spar continued as before, him blocking and parrying her powerful kicks and rapid punches and him attempting to lay a single hit on his evasive girlfriend. He kept being surprised by her speed and the hidden strength in her toned body and found that he enjoyed the challenge of facing her, even if his mind was preoccupied by... other things.

Based on the blush still decorating Sakura's cheeks and how her eyes kept dipping downward during their fight, he knew that she felt the same.

Sakura drew her leg high into the air and swung, intending on levelling him with another one of her bruising kicks. Instead of blocking her strike, Madara caught her foot against his ribs, a puff of air escaping his lungs as her blow rattled his chest. He caught the look of surprise decorating her features before he lurched forward, throwing her off balance and forcing her to fall backwards onto her back on the mats.

Hooking her knee over his shoulder, he straddled her other thigh and pinned her to the mat. With her legs spread open wide for him, he pressed his hips to hers so she could see what was waiting for her.

"You're doing this to me on purpose, aren't you?" Madara purred, grinding his fully hard cock against her core.

Sakura moaned at the sudden pressure of his hardness against her clit before forcing herself out of his pin with a foot against his shoulder. She rolled away, falling onto her hands and knees before shooting back up to her feet.

"No fair," she groaned, glaring up at him in a way that was more passion than fight.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Madara slowly stood, predatory, before she came at him once again.

He very much enjoyed this game they were playing, reveling in this erotic spar they were sharing. Despite the fact that her blows hadn't lost any of their ferocity, if the familiar ache in his bones was anything to go by, he could sense her her arousal growing with each passing moment.

Seeing his goddess of war alive with the fight and the focus in her eyes made it more and more difficult to resist the urge to pin her to the mats and fuck her already.

"Is this the best you've got?" Madara finally provoked, wolfishly grinning at his lover as she panted from the other side of the ring.

Sakura scowled at him, immediately rising to his challenge, and rushed forward. It was his turn to be amazed when she launched herself into the air and wrapped her thighs around his neck. Not even a second later, he got the breath knocked out of him when his back found the floor. It was only the years of training that allowed him to avoid the stunned state that anyone else would have found themselves in and to fight back against the arm bar she was trying to drag him into. Using sheer force alone, he overpowered her small weight, rising back to his knees and keeping his arm out of her grip.

His change in position forced her to shoot out her hands to catch herself lest she face-plant against the mats. Using her loss of control and her moment of precarious balance, he shoved her off of him and onto her stomach. Before she could skitter out of his reach, he lurched forward. Pressing his chest to her back, he grabbed onto her wrists on either side of her body. Off balance and in a difficult to defend position, he was able to overpower her struggles and pin her hands behind her back.

Panting, the Uchiha rose to his knees and dragged her back against him. He pulled on his lover's arms, forcing her rear to press firmly against his straining erection. Her answering groan was one of frustration and arousal.

"Gods you're incredible," Madara huffed with a smirk, gathering both of her wrists into one of his broad hands.

Sakura tried to struggle out of his grip once again but he held strong, keeping her trapped between his body and the mats. Grunting in annoyance, her struggling ceased as she instead chose to try to catch her breath.

Gazing down at the flushed warrior woman pinned beneath him, he realized he couldn't hold himself back any longer. When he slid his free hand beneath her tank top, she took in a sharp intake of air. He dragged up her sports bra to grasp her breast, drawing a mewl from her.

"What are you-" she breathed, arching into his hand as her eyes fluttered shut.

"What you deserve for driving me crazy, little minx," Madara growled in response, pressing his hardness against her rear and reminding her of what was awaiting her.

"What if someone sees?" Sakura panted.

"Is anyone coming soon?" he asked, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

She arched into his hand further, biting her lip to control her groan. She weakly struggled against his unyielding grip, only succeeding in rubbing herself more firmly against his length.

"Not for a while, but..."

"Then what's there to worry about?" He questioned, dragging his hand down her chest and groping her through her tight shorts, his fingertips roughly caressing her clit.

This time Sakura moaned aloud before a ghost of a smile quirked the edges of her lip, "But this isn't right, Madara-sensei…"

Madara paused for a moment, a feral smirk spreading across his face as his already hard cock throbbed in his jeans. His little hellcat knew exactly how to get to him...

"You know you've wanted this" he teased, playing along with their little game.

He rubbed her most sensitive point through her tight shorts more forcefully, her halfheartedly fighting against his grip. Her struggles, her moans, and her address appealed to some dark fantasy within him.

Pulling away from her core, he reached between their bodies to shove her shorts and panties down her thighs, his lover gasping in surprise. He pressed his hand between her legs, dragging his fingers across her glistening opening. He groaned aloud at how wet she already was.

"Gods, your body doesn't lie, Sakura," Madara growled, sinking two fingers deep into her sopping passage.

Sakura moaned in response, arching against his grip as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her hot channel.

"Ah! B-but sensei…" she stuttered, spreading her knees for him even as she expressed her hesitation.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded as his grip on her wrists tightened and as he plunged his fingers deeper into her depths.

"I…" she gasped, rocking her hips against his hands.

"Don't lie to me." Madara removed his wet fingers from her opening to rub tight circles against her swollen clit.

She cried out, her thighs trembling as she tilted her hips and bared herself to him even farther.

"Do you want me inside of you, Sakura? Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked darkly, stroking her most sensitive nub.

"Please!" Sakura mewled, pressing back against him desperately.

"Please what?"

"Please, sensei, I want you to fuck me!" She begged.

"Mmm, good," he purred, a wild smirk spreading across his lips.

Refusing to release her hands from his pin, Madara drew his hand away from her clit. Sakura whined from the loss of contact, rocking her hips to search for his touch once again.

He wasted no time in unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, releasing his throbbing member. A bead of pre cum was already gathered at his tip, a droplet he smeared against his lover's dripping channel. She drew in a ragged breath as he slid the head of his cock against her opening, gathering her fluids onto his tip.

"Are you ready?" the Uchiha asked, pressing the head of his length against her slick folds until her passage just barely parted for him.

Sakura rocked her hips against him, trying to sink back against him and take his hardness deeper. He stopped her with a staying hand on her rear, keeping her in the moment of anticipation. He pulled at her wrists bound in his grip, forcing her shoulders backwards and her spine to arch sharply. She groaned aloud, her thighs trembling under the force of her need.

"Yes, sensei, please," she moaned needily, her voice breathy.

Madara immediately sunk his throbbing length into her welcoming channel in one long thrust, letting her feel every thick inch of his member as he filled her to the brim. She cried out in pleasure, dropping her head forward as she pressed back against him.

"Ah, gods, Sakura," he groaned in response, overwhelmed by the feeling of her hot, soaking walls clenching around him.

He pulled out of her, drawing in a breath through his teeth, before thrusting back into her depths. He immediately set a quick pace, roughly filling her needy passage. His free hand reached between her thighs, his fingertips settling on her clit. He drew circles around her pleasure point, drawing a broken moan from the woman taking his ceaseless pounding.

Sakura spread her legs for him as widely as she could with her shorts around her knees as he laid into her, burying his rock hard cock into her depths without mercy.

"Ah! Ah! Ma-! Sen-!" She cried out inarticulately.

"What was that?" he asked, his fingers slowing to a snail's pace around her clit even though he continued to fill her at his brutal pace.

Sakura struggled even harder against his grip, desperate for the friction against her most sensitive nub.

"Madara-sensei, please don't stop!" She cried when she couldn't struggle out of his vice like grip around her wrists.

"Good girl," Madara praised as he began drawing rapid circles against her swollen clit once again, his fingers pressing hard against her pleasure point.

The sounds of her ecstasy filled the air of the martial arts studio, her moans of pleasure the only thing to overpower the filthy sound of skin on skin. He gazed down at his lover, how her hands were pinned by his long fingers and how her entire body jostled with the force of his thrusts. His eyes dropped down to her core and how her body was eagerly taking every throbbing inch of his length.

"You take it so well…" he groaned as he pounded into her, her soaking walls squeezing him tightly in response.

"Ahh, I'm so-I'm-I'm gunna-!" Sakura gasped desperately, her pleasure overwhelming her speech as she met each of his thrusts with ones of her own.

"Yes, love," the Uchiha encouraged, flicking his hips as his cock brutally sunk into her over and over, his fingertips still drawing maddening circles around her clit.

She arched her back hard, searching for that much more friction, right before she came. She released a broken noise of ecstasy as she pressed backwards, desperate to get him even closer. Her tight passage quivered around his penetrating length as her body trembled in his arms.

Madara hissed in pleasure as he continued to fill her ceaselessly, his lover's walls clenching around him. Her sopping passage dripped the product of her arousal, her dew soaking the base of his member and seeping down his sack.

He removed his hand from her clit and, not releasing her arms from his hold, he grasped one of her forearms in each of his hands. She thrusted back against him, groaning aloud as he sunk further into her spasming walls.

Madara pounded into her ruthlessly, using Sakura's arms as a lever to drag her into his thrusts more roughly. His cock sunk into her even more deeply, slamming against her soft inner barrier. She cried out, panting loudly as he filled her more forcefully than before. Her walls continued to twitch around him as his rough treatment of her dragged out her orgasm even farther, his sack slapping against her pleasure point.

"Madara-sensei!" she sobbed, sounding like she was riding the line between pleasure and pain.

Her words were enough to send him over the edge. His fingers tightened around Sakura's wrists as he used her arms to brutally drag her into his thrusts. He sunk his rock hard member into her once, twice, and then fully seated himself within her. He came hard, his hips twitching as he let loose a groan from deep in his chest.

Sakura moaned low and long in bliss, her hot, yielding channel clenching around his cock as he finished. Madara came in bursts, his length straining within her as he filled her with ropes of cum. He dragged her against him forcefully, sinking as far into her passage as he could as he finished dumping the last of his seed deeply within her.

He panted as he came down from his high, slowly realizing how roughly he had been squeezing his lover's wrists. He released her, allowing her to fall against the mat onto her elbows and relax her harshly arched spine. They both took a moment to catch their breath.

"Devious little hellcat," he breathed with a smirk, looking down at his panting lover laid out against the mats as he lovingly smoothed his hand across her thigh and rear.

Madara spread her cheek and his gaze flicked down to where his length was still buried deep in her folds, his member twitching inside of her, already eager to continue. Despite wanting very much to go again, he knew it was in their best interest to leave before anyone showed up.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sensei," Sakura teased in response, squeezing her walls around him.

He rewarded her teasing with another flick of his hips, removing and sinking his still half hard member back into her. She gasped in pleasure, turning to glaring up at him from over her shoulder with a furious blush that made him want to fuck her again more than anything.

The wild haired Uchiha slipped out of her passage, dragging her panties and shorts up to cover her and catch his cum before it dripped onto the mats below them

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," he declared as he tucked his still half hard length back into his jeans and zipped up.

"You know, you've already helped me satisfy one of my long time fantasies," Sakura giggled, properly pulling her panties and shorts to rest on her hips comfortably.

"Let me know when you're ready to satisfy more," Madara purred as he stood and held out his hands to help pull her to her feet. When she was upright, he pulled her into a kiss.

Sakura smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull them closer together. They shared a dozen languid kisses, basking in the afterglow from their lovemaking, before Sakura finally pulled back with a dazed look in her eyes.

"We should probably get out of here before anyone shows up. There's going to be a class soon," she hummed, running her fingers through his unruly hair lovingly.

"Of course. I have plans for you tonight anyways," he replied, pressing one more affectionate kiss to her lips.

She smiled sweetly. "I can't wait."

When they finally pulled away from each other, Madara caught sight of Sakura's reddened forearms. He knew from experience that the marks would bruise. Eyebrows furrowing, he reached out to gently catch her hand in his.

"Sakura," he started, lifting her wrists so they could both see the angry red, hand shaped marks on her arms, "Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you? I would have stopped…"

Sakura laughed, embarrassed, as her other hand came up to brush her messy bangs out of her face. "I didn't want you to stop. It felt too good."

Madara frowned. "People are going to think that I abuse you..."

"Everyone will know better than that. And I'll just wear a long sleeve, like I have to do when you leave your hickies on me anyways," she teased in response, smiling as she sidled up next to him.

"Just tell me next time. I don't want to hurt you," he asserted, concerned that he had accidentally hurt his lover. Sparring was one thing but leaving hand shaped bruises on her arms was another.

Sakura smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around his neck again and pressing a comforting kiss to his lips.

"I will, Dara."

Naruto sat in the back room of the gym, hiding behind a row of lockers as panic and horror ran through him in equal doses.

Naruto's hand was plastered over his mouth and even he wasn't sure if it was to hide his alarm or to keep himself from throwing up. Not only had he stumbled across his best friend getting fucked by Sasuke's definitely super, ultra perverted old man of an uncle, but he had caught them role playing as well.

Gods, he had just forgotten his hoodie! He had just wanted to run in, grab it, and run out, not be forced to hear... that.

'Madara-sensei!'

The blond shivered as revulsion slunk down his spine like tar. He dropped down onto one of the benches in the locker room as nausea made his mouth water and his head spin.

Okay, definitely to keep himself from barfing.

A/N: A muk yan jong is a wooden dummy using in some martial arts training.