Madara pulled up outside of Sakura's apartment complex, downshifting his bike before parking next to the curb. He twisted his handlebar to the side, popping his tire against the curb, and kicked down the stand as he switched the engine to off. As the deafening sound of his engine died down, a sound all too familiar to him, his gaze turned up to the porch that he knew belonged to Sakura.
He couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips, his excitement building as he stood from his bike and removed the bouquet he had carefully stored in the saddle bag. He straightened out the stems and petals, trying to make the flowers more presentable after being stuffed into such a tight space for his ride here.
He had thought that he would surprise his old lady with a visit and a present to try to show her how much her acceptance and her love meant to him. He never thought he'd be capable of finding the words to express how much he treasured her after all she had done for him and his family, after saving Izuna's life, after staying with him through all of the darkness that surrounded him, and after she promised to stay by his side to help end the war.
Madara could not stop thinking about her and, even with the war escalating around him and even with more death and violence in the future, he had finally found a ray of happiness. He felt as if he had found a goddess to stand by his side and getting her a few flowers and surprising her with a visit seemed like such a paltry offering.
Even if he had to overcome quite the hurdle to acquire the complex bouquet he cradled in his arms as he walked up to her apartment.
The MC president had stopped by one of the flower shops on his way to her apartment, the sprawling store containing more plants and flowers than he had ever seen in his life. Overwhelmed by all of the choices, he had tried to purchase a simple bouquet of red roses.
He had been in for a shock when a startlingly familiar voice had chided him on such a cliche choice and, when he had turned around, he was surprised to find his old lady's friend sitting behind the counter. The same woman who, when they had accidentally met, had openly ogled at his shirtless form as he lounged across Sakura's couch and the same woman who had told him to inform his 'single family members' of her own single status.
Without Sakura and her group of friends to buffer the exchange between them, Madara quickly came to realize that that Ino, a name he finally discovered from her name tag, was much like his own Hellcat: a force of nature hidden behind the guise of a delicate woman.
He had left the shop with a beautiful and intricately arranged bouquet made up of flowers in shades of red and pink with white accents. While he had left with the prize he sought, he felt startlingly drained by the energetic and demanding presence of the wolf at the flower shop.
After all he had to go through to get it, he just hoped Sakura would like the bundle of flowers in his arms. Further than that, he hoped his offering would help buffer the impact of a very important question he had to ask her as well.
It had only been a week since the surgery she had performed on Izuna but, undoubtedly, the Senju MC knew he had survived the attack. They also knew he wasn't behind bars so they could assume he hadn't been taken to the hospital. That only left one option: Sakura.
She was his old lady and Sasuke's best friend and, as such, was tightly bound to his family. She had also just graduated medical school and had aspirations to be a surgeon. The Senju will know that it was Sakura who had saved Izuna's life and, considering she still remained at his side, they will know she was allied with his club. Something that would make Sakura an enemy of the Senju MC.
Something that could make her a target…
The thought of Sakura, alone at her apartment and exposed, left Madara feeling deeply uneasy. He wanted to be there to protect her in case something happened, in case Hashirama or that bastard Tobirama decided to abandon their unspoken agreement and send someone after her. In case the Senju decided to use her against him to win the war.
With these thoughts swarming in his mind, Madara had come to a simple conclusion: He would ask Sakura to move in with him. With her always at his side, or at least far closer to the clubhouse and his family so she could always have someone nearby to help, she would be far safer from the Senju.
It was so early in their relationship, not to mention how much stress she had been under recently, that he worried he was pushing her too fast. She had already bore witness to so much darkness that he was concerned she would outright refuse him.
As Madara stopped in front of Sakura's front door, he took a moment to settle his nerves. He raised his hand and rapped against the door with his knuckle a few times and patiently waited for her to answer.
When the door finally opened and Sakura gazed up at him with a displeased and anxious expression, his lover halfway hiding herself behind the door, his smile dropped.
"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, suddenly self conscious of the bundle of flowers cradled in his arms.
"I, uh…" Sakura's gaze flicked to the flowers, shock showing on her face, before she looked up at him, "My parents are here right now…"
"Your-" he began, somehow surprised, before a unfamiliar woman's voice interrupted him.
"Who's at the door, dear?" a feminine voice with a deep accent called out in an impatient tone, "Just tell them to come back later!"
"Would you like for me to leave?" Madara asked, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.
He felt a raw pain at the thought that his old lady didn't want him to meet her parents. He was an old biker after all, a one percenter, not an honest man that a woman brought home to meet their parents. Sure, she may have accepted his true self and his past and she may love him, but introducing him to her parents was-
"Could you please stay?" Sakura immediately pleaded in a quiet tone, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise, "I don't want to put you through it but I… My parents and I don't get along and I would feel a lot better with you here with me."
"Anything for you," he mumbled back without a second thought, shock welling within him.
She… wanted him to meet her parents? She wanted him to be there? Even with all they had shared, the promises they had made, he could hardly believe she actually wanted him to be introduced to her parents at all.
When she turned to head back inside, Madara snapped out of his daze. "Wait."
"What, what's wrong?" Sakura returned, her anxiety returning to her expression before it disappeared as he handed her the intricate bouquet.
He cleared his throat as she delicately took the bundle of flowers. "I got this for you, hellcat."
She stared down at the flowers for a moment before a small smile spread across her lips. When she looked back up at him, his heart nearly skipped a beat with the sweetness behind her gaze.
"Thank you, Dara. They're beautiful," she thanked before stepping forward to lean up and press a tender kiss to his lips.
A contented smile spread across his lips at her affection and he felt infinitely more confident as he followed his old lady into her apartment to meet her parents.
An impatient looking woman with dark blonde hair and a man with dull pink locks were perched on the edge of Sakura's couch, the woman's arms and legs crossed and the man resting his chin on his palm. They both perked up upon seeing him, their eyes widening as their gazes snapped from the bouquet of flowers held in their daughter's arms to the leather cut draped across his shoulders.
"Hello, Mr. and Ms. Haruno," Madara began politely, "My name-"
"Oh my gods, Sakura!" the blonde woman shrieked, startling the Uchiha, before she turned to glare at her daughter, "My coworker wasn't lying!? Have you lost your damn mind!?"
"Mebuki, sweetheart, please calm down," the man tried, gently patting the woman on the knee, "If our girl is with him, he must be a halfway decent man. Even with what his kind does"
Madara blinked once, caught off guard.
"Don't tell me how to act, Kizashi! Sakura obviously doesn't know any better! She's still just a child who hasn't learned anything about the real world without me there to guide her!" Sakura's mother, Mebuki, shot back to her husband with a glare that was identical to Sakura's own familiar glower.
"I'm twenty-five years old! I was an RN for four years! I graduated from med school, I'm a damn doctor now!" Sakura yelled in exasperation.
"Be that as it may, you're my daughter before anything else! After all I did to raise you, you should know better than to be cavorting with men like him!" the blonde chastised, jabbing a finger at Sakura.
Madara frowned deeply, somehow knowing what Mebuki had meant to say instead.
"You don't even know him! You've literally just met him!" she returned, pointing back at her mother with the bouquet before grimacing at a few petals which flew off of the delicate flowers. She pulled the bundle of flowers close with a distressed expression.
"And he's so much older than you! He's closer to our age than yours and-oh gods," Mebuki gasped, covering her mouth with her hand before demanding, "Sakura, is he forcing you?"
"Ms. Haruno, please," Madara finally spoke, unwilling to hear anyone speak so lowly of Sakura and himself any longer, "I would never force Sakura to do anything. I think of nothing but her safety and happiness. I know there is a great amount of negative perceptions surrounding my family but we are not mindless monsters."
"You say this, but what are you doing with my daughter? What do you expect from her?" the blonde challenged, crossing her arms across her chest once again as she glowered up at him with open hatred in her eyes.
"I don't want or expect anything from her. I'm just happy that she's with me," he answered honestly even though he could feel anger rapidly building within him.
"Why? What does someone like you get out of it?"
"The same thing anyone gets from a relationship," he turned to face Sakura, "I love her and being with her makes me happy."
"I love you too, Dara," Sakura returned with a warm smile just for him, reaching out to grasp his hand.
Madara smiled back as he squeezed her hand, hoping to comfort her under the abuse of her own mother.
"So you're the president to then, huh?" Kizashi asked, finally speaking while Mebuki gritted her teeth at the open affection between Madara and her daughter.
"Yes, I am. My name is Madara Uchiha," he replied, finally able to introduce himself properly.
"I know what your kind does. You may think you love her but what are you doing to keep her safe?" the pink haired man questioned, narrowing his eyes at the Uchiha.
"Everything I can," Madara replied firmly.
"Even from your own 'brothers'?" Kizashi continued.
Rage flared hot within Madara at this man speaking so lowly about his family, the men and women alike who were most precious to him. He refused to allow his anger to escape into his tone although the firmness of his voice brokered no argument. "My family would do anything to protect Sakura."
Kizashi hummed before nodding slowly.
"Good news then. Despite me, or rather my wife and I, thinking of our baby girl as being just that we need to remember that she's a grown woman capable of making her own choices," he explained before placing his palm on his wife's knee, "Right, dear?"
"Shameful choices. What if they decide to get married? What if our grandchild is some bastard child with this…" Mebuki scowled at Madara, looking him up and down with open distaste, before spitting out, "Biker. That would ruin our family image!"
Madara kept his rising ager out of his expression, instead maintaining a look of careful neutrality. Despite how much he disliked this woman, a mother who had no respect for her own incredible daughter, he would not allow his own emotions to make this situation worse for the woman he loved.
"I doubt it'll go that far, sweetie, this is just a phase," Kizashi answered, as if to comfort his wife, "Our baby girl is too smart to stick around for long with someone like him."
Damn… And here he was thinking he liked the man for half a second...
"Ugh, fine. I am so incredibly disappointed in you, Sakura, but I suppose everyone needs to make their own mistakes," Mebuki berated, standing from her spot on Sakura's couch and looking down at her daughter, "I expect better from you after everything I've done to raise you right. You better not give up your career as a doctor for whatever... this is."
"You can leave now," Sakura returned harshly, glaring back at her own mother.
The blonde huffed before turning and striding towards the door, calmly opening the door and stepping out. She left without even bothering to say goodbye, her husband closely following behind.
"Er, take care, sweetie. I love you! Make good decisions!" the pink haired man called out as he followed his wife out the door, Sakura not even bothering to respond to his declaration of love.
Kizashi closed the door behind him with a gentle click, the quiet noise sounding overwhelmingly loud in the silence Sakura's parents left behind in their departure. Madara frowned deeply, finally releasing a tension he hadn't even realized had developed in his shoulders. He turned to face Sakura, concern welling within him as he watched how tightly she held the flowers in her arms.
Quietly, she released the bouquet, setting it down on the cushion of her couch. When she turned to face him and he saw the open hurt in her expression, he felt his heart drop. She took a few steps forward, falling into his welcoming embrace. He wrapped his arms around her as she clung to him, pressing her face against his chest as if to hide.
"I hate my parents…" Sakura muttered against his chest, anger and hurt coloring her tone in equal measures.
"They're a bit, er… blunt," Madara tried, carding his fingers through her hair, "But it… appears as if they care for you a great deal."
"Ugh, shut up and fuck me already," she growled back as she pulled out of his embrace enough to work on tearing his belt from his hips, "I want something good after dealing with bad stuff all day."
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about-oh," he attempted in his surprise before being interrupted by her palming him through his pants.
"Later," she returned shortly, tugging on his belt to undo the belt buckle and slip the leather free.
He took a deep breath to focus his thoughts before informing, "I feel as if you're using sex as a way of distracting yourself."
"I am, now take your clothes off," Sakura answered hotly, her hands already working to unbutton his jeans.
Madara reached down and gently grabbed her wrists, halting her frantic movements. She blinked once, torn from her own thoughts, before her gaze finally returned to his, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Sakura… I know you're hurting right now but talk to me." He brought her hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as he watched her confused expression darken into one of misery.
"Please, just… not right now…" Sakura pleaded as she gazed up into his eyes.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, needing to know that this was what the woman he loved wanted and not something she would regret.
"Just distract me for a little while..." she whispered.
Madara watched her for a moment longer, dissecting the desire and the hurt in her eyes, before he finally released her wrists. Her hands slowly dipped down to cling to the front of his shirt, her frantic movements from before now gone as she focused on him instead of his body.
"If it's what you want, hellcat…" he spoke softly as he reached forward to cradle her face, his fingertips dipping into her hair.
He brushed his thumbs across her cheekbones before gently tilting her chin. Her hands fisted in his shirt as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to her lips, Sakura sighing into his embrace. He continued to press kiss after kiss to her lips, trying to convey his love for her without words and bring her comfort despite her anger and her hurt.
Sakura's hands loosened from his shirt before they slid up his chest, sending a shiver of satisfaction down his spine as her delicate fingertips skimmed across his clothed skin. Her arms wrapped around his neck, beneath his hair, as she stood on the tips of her toes to better reach him. His hands drifted down to instead rest on her hips, his fingertips softly teasing the thin strip of skin revealed from her lifted tank top.
She pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, "Dara…"
Without needing another word, Madara leaned down to scoop her up beneath her rear and pull her into his arms. As he pulled her close, her arms tightened around his neck and her legs looped around his waist, careful of the pistol always strapped to the back of his jeans. She leaned down to press her lips to his sweetly as he carefully carried her to her bedroom and laid her out across her bed.
He pressed her against the blankets with his body, breaking their kiss so he could pepper kisses to her neck. Her hands sunk into his hair, her strong thighs tightening around his hips to pull him closer, as he smoothed his hand up her side.
"Tell me what you need," he hummed against her throat as his fingertips traced the dip of her waist.
"Just...don't let me think for a while…" Sakura whispered back, her fingertips tightening in his hair as she arched against him and pressed her clothed core against his hardening length.
Madara ground himself against her center in return, his lover groaning softly, before he muttered against her neck, "Tell me if you want me to stop."
He nipped her throat, drawing a gasp from her, before he sat up at the foot of her bed. Without escaping the circle of her thighs, he shucked his leather cut from his shoulders, carefully tossing it so it laid across her dresser. As he grabbed the back of his long sleeve shirt to tug it off over his head, Sakura's hands drifted down between them. Her deft hands worked to unbutton and unzip his jeans as he carelessly dropped his shirt to the floor next to the bed.
Madara allowed her to slip his already firm cock from the confines of his jeans, Sakura's soft hand pumping his swollen length. Her fingertips and her palm circled the head of his shaft in a way that made his member throb in her skilled hands.
Reaching down to grasp her thighs, he pulled up and forced her back onto the bed. Her hands separated from him as he settled her calves against his shoulder, allowing him to reach down to quickly unbutton and unzip her tiny jean shorts. He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and her panties both before tugging them up her toned legs and pulling them off of her feet. As they landed on the floor behind him, unneeded, he grabbed one of her legs to spread her thighs for him.
Pushing her leg to rest against the bed, he exposed Sakura's welcoming center. He reached down to spread her glistening folds with two fingers, revealing the swollen pearl nestled at the top of her sex. The quiet intake of breath from his lover, so beautifully spread out across the blankets, encouraged him, the Uchiha dragging his fingertips down her sensitive slit and gathering her arousal on his fingers.
Madara pressed two fingers into her passage, amazed at how wet she already was, as his free hand pushed down his own pants. His jeans, weighted down by the ever present pistol at his back, fell to the floor with a dull thump. While he pumped his fingers into Sakura's soaking channel, her stepped out of his pants.
Removing his fingertips from her hot channel, he grasped his throbbing cock in his hand and rubbed his swollen head across her clit. She gasped, her eyes sliding shut as he circled the head of his member around her sensitive nub. He dipped down, challenging the resistance of her wet opening with just the head of his length and smearing her arousal against his tip.
He released his member to grind his length against Sakura's pleasure point, slicking the bottom of his shaft with her wetness and drawing a pleasured whimper from her. She fisted her hands in the blankets beneath her to give herself the leverage she needed to return the pressure, arching up against him and rubbing her clit against the underside of his weeping member.
Gripping the base of his length, Madara pulled back to align himself with Sakura's center. He sunk himself into her channel in one long thrust, her slick folds parting wide so her body could take his thick cock to his base. Her tight passage clenched around him as he filled her, a groan falling from her parted lips.
Without giving her even a moment's reprieve from him stretching her wide, he pulled out only to bury himself deep within her again, his thrust smooth as his length was made slick within her soaking passage. He leaned over her, his hands hooking around the backs of her knees and spreading her thighs wide to accommodate his body. His hips mercilessly snapped against hers as he sunk his length deep within her folds again and again, her bed trembling with the force of his thrusts.
Sakura's hands fisted in the fabric of the blanket for something to hold onto as she was filled relentlessly, gasps of pleasure falling from her parted lips. Her eyes were squeezed shut in bliss, her head thrown back against the mattress as he continued to seat his hardness deep within her.
"Yes, yes, like that-!" she cried out, her walls clenching around him as he buried himself deep within her welcoming folds.
Madara released one of her knees to reach up and grab the thin straps of her tank top and her bra, flicking them off of her shoulders. He grabbed the front of her shirt to roughly tug it down her chest, revealing her dainty breasts which jostled with each one of his thrusts. He rolled her nipples between his fingertips before pinching them hard, his lover groaning as she arched farther into his cock.
Without giving her a moment to think, he dragged his hand down her chest to settle at the apex of her thighs. When the pad of his thumb settled against Sakura's exposed clit, already tracing rapid circles around the tender nub, her walls clenched tightly around his penetrating length. A moan slipped free from her as one of her hands grasped the back of her knee to once again spread her legs wide for him.
"D-Dara! I'm already, ah-! Please!" she sobbed, desperately arching against him to seek out just that bit more friction.
Madara continued to circle his thumb around her swollen clit without mercy, feeling as her walls began to tighten around him as if to pull him in deeper. She came with a moan, the sound of bliss broken by his punishing thrusts jostling her entire form. Her sopping channel pulsed around him as she orgasmed, her clenching walls drawing a groan from low in his throat as her slickness soaked his sac.
Pushing her thigh to his side, he surged down to press his lips to her exposed throat. He gripped her hip and her shoulder in his powerful hands so he could pound into her, his lover crying out with each slam of his pelvis against hers. Her passage continued to spasm around his merciless cock as he continued to drag out her orgasm, each thrust pressing hard against her widely exposed clit.
Sakura's arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her legs looping around his hips as she clung to him. As her fingernails dug into his back and as she moaned into his ear, sending rushes of primal satisfaction through him, he could feel as his own finish rapidly welled within him. His thrusts began to waver, becoming unfocused, before he sunk his straining cock deep into her folds.
Madara's length pulsed within her as he filled Sakura with bursts of his thick cum, a low growl emerging from deep in his throat as he coated her inner walls with his hot seed. Her passage clenched around his flexing member as he came, milking his cock.
As he finally began to come down, he pressed pleasure delirious kisses to the frantic pulse point on her throat. She panted loudly as her body relaxed around him, her fingertips slipping into his hair to run her fingers through her locks as she tried to catch her breath.
He hummed at the affectionate gesture before finally lifting his head to press a blissful kiss to her lips. She returned it with a soft noise of satisfaction, her lingering pleasure making her movements uncoordinated but no less affectionate.
"Was that what you needed, hellcat?" Madara whispered against her lips before pulling away to look down at his contented lover.
Sakura smiled up at him, her eyes half lidded from her bliss. "That was exactly what I needed…"
He smiled back, leaning down to press one final kiss to her lips before pulling away. He slipped out of her with a soft hiss before sliding off of the bed to scoop her shorts and panties from the floor. He returned to her on the bed as he pulled her underwear from the shorts, helping her slip them onto her hips to catch the product of their passion before it stained her comforter.
As he laid back against her bed, Sakura slipped off her tangled tank top and bra before crawling over and draping herself across his chest. He hummed in contentment as she nuzzled his neck, his arm coming up to wrap around her and pull her close. She quickly found the spot against his body that he was certain had been made for her and comfortably nestled against him with a soft sigh of satisfaction. The two lovers basked in each others' warmth, slowly descending from their bliss.
"That wasn't exactly how I pictured you meeting my parents…" Sakura muttered against his neck.
"Did it turn out better or worse than you had imagined?" Madara asked in return, his fingertips tracing nonsensical patterns along the skin of her lower back.
"Better. Or maybe worse? Er, just... different, I suppose," she huffed, adjusting in his arms in a way that signaled her discomfort was returning.
"I suppose it could have gone far worse, considering," he tried to comfort.
There was a few long moments of silence before she spoke again. "You told me a lot about your family but I don't think I've ever told you anything about mine…"
"Well, not your blood relatives at least."
"Hmm… You might have heard of my mother, Mebuki Haruno. She works as a luxury real estate agent at her company Spring Fields Real Estate."
"That Mebuki Haruno is your mother?" Madara replied, surprised to hear that his old lady's mother was one of the most wealthy real estate agents in the city.
While his family and the elder Haruno had never crossed paths, Mebuki selling homes and properties to the other kind of one percenters in the city, the Uchiha were well aware of her. It was hard not to know who she was when her face was plastered on every multi-million dollar home in Konoha. He had always wondered if Sakura was somehow related to Mebuki but hearing they had such a direct relationship came as a surprise.
"That's the one…" Sakura sighed, nestling further into his chest, "She's about as motherly as you can expect a real estate agent to be. My father is the one who basically raised me. He stayed at home while my mother ran her company… Although having him around was hardly any better."
His fingertips resumed their comforting patterns against her lower back as he listened closely. He had heard so little of her past, despite all of the time they had spent together, and he wanted to learn everything he could about the woman he loved.
"When I was a freshman in high school, my mother forced me to take college classes to prepare for joining her real estate company. She wanted me to follow in her footsteps and abandon my whole 'hussy' routine at the Konoha MMA… Before I graduated high school, I confronted her and told her I wasn't going to join her company and that I wanted to be a nurse. She was horrified."
"Why would your mother be horrified by the fact you wanted to get into such a noble profession?" Madara asked, confused. How could anyone be upset by their child wanting to save lives?
"To her, nurses are worthless. It didn't matter to her that I wanted to help people, she said I was aspiring to be little more than a servant…" Sakura trailed off, tension rising within her form, before she continued in a soft voice, "She cut me off… Kicked me out of the house the second I turned eighteen. She told me that I had wasted all her 'hard work' and that, if I wanted to become a servant, then I would live like one. And my father just listened to whatever she said. Didn't do anything to help me."
Madara's fingertips stopped their senseless pattern so he could instead wrap his arm around Sakura's middle, holding her tightly as she pressed her face to his chest miserably.
"I had to work to support myself while I went to school. I was lucky though because Ino's family was there to help me with a job at one of their nurseries. But I didn't even speak to my mother for years. It was only when she found out that I had gotten into medical school, that I was working to become a doctor, that she talked to me again."
Sakura took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "I can't forgive her for everything she put me through though, no matter how hard I try. I can't forget how cruel she was to me when I was young and when I finally took my life into my own hands. How she abandoned me..."
"And then she does this? Coming into my home, into my life, and pretending like she cares? The only thing she gives a damn about is her reputation and finding out I'm dating a member of a club makes her look bad to her work buddies!" Sakura growled, her voice slowly rising as her anger slowly rose within her, "I can't stand how disrespectful they both were to you just because you're in the MC! She just-! She makes me so-! Ugh!"
She burrowed farther into his embrace, burying her face into the crook of his neck as she clung to him. Madara reached up, threading his fingers into her candy colored hair and gently brushing out the tangles.
"I'm sorry to hear you grew up with parents like that, my love. It must have been very difficult for you to find your way without the support you needed. I'm lucky in that I had the support of my family through everything, even with the troubles I faced," he comforted, carding his fingers through her hair.
"And I feel like such an asshole complaining to you about it," Sakura muttered as she removed herself from his embrace to gaze down at him sadly, "You've dealt with such worse things than me..."
"Being abandoned by my family is the worst thing I can imagine. I don't think your struggles are any less than mine. Only very different."
She frowned but he could feel as the tension in her form slowly began to abate. "You always know just what to say…"
Madara smiled, leaning up to press a tender kiss to her lips. Sakura grumbled softly before following him back onto the bed, quietly settling against his chest. Silence reigned for a few minutes as she relaxed against him, gathering a strand of his long hair and twirling it around her finger in thought.
After a few comfortable minutes, she perked up, pulling herself onto her hands and knees and reaching over to her dresser. He watched, curious, as she carefully pulled down his leather cut.
"I don't understand how people can be so cruel to each other simply because of the bond they share with others…" Sakura mused aloud as she sat next to him on the bed, laying out his cut, back up, across the mattress.
"Not many people understand that that is all the club is," he returned as he sat up to watch her explore the patches on his leather cut, her fingertips tracing the edges of the cloth.
"I don't think I've ever asked what all of these patches mean. I know that they say you're in the Uchiha MC and that you're the president, but I don't know about the other ones."
Madara smiled, scooting closer to her so he could explain what the symbols he had proudly displayed on his back since he was a young man meant.
"This one is called the top rocker. It just states the name of the club," he began as he ran his finger along the curved edge of the large top patch before drifting to the one on the bottom, "The bottom one is the bottom rocker. It shows the area that the club claims as its territory. We claim the entirety of the city of Konoha. The Senju MC claims Konoha as well and that's something we also get into conflict over."
"This small patch here." He pointed to a small patch next to the club crest that simply read 'MC'. "It just states that we're a motorcycle club as opposed to a riding club or some other organization."
Madara tapped on the largest patch on his cut, the centerpiece which displayed his family crest. "This patch is the main patch. It's not just my family crest, an uchiwa fan, but it's also our club colors: red and white."
"What's so special about the fan anyways?" Sakura questioned, tilting her head as she gazed down at the first set of patches on his cut.
"An uchiwa fan is special because it can be used to stoke flames. Indra, our oldest predecessor, chose it because he said it fanned the flames of our passion. I always considered it to be poetic. And fairly accurate. We're all a passionate bunch."
"And hotheaded," Sakura tacked on with a grin.
"And hotheaded," he chuckled in agreement.
Madara flipped his cut over, flattening out the sides of the vest. On one side of the zipper which bisected his vest were two rectangular patches and on the other were three unique ones in the shape of a diamond, a skull and crossbones, and the head of an armored creature wreathed in blue flames.
"These two on my left side are my president patch and the mother chapter patch," he continued, dragging his finger across the three smaller patches stitched onto the left breast of his vest.
He pointed to a patch that simply said 'President'. "This just shows my rank in the club."
His finger drifted down to the patch beneath it which simply read 'Mother Chapter'. "And this one states that I'm a member of the mother chapter, or the first chapter of the club that all the other chapters in the other cities stemmed off of."
"That makes sense," she added, her focus entirely on him and his little lesson.
"These three on my right side…" Madara continued, before pausing and considering his words.
When Sakura looked up at him, a silent question in her gaze, he knew he had to be honest with her. He had made a promise to her. There would be no more lies or half truths between them.
Madara tapped on a diamond shaped patch with a '1%' printed in the center. "This patch says we're a member of the one-percent or that we are outlaws who abide by our own set of rules."
He pointed to the patch which appeared to depict the head of an armored, humanoid being, bordered by blue flames. "This is my Susanoo. It means I'm an officer in the club. Everyone's has a slightly different design and color. Obito's is a lighter blue, Itachi's is red, Shisui's is green, and so on."
"This patch…" he finally pointed to the final patch decorating the front of his cut, a patch depicting a skull and crossbones, "I earned after I first killed someone for the club."
"Oh… I see," Sakura muttered, her gaze flicking across the dozens of bands tattooed around both of his arms, spanning from his biceps to his forearms. The numerous tattoos which acted as a tally of all the people he had killed.
Madara sighed, hoping to diffuse the tension slowly building between them as his dark past was once again brought into the light so openly. "There are numerous other patches that I could add to my cut if I wanted but I choose to keep it simplistic. I could add a patch showing that I had been in an accident on my bike or that I had built a bike from scratch. I could add numerous 'in memory of' patches for all my fallen family members or one saying I had taken a bullet for someone. There are dozens of others."
He watched her as her eyes returned to his cut, his lover silent as she considered one of the most precious possessions he owned.
"Hmm…" Sakura hummed curiously as she reached down to grab the edges of his cut, lifting it up as if to take a better look at it.
Madara's mouth popped open in surprise as he watched as Sakura slipped his cut onto her own shoulders, the leather vest exceedingly large on her small body. Some bikers, even members of his own family, would be livid at someone who wasn't a patched in member of the club, even their own lover, wearing their cut. Madara, however, couldn't find it in him to be upset even if he wanted to be.
Not with Sakura looking so incredibly sexy wearing his cut and her panties and nothing else.
"This actually feels nice," she commented with a smile, adjusting the weight of his cut on her shoulders.
"Actually?" Madara laughed.
"You know what I mean," she grumbled as she looked back at him with that cute little glare, something made all the more enticing by his family crest on her back.
"You know… You could have a cut all your own if you wanted," he broached with a sly grin.
"What? Really?" Sakura answered, her expression pinched in confusion.
"I'm sure you've seen them. The 'Property Of' cuts that some of the men and women tied to the club wear. You could have a cut that says 'Property of Madara' on the back. It'd show everyone that you're my old lady and that you're to be treated with the same respect as any other patch holder," Madara attempted to convince, reaching out to run his hand across her thigh.
It would be so incredibly sexy to be able to mark Sakura as his old lady. For everyone in the world to know that she was his lover and that she was proud to be with him and a part of his family.
Sakura raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "I'm not your property. I belong to no one but myself."
"But what about your heart? Doesn't that belong to me?" he pressed.
"It belongs to me but loves you."
"You're so cruel, hellcat" he grumbled, sighing softly as he leaned back against the headboard of her bed.
"How am I cruel?" Sakura returned with furrowed eyebrows.
"You say your heart doesn't belong to me while mine is owned by you," Madara answered with a smile, unable to resist the sight of his old lady wrapped up in his cut.
"I don't own you, Dara... But I'll happily take your love," she purred as she crawled into his lap, her knees settling at his sides and her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
Sakura leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his lips, Madara's hands slidding up to settle on her hips, his favorite place to hold. When his fingertips were met with the familiar feeling of leather, he was distracted. As they kissed, he became preoccupied by the thought of what his cut meant, of what the patches and the tattoos he had covered himself in meant.
Madara thought of how he lived a dangerous life and how the woman he loved had been put in danger because of it. He thought of how he wanted to keep her safe.
He pressed one final kiss to his lover's lips before pulling back to rest his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed.
"Sakura…" he muttered.
"Hmm…?" she hummed in return, her fingers already playing with his hair.
He opened his eyes to gaze into her viridian orbs. "I want you to move in with me."
Sakura's eyes widened in surprise as she pulled back to get a better look at him, as if she was expecting he was joking. "What?"
"I want to live together. I want to sleep with you in my arms every night and wake up with you every morning. I want to spend every moment I can with you like this. I want to keep you safe," Madara explained as his hands smoothed up her sides, worshiping the soft skin beneath his fingertips. He pulled her close, leaning forward to press a long, passionate kiss to her lips, before he spoke again, "Come live with me..."
Sakura held him close as she thought for a long moment, her eyes sliding shut as she pressed her forehead to his. When she finally opened her eyes again, hesitation was in her gaze.
"Are you telling me everything? We're sharing everything with each other now… You promised me you wouldn't keep secrets from me anymore," she asked seriously, her expression one of concern.
Madara frowned as he gazed up at her, knowing that he had made her a promise. That, like before, he needed to be honest with her. Even if this truth was much more difficult than the first.
"I want you to live with me because I want to spend every moment I can with you. I'm worried that with you being my old lady and with you now being so involved with the club that being here by yourself will leave you too exposed. I just want to keep you safe however I can," he answered honestly, his hands sliding down from her hips to smooth across her toned thighs.
"Did something happen?" Sakura questioned, worry coloring her tone.
"Nothing has happened…" Madara took a breath. "Yet, anyways. The Senju are undoubtedly aware that something has happened. Izuna was shot in the stomach yet he is not dead or in jail. They will know he received treatment and that, undoubtedly, it would have been from you. They will know you're allied with us now with you still being my old lady."
"Am I in danger being here?"
"Hashirama and I have always had an unspoken agreement to never target the unaffiliated members of our families. My club has never tried to hurt his wife Mito or his cousin Tsunade and their club has never targeted my brother Fugaku, his wife Mikoto, or Sasuke or Itachi before they joined the club, for example. But I still worry…" his voice hardened as his tone became serious, "I want to be able to protect you in case anything happens. In case the Senju decides to use you to end this war in their favor."
"It seems kind of excessive to say that I could mean the difference between them winning and losing the war, Dara…" Sakura tried, an uncertain frown tugging at her lips.
"I would do anything to keep them from hurting you…" Madara explained sincerely, her frown only deepening as she heavily settled against his chest once again.
His lover nestled her head beneath his chin, nuzzling his neck as she thought. The quiet between them stretched on for what felt like a lifetime as he waited for her answer, praying that she would understand that he needed this so he could keep her safe.
"All the darker aspects aside…" Sakura finally began before perking up and smiling down at him, "I would love to move in together."
"Truly?" Madara asked with a wide returning smile.
"Truly," she answered, leaning down to press her lips to his.
He felt as the darkness and the worry from before washed away, relief overcoming him as the woman he loved agreed to live with him. He would be able to protect her, he would be able to keep her safe, and he would be able to be with her every day.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her close, as they shared a dozen affectionate kisses, the passion between them slowly beginning to grow. With her perched in his lap, wearing only her panties and his cut, and with her pressing such sweet kisses to his lips, he found it impossible to resist the growing hardness between his thighs.
Madara's hand rose up to cup the back of her neck as he tilted his head to deepen their kiss. Sakura made a soft noise of satisfaction as she returned the kiss, her hand sliding down his bare chest and tracing the planes of muscle she found there. When she grasped his hardening length, slowly pumping him in her soft hand, he pressed his tongue between her lips.
Their tongues moved against one anothers as she teased the head of his cock, expertly palming the head of his member and drawing a growl from his throat. He kissed her harder, his grip on her waist tightening as she focused on his tip.
When Sakura pulled away, it was with a catlike smile. She released his thickness to instead reach down and tug her soaking panties to the side, revealing her still glistening folds. He grasped the base of his throbbing length, angling himself so she could position her cum soaked entrance above him.
Achingly slowly, Sakura lowered herself onto Madara's cock, her folds slowly parting for his heavy member. He took a sharp breath as she took each solid inch of his thick length within her hot walls until he was hilted deep within her. She moaned as her hands fell back to rest against his knees, his lover rocking her hips against his to take him deeper within her welcoming body.
Madara's hands settled onto her powerful thighs as she slowly rose in her seat on his cock, her viridian gaze slipping down his chest to watch where they were connected. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she sunk down onto him again, drawing him deep into her soaking passage with a breathy gasp. He grit his teeth against the blissful sensation of his hardness moving within her silken channel, resisting the urge to grip her hips and thrust up into her.
Instead, he watched, enraptured, as Sakura began to ride him, his length slipping in and out of her folds. Her hands roughly gripped his muscled thighs for balance as she bounced on his cock, her breasts springing with the movement. His gaze was drawn to where his length disappeared into her passage, the erotic sight making his member flex within her.
Reaching down, Madara hooked his thumb around her panties to pull them farther to the side, further revealing the site of their joining to him. He settled his free hand between Sakura's thighs, pressing his fingertips against her swollen clit. As he drew firm, lazy circles around her most sensitive nub, her moan drew his attention up her chest, across his all too familiar cut draped across her shoulders, and back to her blissful expression. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her eyes screwed shut, but her lips parted as she released her sounds of pleasure.
He could rapidly feel as his finish grew within him, overwhelmed by the heady sight of Sakura wearing his cut and taking her pleasure from his body. A sight which reminded him of when they had first met and when she had ridden him on his bike on the abandoned back road. A sight which he would never be able to forget, much like this one. A woman had never ridden him on his bike and a woman had certainly never ridden him while wearing his cut.
Feeling as his release grew within him, Madara picked up the pace circling Sakua's clit, his hellcat stuttering in her riding him. Her half lidded gaze fell onto him, their passionate gazes meeting as she fucked him.
She bit her lip as she angled herself to quicken her bouncing in his lap, her thrusts becoming less coordinated as her orgasm drew closer. He felt as her walls began to squeeze around his unyielding member, signaling her imminent finish, and he continued his pace in pleasuring her needy clit.
Sakura's pace in riding him stuttered as she came, her eyes falling shut and her lips parting with a moan. Her soaking walls rhythmically clenched around his penetrating length in time with her waves of ecstasy, sending more rushes of pleasure through him. He was able to hold on for the few heartbeats he could to allow her her fullest pleasure before he gripped her hips in a bruising grip to drag her flush against him and to seat his cock deep inside of her.
Madara gritted his teeth to hold back the groan in danger of emerging from him as he came deep inside of her quivering folds. Sakura gasped in pleasure as he filled her with his hot ejaculate, his lover spreading her thighs even wider around him and arching against him, drawing his flexing cock deeper into her trembling channel. He rocked his hips against hers as he dumped bursts of his cum against her innermost barrier, drawing out further waves of her own orgasm.
They both panted as they began to come down from their euphoria, Sakura bonelessly sagging against his chest. His palms slid up from her hips, his arms loosely looping around her. He pressed a contented kiss to her shoulder before tilting his head back to rest against the headboard of her bed.
"Gods, we'll be able to do this every day from now on…" he mused out loud, still trying to catch his breath.
Sakura snorted out a laugh against his neck, a smile spreading across both of their lips as she pressed a kiss to his jawline.
A/N: I wrote a bonus scene for this chapter (where Madara goes to buy flowers for Sakura and finds that Ino works at the shop) which is posted on my Tumblr. I loved the scene too much to outright delete it even though it didn't fit with the flow of the story itself.
Also, I frequently refer to something known as a "cut" which is basically a sleeveless leather (or sometimes denim) vest that is worn over regular clothes. It is the most precious possession of a biker, right next to their motorcycle and their life. There are a number of patches which decorate these patches which can detail certain affiliations, statuses, or accomplishments
For outlaw clubs, or one-percent clubs, there are three main patches which decorate the back of the cut which are called "rockers". They detail the name of the club, the territory that they claim as their own, and show their club crest. Some even have small patches next to the club crest patch which say "MC" which show they are in a "Motorcycle Club" instead of a "Riding Club", or an "RC".
There are patches on the front which detail the person's position in the club (ex. president, vice president, sergeant at arms, etc), their nickname/road name/regular name, and what chapter of a club they belong to. A "Mother Chapter" is the first chapter of a club that was established. There are also "Nomads", which are bikers involved with the club that aren't affiliated with any particular chapter. There are numerous other patches which have a variety of meanings. A common patch which is universal is a diamond shaped patch, sometimes with a "1%" in the center. The diamond patch is a declaration saying that they are a one-percenter or an outlaw. There are hundreds of other patches, some of which have different meanings between different clubs or that are unique to each club.
If you're curious as to what a real life cut looks like, you can google images of a cut belonging to a biker in one of the most famous outlaw motorcycle clubs in the world, the Hells Angels. Keep in mind that real life MC's have much different laws and lifestyles that the ones I detail in my story.
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