"Woah there, no need to be slamming doors. You can't be that mad at me." Ino is jolted from her daydreaming by the front door of the shared apartment rattling the walls.
"Oh, i'm mad, but not at you. And before you ask, yes I got laid. Actually possibly the best sex of my entire existence." Sakura plops onto the couch beside her blonde friend.
"Oooooh, tell me all about him! We got kinda worried about you when you disappeared."
"It was sasuke's uncle…" Sakura drags her hands down her face, pulling the skin along with them.
"Wow… ummmm… I never took you for the revenge sex type, but good for you."
"I didn't know it was his uncle until this morning, when he showed up at Madara's house." throwing her hands in the air, standing from the couch to make her way into the kitchen.
"Well… was this like a one night stand type deal or?" Ino follows, leaning against the sink while Sakura begins to make some oatmeal.
"I-I don't know. I mean it was amazing and everything, but I hardly know anything about the guy. He might be a sociopath for all I know. Besides i'm pretty sure he's not looking for a relationship with someone like me." Sakura sighs, mixing the dry oats with milk.
"What if he's not though? What if he is super into you? What if he's super rich?"
"Of course you would want to know if he's rich. Ino, Sasuke has been blowing up my phone nonstop. Madara basically forced Sasuke to apologize, manhandled him and everything! Like what do I even do with that?!" Sakura hops onto countertop, taking a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth.
"Well.. ummm yeah! TLC said it best Sakura. You don't want no scrub. Maybe he would be good for you. He defended your honor!" Ino dramatically raises her hand to her forehead, fake fainting. Their laughter is cut off by the buzzer of their apartment going off. "Well, I wonder if that is your knight in shining armor now." Ino begins to walk over when a voice comes through.
"Sakura, I know you're in there. We need to talk." Sakura groans as Ino quirks eyebrow at her, asking a silent question. Sakura flicks her hand back and forth in response.
"Sakura is currently occupied by literally anything other than you soooooo.. You can leave a message." Ino giggles, she can hear Sasuke sigh on the other side.
"I know she can hear me. Please, I really need to talk with you, Sakura." Sasuke leans his head against the brick wall waiting for a response. The pinkette waves to Ino gesturing to buzz him in. A few minutes pass as Sasuke follows the familiar path to the apartment, finally reaching his destination on the fourth floor he knocks gently on the door. Sasuke can feel his heartbeat in his ears while he waits for the door to open, realizing he has no idea what to say now that he's face to face with Sakura.
"You have five minutes, Sasuke. I mean it." She shuts the door behind him before sitting down at the kitchenette table.
"Listen… I'm sorry. Okay?" He barely musters out the words as Sakura's eyes drill holes into his head.
"Wow, that was super convincing. You can leave now."
"Dammit, Sakura! I being honest. I shouldn't have done that to you. Whether you believe me or not is up to you."
"What exactly are you sorry for? I mean it isn't exactly in your nature to admit your faults so, I really don't think that you think you have anything to apologize for. I don't want your bullshit apology. Bye, Sasuke." Sakura briskly walks past him and opens the door.
"Fine. Just… be careful. My uncle is going to use you and then leave you, like he does with every other play thing when he loses interest." Sasuke holds the edge of the door as he speaks.
"Well now I know where you get it from. Leave." Sasuke huffs as he closes the door behind him.
"That went well." Ino stalks out from her room, smirking at Sakura.
"Fuck off. I need to get ready for work." She slams the door to her own room, beginning her routine before heading to the hospital.
After a grueling twelve hour shift Sakura finally leaves the hospital, her feet are unbelievably sore and her back feels likes she had been trampled by a herd of elephants. She had used the employee showers since she had three surgeries to assist on today and ended up covered in blood from a particularly fun blood vessel. Now, feeling mostly clean she is heading home at the ripe hour of 3 am. Sakura crosses the street to begin the walk home as a black Rolls Royce Phantom pulls up slowly to her side. She grips her bag closer to her body, getting ready to run at the first sign of malicious intent. As the passenger side window rolls down, a shiver is sent down her spine. She knows that hair.
"Sakura, get in… please." Madara's words rolled off his tongue, practically pulling her to the car door. She slides into the seat, feeling the pressure on her chest get heavier.
"Are you stalking me now?" Sakura picks at her cuticles nervously, biting on her lip so hard she's sure it's ready to bleed.
"What if I told you I was desperate to see you again, so yes. In not so many words. Though technically I had my people stalk you for me." Madara chuckles lowly, feeling her being to squirm in the seat beside him.
"That's not super creepy or anything. I'm taking this as a booty call, then." She glares over at him.
"Actually, I was just offering you a ride home. It's late. However, I'm not opposed to spending some intimate time with you. You did not disappoint. Your sexual prowess is… extraordinary." He slips his hand from the gear shift to Sakura's denim covered knee. The gulp must have been audible since Madara looks over and smiles, reassuring that he is half playing around.
"Yeah, let's not talk about that right now. I was very drunk and very brave. I'm not usually like that. I mean, so forward. Well, at least. I don't think that's who I am. I honestly don't know who I am now. Sasuke always told me I was frigid and lacking fire."
"Well, frankly… Sasuke is a giant pussy...so? Take that how you will. He has and always be a momma's boy. That will never change." Madara rubs lazy circles over her knee with his thumb. "I think you are quite the tease. You just needed someone who could fan your flame in all the right ways." His hand moves closer to her center, testing the waters. While getting her in his sheets had not been Madara's original intention, it is looking more appealing by the second.
"Perhaps, or maybe it's just the effect you have on me." Sakura blushes as the words fall from her lips, she laughs inwardly at herself.
"Careful. I might have to make use of your presumed booty call and offer my bed to you for the night. I can't say I would particularly mind for you to accompany me in bed five nights out of seven."
"Oh, stop. You just like me because you have a challenge with keeping up, old man. I doubt you would find anything about me as a person remotely appealing. I'm sure me staying a sex object would be easier for the both of us." Sakura could feel herself shrinking inside her own skin, the cycle of self doubt starting it's spinning - like with Sasuke.
He isn't Sasuke. He is a separate person. Don't hold yourself back to make him comfortable.
"Actually, I would like to get to know as much about you as possible. I find you intriguing. Not often am I curious of a person further than their motives. So would you be willing to join me for dinner wednesday evening?" At the stoplight Madara lets himself look at Sakura whose arm is propped against the door and chin resting in her hand, looking out the window. He can feel doubt rolling off of her in waves. "Look at me, please." Sakura sighs heavily, looking over at him. "You don't need to try and undersell yourself. We both know exactly who you are in your most carefree, primal state. Usually that's the hard part."
"Sorry," she glances down, not letting her gaze meet his fully. "Sure, I suppose I would enjoy that. Just… nothing flashy." Madara grins, taking off from the light, towards his own house. "You realize I haven't told you where I live? Where are you taking me?"
"To bed."
The smell of sex fills the air as the two lay, basking in afterglow, wrapped in steel gray sheets, their bodies tucked perfectly into each other. The sound of light breathes and crickets outside the window put Madara into a trance, the heat of her body forcing a veil of relaxation over him.
"Madara… would I be able to use your shower? I feel sweaty and i'm really sore from work." Sakura traces the lines of the koi tattoo on his right pectoral. She doesn't think she will ever tire of investigating the ink on his body. His neck, arms, back and torso are covered almost completely with them. Each flowing smoothly into the next, never ending, wrapping his body in monochrome.
"Of course, blossom. Just don't be mad if I join you." Madara focuses on the feeling of her fingers running along his arm as Sakura leaves him alone in the bed.
"It's your shower." Sakura disappears through the bathroom door, leaving in slightly open as a teasing invitation. Madara sighs, dragging his hand through his tousled hair and down his face, scratching on the newly formed stubble. His nephew will not be happy with him pursuing any type of relationship with her, regardless of intentions. Madara takes a second to weigh his options, consequences and possible outcomes. After he has heard the water start he comes to the conclusion that Sasuke won't stand in the way of what he wants. His nephew has a new plaything, a new woman. Sakura is fair game. He feels a tinge of guilt thinking of her as a prize to be won, currency, a piece of land to be bought and sold. He knows better, there is a flame in her that has been suppressed by his control freak nephew. Sasuke kas always had the need to feel empowered and in control, quick to flatten anything that challenges his masculinity or his authority. All of this makes Madara's need to make Sakura happy, give her all the things Sasuke couldn't. To give Sakura, herself. To show her, her true self. Not one crushed under the weight of Sasuke's presence or expectations. He wants to bring her back to life. Pulling himself from the bed, letting the sheets fall around his naked waist, he grabs his phone to check his texts, making sure nothing ended up on fire in his absence. There is three new texts one from Izuna, Obito and Mitoko.
[Izuna: We had a slight hiccup with some umm.. Housekeeping last night, but don't worry. We handled it. All good.] Madara scoffs at his brother giving him reasons to be upset for no reason. He scrolls opens the next message.
[Obito: Sir, there is a delivery for you at the warehouse. Try not to get overly involved with whatever girl you're entertaining. It's important.] Always the downer, Obito. Madara swipes to the next message.
[Mitoko: Is there a specific reason Sasuke is on a rampage about you "touching his things" I won't have you stressing him out. Make it right Madara. I mean it] A grin sets itself on his lips, "Momma's boy."
He can hear her music from the shower, making him smile. Madara finally stand, giving his hair one last run through with his hands before heading the bathroom, not worrying about the clothing strewn across the room. It's a problem for later. The room is fogged over, creating a haze. The usually clear glass shower door is now frosted from the steam, only showing him her outline as she dances to the sound of M.O.N.E.Y by The 1975. Madara takes a moment to just observe, watch her dance like she thinks no one's watching. He felt the song is more than fitting. He knows that she obviously knows he is well off, however whether or not she knows exactly who he is or what he does still escapes him. Though he doubts she will ever know the truth of his life, the outside life he has created holds well enough. Owning the largest Casinos in five of the biggest countries has been great, no matter how cliché the front. No matter how south things went with his force, he has his stable, legitimate businesses to fall back on. Although, the only way he will ever get out of the Uchiha Mafia is if he's dead or in prison, even then that's a stretch.
"Madara, are you getting in or are you just going to watch? For the record, i'm fine with either." Sakura giggles, pressing her forehead against the cool tile lining the walls of the shower.
"Tch. Tease." Madara steps in the steaming hot shower, revealing in the slight burning sensation from the nearly too hot water. He pushes himself against her back, letting his head hang over her shoulder. Madara runs his hands from her hair down her body to her hips, tightening his grip and pulling her bottom firmly against his swiftly hardening length.
"You can't be already be eager to go again." Sakura leans her head back on his shoulder, exposing her neck to him. He begins to leave a blazing trail of peppered kisses and love bites from behind her ear down to to sweet spot where Sakura's neck meets her shoulder. She reaches her hand to his head, threading her fingers into his wet hair.
"What can I say, you make me this way." Madara bites on the shell of Sakura's year before whispering, "You make me insatiable." Dragging his fingertips down the middle of her chest, stopping on their way to circle around her belly button they finally reach Sakura's warm center, he can feel that she is already getting wet from his small amount of attention. Madara pushes her slightly forward, bending her just enough to access her slit with little resistance. Kissing his way up her back to her shoulder blades, he leaves a large, dark mark near the nap of her neck. "May I?" Sakura nods furiously, too caught up in the feeling of Madara's nimble fingers working at her opening, spreading the slick liquid to her outer lips. "No, Blossom. I need you to tell me you want it."
"Please… fuck me." The words barely escape her lips before he is pushing himself inside of her hot passage. Madara lifts one of her legs at the knee to open her even further. Sakura's nails slide against the tile, attempting to ground herself, his pace is desperate, not wasting time in dragging it out, only seeking completion.
"Do you do yoga, Sa-ku-ra.." Madara continues to pound into her, letting the sound of wet, slapping skin fill the room. Sakura can only moan, barely nodding her head in response. "...mmm of course you do. Downward dog, trust me." As she moves her hands to the ground Madara wraps her leg around him, taking the other one to do the same as soon as he sees her elbows lock, hands strategically placed on two of the grip strips that line the shower tile. Sakura lets out an almost scream at the new angle and depth. "I knew you'd like this."
"F-fuck, Madara I-" Her words are cut off by his renewed vigor. The pressure put on the roof of her passage leaves her breathless, barely able to get any noise out of her throat. He lets one of her legs rest on his hip, moving a hand to smooth over the skin of her bottom before lifting his hand, bringing it down, slapping the area, leaving a dark red hand print in its wake. "SHIT!" The extra stimulation causes Sakura to tense, she can feel a coil winding tighter inside her. His hand comes down again just a little to the left of the spot he had previously struck.
"I can feel you getting tighter." Madara slips his hand around her hip, letting her know where he is planning on moving to. "Listen to me, i'm about to force you to squirt for me. I want you to squirt all over my fucking cock, Sakura. Tap me twice if you want me to stop." With no other warning he begins his assault on her swollen clit. He presses firmly on the nub with his two middle fingers, moving in quick circles. Sakura begins to laugh at the overstimulation, unable to cope with the extreme amount of pleasure, borderline torture he is currently inflicting. Using the rhythm of her contractions around his length as guidance her sets a rough pace to her offbeats. Now her laughs are turning into screams, focusing on keeping herself upright, astounded that this has all been in a matter of minutes. The coil pulls tighter one final time before snapping. As soon as her walls grip him like a vice, Madara pulls out, letting the harsh spray hit his lower half, mixing with the now lukewarm water of the shower. "Fuck yes, baby. That's what i'm talking about!" Madara lets out a sadistic chuckle at the sight of his length being soaked in her fluids.
"I- I can't hold myself up anymore." Madara acts quickly, lifting her to her feet, turning her to face him before she is immediately back off her feet, lifted with her back now against the tile, legs bent, hanging over his arms, practically folding her knees to her shoulders.
"That was perfect, Blossom. You did well. We're almost done." Madara quickly sets a slower, more stable pace, letting himself feel every inch of her dripping passage. Her moans are now hardly whines as she continues to recover from the overstimulation. "I'm getting close, am I aloud to fill your pussy with my cum?" Placing a searing kiss onto her lips for the first time since they've begun. Sakura nods against him, continuing the desperate, messy kiss. Madara bites her lip. "I need to hear you say it, baby."
"Yes.." Sakura takes advantage of the moment, testing his limits has he has hers at every turn. "Come inside me...daddy." She bites back at his bottom, tugging in until it slips from between her teeth. Sakura immediately soothes the area with her tongue.
"You're so fucking filthy," Madara moans into her mouth, speeding up his thrusts. "I love it." With a few final thrusts Madara releases inside her waiting cavern, pushing in as far as he can, letting his white hot seed splash against her cervix. Sakura moans at the feeling of his warmth spreading through her. Madara lets her legs down, wrapping them around him as he sinks onto the floor, letting her weight lay against him as she leans into his chest. Madara uses an arm to twist so the he is leaning against the wall, turning the knob to reheat the water. She breathes heavily into his neck as he pets her head, comforting her through her recovery. He almost feels sorry for her, he has never known true sexual exhaustion and overstimulation like he had put her through, regardless of how mild he kept it he knows this is was new to her. "C'mon, Blossom. Let's get you into the bed."
An hour of cuddling has Sakura completely sated and in restful sleep, tucked against Madara's side. He takes a moment to ponder on the last 48 hours and how completely consuming her presence is. He wants to spend as much time with her as possible. There's something inside her, he can feel it, waiting to be awakened after too many years of being shackled. Madara tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear, but is quickly brought back to reality by the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. He looks at the name streamlining across the screen and groans.
"What is it, Obito?"
"We have a situation, you need to get to headquarters." Obito's gravelly voice comes through the other side. A harsh huff escapes Madara's lips.
"Fine. I'll be there shortly." He quickly taps screen to end the call. Leave it to Obito to ruin a good time, always the downer. Madara pulls himself from the bed, attempting not to disturb Sakura in the process. The sound of his closet door creaks as it opens, his hope to leave quietly and write her a note for when she wakes up is put to an end when he hears the cutest whine he has ever heard from a human.
"Where are you going?" Sakura rolls over to face him, keeping her eyes closed.
"I have a business um… emergency to attend to, unfortunately." Madara pulls on a fresh pair of boxer briefs up, the elastic snapping against his skin.
"Oh, okay. I'll lock the door when I leave then. I can catch a cab, you go ahead." Sakura sits up, pulling the sheets to cover her chest, bringing her knees to her chest.
"No." Madara responds quickly, not letting this slip through her fingers. After buckling the belt on his slacks he moves across the room to her side of the bed, taking her chin in his hand, "I want you to stay right here. I will be back as soon as possible." Madara leans in, pressing a light kiss to her lips. "Take my phone and put your number in it. If you have to leave I don't want to have to stakeout the hospital again." He makes his way back into the closet, retrieving a navy button up shirt from one of the hangers. Sakura moves across the bed to meet him, rising to her knees in front of him. "I'm very sorry-" His words are cut off when her hands cover his that are furiously trying to button his own shirt. She swats them away, taking over for him.
"You don't have to apologize. You have duties, responsibilities. I understand." She continues buttoning his shirt as he stares at the top of her head, while she's hyper focused on her hands.
"I'll make it up to you." He kisses her cheek. In retaliation she lays a gentle kiss to his jaw. Madara tucks in his shirt, hissing at the contact of her lips.
"Go. I'll still be here. Pinky swear." He plants one more kiss to her forehead before closing the bedroom door. Not soon after Sakura hears the front door close behind him.
Sakura… What are you doing?