Having sex with Madara was a lot more fun than fighting her, but also a lot harder in so many ways of the word. Apparently being power hungry spread to being sex hungry, she was insatiable. No matter how many times he defeated her, no matter how many different ways, she was always, always, back up for more and dragging him along for the ride.

Despite his lack of sleep, moderate to severe dehydration, the fact that his back felt like he cuddled with a cheese grater, and that his bed was fused to his body via blood, he felt pretty alright. Not great, but at the same time, the sex was fantastic.

He had sex with Madara Uchiha. Madara Uchiha was someone he really wanted to have sex with. Those were the thoughts that occupied his mind as he stared up at the ceiling, slowly letting the fact that he had sex with a smoking hot Madara that was a smoking hot girl with kisses that still made his lips tremble and forced him to find just enough energy to be aroused again.

If he wasn't so sure he hadn't gotten much if any sleep last night he would have considered this whole thing a dream. But the pain on his back and the pulsing headache was all the evidence to the contrary he needed. That and he could still feel where Madara had traced her fingers along his chest as she stared at him like a meal to be eaten.

The blanket had been cast over her so that generous amount of hip cleavage could be seen, her legs entwined with his and her chest was exposed - how had he mistaken her for a man before? - it seemed so impossible. The smugness and self-satisfaction that radiated off of her made him want to punch and kiss her all over again.

But she was gone now, the sway of her hips burned into the earlier morning sunlight that was quickly turning into midday. Even before meeting Jiraiya he had a healthy appreciation of the female body as a whole, boobs, tummies, butts, legs, all of it was wonderful, but after seeing Madara's ass and having those legs wrapped around him in so many different ways, he was starting to favor the lower parts of the body just the slightest bit.

With a grunt and far more pops and snaps than normal, he got up from his bed, feeling more than one scab break away the wound already healed. His whole body felt stiff and drained. But at the same time, he felt full of a different kind of energy, one that made it easy to put his feet under him and go looking for that most dangerous of women.

A dark blue robe with folded so that the Uchiha symbol was presented barred his exit, a still steaming cup and a few simple looking biscuits sat on their own plate nearby. Breakfast, reward, or bait? It didn't matter, he was too hungry not to eat it. The bread was hard and filled with a sweet jelly, and the tea was so bitter it felt like a punch to the face. The smell alone was enough to wake him up even more.

The clothes he arrived in were long nowhere to be seen, so unless he wanted to walk around naked he'd have to put on the Uchiha robe. The act almost hurt his soul, like she was putting a collar on him. Well jokes on her! Naruto Uzumaki was his own man!

A man that wasn't quite comfortable with walking out naked in a town filled with extra angry versions of Sasuke. People talked enough about them as it was, he saw those magazines, and Ino even showed him a book someone published that went into great detail over their relationship. It was like Icha Icha paradise, but gay. It just went to show that there were still great evils in his world.

The robe fit well enough, and it wasn't as uncomfortable as the other fancier robes he had to put on had been, but really how did they fight in these things? Wouldn't a shirt and pants be easier? Oh wait, there were pants, problem solved. Soon enough he was dressed and looking every bit the Uchiha. Just better looking, not depressed, and a better ninja.

Madara's home was an L shape, with the bedrooms made up one side and the rest of the rooms made another, joined only at the hinge by the bathroom. Nestled between the two sides was a training yard, a small pond and an untended guarded were backdropped to the main attraction, a flat circle of well-walked earth and several training dummies that had seen better days.

In its center dressed in a black robe with her bare feet gliding across the dirt was Madara, eyes closed, her face was fixated in the usual permanent scowl that must be a genetic condition, but at the same time she looked oddly peaceful as her hands flowed like a river moving at the same constant pace.

"Do you always take so long to get up?" She didn't so much as look at him, but a smile grew on her face all the same. The difference was night and day with her. She continued to move in the slow controlled pattern, her feet not so much as leaving a trace as she moved. It was as hypnotic as she was.

"What are you doing?" He asked, stepping off the sun-warmed wood that made up the pathway that connected the home and onto the grass still wet with dew.

"Training, would you like to join me? Few can match me." She didn't stop moving, her stance shifted so that she faced him, one hand outstretched at him, beaconing him to challenge. "I will not blame you for declining, it shows you know who your better is."

If she wanted to go then alright! He did not back down from a challenge. Besides, there was no way that she was his better at everything. Like he probably had more chakra and cooler jutsu. "What do I do?"

Both of her hands took up a typical fighting stance. "We fight, eyes closed, hands not touching and never more than two inches from each other."

Sounded simple enough, he did something before with Lee, except a lot faster, and actually punchy. He matched her stance, the pebbles grinding against his feet, and his hands shook for a moment before steadying. "Alright, how do we tell who losses?"

Her smile turned into that mocking smirk that he was beginning to despise with every fiber of his being. "You will know when you have failed, as this is your first time, you may keep your eyes open if you wish. But be warned it does make it harder."

"I don't need a handicap, ready when you are."

"Begin."

When he fought Lee he had used sound and the thudding of the dojo mats to find where his foe was. But here, surrounded by the the outdoors against a foe that made no sound he truly felt blind to everything. This was about knowing his foe probably or some other ancient and outdated technique that was all about being in tune with his body. Which he was, he was a ninja and mastered sage chakra.

It might have been cheating, but it was his best option, and she never said he couldn't use it. He could see her chakra and her hands, moving at that same steady pace. He had wildly missed where she was going and it was only blind luck that he hadn't touched her hands. Her feet were also moving, drawing closer to him.

He needed to correct this.

"Interesting technique Naruto," She purred through the darkness, he could feel her smile through her chakra, mocking him constantly. Maybe this was why the Uchiha were so fucked up, they had to put up with Madara teasing them so that they developed childhood trauma. Had to be. "Don't play catch up, keep the pace."

It was a lot harder than it looked. "So I wanted to ask you something."

He had to move his right hand quick to avoid hers, his feet made ground against the dirt, sounding like a cannon blast in the stillness of Madara's yard.

"Ask away, but you may not get the answers you seek."

Okay, he could do this, it wasn't like he had crippling social anxiety when it came to dealing with feelings or anything. Nope. He was a straightforward man, always had been always will be. "So umm, about last night?"

She moaned, her chakra dancing like fire. "Mmm, are you sure you can concentrate while talking about that?"

"Yes!" He nearly slipped and touched her hand, which earned him a mocking chuckle from Madara. He was really starting to hate that sound.

"If you are certain, but what which part about last night?" She turned her back facing him for no more than a breath, her feet moving no faster than the snail's pace of her hands, yet still, she maintained perfect balance. No doubt she was grinning up a storm.

He ground his teeth trying to keep up with her, his foot fell hard against the dirt when he turned to meet her, his hand nearly touching hers once more. "I, well, dammit, what are we?"

"We are ninja," Her voice lacked the humor it had one moment ago. "But you do not need me to tell you that. So speak your feelings true Naruto," The humor returned followed by a chuckle that sent a shock up and down his spine. "I know you like it when I bite."

"That's what I'm trying to ask." He muttered, it was really hard to ignore the warmth of his face and his growing excitement. "What does last night make us?"

More chuckling and she started to be more aggressive with her stance, both hands moving on their own, her feet twisting and shifting with an ease that felt unnatural. "Ahh, now we get to the real question. Worry not, Naruto, I know exactly what we are, I know who I am, and what you are to me. It is only a matter of you accepting it."

"Care to explain?" He took a harsh step backward, he yanked his hand back to try and stop her from touching his. More than three inches. A lot more. He was losing his footing.

"We are lovers," she purred, her hand touching him in the chest, just enough to send him tumbling to the ground in defeat. But he never reached the ground. "I am Madara Uchiha, and you."

He opened his eyes to see her looming over him, she held him up by the folds of his robe, while still holding him down with one hand. She had beaten him in this game of balance, patience, and grace, but that didn't mean she was better than him! "And me?"

Madara's eyes sparked like embers taking to fresh kindling, and her smile grew so much more quicked and vile. She leaned in close, somehow keeping them both balanced. Her breath mixed with his and he could feel the ghost of her lips on his once more, like chasing a dream after just waking up. "And you Naruto Uzumaki, are mine."

It was really hard to protest to anything when her tongue was down his throat.