Hey everyone!

So, due to the many people asking for updates, and the fact that I was one angsty smut scene away from finishing this chapter, I was able to complete this chapter at the eleventh hour, so here it is.

First off, I'd like to specifically thank moor, whose story Orbit inspired my imagination to write the smut scene here. It's on AO3 - MadaSaku, very DARO (my new term for what I write: Dark, Angsty, Rapey Obsession) and a wonderful story all-around. Really adore that story. So, give a great big thanks to moor!

Gal Can't Help It also literally can't help it, because her new story, Madara: Sage of the Sex Paths, was also a huge inspiration, and got me thinking about WCBS again in the first place. Madara: Sage of the Sex Paths is definitely in a different tone than my usual stories, but I adore GCHI's sense of humor and I'm sure you all will too! Go check both stories out, you'll love them both!

Now that I've shamelessly prostituted myself because I love these two gals' stories, I want to say thank you to everyone who has stuck by me. If you've read "Where Is Your God Now?", a story revolving around Itachi and Sasuke's relationship, you'll know that I've been struggling a lot with familial problems. This chapter would have been posted two days ago if not for my little brother's ongoing problems with mental illness. It's really hard to see him this way, and it's definitely had an effect on my writing. So please, I'd really appreciate any good vibes, thoughts, or whatever people do in this kind of situation sent my way. This whole situation with him has been heartbreaking, and it doesn't seem like it will be going away any time soon because we can't make him take his medications or seek treatment. If it's not one thing, it's another. I'm sorry for my lack of updates, I truly am.

Anyways, go on and enjoy the story!

14

-Unidentifiable-

Madara couldn't deny his triumphant smirk.

"On one condition."

His lips froze in the motion of curling, but he was feeling rather generous now that she had capitulated, so he was willing to entertain her feeble exercise of control in the situation. "And what would that be?"

Sakura still wasn't looking at him. "Don't force Sasuke to be in my situation."

An eyebrow raised and he leaned back, crossing his arms. "And what situation would that be?"

"A loveless marriage."

She really should watch the way she worded things, he decided. It would have to be rectified once they were married. Nonetheless, he was willing to accept it. "Very well. Sasuke will not be forced to endure a loveless marriage."

Sakura sighed, seemingly relieved at the turn of events. He knew they were thinking along very separate lines, but she didn't have to know that. It wasn't like she would be speaking to Sasuke anytime soon, anyways.

"Are you done eating?"

Sakura glanced down at her food and frowned. She picked at it with her chopsticks a little more before pushing the plate away. "I guess. I want to save it for later, though."

He nodded and took her back to the kitchen, where she covered the food with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. It wouldn't hold for long, as the rice would dry out rather quickly even with the covering, but if she got hungry later in the day it would be acceptable.

"Come with me," he said after she had closed the refrigerator door.

She looked at him warily. "Where to? Why?"

"So curious," he said with a chuckle. "If you accept the proposal, there is something you must sign."

There was a flash of panic in her eyes, but Sakura nodded and followed behind him obediently when he led her to his office.

Once they entered the simple but spacious office, Madara sat down in the chair behind his desk and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers. Sakura frowned deeply at the sight of it, but took it when he handed it to her. She began to flip through the papers and he knew what she was seeing as her expression grew troubled.

It was the contract that would bind her to him until her death. It was obviously more likely that he would die first, but he did not want to be replaced when he died. Certainly she could date, as there were no legal prohibitions he could make against that, but he never wanted her to be able to change her last name from Uchiha—he certainly never wanted her to remarry. So, one of the provisions was that until the end of her life, she would either be married to Uchiha Madara or nobody at all—she wasn't allowed to remarry. It certainly made her less likely to attempt to kill him in his sleep, even though he didn't think she had it in her. Once she signed this, though, he would make her happy enough that she would not wish for his death, anyway.

Another provision of the contract was, of course, a prohibition against divorce. She could not file for divorce, and to show his commitment, he would not be able to file for divorce either. Once they were married, they would be bound for life.

There was a reason the contract was so long—he would not allow any loopholes. He had gone over it with three separate, very specialized lawyers who had edited and reedited to ensure that there was no feasible way she could escape after this. It was legally airtight in every conceivable way.

"I have to sign this?" she asked, her voice somewhat shaky. Her beautiful green eyes were transfixed by the bottom of page forty-six, where the two lines requiring signatures were. His was already there.

"Yes, and then I will have it notarized. It will be made official once we are married." His calm tone belied the triumph, the excitement, the sheer euphoria he felt knowing that Sakura was going to be his at last.

She looked like she was going to be ill. "I-I want to look at this with a lawyer first," she told him quietly. "I want to know what I'm getting myself into."

"If you want to wait that long, then you are forsaking your father," he informed her placidly. "And I'm not certain you have the funds to afford a lawyer for as long as it will take to review the contract."

Her brow furrowed and she looked up at him, her eyes glaring angrily. "I accepted your proposal! You just met with a lawyer and it's a Saturday! I don't see why I can't get the same thing—I just want to know what I'm getting into…"

"I will tell you everything you need to know," he said imperiously. "After you sign it."

Sakura looked like she was gritting her teeth and it seemed that she was losing the fight with her anger. Her grip on the contract was wrinkling it and for a moment it appeared she would tear it. She stared hard at the papers, as if wanting to burn them with her eyes alone.

Then, helpless tears gathered in her eyes and she blinked. Suddenly, she went from murderous rage to weak and defeated. He didn't much like to see that look in her eyes—he certainly didn't like seeing her cry—but it was necessary at this point in time.

Finally, she took a deep breath and held her hand out for a pen. He gave her one and she quickly signed before shoving the contract away from her as if deeply offended by it. She probably was.

Now that it had been signed, Madara could not contain himself anymore. He stood quickly and she flinched away, but he embraced her before she could realize what he wanted. He pressed his lips against hers, trying to convey just how happy he was that she was finally his.

The moment was ruined when she began to shove at him. Anger crept up through the haze of euphoria. Did she not realize what this meant? She was his!

However, he released her. She immediately put a good few yards between them and she watched him warily, like he was a panther about to strike. Madara frowned.

"You will be my wife, Sakura. There's no need to fight now."

She took a deep breath before saying, "If I'm going to be your wife, I get to say no, too. And I say no."

"And I suppose you'll always say no, hm?" he said with a vicious sneer. This was not the victory he had looked forward to, but he supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He had hoped that once Sasuke was out of the picture, though…

She lifted her chin defiantly. "Probably. You ruined my life, after all. And I saw that you can't divorce me, so I guess you'll just have to get some on the side, because I'm certainly not going to do anything with you."

He contemplated her and her brave words. She obviously thought that since there was no longer the threat of her family and friends being harmed, she could control the situation. He was willing to give her equal footing in some territories, but the bedroom was not one of them.

"Very well," he acquiesced.

Sakura stopped short, obviously expecting more of a fight than he had given. After eyeing him cautiously for a moment longer, she nodded to herself and then turned away to leave.

He let her leave, and after the door shut, he closed his eyes in contemplation of the new idea that had come to mind.

Slowly, a smile curved his lips.

That was almost too easy.

She hated him, but if he wasn't going to force her to have sex with him, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.

At this point, she knew she wasn't cheating on Sasuke if she slept with him. Madara was attractive and probably wasn't bad in bed when he wasn't being a rapist. But that was all beside the point—he had raped her, had made her accept his marriage proposal against her will. Sakura had always told herself she wouldn't have sex with someone if she wasn't in love with them, if there wasn't a real relationship between them. Of course, she had always imagined saving herself for Sasuke, but that had been maliciously stolen from her.

The best she could do now was deny Madara something he clearly wanted, and it fit her own moral standards of not sleeping with someone she didn't love, even if that man would soon be her husband.

At the thought of being tied to Madara the way the contract had dictated, Sakura's stomach twisted. However, she swallowed the bile and made her way into the living room. She sat down weakly on the floor and leaned back against the couch—she didn't really want to touch it after what had happened on it— and frowned up at the ceiling.

She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with herself.

After a long while of staring, Sakura stood. She wasn't sure she actually felt hungry, not with her stomach in knots, but there wasn't anything more productive to do than eat. She made her way to the kitchen, and just as she was passing through the dining room, she was grabbed from behind.

Sakura screamed, already knowing the familiar body behind her.

Madara's hand clasped over her mouth and quieted her, despite her desperate thrashing against him. She could feel his arousal digging into her lower back and she felt as though she was going to be sick. She should have known that he gave in too easily.

"I'm a fair man, Sakura," he growled into her ear as he dragged her away. "But I will not be denied something that is rightfully mine."

She screeched into his hand, pure rage filling her at the sexist concept that because she was going to marry him, her body was his to claim. Sakura tried to bite his hand but it was too big, and when that failed, she threw an elbow into his stomach. He grunted but then she was tossed harshly onto a soft bed—the bed where she had lost her virginity.

"You crazy bastard!" she screamed, desperately trying to crawl away from the bed. He couldn't hurt her family anymore, and Sasuke wasn't going to be forced into the marriage. She had nothing to lose and no reason not to fight back. However, as much as she was angry, she was also equally afraid. She knew that he could force her if she didn't fight hard enough, didn't prove to him how much she didn't want it.

He was on top of her in the next instant, pinning her to the bed. He had settled between her thighs and his hands were on her biceps, shoving her deeply into the bed, but he didn't go beyond that. She continued to scream and fight, and Sakura hated it, but there were tears gathering in her eyes.

"Please don't," she begged after her body began to tire. "Please, I don't want this. You said-you said you love me. Please, you wouldn't hurt me if you loved me." She let out a ragged, frightened sob.

"Why are you fighting?" he asked softly. "There is no reason to."

"I don't love you," she replied honestly, several more tears leaking from her clenched eyes. She couldn't look at him, but the tone of his voice seemed reasonable, so she tried to implore to that reason. "I don't want to share my body with someone I don't love."

"Just this once," he said coaxingly. "Cooperate just this once, and I will not do anything else until our wedding night. Let me show you that it can be enjoyable, even with someone you don't love. We will be married the rest of our lives, and there's no reason to make it more miserable for yourself than it has to be."

Sakura was trembling with indecision. She could say no, but he might take her anyways, and then she wouldn't have the protection until the wedding. She had to acknowledge that he had raped her, of course, and that thought quickly veered to making her want to reject his 'offer.' At the same time…

Her heart was racing as she swallowed with great difficulty, weighing the pros and cons of her decision. He had forced her into this and had taken her away from Sasuke, so he was clearly a right bastard. But he was also going to be her husband—from what she understood, he would always be her husband. She had easily gathered from the contract that she wasn't allowed to remarry. That didn't bother her so much, not really, even if Sasuke wasn't going to have to marry whatever Uzumaki woman Madara had picked out for him. The question that nagged her was one that Madara had put in her head: did she really want to make her marriage as miserable as possible?

A strong part of her said yes, she wanted to punish Madara for making her marry him. On the other hand, she would also be punishing herself, because she was certain that the unhappier Madara was, the more horrible her situation would be. Should she try to make the best out of it? She remembered how much it had hurt when he had raped her earlier. Coming to him willingly would at least lessen the pain, for she was certain that he would try to make her enjoy it. If she denied him and he resorted to raping her to get what he wanted, she knew it would be painful. Walking with a limp wasn't the way she wanted to portray herself to the world that would soon shadow her every movement.

Swallowing with difficulty and then taking a deep, steadying breath, she nodded. "But you can't make it hurt," she stipulated, determined to have some kind of control in this situation. It wasn't going to be rape this time—she was going to make sure of that. She was consenting, albeit under duress—although a part of her mind reminded her that consent under duress wasn't actual consent—but either way, she wasn't going to think of this as rape and so she decided that she had an equal amount of control, no matter how dominant Madara obviously preferred to be in bed.

He nodded in acquiescence, but she wasn't done. "And nothing I don't want to do."

"Of course," he replied, somewhat indulgently.

Sakura took another deep breath and tried to relax her muscles. They were tense and tight from straining against him, but now there was no need for that. However, the tension in her shoulders would not fade, evidence as it was of her discomfort with the entire situation.

Madara also took the cue to remove his hands from her biceps, effectively freeing her from being restrained. When he cupped her cheek she flinched minutely, but then he was pressing his lips against hers and she had to fight the instinctive reaction to lash out at him.

Apparently there was much to be said for post-traumatic stress disorder.

But the kiss was different from any of the others; it was gentle, not intrusive, merely a touch of his lips to hers. He lingered for a long moment, pulled away, and then came back, his lips more insistent this time. She shuddered, tensely coiled despite her best efforts to convince herself to relax, and when his tongue slid against her lips, it was an intense battle between body and mind just to barely allow him into her mouth.

He was patient though, patient in a way she hadn't known he could be. He didn't forcefully push past her lips with his tongue, only nibbled and sucked on them gently. Eventually, she relaxed enough to force her mouth to open wider, and he decided to take the tacit permission, slipping his tongue into her mouth and guiding hers to tangle with his.

Sakura stiffened at the invasion, even though she had tentatively invited it. She took a deep breath through her nose and tried to clear her mind, moving her tongue against Madara's through sheer force of will. She soon decided that she didn't really enjoy kissing, not with him—it was too intimate, too much of a mockery of their situation. Trembling with indecision, she pulled his right hand to her breast, hoping that there would be more stimulation from that to distract her from how distressing the kiss was to her.

In a stark dichotomy to her feelings, he wasn't indecisive at all. He was almost immediately massaging her breast, and he shifted so that both of his hands could do so. Unfortunately, he only pulled away from the kiss to take a breath. While it made her uncomfortable, Sakura didn't think Madara would like it very much if she told him just how much she despised him kissing her, especially since she had thoroughly enjoyed kissing Sasuke.

He kneaded her breasts only for a few moments before slipping his hands under her shirt to feel her flat stomach. Her breath hitched, but she made no objection. When it was pulled off of her, she felt bare in only her bra, and soon that was gone, too. For a long moment, he looked at her lustfully, and despite her want to be willing and attempt to enjoy this, she felt tears gather in her eyes.

They were suddenly gone when his mouth latched onto her right breast, his tongue swirling around her peak teasingly. Her breath hitched again, but this time it was because of the zing of pleasure down her spine. When he sucked gently and bit down lightly, she couldn't help but arch her back into his mouth.

His other hand came up to toy with her left breast, pinching and rolling the tightening bud until she could feel a definite warmth in her belly. Then he switched, teasing her other breast just as fervently.

Sakura let the fog wash over her. This was good. She didn't need to think about who was doing it to her; it only mattered that she felt this pleasure and erased all other thoughts. She decidedly wouldn't think about replacing the person who was doing this with her with Sasuke, because that would bring up a whole slew of thoughts that would distract her from the task at hand. She would just close her eyes and let this man remain faceless to her.

The sweatpants she was wearing were summarily pulled down, a simple quick movement that she unconsciously aided by lifting her hips. That was good. She focused again on the lips caressing her gently, slowly trailing down her abdomen while the two hands returned to her breasts and continued their ministrations.

A tongue delved into her bellybutton and she let out a surprised moan of pleasure, and the hands touching her stilled. Then, suddenly, her panties were being removed roughly and she couldn't help the instinctive need to pull away.

She still didn't open her eyes.

However, the man's hands steadied her hips, massaging gently to relax her. Sakura focused on the soothing movements and relaxed once more, and then her legs were being parted. She calmly fought against the desire to clench her thighs together, to protect herself, and for a moment all her thoughts were directed to relaxing herself, and pointedly not focusing on why she needed to.

Then a warm tongue was flicking at her clit, and the notion of relaxing was lost on her. She gasped and bucked her hips, spreading her legs wider to encourage the man. Her thighs were gripped and she felt her lower lips being spread, and then that wicked tongue was stroking her sensuously and passionately. She trembled from the wash of pleasure flooding over her and in her distraction, she gripped the man's hair and pulled his mouth closer against her.

He then attacked her with fervor, and Sakura couldn't help the noises that came from her. She was lost in the haze of pleasure, bucking her hips against him, shouting, moaning, pleading for more. The man delivered, adding two fingers inside her and suckling on her clit with abandon, and abruptly, the building pleasure in her abdomen exploded within her, sending sparkles into her vision and making her limbs tremble with its power.

The man continued to lick her long after she had come, her sensitivity making her twitch with leftover pleasure with each stroke of his tongue.

Then he pulled away, and she heard the rustle of clothing being removed. Sakura shivered at the knowledge of what came next, pushing it away and instead remembering the orgasm, feeling how her limbs trembled with satisfaction.

A velvety, hard appendage brushed at her lower lips, and Sakura immediately clamped her thighs together and clenched her eyes tightly, but it wasn't enough.

The man noticed her discomfort. "Sakura, look at me."

She was abruptly forced to face who was doing this to her, and it instantly made her feel nauseated. She shook her head, desperate to not see him, to not look into his eyes. It had been fine until he spoke. Before that, she could pretend he wasn't himself.

That he wasn't Madara.

He brushed some of her mussed hair out of her eyes, a gentle reminder of what he wanted, and painstakingly, Sakura opened her eyes. Immediately she was met with Madara's face, his calm affectation but dichotomously lustful gaze. She flinched and turned away, closing her eyes again, more tightly this time.

"Sakura," he said, an edge of steel entering his voice. "Sakura."

She whimpered at his tone, at the feeling of his member pressing insistently against her thigh. He cupped her cheek and made her face him, but when she didn't open her eyes he chose not to react. He kissed her again, pushing past her lips with only a little resistance from her. Then, he attempted to part her thighs further gently, but when she wouldn't budge, he used forced to spread them to accommodate him.

Sakura panicked when he aligned himself with her opening, opening her eyes and breaking. "Please—you said nothing I don't want! Please, I'm begging, just stop right here!"

When Madara looked at her, his expression was understanding, but there was a flintiness in his eyes. "Sakura, I don't want to force you…"

She could hear the very clear "but" that was just on the tip of his tongue.

She didn't want this to be rape, even though it clearly was, so she stifled a sob and leaned back, staring at the ceiling in resignation.

He pushed inside her, and she realized that it didn't hurt because of his earlier ministrations. There was a feeling of fullness—bordering on too much—that made her wince, but instead of starting up a steady rhythm, he was unmoving.

When this persisted and nothing happened, Sakura eventually moved her eyes to his questioningly. He was staring at her with a soft, unfamiliar expression, and he reached up to stroke her hair. She suddenly felt a strange emotion inside her that she couldn't identify, that wasn't even in her understanding, and whatever that emotion was made her shift her hips upward in the slightest fashion.

The expression disappeared and he kissed her, but Sakura held on to this emotion, whatever it was, to get her through the kiss. After what felt like a long while, Madara began moving slowly within her. She hissed out into the kiss at the feeling of friction, but showed no other sign of discomfort.

In the end, she didn't come again. The act of sex was still ruined for her, and she couldn't derive any pleasure from it, no matter how gentle he was with her. There were a few moments of pain when he was thrusting powerfully as he came, and then he pulled out of her, rolled over, and simply held her, kissing her on the forehead tenderly.

Sakura closed her eyes, letting him hold her, and tried very hard to forget it had happened at all.

That's that, and we're at a solid 50k words right now, and I've got a pretty solid idea of how it will finish. Anyways, again, thank you for all your support!

Cheers!