Dreamt

Chapter 6

AN: for those who read already - just small snippet at the beginning is new.

That day, Madara woke up into the dream in fantastic mood. In reality, he had scored a double victory and a very satisfying one. He tracked down that snake-creep that had the nerve to summon him as a reanimation. And as sweet as revenge could get, he got him to perform Rinne Tensei to bring himself back in his real body. It required major genjutsu and some eye transplantation with the help of White Zetsu, but it was very much worth it. Reborn in his real body, he felt simply ecstatic. He could immediately go and test himself in a fight if only there was a chance for it, but sadly it wasn't the case.

Even now, in the dream, he felt different, so full of life and energy. Or was it his imagination? He regretted not being able to share his joy with Sakura. The whole Mugen Tsukuyomi plan didn't sit well with her. Each time the conversation would go that direction, she would try convincing him to abandon the plan. From one side, he understood her, but by now she really should accept that he won't change his mind….

And there was this tiny other reason for joy rattling somewhere in the nooks of his mind – he was actually sure that he wouldn't be returning here after he broke the Edo Tensei. Yet here he was. And he was glad.

That day, after defeating that Kabuto guy, the moment when he felt his body back, he got the chance to experience a birth with consciousness of an adult and it was the most exciting ordeal he'd ever gone through. Later that day he felt hunger, he felt pain and in the end of the day he felt tired and drowsy and he cherished each and every one of those sensations. He set up sentinels around his small camp, just like in the old days, and for the first time, he lay down to fall asleep. He didn't spare a thought to Sakura when he did it. But now, seeing her, he couldn't deny he was glad.

So without explaining his reasons, he scooped up Sakura in his arms the moment he saw her sitting on the veranda. She squeaked in surprise – she saw him approaching but didn't expected to be picked up in the air.

"What are you doing?"

Madara didn't answer, only stepped into the yard, laughing and spinning her around.

"Hey, what is with you?" Sakura was laughing as well, a bit breathlessly and uncertainly, but as much as him by then.

"I just feel good." He threw her in the air to catch her by the waist.

Sakura was laughing; she was hanging on his outstretched arms, flying in the air. "I'm a bird in the blue, blue sky!"

'And he looks so happy.'

Madara threw her up again and she had to squeak once more.

"Don't do it, I'm afraid."

"Oh, come on, I won't drop you." Another throw, but this time he put her down. Sakura bent with her hand on her knees, panting. She looked at him. He looked almost like Naruto when he would get some fortuitous news. As if he didn't know what to do with himself out of overpowering joy. Well, almost like Naruto. With Madara, there was always an edge of violence in whatever he did.

"Want to spar?" Better that he use up his energy in training than do something stupid. Like set the house on fire or something.

Their spars had become satisfying some time ago already. They always ended with Sakura losing, obviously. But she measured her success by the amount the time she lasted, managed to evade the grip on the throat, a kunai touching the jugular or simply being knocked to the ground. And she really enjoyed them. The excitement of the fight pulsing through her, that synchronization of their movement as they danced their feral dance.

That day she had a really good flow. She managed to avoid couple of attacks that would have surely incapacitated her at the beginning. She was able to predict some of his moves. Apparently even Uchiha Madara had his patterns. Of course, he would mask them when fighting a more serious opponent, she had no doubt. Nevertheless, she got him irritated couple of times by avoiding what he surely thought to be a finishing blow.

When he finally got her, she hit the ground hard, pinned under him.

Sakura moved to stand up, but he did not. And then, very deliberately, he opened her legs with his knee. Sakura glared with more incomprehension than anger.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

"Get off me!" His leg touching her crotch wasn't helping her focus.

"No."

"What do you mean 'No'?! Whatever you do from now on will be considered rape!" This was serious, but somehow it felt as if it was still a spar, still a play.

"Unless I get your consent…"

"You won't!" She broke off as she felt his hand sliding down her leg to get her kunai out of the holster.

By then she was fully spread under him, with her hands immobilized over her head and legs unable to kick him away. He put the kunai to her crotch. And cut all the clothes up to her neck.

She screamed in fury. There was anger, embarrassment, disagreement on being treated like that. But still no fear. Funny, even though she thought she should be scared, all she was thinking about was that he should stop behaving like he owned her. And then she couldn't think anymore because Madara was kissing her ears, her neck, her breasts, his weight pushing between her legs. The pressure there was making her feel strange, like tingling, like needing to do something, but she wasn't sure what was it exactly that she needed to do. She started to writhe under him, to open her legs more, to embrace him. It felt like a coil wringing inside her belly. And then she realized she was getting wet down there. Madara put his hand between them and she saw him smile as he noticed it as well. His fingers danced at the entrance, slipping deeper and deeper until they were inside. Sakura jerked away in reflex. But there was no pain whatsoever, just this strange pressure building up inside her that made her move back against his hand. She didn't feel any barrier. Was it because it was a dream or because she had lost it already through heavy training? Ino said it was more than common among kunoichi. She bucked and shifted her hips giving his fingers more space.

Suddenly, his hand was gone and so was his weight on her. She opened her eyes in surprise. Madara was kneeling before her, opening his trousers. She gulped, fear finally kicking in. He lowered himself to her again and she drew a panicked breath, feeling his tip touching her. And nothing happened. He was only lightly pressing and touching her entrance and suddenly she missed his fingers inside her. She wanted…

Madara jerked his head, looking at her face for first time for a long time. Until now, he'd paid attention only to other parts of her, watching her embarrassingly opened up.

"So, do I have this consent?"

He had such a mean smirk on his face that she wanted to scream 'NO!' but all she managed was a weak "you have it…"

And then he thrusted, all gentleness suddenly gone. Sakura screamed. It felt so weird to have something there. But he kept moving and the rolling motion and repeated pressure started to wind that coil in her belly again. With his every thrust and her every response, the coil was tightening. Sakura curled her toes. The rocking motion was moving her further and further and she knew there will be an edge, an end for her in sight, getting closer. She inhaled, tried to open her legs wider when he stopped moving. Sakura jerked her head, completely frustrated. That was on purpose, she was sure.

"Why did you stop?'"

"Did you like it?"

She tried to guide him back into her with her legs, but it didn't work. Sakura bit her lip. She saw his smirk, understood what he wanted. This was pride and that urge to always have the upper hand that was so characteristic of him, but to do it during their first joining? Her first ever? It seemed she would need to say something though. "Do it as before, please, I liked it…"

She tried to pull him to herself again, in vain.

"Do you want me to do something?"

"Can you … uhm… let me finish?"

"Anytime." Indeed, all that was needed were couple of well-placed thrusts and she saw all the stars, and screamed into his arm, and tried to hold him and open herself even more but she couldn't anymore. And she almost didn't register that the last few thrusts were different as he pushed inside her and steadied. When she opened her eyes, she realized the burden of his weight on her, the heat inside and the sticky wetness starting to flow out. So that was how it felt, how the coupling was like..?

He lifted himself off of her. Sakura realized he wasn't even undressed. He was leaving.

'Don't go. Idiot, you should hold me now.' She thought as he turned walking away.

She woke up, all the emotions welled up. She was still high from her orgasm and terrified about what happened and embarrassed and proud of crossing the Rubicon at the same time, and anxious about the next night and expectant, and ashamed of doing something like with an enemy out of all the people and wanting to do it all over again. She definitely didn't imagine her first time to happen like this. So without any consideration of her sentiments. To be just pulled into it without any mental preparation, without a single piece of intimacy beforehand. And nevertheless to enjoy it that much.

So that's how it happened between a man and a woman. That's how it felt. Now she knew. Even if it was just a dream, she could not deny having an experience. She wouldn't be able to offer her… her inexperience to anyone now. Not that it mattered – the ones who would appreciate it, she would never consider; the one she wished for couldn't care less… She thought how would it have been with Sasuke… Would he even notice if she enjoyed it or not? Would it even matter to him at all? It mattered to Madara.

She had always had something more romantic in mind and now it was too late. But come to think about it, Sakura was not a romantic type of a girl. She was tomboyish and down to earth kind of person who yelled and punched when pissed off and never hesitated when taking a risk. So maybe it was fitting?

So she was definitely confused and, additionally, surprisingly sore. And she really needed a hug. Since there was no one there, she wrapped herself tight in the sleeping covers to get impression of human embrace. And cried because it was all just too much.

AN: Please tell me what you think, as it was an important and tricky scene. On one hand I didn't want anything lovey-dovey / romantic / sweet as that just doesn't fit to Madara's character imo. On the other hand, I didn't want it to be completely non-consensual. Though one has to ask whether between two parties with such a difference of power the actual consent is even possible at all.