"Ne, have you heard about Haruno-san and Sarutobi-san?" Izuna overheard one of his clansmen. He stopped walking, his brows creasing as he listened in to their conversation. Sakura and Sarutobi? He asked himself.

"Baaaka, I was there last night. Maaan, I was totally going to introduce myself to her until Sarutobi showed up," the other male grumbled.

"Yeah right,"

"No really! If Sarutobi didn't show up, maybe then Haruno-san would've gone home with me. That lucky bastard,"

Izuna tensed, his fists clenching. Turning on his heels, he made his way to the direction of one Sarutobi Sasuke.

He made great time, knocking on his front door, extending out his chakra to see if he could feel Sakura's inside. Sarutobi answered a moment later, bare chested with just a loose trousers on, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Izuna's eyebrows twitched.

"Sasuke"

He yawned again. "Izuna, to what do I owe this pleasure so early in the morning," he asked, leaning against the door. Izuna huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Sarutobi smirked.

"Please, come inside," he offered as Izuna nodded and walked in. Sarutobi walked past him as he was taking off his sandals.

"Oh, you might want to keep your voice down, Sakura is still sleeping,"

Izuna's leg stomped down, his head whipping up so fast he lost his balance and almost knocked his head against the wall. Sarutobi laughed at his friend's reaction. "Oh man, you should've seen your face Uchiha," he said in between his laughter. Izuna growled and shoved him on the shoulder, hard enough to push him off balance.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned, his jaw clenching.

"Isn't that why you're here? To make sure she actually didn't come home with me?" Sarutobi tilted his head, a knowing smirk on his face. Izuna huffed and walked past him to sit on the kitchen table, Sarutobi following behind.

"Coffee?" he asked. Izuna nodded.

"Why were you drinking with Sakura last night?" Izuna cut straight to the point.

"It wasn't planned or anything. She was already there drinking when I went, and she was alone so I kept her company. How do you know about this?"

"I overheard my clansmen gossiping," he grumbled.

"Hmm, there were a couple Uchiha's there. They definitely had their eyes glued to Sakura until I showed up," this caused Izuna to clench his fists.

"You know, everyone has just as much right to woo her if you aren't officially courting her," Sarutobi said with a raised eyebrow, sipping on his coffee.

"Tch, not everyone is deserving of her," he replied. Silence.

Sarutobi chuckled. "Want to know a secret?" he smirked.

Izuna narrowed his eyes at the male. "What secret?"

"Let's just say Sakura has a…loose tongue when she's drunk," he chuckled, staring at his coffee as he remembered his conversation with the pinkette.

"Out with it," Izuna spat, losing his patience.

"Tsk tsk, someone's grumpy this morning," Sarutobi teased, sipping his coffee. He laughed when Izuna activated his sharingan.

"Alright alright, jeez," he chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Sakura was drinking away her frustrations," he drawled, sipping his coffee and watching Izuna's face for a reaction. Izuna creased his brows.

"Frustrations?"

"Frustrations"

"Well, Sakura did have a shift at the hospital last night…" Izuna wondered out loud. He looked up to Sarutobi when he made a scoffing noise.

"What?" Izuna spat.

"Sexual frustrations Izuna. For goodness sake," Sarutobi shook his head and stared at him with fond exasperation. Izuna's eyes widened and his mouth opened as his words finally registered.

"W-w-wait, Sakura?! Sakura is sexually frustrated?!" Izuna leaned forward now, his face full of excitement and eyes twinkling with hope. Sarutobi was taken aback and stared blankly at the Uchiha. Izuna's brows furrowed.

"Sorry, it's just.." Sarutobi smiled fondly. "It's nice to see you acting your age for once, Uchiha,"

Izuna blushed and sat back down, turning his head away to avoid Sarutobi's gaze. Just then a knock on the door had both males turning their heads. Sarutobi got up to answer it, Izuna standing as well, deciding he was done with his visit. Both males were surprised to see Sakura standing there, her eyes wide as she came face to face with Sarutobi's bare chest, her head snapping up to meet his gaze.

"Sakura, I was definitely NOT expecting you," he said with an awkward chuckle.

"Sakura?" said Izuna from behind him. Sakura looked over Sarutobi's shoulders.

"Izuna! What-"

"So, Sakura, how are you feeling? Honestly, I'm surprised, I didn't think you'd be up and about this morning. Tell me, were you able to take care of your…problem? Or is that why you're here?" Sarutobi teased. He was not surprised to feel the Uchiha's chakra flare behind him. Sakura blushed but scoffed at the males teasing, already used to it. She cleared her throat.

"I came to apologize for my behavior last night, and also to thank you for taking care of me," she said sheepishly.

He leaned forward to whisper to Sakura, quickly saying "You owe me. Now call off loverboy here before he kills me," he huffed as Sakura giggled. Izuna grabbed a hold of Sarutobi's shoulders and pulled him back.

"Enough, Sasuke," he growled. Sakura sighed and shook her head.

"Izuna, would you like to accompany me to the market this morning?" she interjected before Izuna put the male under a genjutsu. Izuna's eyes returned to normal and his face lit up, forgetting all about Sarutobi.

"I'd love to Sakura," he answered. Sakura met Sarutobi's gaze and snickered when he mouthed "thank you" before they walked away.

—-

Izuna and Sakura were walking back towards her house with their groceries. It's already almost lunch time, and Sakura offered to make them both lunch as a thank you for helping her.

"I heard you made curry for Tobirama and Hashirama," he stated. Sakura giggled when she saw the way he tried not to pout, but failed.

"Is that what you would like for lunch, Izuna-kun?" she teased, her eyes shining and grinning at him. Izuna blushed and nodded. "If that's okay with you?" he replied with an arched eyebrow.

"It's not a problem, but you're helping me," she smiled at him.

Sakura began gathering the ingredients she needed, directing Izuna on where to find things in her kitchen.

"Alright, I'll just have you cut these vegetables while I get the roux started," she directed. She was too busy with the preparation that she missed the way Izuna gulped and looked nervously at the vegetables.

"O-oh, yeah, sure, I can do that," he said warily.

Sakura heard the hesitancy in his voice and tilted her head towards him. He was standing there holding the knife and staring at the vegetables, not moving.

"Izuna?"

Izuna gulped and looked sheepishly at Sakura. "I, uh, actually have never done this before," he trailed off. Sakura widened her eyes.

"Then why didn't you say anything," she began to chuckle, walking up to him to take the knife out of his hands and gently pushing him off to the side. She began to show him how to cut each vegetable. Izuna watched from behind Sakura, moving in close and hovering, looking over her shoulders and concentrating on what she's teaching. Sakura tensed when she felt Izuna's body heat behind her, cursing her heart for beating faster. Luckily she was done and put the knife back down before the shaking got too bad, his proximity and his smell overriding her senses, making her dizzy. She turned around, expecting him to step back now that she was done but he was still there, his body so close she had to tilt her head up to look at him. Izuna's demeanor changed as well, his eyes bouncing between her eyes then to her lips. She licked her bottom lip and she felt him stiffen.

"Sakura," he breathed. She swallowed, not trusting her voice. She stayed quiet, just staring into his eyes that had become dark and hazy. "May I kiss you?" he asked in a soft whisper. She absently nodded, her chest heaving as her breathing became more shallow. He sighs softly and then closes the small distance between them, threading his fingers through her hair as he leans down to kiss her. It started off softly, but quickly became heated.

Sakura leaned up into the kiss, a quiet noise falling from her lips. Izuna responded by deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he maneuvered them away from the counter and off to the side. She gasped when her back hit the wall, and Izuna didn't hesitate to plunge his tongue in her mouth. When they parted to catch their breath, Izuna planted soft kisses to the side of her neck, nibbling her earlobe. She tilted her head to the side to give him more access. His hands were on her waist, holding it in a bruising grip.

Sakura was panting and she couldn't help her little moans of pleasure as Izuna kissed the sensitive parts of her neck. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed, just enough to get his attention but not hard enough to completely get him off of her. He leaned back to look down at her, and she smiled shyly up at him.

"Lunch is burning," she said in a breathy voice. He chuckled, also breathless, stepping back as Sakura walked past him to check on the food, feeling his eyes boring into her back as she kept herself busy. They work silently after, now enjoying their lunch as they ate in comfortable silence. The conversation was lighthearted and Sakura genuinely enjoyed Izuna's company. He helped her clean up, drying the dishes as she passed it to him. Once the last of the plates were dried off, he watched her with a contemplative look before he moved towards where she was standing. She looked up at him through her lashes and she could see the desire in his eyes as his gaze darted towards her lips then to her eyes, as if he was silently asking her for permission. She wanted to give in, but a small part of her started to feel guilty. She sighed and looked to the side, contemplating the right way to say what she wanted to say.

"Izuna, I need you to know something," she began, looking back at him. He creased his brows, jaw clenching as he prepared for what he thinks would be a rejection.

"I…" she bit her lips but continued. "I kissed Hashirama and Tobirama" she blurted out. She watched his face, waiting to see a negative reaction, but he just blinked and smiled softly back at her.

"Lucky bastards," he scoffed playfully.

"Wha-, you're not mad?" she paused. Izuna flicked her nose slightly, earning him a squeak from the pinkette.

"I'm slightly irritated that I wasn't the first one to kiss you, but I'm not mad you kissed them," he said with a smile, stealing a chaste kiss from her before heading to the door.

"I have to go. Thank you for lunch, Sakura," he said, waving and walking off. Sakura just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face.

A couple days passed and luckily she had been busy with work to worry about her complicated relationship with the boys. She sighed as she was finishing up the last of her paperwork for the night when Madara walked into her office, striding in with purposeful steps.

"Madara! What-" but she couldn't finish her sentence as he walked around the desk to where she sat, spun her chair around and caged her in, his hands on either side of her body. He leaned in, his nose flaring as he bored his gaze intently into her eyes. She swallowed, her body reacting to his proximity and the hunger simmering in them. She licked her suddenly dry lips and looked off to the side.

"M-madara, what are you doing," she cursed internally at the way her voice sounded out of breath. Madara smirked and moved in closer, his lips near her ear.

"Did you save the best for last, Sa-ku-ra?" he drawled, his breath fanning the spot behind her ear that sent a shiver down her spine. She swallowed again, slowly turning her head and making eye contact. He was so close, their noses almost touching. He stared into her eyes a moment longer until he closed the distance between them, his fingers threading in her hair and pulling to tilt her head to the side so he could kiss her deeper.

Sakura couldn't help the deep, throated moan that came out of her. Madara's kiss was possessive and dominating, his tongue battling against her own as his fingers tightened around her hair. Sakura wrapped her arms around Madara's neck, pulling him in deeper as she was consumed by his searing kiss. Madara wrapped his other arm around her waist and hauled her off the chair, as if she weighed nothing and plopped her down on her desk, removing the hands in her hair to push the papers that were on top of her desk off to make room for her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she should've been mad at that but right now she couldn't think of anything else other than Madara's lips.

She opened her legs so that Madara could situate himself in between, his muscled body molding with hers. The position loosened her yukata and Sakura could feel Madara's erection against her clothed core, making her moan. She couldn't help but lock her legs behind him, wanting to feel him as close to her as possible through the thin barriers of their clothing. They kissed like that for what seemed like forever, and Sakura broke the kiss to catch her breath, her head tipping back and her mouth opening in a silent moan. Madara growled and began kissing her neck, his hips thrusting forward to press more of his erection against her. She couldn't help but arch into it. Sakura whimpered when she felt his tongue lick a path down to her collarbone, jolting when he nipped at her skin. She felt his fingers loosening the knot of her yukata, her own hands doing the same to his. Her hands roamed the expanse of his chest, marveling at the feeling of his muscles rippling under her palms. She smiled into the kiss when she raked her nails down his abdomen and he let out a deep growl that sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine. The second he untied the knot of her yukata, he wasted no time in palming her breast, squeezing and rubbing her nipples with his thumb. The answering smirk she felt as they kissed made her believe it was payback.

"Sakura-sama, you're still- eep! S-s-sorry," she heard one of her subordinates squeak and the door slamming shut a second later. The little interruption stopped them both, dissipating the moment. Their breathing was hard and after a few breaths, Sakura sighed and pushed Madara off of her, using a little bit of her strength when she felt him not budging easily. Getting off the table, she retied the knot of her yukata, combed her fingers through her hair and avoided Madara's gaze. She turned to look at the strewn paperwork on the floor and let out an exasperated sigh. Still, Madara didn't move and continued to watch her. It was then she turned to look at him and wish she hadn't. His sharingan was activated and his eyes were smoldering, his desire and lust for her so clear for her to read. She fought the urge to let her gaze go lower, glimpses of his muscled chest teasing her. She wondered if he could see the same hunger in her eyes, but she blinked and looked away.

"Sakura,"

Sakura closed her eyes, trying to will her body not to respond to his voice, the gravelly tone making her core clench.

"Madara, what do you think you're doing," she said in a clipped tone.

"Something I've always wanted to do. Imagine my surprise when I learned you've already kissed the others," he growled.

Sakura's eyes widened then narrowed.

"How did-, you know what, please leave. I have to start over with my paperwork again because of you," she growled. She wasn't sure why she was angry, but she knew she needed to put some space between them otherwise they would continue where they left off and she wouldn't stop him. She couldn't get a read on his tone when he mentioned hearing about her kissing the others, but Madara was unpredictable and she'd much rather try to avoid a jealous rampage from him, no matter how much his possessiveness turned her on. She couldn't deal with it right now.

He stared at her a second longer then disappeared out of her window, his eyes lingering on her face before jumping off. Sakura fell down on her knees and swallowed, her breaths coming in and out in short pants. That was the look full of dark promises that he intended to keep. Sakura wasn't sure if her shaking was because she was afraid or if because she was anticipating it. Shit.