14: A Wolf in the sky.

The soft jazz music was the perfect accompaniment to this ambience. It jingled softly from speakers embedded in the ceiling all over the apartment. With unabashed enthusiasm, I stood barefoot in Madara's living room in a white T-shirt that was much too big for me and half slipped off my shoulder. A huge, black leather couch took up most of the room. It stretched from one corner in three parts to the next. Countless pillows in different colors were spread on it and a folded blanket lay on the side, on which you could lie comfortably and see the flat screen on the wall. However, my gaze immediately wandered to the glass front, behind which a large pool on the roof terrace shone. In front of the tall glass panes on which the flashing lights of Kyoto were reflected, stood a huge white grand piano. I hadn't played for ages, because I had always combined piano keys with blows from riding crops. Now, however, my anus was itching. I felt safe here. Here I could just be me.

I crept to the small stool, sat down on its edge and pressed a key into the depths. A perfect, dark C sounded. Well, at least the piano was tuned. I thought for a moment about what I wanted to play and decided on something I had just seen in a movie the other day. Even then, I had felt the need to play the soundtrack myself, but hadn't found the time for it. When Hiashi was home, I wasn't allowed to make any noise and when he was gone, I preferred to use the time to go to the Ame.

In D minor, I let a melancholy change between C, D, E, and F slip out of my fingers, took the other hand to the keys, and deepened the feeling Emily must have felt as she sat sadly in the bar of the dead. With every note, a longing grew in me that was unbearable. I missed King. I kind of hated him, but fucking shit, I wanted to be with him.

Suddenly, a warm body pushed up to me from behind and I was startled, causing the grand piano to make an eerie sound. "Do you want to play a duet alone?", Madara whispered in my ear. His legs and arms wrapped around me and he started exactly where Victor had tried to cheer Emily up. I smiled. "Let me indulge in my mental loneliness, you eternal bachelor." I answered Emily's way.

Madara laughed softly and I felt his chest quiver on my back and his breath on my bare shoulder. "Yes, I'm a bachelor, but that's only because I haven't found the right woman yet." He strummed Victor's part again. His fingers almost floated, barely touching the nobly sealed plastic. His tendons indicated every movement under his veiny, pale skin.

"You certainly don't lack offers," I murmured half absently. I didn't know if I liked imagining Madara with other women. This feeling fit strangely well with Emily's dismissive game, which I dutifully brought to an end. I took my hands off the keys, put them on my knees and stared at the simple lettering of the manufacturer. I didn't want Madara to be one of those men. He had class, didn't he? He respected women. He respected me. I didn't ask him to abstain – who would I be if I did? – but I wanted his words and actions to be unique to me. I didn't want to share this side of him with anyone. They should all continue to think that he was brutal and cold-hearted. Behind me on the narrow stool sat a man who was only supposed to show me who he really was. Was that selfish? Certainly. But it made me feel special, valuable, complacent, bel–

"Hinata," Madara whispered, "you're overthinking the matter." And with that he started Victor's fast game, which elicited a laugh from me and animated me not to miss my entries and just like Emily next to Victor in Madara's strong arms, it got me out of my gloomy thoughts and finally even to let my fingers dance carelessly over the keys, as if they were the stage and I were the puppeteer, who cut the threads to my own inhibition. The piano fell silent, I stood up, turned around and kissed Madara, who was sitting with his legs apart. His mouth was so much easier to reach. He had untied his knot again, which is why his long hair flowed down his back, and wore elegant black sweatpants and a silk, dark gray dressing gown, so as not to start a spontaneous nudist cult with me, which he left open, therefore giving me a wonderful view of his abdominal muscles. I quickly shook off the thought of how incredibly sexy he was right now and instead asked with a furtive smile, "Did you bring me something to drink?" Perhaps it was unwise to give me alcohol again in view of my unintentional stomach acrobatics, but I felt far too sober for such a night.

Madara nodded over to the couch. In the middle of it stood a square glass table with two glasses on it. Only now did I notice a tasteful flower arrangement of forget-me-nots, apple blossoms and dark purple peonies behind it. I wouldn't have thought Madara Uchiha was a flower person, but I had to think much more about my coincidentally appropriate name for him. I had actually only called him "shy peony" because it was a flower that had little in common with this man in its meaning. And yet – the purple peony with its mysticism, depth and fascination suited him unexpectedly well. Who would have thought that I would subconsciously assess him exactly like that. I must have had a feeling for such things and at this thought I couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Why that giggle?" Madara asked and stood up as well. I went to the coffee table, took one of the glasses and explained my train of thought to him. He smiled at that. "You really know a thing or two about flowers."

"But so do you," I replied and sipped the whiskey. No, neat it wasn't for me, but I preferred to keep my opinion to myself. I didn't want to deride his favorite drink. "That arrangement is a perfect combination. It symbolizes beauty and mystery. Did you choose it yourself?"

"I did. But to be honest, I didn't care about its meaning. I just thought it was pretty." He stepped right next to me and I watched his profile.

"Huh, was the flourist female?"

"She was indeed." He smirked briefly and seemed to know what I was up to.

I tilted my head. "Maybe she knew the meaning behind the flower and did it on purpose. To impress you and inconspicuously flirt with you." I felt like I was drowning in my jealousy and tried to avoid those endless depths by faking an innocent smile. "Fuck, I'm not that special after all, right?"

Madara's jaw tensed. "Do not ever play yourself down in my presence again, do you understand?"

My nose crimped in disbelief. "In my world I am the only one who knows a lot about flowers, maybe except for Yamato, my trusted seed dealer. I still have to learn that I am not particularly smart, you know?"

"You are smart, Hinata," he said in a casual tone, drank as well and looked at the arrangement. "That's what I thought on Monday. Not many could have mastered this situation in such a way."

I raised my eyebrows in amazement and looked up at him from below. I asked with a certain restlessness at the navel, "You know I lied to you, don't you?"

Something like a sly grin flitted across Madara's inscrutable features. "Yes."

"Is that why you're mad at Itachi?"

His jaw tensed again and I could guess his answer, even if he didn't say it.

"He talked to you, didn't he?" I asked timidly.

He drank from his whiskey. "Yes."

"Are you mad at him because of that?"

"Yes," he repeated. "He has clearly failed in his task, as I was able to find out tonight. You're outside, he's not with you. I haven't pulled him off yet, so where is he?"

"That's not his fault..", I started, but Madara interrupted me. "Yes, it is. He has neglected his duty."

"No, he hasn't," I replied a little louder than intended and flinched briefly under his gaze. Even though I was mad at Itachi myself because he was an uncommunicative piece of shit, I wanted to protect him from Madara. So I said resolutely, "He doesn't know anything about the club, nobody does. You're the first person in my life who knows I'm going there. And it should stay that way. This is my second home, my real home – and to be honest, I'm a little pissed at you for bothering me there. It mixed my world and the normal, beautiful world and I hate that, which is why I never wanted anyone to know what I do on my weekends, not you, not my father and not Itachi. I deliberately didn't inform him, especially since I don't even know if he's still responsible for me at all. Or wants to be. Or.. Whatever. I don't care. Clarify this among yourselves, why and all. That's none of my business, you all have your secret game going on, in which I'm just a character who is pushed from A to B. Just do me a favor and don't take out your frustration about what do I know on Itachi. He didn't make a mistake."

The corners of Madara's mouth twitched. "Are you finished?"

I took a deep and trembling breath, expelled it all at once and nodded. "Yes."

Smiling, he pressed a small kiss on my lips, which surprisingly calmed me immensely. "Let's sit down."

I followed his request, crouched down on my legs, placed my head on my hand and my elbow on the backrest and observed his profile, which now stared at the peonies from a different perspective. We could have continued to be silent, especially since the silence with Madara was not unpleasant, but since we had already touched on the topic of "Itachi", a question burned on my tongue that I didn't want to suppress anymore. Without further introduction, I asked it. "Why did you order him to be my bodyguard? And why did Hiashi allow that?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you." I twirled one of my strands around my finger. My hair was still a bit damp. Madara had just blow-dried it. He just knew how to care for such a hairstyle, and I had to admit, it had felt good to be treated so lovingly. This was in complete contrast to the other moments when someone else took care of my appearance.

"Hm, I just remarked on how smart you are, but you can't make sense of it?" There was something in his dark voice that I interpreted as sublimity. I knew he wanted to test me, and honestly, it annoyed me. Why could he NOT answer me vaguely for once? "At first I thought he should kill me because my father found out that I am not loyal to him."

"But he didn't."

"No, he didn't," I agreed and to suppress my burgeoning anger, I took a much too big sip of the whiskey. I coughed and put my hand in front of my mouth. The stuff burned one's throat completely off. And Madara sipped that stuff as if it were plum juice. Tough guy. "Should he spy for you?"

"Why would Hiashi allow that?" he asked back and threw me a diabolical smile.

I puffed out my cheeks. "You know what? If you don't want to tell me, then that's just the way it is. I don't feel like playing games like that."

Madara bowed his head. "Thank you for your honesty. What do you feel like then?"

There was a clear sparkle in his eyes, but at the moment I didn't feel any arousal because of my displeasure and replied evasively, "A real game. We ask each other questions and if you don't want to answer, you have to drink."

"What kind of questions?"

"Everything we can think of. I'll start." Madara grinned briefly. "So: Why did you set Itachi on me?" He drank. I sighed. "Do you want to kill my father?" He drank. My displeasure only grew. This man was not good at this. But at least I got him to increase his alcohol level, and maybe I could loosen his tongue as a result. "How many people have you already killed?"

"Twenty-two."

I flinched. I didn't expect Madara to respond, nor did I expect his body count to be so high. "Twenty..?" I gasped.

Before I got the chance to elaborate further, he said, "Now it's my turn. How old were you when you grew up?"

Very nicely expressed. I swallowed. "Twelve. How old were you the first time you killed someone?"

"Twenty. Who was it?"

"I.. I don't remember him. He was old, maybe he wasn't THAT old, but at that time I thought he was old. I can't remember his name or his face. Only his smell."

"What did he smell like?"

"You skipped me, you ass," I grinned. Madara snorted in amusement. What we both just revealed about ourselves was actually no laughing matter, but somehow it relieved my tension. Strange. "Who was the guy you killed first?"

Madara's slight smile faded. "My brother's murderer." Goosebumps overwhelmed me. "You already know my question."

"He smelled like almonds," I explained simply. "What was your brother like?"

Madara leaned his head on the backrest, causing his hair to spread on it and a few of them brushing against my elbow. "He was too young," he murmured. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with every note and I watched this movement with interest. It was also quite possible that I just didn't want to look him in the face. "Until the day he joined, he was so innocent. I tried to preserve that, but failed." His head tilted in my direction. "What would you do to protect your sister?"

"Everything," I replied like a shot. "Well," I laughed, "I beared Isshiki so she wouldn't have to. Did you hate your father?"

Something twitched in his face. "Yes, I did. If you had the choice and every financial means, where would you like to be now?"

That was probably the hardest question anyone had ever asked me. And the worst part was that I didn't have an answer to that. What did I know about the world? I wanted to get away from Hiashi, this life, but where to go? A desert island? A quiet forest? The endless mountains? I had never thought about a future where I wasn't chained to the Gin'nome-kai, so I had no idea what my life would be like without it. For me, there was only giving up and submitting to my father or resisting and dying as a result. I had never planned for an actual freedom for myself and without Genma I didn't know if it was still within reach. I stared at Madara and didn't even notice that my mouth was open until my throat became dry, I coughed and drank some of the whiskey. This was not only for the purpose of moistening my throat and burning it at the same time, but also as a silent response for Madara.

He understood and asked, "Do you want me to kill your father?"

I hesitated before nodding. "Yes."

Without waiting for my question, he suddenly sat up, came very close to me with his face and breathed, "Do you want me to set the world on fire for you?"

My breath deepened as I saw the blood-red sparkle in his dark irises. My displeasure had completely vanished and given way to another flame. I put my hand on his bare chest, licked his lower lip with the tip of my tongue and whispered, "You skipped me again, Madara.." With gentle force, I pushed him away from me, but followed his face without putting too much space between us, until his back hit the backrest and I sat elegantly on his lap. "Don't you want to follow the rules?"

"I've never been good at that," he whispered back and touched my lips very briefly. His hands, now cool again, slid under his T-shirt, which hung on me like a dress, found their way onto my buttocks and pinched the flesh. An aroused twitch went through my vagina and I pushed my pelvis a little forward against his.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Yes..", I whispered.

We didn't hesitate for a second. Our lips met unrestrainedly in a wild battle and I already felt a hardness swell between my legs. This man was ready on call, that was fascinating. I pressed myself against his growing erection, stroked his soft hair and tasted the whiskey in his saliva. His fingers, digging into my cheeks at irregular intervals, teased my synapses to a question that I never thought I would seriously ask anyone. I moaned softly, pulled away from Madara slightly and asked halfway into his mouth, "May I call you daddy?"

His fingers twitched and his hesitation made me realize what kind of words I had just formulated. NO! I hadn't actually said that out loud! Shame grew in me and I wanted to retreat to die crying somewhere in a corner together with my fucking father complexes, but then I literally heard Madara's grin and he said quietly, "You can call me whatever you want. You can give me any title you can think of. If you ask me to be that, I'm your daddy and I'll treat you as one."

A stone of lust fell from my heart into my abdomen and I bit the tip of my tongue teasingly. "I can give you any title?"

"Yes," Madara breathed with a kiss against my lips.

"Then may I call you Uchiha-sama?"

He paused at his little game, jerked his head back and looked at me with a malicious twinkle. "Only if you want to be punished."

His eyes might be malicious, but there was nothing hostile about the devilish undertone in his voice. I kissed him in my turn and whispered very slowly, "Uchiha.. sama.."

Madara stood up jerkily. He held me up by the hip and back of my head, intensified our kiss and thus stifled the surprised laughter that stuck in my throat and should never come out of what awaited me now. I clung to his shoulders, fought a wild battle with his tongue and at some point felt him bend forward and I was laid back first on a soft surface. We were finally here! I sighed comfortably, nibbled tenderly on Madara's lower lip and briefly clawed at his neck.

"I've told you so many times, Hinata," Madara growled, taking my wrists and placing them on the bed above my head. "I don't like your submissive nature." He straightened up without releasing my hands, pushed up the T-shirt with the other and said with a diabolical glow in his red eyes, "But today I'm making an exception." With a jerk, he had pulled the shirt over my head and up to my crossed wrists, where he laced the fabric tighter and turned it into makeshift shackles. He ran his fingernails over my arms, my armpits, my exposed breasts to my sides, giving me goosebumps as hell, and said darkly, "You want me to be your daddy?" I nodded vigorously, couldn't have said anything more without moaning anyway. Everything Madara was doing, the way he looked at me, his tone of voice, everything aroused me, and my vagina, which was craving for this beautiful cock between my spread legs under his erection, didn't want to stop pulsating. "Then be a good girl and do as I tell you."

"Yes, daddy," I pressed out submissively.

His left hand remained at my waist, his right slid deeper at a nerve-wracking speed, forming small waves on my smooth, quivering skin and then – he had barely touched the place where other people's pubic hair grew – a scorching lightning pierced me, I moaned loudly and my hips twitched upwards.

A deep, rough laugh sounded above me. I opened my eyes, which I had squinted in pleasure-filled agony, and looked at Madara with a burning blush of shame on my cheeks.

"You little cunt," Madara scolded with a derogatory "Ks ks". He increased the pressure of his index finger and pushed it into the soft depression at the top of my labia, irritating the nerve underneath and I moaned loudly again. "I didn't even get the chance to start and you..? Do you actually want to be punished?" Without waiting for my answer, he moved away from me, got up and went to the wardrobe, which completely took up one wall. He grabbed a large, silk bag from a compartment, which he brought to the bed and dumped its contents next to me. Out came a harness made of several straps and ropes, a flogger with braided ribbons and something that looked heavily like a black dildo and a bottle of lubricant. His veiny hands moved so fluidly in the shallow light of the two bedside lamps that my arousal did not subside one bit while I watched him intently. He threw me a cheeky grin, untied the T-shirt from my wrists, positioned my arms over my stomach as if in a prayer posture and provided them with the first two straps. A large one followed around my neck, two more around my ankles, bending my legs, pushing them up to my chest and fixing me in a position where my intimate area was freely accessible and I could no longer move.

A doubt germinated in me. I didn't know if my brain liked being so paralyzed that I was fully devoted to someone. It had a bitter aftertaste for a moment, which I swallowed hard. I had to remind myself that it was Madara who had fixed me like this, and that he would stop at any time if I asked him to. Without saying it out loud or even showing it, I gave him the greatest vote of confidence I was capable of. I voluntarily gave up control of my body for him, made myself his slave. His tame, docile property.

"Now..", he murmured, leaned over me, which pressed my legs painfully into the depths, kissed me and continued, ".. you belong to me, Hinata."

I shuddered with lust and a certain respect for the fact that he had read my mind again. "I do, daddy," I agreed in a willing tone. "I'm only yours.."

Madara licked my lips, a few strands of his hair fell on my forehead. "Perfect~" he purred with a deep growl. "If you're good, I'll reward you. You seem horny enough..", without warning he stuck two fingers in me and spread them, I moaned, "so I'll make you a suggestion: Scream my name, then I'll make sure that you never forget it again. But first you let me cum, understood?" He laughed darkly. "And you mustn't until I'm finished. It shouldn't be too easy, right?" He breathed a last kiss on my quivering lips, straightened up, quickly got rid of his few clothes, and rubbed his stiff member. As aroused as he was, I thought it would be easy to stick to his rules, but as soon as his tip touched my entrance, I realized that I had nothing in control of me. The mass that crowded into my moist vagina made my pleasure center explode. I turned my head to the side, trying unsuccessfully to escape his cock and the resulting throbbing of my middle muscles, but I could hardly move because of the restraints, and when Madara also held my hip to sink completely into me at once, any conviction that I would be able to stand firm was broken. You could have thought I was massively underfucked, and maybe I was a bit in my now clearly recognizable nymphomania, but it was Madara who just made me so horny. His pheromones jumped around in my head, chasing away every other thought.

He started moving, killing my mind. His hardness dug into me ungraciously and I screamed and moaned, could breathe less with every thrust and after just a few minutes, which seemed like hours to me, I came for the second time. My abdomen closed tighter around this much too large penis, only intensifying this feeling in me. Like a tied package of absolute sensory overload, I wriggled under Madara, whimpered and tried to delay my climax, even stop it, but failed. My legs were shaking, wanted to stretch out, but were held up by the restraints. I arched my back, lifting my hips a little and allowing more of his cock inside me – and that was a mistake. His pelvis hit mine, he reached my cervix and a horrible pain pierced me at the same time with a firework of glowing ecstasy. I threw my head back, stretched my neck and only produced torn screams of pleasure.

Suddenly, Madara slid out of me. I clenched my teeth to keep myself from something my brain had already forgotten and whispered, panting heavily, "Hinata, you don't make it easy for me when you do something like that."

"I-it.. I'm sorry..", I whined desperately.

"That deserves a punishment." With a blurred vision, I noticed him leaning to the side, pulling something out of the small pile of toys, and I could only widen my eyes in shock before the flogger's hard straps hit my tied forearms. The strings left a burning sensation and I hissed in pain. "Don't worry, I won't brand you. Not yet." His fingers tenderly stroked the reddish welts on my skin, which was covered in a thin film of sweat. "You shall not suffer any significant damage under my supervision."

I gave him a blissful look. His red irises stamped themselves into my soul and left his mark there. Yes, I belonged to him. I was head over heels addicted to him. "Madara.. I.. I..." I didn't know what I wanted to say. I didn't even know if I could do it at all.

A knowing smile glided over Madara's Luciferian features, but he put the flogger aside, leaned over to the last untouched toy, and I gasped softly. His smile turned into a crooked grin. "It's time to increase the difficulty." With these simple words, he pressed a generous drop of lube onto the tip of the dildo. I would have expected him to insert him into my vagina and drive me to the brink of madness – but I hadn't reckoned with how deceitful he was. I didn't feel the cold gel on my labia, but a hole deeper. By the time I realized where he was going with it, it was already too late.

"Relax, Hinata, then it won't hurt so much."

Mercilessly, he squeezed the bulging tip of the hard plastic into my anus, pressed down my pelvis, which was already about to rise, with his other hand and inserted the artificial phallus into me with slow turns. My feet cramped, I whimpered in pain and inevitably I asked myself how clean I was down there.

"Shhhh," Madara said quietly, finally stopped and I wanted to give my body time to get used to the foreign object, but I didn't get around to relaxing my sphincter a bit, when a soft click sounded and I realized that the thing was a fucking vibrator.

I reared up and screamed until I had no more air in my lungs. I didn't even feel how Madara turned the device inside me again like a corkscrew, making thrust movements himself, only when my body could no longer hold the tension, slackened and my head processed stimuli other than pain again. A hungry desire for more awoke in me. Saliva ran out of the corner of my mouth and my eyes watered, which is why I could hardly see the man in front of me. But his greedy gaze scorched my skin and again he penetrated me.

"N-no...", I whined, wanted to kick him, push him away from me, but only lifted my head, which was chained to my feet, and immediately let it be again. My back could no longer bear any strain. I just wanted to die. Two things of this kind in me were too much. One vibrated so that my synapses heated dangerously, the other rammed into me and created a short circuit in my brain that made me forget everything around me. I only heard the powerful engine, that made my flesh tremble, and my own moans.

As if from far away, I felt a tickle on my toes. My feet twitched, bumped into something hard, were gripped by hot fingers and now I knew what this feeling was: a tongue, teeth, a moist mouth. If I had been in my right mind, I might have been disgusted, at least I would have been surprised and hesitated, but I wasn't in my right mind and therefore I didn't care what Madara did to my feet. He could lick them, bite them, do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't stop fucking me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know how to defend myself against letting my orgasm drown me. I wanted it to end, but at the same time this should go on to eternity. Everything in me was on fire, my brain begged for relief, my arms wanted to be struck by leather again. Shall I simply let myself fall into my bottomless arousal? Shall I give up? Shall I – that's when Madara's thrusts got harder, even faster. Very faintly, his moans drowned out my own for a second, I heard a dull "Fuck yeaah" and one or two last, bloodcurdling blows from his hip were enough to signal to me that he had cum. I didn't hesitate for another second and yelled with all my might, "MA—DA—RAAAA!"

He pulled himself out of me, undid my restraints and threw the harness somewhere out of sight. Slowly I released my hunched posture, my muscles protesting – especially since the dildo was still inside me and gave no mercy to my building orgasm. Madara pushed my legs apart, lay down in between, kissed my drooling and at the same time dry mouth, my neck, my cleavage, my breasts, until he got to my stomach, bit into it briefly, caressed his way back to my left breast and sucked on the nipple there, circled it with his tongue and let his teeth scratch over it. Instead of his cock, he shoved three fingers inside me, curled them so that the tips rubbed against the front of my vagina, and began to thrust his hand into me at a breakneck speed.

My numb, trembling hands clapped on his sweaty shoulders, slipped easily over them and I clawed deep into his flesh, screaming loudly. I just had to hold on something before I disappeared. Kicking wildly into the air, I stretched alone with my tense pelvic muscles towards his hand. In me, my orgasm grew into an elemental force, which was driven to a climax by Madara and the vibrator, which completely fucked me out of life. My legs clasped Madara's chest, cramped, my feet began to tremble. I gasped, stopped breathing, let myself be buried under an avalanche of lust, surely died a thousand deaths in a second, and finally it burst out of me. A scream that everyone in this city should hear escaped my battered throat. My abdomen released my arousal in a beam of pure passion that wetted me and everything around me. The heat burned my soul and I smelled blood, tasted sweat and whiskey, felt a foreign tongue on my lips, bristly hair on my chin.

His hand did not stop. When I thought it was finally over, he just started again, let me pant, sweat, squirt. Guided by his restless fingers, I came countless times, dissolving into thin air with every drop of secretion, until there was nothing left of me but my greedy core, which insatiably begged for more.

At some point, I hardly felt anything. My lungs hurt when I consciously filled them with oxygen again. I let out a last, deep groan and opened my eyes. In front of me floated Madara's face, grinning, with sparkling red eyes. He lowered his lips to mine and I struggled to return his kiss. I was exhausted, I could no longer think or feel. Only a distant hum reached my ears softly and my brain groped for a feeling in my anus, but although my entire abdomen was still pulsing strongly, there was nothing left in me, in none of my holes.

Smacking softly, I broke away from Madara and lowered my head. Below my leg, in a pool of liquid, the vibrator lay and danced happily to itself. I swallowed. "Th-thanks for pulling it out. I don't think I could take it anymore."

Madara, who had propped himself to the left and right of my shoulders and was watching me, laughed darkly. "I didn't. You squeezed it out when you gave birth to your orgasms."

I blinked, then burst out laughing, clapped my hands on my wet face, and half turned away from him.

"Are you embarrassed?" Madara asked with an audible smile.

My head waved around in agreement. "Mhhhh," I growled hoarsely. "Why did I have to.. That's shit.."

"No, it certainly wasn't, that would look different," he murmured and blew a kiss on my ear.

I snorted, peeking through my fingers and muttering, "You're disgusting. You even have a foot fetish, urgh."

"I have nothing against beautiful feet," Madara said with raised eyebrows. "And you have nothing against sperm, bondage, beatings and anal." He clicked his tongue. "So which of us has the unorthodox kinks, huh?"

I had nothing to say to that, just, "Chapeau, Uchiha-sama."

Madara's gaze darkened and his jaw tensed. "Hinata..", he growled and I finally took my hands off my face, just so he could see my tongue sticking out. "You allowed me, forgot, daddy~?"

"And you know that this will be followed by a punishment."

"Uuuuh, what does it look like?" I purred and rubbed my leg against his side.

"That, you little cheeky bitch..", he whispered, kissed me and murmured, ".. you'll find out soon enough."

I giggled, sniffed up a bubble of snot and smelled something metallic again. Unconsciously, I stroked my philtrum and at first only noticed a red spot out of the corner of my eye. Startled, I straightened up, pushing Madara off me rudely and looking at the blood on my thumb. "Shit..", I murmured and already I felt something hot running out of my nostril into my mouth. I was just able to catch a drop of blood before it landed on the sheet.

Madara hurried kneeling to one of the bedside tables, pulled a handkerchief out of a wooden box and handed it to me. "Is everything okay?"

"I think so," I said in a croaky voice as I squeezed my nostrils shut. "You probably just literally fucked my brain out. Lobotomy by penetration – a new miracle cure to make the woman submissive."

"If it helps," Madara grinned, dodging my elbow and setting about cleaning up our sex mess. I watched him over the corner of my handkerchief and couldn't help but admire this man more and more. He was beautiful, elegant, respectful and an excellent fucker. What more could I want?

I found out after my nosebleeds had stopped, we had cleaned ourselves pleasantly in silence and were now lying next to each other in his dark bedroom in his freshly made bed. Madara had quickly fallen asleep after a long goodnight kiss and a last, warm look, rested on his side facing me and seemed so infinitely peaceful as you rarely saw him. I gently stroked a long scar on his shoulder, which was right next to four red notches I had inflicted on him. He was marked by a brutal life and a lot of suffering. Unlike me, he bore the marks of his past on his skin. He couldn't hide them, couldn't pretend that none of this had happened; his murders, his struggles, his losses. And yet he displayed an unsurpassed tenderness. It hadn't completely devoured him. There was one last, hopeful germ in him, which I had seen more than ever in the last few hours. He wanted to set the world on fire for me and yes, I wanted him to do it. He was my knight in matt black armor.

Carefully, so as not to wake Madara, I turned on my back and stared at the high ceiling. What was it that I felt for him? It was clear to me that it was more than just physical attraction like at the beginning. A feeling grew in me towards this man next to me that I could hardly ignore. It covered up the danger that emanated from him, his darkness, his violence. My head tilted to the side. A lonely strand of hair was blown away by his slow breathing. I stroked it back. Was it possible that I.. loved him? No. It wasn't. Rather, it was a different, no less deep attachment to him. A mixture of longing, trust and belonging. I wanted to put myself blindly in his hands because I knew he wouldn't hurt me. And that was something that only a few people had awakened in me so far. One of them was King – and where was I now? Emotionally hurt in another man's bed. After that night, I was sure that Madara couldn't be that ominous stranger from the Internet. If it were him, he would have said something, I was sure. There had been plenty of opportunities to reveal his identity. That he had not done so was the solid proof. He wasn't King, but I still wanted to be with him. I turned on my side again, snuggled closer to Madara, who put an arm around me without waking up, sighed deeply and fell asleep.