The black limousine wasn't left unnoticed when it stopped before the Konoha High School. More intriguing than the car, was the man that stepped out of it. The pointy long black hair lined his tall body. One didn't need to have a good eye to notice from his posture and swift elegance of his movement that he was physically well trained.

Younger students watched in awe as he didn't go across the street to the near restaurant but instead casually strolled to the school doors. Opening them he let harsh sunlight lighten up the corridor. Suddenly, someone bumped into him but it didn't move any of his muscles.

"Sasuke?!" the pink-headed girl excitingly exclaimed, blinded by the intense light of Autumn's sunset behind the shadowy figure it has created.

"Not quite," the man said with a deep voice and bypassed Sakura smiling. When she turned around, seeing the Uchiha crest on his back, to ask him who he was and why he looked like her classmate, someone grabbed her wrist.

"Don't. Trust me. He is not the guy you want to know," said the silver haired teacher appearing from the corner.

"But Kakashi-sensei, I noticed he has the Uchiha clan's symbol, he might know where Sasuke is!" Sakura exclaimed furiously still looking after the man that she had mistaken for her classmate, who was bypassing nearly every door.

"Yes, there's no doubt. It is Uchiha Madara," Sakura turned her head to other side and noticed her another teacher, Maito Gai.

"Madara Uchiha?" she asked in confusion.

Kakashi Hatake narrowed his one visible eye piercing the Uchiha with a glare. "Yes, Sasuke's uncle."

Madara stopped before the last door and checked the name plate. Tsunade Senjuu, the principal. He smirked - this woman is nothing like her ancestors. Her family, one of the most prominent ancient clan of fighters in the world and she ended up as a boss in this hole. Completely ignoring the legacy of her great ancestor, Hashirama Senjuu. His arch-nemesis, the only man that posed as a real threat to his business and plans. Madara sighed. But she... What a failure, he thought. He opened them.

Principal's room was surprisingly light for an office. Mainly, because of all the large windows that lined the wall behind. But still, the underpaying of the educational system was like a punch to the face if you looked at how poorly the room was furnished. Still, he greeted her out of sheer vanity. After all, Hashirama used to bring her to the tournaments, when she was little and they were very young, so she wasn't a complete stranger to him. But when she didn't return the tact, Madara just couldn't resist the chance to mock her.

"Looking at your insufficient clothing, I bet they do not even pay you enough, do they?" he taunted her looking at her plunge neckline. Just like her mother Mito, he smiled. However, Tsunade wasn't as amused as he was.

The only thing that did greed him was the old wooden chair before the principal's table which contrasted with her cosy looking blue armchair. And then Tsunade started to bombard him with Sasuke's purposely bad behaviour and skipping school.

A typical Senjuu method, Madara thought to himself. To put you under the pressure, even before you sat in the chair and may it seems like you are drawing the short straw in the conversation. But Madara wasn't stunned by her assertiveness. He was accommodated to this style in many battles he fought against her older relatives. Nonetheless, Senjuu clan was famous because of their tempestuous beginning of fights.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Is it true that my nephew completed the credits acquired to finish the semester?" he deadpanned.

And suddenly there was silence. He surely must have hit the nail on the head. Tsunade opened her mouth to say something to return the odds to her side again. But the older Uchiha got her. She thought he wouldn't know of this loophole in the state's law. Moreover, Sasuke did have great grades, better than all his classmates and the argument about Sasuke's rude behaving was not strong enough. Which made it harder for Tsunade to argue because she knew there wasn't anything else to pinpoint if Sasuke already had all the credits.

"So as far as I am concerned, Sasuke can and will finish the school immediately... and I nearly forgot..."

-.-...-...-...-...-

Pathetic - Madara thought as he left the principal's room with a grin. It was nearly night. One-eye must have send everyone home, including that little girl, who had a crush on Sasuke, Madara guessed with a slight amusement. He didn't see any students around, anymore but he could sense...

"Listen you..." that man stood before the Uchiha, not letting him continue to leave the building.

"Not hiding behind the corners anymore?" he taunted him. At first Kakashi was mentally impressed he could have actually see through his hiding skills but didn't give him the delight to see his emotions.

"I saw you in the tournament, I know that you are the one who taught Sasuke Wing Chun. It is too deadly for Sasuke to use..."

"What tournament? Deadly? But Sasuke is healthy," Madara made the most innocent smile. Of course, he knew what the man really meant but he wasn't letting the opportunity to annoy him pass. Their bodies were literally only inches away and you could feel the tension rising. Kakashi growled.

"However, the health of my nephew does no longer concern you. We are moving to another state and he will study there,"

"As always, a lia-," He drew his hand to his headband.

"Kakashi, that's enough. " Everyone except for Uchiha turned their head to see, surprisingly, Tsunade stepping in. Kakashi met Tsunade's concerned look and reluctantly lowered his hand. Kakashi exchanged last murderous gaze with Madara and made a small step back. Then Madara left the building.

"Did I miss something?" asked Gai when he came with mouth full of udon from the nearby restaurant. Luckily for him, no one was paying attention now.

"What the fuck Tsunade!?" Kakashi never before expressed himself so vulgarly, so it took Tsunade off guard.

"Don't be rude Hatake," Tsunade objected.

"Besides, it would be pointless. He'd already arranged for himself to be Sasuke's legal representative. He can resign Sasuke to another school. Sasuke has enough credits," Tsunade deadpanned.

Kakashi's heart stopped. So it IS true. Suddenly everything started to fall into place – Sasuke's grades getting rapidly worse and participating in illegal street fights for money, then Madara's arrival, Sasuke excelling in all exams - even national, after that – the dreaded tournament and finally this... He must have planned all this!

"Where are you going? You don't stand a chance, if you are planning to fight with him! Even my father had problems with him!" Tsunade exclaimed, when Kakashi started to slowly walk to where Madara went.

"I'm going with you," simply said Gai.

"No, I need to go alone."

When Kakashi didn't stop, Tsunade turned away her head from him and said "Tsssk, believe me, I tried to help your cause with Sasuke as much as I could. But even talking with Uchiha Madara won't do much, if that's what you are up to."

"Sasuke."

"What?"

"I am going to talk to Sasuke, not Madara." With that words Hatake Kakashi left the school.

-.-...-...-...-...-

"So how was it?" a question greeted Madara when he stepped in the apartment.

'What is it with no greeting nowadays?' He proceeded to the large bedroom. In the middle of it there was a king-sized bed and atop of it, his sweet nephew, Sasuke. He was reading a book he gave him, laying on his stomach, facing the wall, so Madara had a nice view on his round ass in black jeans. He wanted to ravish him right there but he chose to play with him a little instead.

"I thought you don't care anymore," stoically said Madara as he sat in the armchair, showing the young Uchiha his back and pouring red wine in the glass, faking the lack of interest.

'Ah, so that's how he wants it,' Sasuke thought. He got up from the bed and wrapped his hands around the elder's back. He leaned his head towards his uncle's neck and placed there soft kisses. Then he withdraw a little and pouted. Madara couldn't resist.

"Ok, ok..." said Madara with a sigh. Sasuke smiled, he knew what strings to pull when he wanted something from his uncle.

"Everything is done as it should be..." he pulled his nephew into his lap. Both facing each other. "...I even talked with your previous mentor," he whispered. Sasuke's eyes widened. The long haired Uchiha didn't entirely like his nephew's reaction. He thought his lover wouldn't be fixated on his previous life, but that was comprehensible. He had to live with these people nearly most of his life. And he must have been seeing Kakashi at a daily basis at school and in the training field.

"And what did you told him?" Sasuke whispered, while Madara was stroking his cheek.

"That you like being taken as a slut," he said huskily, mentally laughing at Sasuke's sudden startled facial expression – he got him unprepared. 'Pff, so the bastard is not going to tell me...' pondered Sasuke, as he quickly became aware of Madara's bluff. '...Never mind, I will play along.' He let Madara take off his black turtleneck pullover, while he was still sitting in older man's lap. Dropping it to the floor, he exposed the younger Uchiha's bare pale chest. Then he put his hands on the teen's hips and lifted him a little, so his lips were touching the other's chest. Sasuke held his breath.

"That you like it to be rough," he then bit on his ribs, drawing blood as Sasuke moaned in both pain and pleasure. He wanted to hear more, but restrained himself. There will be a plenty of time to make Sasuke his by marking him. His and his only. So he positioned him between his legs on the big armchair, with the teen on his knees. After that he put a hand on his lover's ass and started to massage it.

"That you want a strong hand to show you the right way." His hand squeezed one buttock hard.

"Mhh, what is so right about being taken by my own uncle?" moaned Sasuke with a devilishly hot smile, as he started to grind against his uncles clothed chest.

"Ah, you might be right on that one, my little." Sasuke exhaled erratically after Madara's choice of addressing him, while still rubbing his half-naked self against the other man. Then Madara lost patience, he could tell by looking at his eyes. His round ass in those thigh jeans, his naked chest against his clothed, the way his eyes blinked when he told him 'my little'... He just couldn't take it anymore...

When fighting, the best thing you ought to do, is not to show your emotions, because it gives away your intentions. But in his mind, he wasn't in a tournament or streets fighting for his life, he was near the man he genuinely loved, and so Sasuke failed to interpret that hungry look miserably. He was very surprised, when Madara threw him across the large bedroom directly into the bed. Roughly. His shoulder hit the wooden headboard painfully. But it seemed his uncle couldn't give a damn, as he landed atop of him and repositioned him, so he was facing the bed.

"But they do say, the forbidden fruit tastes sweetest," Madara said thirstily. He then ripped off Sasuke's jeans and put his legs on Sasuke's, so he couldn't move.

"Shit!" panicked Sasuke.

"Scream however you like. I rented the whole hotel for us. No one will hear you."

He knew he shouldn't... the feeling was still new to him. But then he heard unzipping noise. The image of Madara's nine inches cock popped out in his head and he realised: 'Fuck, that sadist's gonna take me raw!'. With every strength his body could gather in his state of mind, he threw the man off him and sat on the bed. His scared red eyes facing the surprised black ones, only to find out he had a lube in his hand.

"Fuck, sorry..." said Sasuke as he covered his head in his palms. "That was so stupid of me." He felt really ashamed. After what happened in the tournament, he was very jumpy about pain.

"Shh, don't say that, sweetie. It's not your fault," whispered Madara and he touched Sasuke's back carefully. Trying to avoid his hurt shoulder, he pulled him close. 'Fuck, it was I, who was really stupid,' he cursed himself. This was the day Sasuke would leave his past life behind and start a new with him. And he nearly ruined it. 'I need to control myself around him more.'

"Sasuke, my only one, if there is something you don't feel comfortable with, just say 'inarizushi', I will stop right away, ok?" Madara whispered into his nephew's ear, while cooingly stroking his back. But then something unexpected happened. He started to genuinely laugh.

"Fried tofu as a some kind of a safeword?"

"Hey, don't laugh, it's my favourite dish," said Madara laughing.

"But it will be no more, if I started to use it too frequently, ne?" said Sasuke with a little concern in his voice but still laughing.

"Don't worry about that. I've never had surfeit of them," said Madara and kissed Sasuke's forehead. The younger then started to ease his muscles.

'It isn't fair that he is still clothed,' Sasuke thought and he started to strip his uncle's suit. Then he looked at the naked man sitting right next to him. His skin was more tanned than his, but still pale. His fully developed body made Sasuke's look small, but he liked the height difference. They both did.

"So that you don't have to pay for a new one, I'd definitely defile it," Sasuke explained, why he just stripped him.

"I don't care..." He leaned closer to his nephew.

"...as long as I have you." Then he kissed him deeply. Their dancing tongues melted in hot kiss. Madara moved against his dominatingly but daringly and Sasuke gladly returned the favour. While he kept him busy, he slided his lubed fingers to Sasuke's entrance. When there was no negative reaction, he pushed one finger in. Sasuke moaned into Madara's mouth. Then he added the second finger and started scissoring, until he found that little bundle of nerves that made his nephew see stars.

"Shit, this is so good. Don't stop," breathed Sasuke as he broke the kiss. Madara complied and the last finger joined the other two.

"Eager, aren't ya?" said Madara as Sasuke started moving his body against the fingers. Sasuke smirked that insolent smile that would even make a priest question his celibacy. He grabbed the lube, which was laying on the bedside table, smeared plenty of it on his hands and started to massage his uncle's cock.

"With this one around everyone'd be," replied Sasuke. His both hands were moving up and down the nine inches long shaft. He let his thumb circle around the massive tip, while he was still jumping on the fingers that roamed inside him. He stopped, when it was so red and so pumping with need...

"Sometimes I can't comprehend how it can fit," said Sasuke as he was laid down on his back by his lover's strong arms, after he stopped preparing him.

"Mmh, I guess we'll have to try to find out how it is possible," Madara smiled down and positioned his hard cock before Sasuke's entrance. Then he pushed in slowly, earning Sasuke's gasp.

"Oh god, how can you be so thick," hissed Sasuke, when Madara stopped moving, his cock half way through the tight passage. He knew how much he could take now and so he didn't want to break his precious. Not today at least. He will have him begging for it.

Sasuke on the other hand, despite all his insolence, was feeling a bit guilty for not being able to take the endowed man all at once, but at the same time he liked the thought that his lover haven't explored all of him, yet.

When nothing was happening, Sasuke tried to looked down to see, what kept his uncle from moving, but he spotted a sly grin on his face. Something perverted must have come to his mind again – Sasuke smirked. This should be fun.

The long haired man started to move slowly. Sasuke thought it was only for the beginning. But he kept painfully slow pace for too long. And above all, he managed to purposely missing his sweet spot every time.

'Gah, I can't take this anymore,' thought Sasuke. It drove him crazy with need. He wouldn't lie – his cock was already pink and pulsing with need. With this kind of man you can do only one thing - ...

"Please. " ...beg for mercy.

"Please what?"

"Please, give it to me, fuck my ass like there's no morning..." After those delicious words left Sasuke's mouth, he started to dive into him.

"I'm glad you started to plea. If it were much longer, I wouldn't be able to hold myself anymore," huskily said Madara and kissed that filthy mouth. He picked up a rhythm and started to fuck Sasuke hard. He was awarded with moans and yelps that left the pale throat. He resisted the urge to bite him there. Instead he let his thumb wander on his ribs, where was a red bruise already, after he bit him there earlier today. The other hand touched the younger one's cock. He pressed hard against the bruise, as he simultaneously pumped Sasuke's length, making the pain quickly turn into pleasure.

With each thrust he hammered his sweet spot. Sasuke couldn't take it anymore. His back arched and he spurted his cum between him and his lover. Madara came inside him shortly after that, with a last hard thrust and spilled his seed inside him. Sasuke groaned, when he felt something warm in his guts but then moaned in pleasure, even when his uncle pulled off him, still in ecstasy.

"That was great..." Sasuke decided to speak first after a minute of silence filled with heavy breathing.

"...but you didn't have to come inside me."

"Ah sorry, I hadn't done it on purpose," said Madara as he smirked.

"Bastard." Sasuke repaid the smile, left the bed and went to the bathroom.

After Sasuke took a shower, he went back to the warm bed, cuddling to Madara, who pulled Sasuke closer to him and put a velvet blanket over them. Then he kissed him a sensual kiss.

"Sleep, my little. Tomorrow, we have a long way home."