This idea had been stuck in my head for a while so I figured I'd give it a write. After all, the thought of Uchiha's, especially Madara, in cuts and on motorcycles is irresistible. What began as a one shot has gradually turned into something much more meaningful and much more dear to me. It has become a kind of cathartic release while I explore what I think a true romance between two people who love and respect each other would look like, what I think true love looks like (with some angst and drama thrown in for flavor).

If you've come here expecting the worst based on tired old stereotypes, know that you're in for a lovely surprise. I only write empowered, strong willed women and passionate, reverential men.

Guide to Motorcycle Club Officers:

President/P (Madara) – leader of the chapter.

Vice President/VP (Izuna) – second in command, fills in for president when gone.

Sergeant at Arms (Obito) – "enforcer", maintains order, leads assaults, security.

Road Captain (Shisui) – logistics during club runs/rallies.

Secretary (Itachi) – club paperwork, keeps track of meetings, official business.

Treasurer (Izumi) – In charge of money, collecting debts, business opportunities.

Prospect (Sasuke) – earning right to wear full patch and be in club.

Patchmembers (Kagami and others) – regular member, non-officer.

The Dead End.

Sakura quirked an eyebrow at the bright red neon sign posted above the bar outside the tinted window of her and Naruto's ride.

'Certainly a fitting name for a biker bar…' she mused as her eyes flitted across the outside of the secluded building.

It had taken a twenty minute drive just to reach the bar deeply tucked away in the backwoods of Konoha.

The building itself was painted a dark color that she couldn't make out with night having fallen and was, by all intents and purposes, absolutely unremarkable. Rows of floodlights lit up the dirt parking lot, attracting hundreds of insects that fluttered in the bright lights and illuminating the dozens of motorcycles parked in perfect rows. A few men in cuts displaying the Uchiha MC's crest on the back lingered around the double doors leading inside, smoking cigarettes and passing around a joint.

"It looks… kind of intimidating," Naruto commented from beside her as their Uber driver pulled into the dirt lot.

"So did Kakashi when we first met him, but look at him now," Sakura replied, double checking to make sure that her phone, the key to her apartment, and her wallet were safely tucked away in her clutch.

"Ahh, good point…" the blond conceded as he eyed the bikers lingering around the entrance to the bar, "Still kind of hard to see Sasuke hanging out with these people though."

"Show some respect, moron. These aren't just random bikers. This is his family. They aren't called 'The Uchiha MC' because anyone can join," she scolded immediately, shooting a glare at her companion as their driver came to a stop.

"I guess…" he muttered as she turned to face their driver.

"Thank you for the ride," she thanked with a smile, taking in their drivers nervous expression. Before she could open the car door and step out, the young man piped up.

"Are you, uh…" Their driver opened and closed his mouth a couple times as if searching for the proper wording to express his obvious concern at the dainty pink haired woman in a sundress and the goofy blond in loungewear heading into the intimidating biker bar alone.

The hard look he received from Sakura was enough to halt their driver's line of thinking. After years of being underestimated and after all she had done to improve herself, the last thing she was going to put up with was their fucking Uber driver treating her like she was too delicate to go into a damn bar.

The driver broke eye contact with her to glance at the group of Uchiha MC members warily eyeing the sage green prius that was lingering outside of their bar. "Er, nevermind. Have a nice night."

"Thanks, you to," Sakura replied sharply with a now forced smile as she popped open the door and stepped out.

Naruto soon followed and, quicker than she expected, their driver reversed out of the dirt lot and took off to his next ride. They both turned away from the retreating car to face the bar, Naruto shoving his hands into the pockets of his orange hoodie.

"So, where do you think Sasuke will be?" He pondered aloud as they began their walk towards the building.

"Wherever a prospect will be most helpful here… Probably playing gopher and getting everyone drinks," she answered as they gave a wide berth to the row of pristine bikes lined up outside.

"Er, uh… What's a prospect again?"

"We've explained this to you a dozen times…" she sighed, raising an eyebrow at Naruto who just shrugged, "It's a trial period a person has to go through before they become a full member. He's basically doing all the grunt work to prove himself while they decide if he gets to join."

"He doesn't get in automatically? Isn't he family?"

They both nodded at the three men standing outside the bar who were staring at them as they approached. The three bikers nodded in return, obviously not seeing the two brightly colored strangers as a threat, before returning to their conversation.

"Well, yeah, but the way Sasuke told me, his family can be really selective. His uncles especially. And you know how Fugaku is about the club… So be on your best behavior!" she commanded as they paused outside of the double doors leading inside the bar.

"Have some faith, Sakura! I'm only going to harass Sasuke a little bit." Naruto grinned foxily, rocking on his heels.

"Just don't get us, or him, in trouble! This is the first time he's invited us to meet his entire family, not just his parents and Itachi. He kept us hidden away from the rest all the years we've known him so this is a huge deal. We need to make a good impression!" she hissed, glaring at him pointedly.

Naruto held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm on my best behavior. No need to bite my head off…"

She stared him down for a few long moments before huffing and turning towards the bar. As she reached out to grasp the handle on one of the double doors, she turned back to eye Naruto pointedly.

"Best. Behavior," she reminded as she dragged open the heavy wooden door, releasing the smell of cigarettes and booze and the sound of rock music into the crisp night air.

As they passed the threshold of the door and entered the dimly lit bar, Sakura's eyes skimmed across the wide open room.

The room was thick with the smoke, giving an almost dream-like haze to the dimly, but warmly, lit bar. Pilfered road signs decorated the walls alongside paintings of motorcycles, cars, and pinup girls.

Rock music played on a stereo with speakers perched on the roof above a long wooden bar. Two bartenders worked behind the bar, one a gruff older man and the other an androgynous individual around her age. The various bottles lining the shelves behind them nearly glowed from the lights set up behind the bar. The stools were filled with MC members and various other patrons, a couple of the members entertaining, or rather making out with, women perched on their laps.

A couple of pool tables were set up near one wall, both surrounded by members of the MC and a few scantily dressed women. A woman with her deep purple hair pulled up into a messy bun appeared to be beating everyone, if her smug grin and bra full of cash was anything to go by. The sound of pool cues colliding with the cue ball and balls clinking together barely overpowered the sound of music.

On the opposite side of the building was a patio as large as the building itself, fenced off with lattice decorated in white string lights. The open air porch offered a surprisingly beautiful view of downtown Konoha, framed by the forest surrounding the bar. Groups of people chatting loudly and smoking cigarettes, cigars, and joints occupied the old metal patio furniture outside. Raucous laughter boomed from various parts of the room as the bikers loudly conversed and jostled each other affectionately.

A couple of old arcade games and pinball machines were pressed up against the back wall of the bar, a few people yelling dramatically as another intently focused on slapping the buttons on the side of the machine. A man had a woman pressed up against the wall near the machines, the two nearly having sex already with how high her skirt was pulled up and how passionately they were kissing.

There were a few tables set up, surrounded by mismatched chairs. One of the tables, tucked away in the corner of the bar, was filled with nothing but bikers in Uchiha MC cuts. Nearly all of them held handfuls of cards and one periodically pawed at cards sitting on the table. They chatted quietly and were much more reserved that the other members in the bar.

It was there that she spotted Sasuke delivering a bottle of whiskey to the table with a less than pleased expression on his face.

Curious, her eyes flicked over the group sitting at the table. She wasn't surprised to recognize a few people sitting at the table.

Sasuke's older brother, Itachi, sat among the group, as calm and collected as always. The quiet but incredibly intelligent man was as difficult to read as always, his expression always one of careful neutrality. He appeared to be acting as the dealer, periodically reaching down to alter the cards already on the table.

Sakura also recognized the messy haired man who sat next to Itachi, especially with the older Uchiha's face lit up with that megawatt smile of his. While Sakura had only met Shisui twice, his flirtatious and carefree attitude had made a lasting impression. It was tough to find an Uchiha as lighthearted as him. He was grinning widely and saying something as he accepted the bottle and glasses from a sour faced Sasuke.

She quickly recognized the only woman sitting at the table as being Izumi, one of Sasuke's numerous cousins. Her long brown hair was tied up in a knot on the top of her head as she peered into her hand of cards with an expression of practiced indifferent. Sakura had met the harmonic yet indomitable woman a handful of times and admired her for being a woman who easily kept up with the rowdy men of the MC.

Sakura hmmed internally as her gaze landed on the other three Uchiha sitting at the table, none of whom she recognized. She couldn't even get a hint from their cuts as the patches that designated their positions were too small to read from the distance she was at.

One of the strangers looked as if he had been in a terrible accident. Half of his face was horribly scarred, thick grooves cut into the tender flesh. One of his eyes, opposite the scarred side oddly enough, was concealed with a black bandana which acted as a makeshift eyepatch. Most notable, however, was his missing right arm. The arm of his black, long sleeve shirt was pinned closed where his arm now ended, halfway between his elbow and shoulder. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he were upset, but his stance suggested that his angry expression was simply his resting face.

The second man was older but notably handsome in an untamed kind of way. He wore a long sleeved black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, black gloves, his cut left unzipped, dark wash denim jeans, and boots. He had hair longer than even Itachi's which hung wildly around his face and shoulders. He had a wicked grin on his face as he laughed at something Shisui was saying to Sasuke, an expression that made her eyes shoot passed him entirely as her heart sped along.

The third and final stranger sitting at the table, seated next to the wild haired Uchiha, could easily be mistaken for Sasuke if it wasn't for the long ponytail thrown over his shoulder. He was also older than herself and the Uchiha's she knew sitting at the table, although it was tough to tell since all Uchiha's aged with a grace that was unfair. Even still, her eyes flicked between the stranger and Sasuke, baffled by the incredible similarities.

It was during this perusal that Sakura caught Sasuke's eye. She nodded to him in greeting before tilting her head towards the bar. He nodded in return and she worked on corralling Naruto towards the only two open seats left at the bar. She sat down on one of the stools, politely waving to catch the gruff male bartenders attention and to place her order.

She glanced back over to the table of Uchiha just in time to catch Sasuke's smart ass grin as he said something to Shisui that immediately had the older Uchiha's expression turn sour. Everyone at the table burst out in laughter except for Itachi, who simply smirked into his glass, and the scarred stranger, who remained dead faced and appeared, by all intents and purposes, to not give a shit.

She smiled as she watched Sasuke break away from the group, who all returned to their game of cards, and headed over to where her and Naruto had sat down.

"Hey, asshole, having fun being everyone's lackey?" Naruto greeted with a shit eating grin as Sasuke leaned against the bar between them.

Sakura rolled her eyes at her boys as the bartender sat down three shot glasses and a pint of Patron in front of her. She nodded in thanks, passing the man a hundred dollar bill, before she worked on filling the glasses.

"More fun than flunking out of law school, loser," Sasuke returned without missing a beat, calling out Naruto on him having dropped out of law school just that previous semester.

The blond had the great aspiration to become governor one day but failed miserably while pursuing what he viewed to be the fast track to the position: becoming a lawyer. Probably a good thing, when Sakura thought about it. Naruto had no patience for reading in general, let alone pouring over dead toned tomes on law of all things. How he got into law school in the first place was a mystery in and of itself.

She was unsure what path he would take next but, despite Sasuke's ruthless teasing, they both believed that Naruto would accomplish his goal one day. After all, Naruto had the ability to win over anyone he met. He was a great friend and would one day be a great leader.

Until then...

Naruto gathered air into his lungs to fuel his inevitable tirade but Sakura cut him off in the nick of time by pushing a shot glass into his and Sasuke's hands.

"Shut up and drink up," she commanded, downing her shot in one gulp.

"Nice to see you to, Sakura," Sasuke grumbled as he downed his shot, eyes crinkling up at the taste.

"Quit talking shit to Naruto," she demanded before continuing in a much warmer tone, "And how's it going with the club?"

He sighed, toying with the empty shot glass in his hands. "Well enough, I guess. I hate being everyone's bitch though."

"Hey, watch it," Sakura scolded, glaring at him as she refilled the glass still cradled in Sasuke's hand. She motioned to do the same for Naruto, who still held a full glass.

"Ugh, fine, I'm tired of being everyone's grunt. It's demeaning. I just wish they'd say yes already…" Sasuke complained as Naruto downed his remaining shot ungracefully before holding out his glass so Sakura could refill it.

"Oh my gods, Sakura, tequila? Have you lost it?" Naruto coughed with a grimace, eyeing his newly refilled glass with alarm, "I thought you wanted me on my best behavior. Nothing good ever happens when we drink tequila…"

"Don't be so dramatic, it's not that bad." Sakura waved off Naruto's complaints as she drank her second shot with trained ease.

"Lightweight," Sasuke muttered, just loud enough for Naruto to hear.

"Whatever, duck ass," the blond bit back, trying to discreetly hold his breath as he drained his shot gracelessly.

"So," Sakura began, twisting in her seat so her eyes could scan across the room, "We're here and the world hasn't ended yet."

Sasuke sighed heavily. "Yes, yet. You haven't met any of them yet."

"I still think you're being overly dramatic. I mean, Itachi and Izumi are nice. Shisui's a bit of a flirt but he's alright. And your dad grew up with your uncles and he's okay."

"My dad isn't in the MC, remember? And I've told you about my uncles and my cousin Obito. Just… be respectful," Sasuke's gaze shot to Naruto, "That goes for you especially, dropout."

"I'm nothing but respectful! Besides, I'm sure they're not nearly as bad as-" Naruto started before being cut off by Sakura cuffing him in the back of the head.

"Nothing but respectful, huh?" Sakura growled as Naruto rubbed the back of his head, defeated.

"So, any quick tips before we meet anyone?" she continued, turning her attention back to Sasuke.

"Just… If you meet Madara or Izuna, be nice. Madara can be a little, er, intense but he's okay. He'll want to check you both out so you'll probably meet him tonight. Izuna is usually really calm so just don't be rude. But Obito, he's the one with the missing arm. Just don't stare. Or act suspicious. Or, actually, don't even look at him. And if he comes up to you, act as nice and... submissive as possible without lying down."

"Jeez, what is he, an attack dog?" Naruto muttered, eyebrows furrowed.

"Pretty fucking much, dumbass. For the most part, he'll probably stare you down while he decides if you're safe or not. If he thinks you're questionable, he'll come talk to you. If he thinks you're bad company…" Sasuke eyed Naruto, his expression suggesting a deeper meaning to his next words, "We'll probably never speak again."

Naruto gulped, his lips pressing into a flat line in anxiety. Sakura just sighed, carefully pouring them another round of drinks.

"Understood. Sounds easy enough…" She gave Sasuke a comforting smile. "Don't worry. We're on our best behavior. I promise we'll leave a good impression."

Sasuke grimaced in response before throwing back his shot without another word.

Madara's gaze followed Sasuke as his nephew took off with an unusual quickness. The young man certainly didn't have anywhere to be in such a hurry, so his quick exit perked the elder Uchiha's curiosity.

He watched as his prospect weaved between the other tables, filled to the brim with their drunken or otherwise intoxicated family members, to lean against the bar between two… brightly colored strangers.

His eyebrow quirked up in curiosity as he looked over the two newcomers, plucking his glass of whiskey from the table in front of him without even looking.

He wasn't sure if he had ever met a person with pink hair. He had certainly never met an… admittedly attractive woman with bright pink hair, artfully pinned up in an updo, wearing a pale green sundress, and sitting at a bar filled with bikers. She looked like she belonged in a field of daisies weaving flower crowns, not perched at a bar downing shots.

The man sitting next to her was no less strange. With his bright blond hair and safety orange hoodie (who willingly wears that color?), he was glaringly out of place. The fact he wore black sweatpants, rolled up to his knees, and flip flops was all the more amusing.

The two garishly colored strangers stood out against the sea of black hair and dark clothes like a house fire in the dead of night.

Who on Earth were these people and what in the world were they doing hanging around Sasuke?

"Raise a hundred bucks," Shisui called out, drawing Madara's attention back to the poker game in front of him.

"Fold," Obito immediately replied in his usual grouchy tone, depositing his cards on the table.

"Same, fold," Izuna sighed, mimicking Obito.

"Call," Madara and Izumi both spoke at the same time, their gazes meeting as they tried to dissect the others' poker face.

She was unreadable, as always. One of the reasons he chose her as treasurer for the MC. Excellent with money and had a poker face that could fool a telepath.

Itachi, the designated dealer for the night, leaned over towards the center of the table, flipping one of the face down cards and revealing a Queen of Hearts.

Despite knowing that the hand he held was garbage with the cards revealed on the table, Madara's poker face didn't fail. He instead turned away from the game, taking a disinterested sip from his whiskey, as his gaze returned to the strangers socializing with Sasuke.

He watched as the pink haired woman poured yet another glass of what looked like tequila for Sasuke and the blond and soon quirked an eyebrow at how skillfully she downed her own shot. Obviously a trained drinker… or an alcoholic.

Something that drew his attention more than anything else, however, was how relaxed Sasuke was and how easily he spoke with them. They were obviously old friends with his reclusive nephew if he was so comfortable with them.

Although he may affectionately refer to the brat Sasuke as his nephew, he wasn't. But he called him such anyways out of respect and love for the boy's father and Madara's adopted brother, Fugaku.

Fugaku's parents, and Madara's aunt and uncle, had been killed in a gunfight between the Uchiha MC and the Senju MC. The president of the Uchiha MC at the time, Madara's father Tajima, had immediately taken over custody of his dead sister's only child.

Even though Madara and Izuna had already been nine and eight years old and Fugaku had been a gangly and jaded thirteen year old, and even though Fugaku understandably chose to stay out of the biker life, Madara still considered his cousin to be a brother. Madara even considered Fugaku's sons Itachi, the current secretary for the MC, and Sasuke, the club's cute little prospect, his nephews.

Sasuke and Itachi had grown up with their 'uncles' protectively lingering around and with a massive MC comprised of nearly their entire family looking out for them. The two young Uchiha had been special, the children of an Uchiha orphan and the nephews of the president and vice president of the club.

How had these two strangers gotten under his radar then? Had Sasuke hidden them from the rest of his family? Who were they? How did they know Sasuke? What were they doing here, in a bar filled to the brim with bikers?

While they looked positively harmless, looks could be deceiving. Were they safe to have around, so close to all of his precious family members?

Obito's low voice next to his ear was to be expected, his sergeant at arms having noticed Madara's intent staring.

"Should I take care of them?"

"No," Madara replied, not taking his eyes off of the strangers. "Just keep an eye on them for now."

The scarred Uchiha nodded wordlessly, his observant gaze flicking across the room. Always watching, always aware.

It was to be expected after the accident that nearly took his life. The accident that crippled both him and his childhood friend. That robbed the young Uchiha of his right arm, his right leg, and his left eye. That put his teenage love interest in a coma from which she never awakened. After all, if he had been paying more attention while driving that night, Obito would say when drunk enough, they wouldn't have gotten in that car accident.

Madara didn't have the heart to tell him that that accident had been his fault. That it had been him that hadn't been paying enough attention when the teenaged Obito and his friends had left the clubhouse that day all those years ago. If the elder Uchiha had, he would have noticed the truck lying in wait across the street and the Senju prospect within, eager to earn their way into the Senju MC. The one desperate enough to lose their life trying to prove themselves. The one that sparked a decade long bloodbath between the clubs.

But Madara hadn't, too caught up in the thrill of finally becoming a patch holder, of finally proving himself to his stoic father and the then president of the club, to notice.

As his way of trying to atone for his mistakes, the wild haired Uchiha had taken the broken boy under his wing. He taught him how to ride a motorcycle, even with his missing limbs. It had been easy with the prosthetic strapped to Obito's leg and enough mechanical knowhow on Madara's behalf to rig the front brake lever and the throttle onto the left handlebar. He showed him that he could still live as full a life as any other, despite his partial blindness and missing limbs. He helped him become a full member of the club and, when Madara himself was elected as the new president, he chose Obito as his sergeant at arms. His left hand with Izuna being his right.

However, the trait that Madara passed on to Obito that stuck the most, and the one he often wished hadn't, was ruthlessness.

Madara sometimes wished that Obito had learned to enjoy every day he spent alive instead of the most effective ways for ending another's life with a buck knife. The poor sap was an excellent sergeant at arms but a miserable companion.

Which he proved once again by nudging his untouched glass of whiskey towards Shisui. Their road captain happily scooped up the full glass, toasting Obito, before taking a deep sip. Obito simply rolled his eyes and folded his arm across his chest in response, his aggressive gaze not so subtly setting on the brightly colored strangers.

"Hmm…" Izumi sighed, feigning boredom, "Re-raise another hundred."

Madara's eyes narrowed. She had a good hand.

"Call," Madara and Shisui both replied.

"That is Sakura Haruno and Naruto Uzumaki," Itachi began, unprovoked, as he flipped another card on the table, "They've been friends with Sasuke since they were kids. No one to worry about, Obito."

Itachi's gaze flashed to meet Obito's, the younger Uchiha's face decidedly blank but the warning clear in his bright eyes. Obito simply quirked an eyebrow in response, unimpressed and unmoved.

"And I've never been introduced?" Madara questioned, leaning back in his chair casually as he took another sip of whiskey, "Re-raise a hundred."

Itachi shrugged. "I suppose they were just never around when you were."

Madara's eyes narrowed over his glass. Itachi was lying.

Shisui cleared his throat.

"Call," he mumbled, nibbling on his lower lip as his eyes flicked between the others at the table, aware of the silent tension.

Madara's sharp gaze flicked to his road captain. Even Shisui was keeping something from him.

"Call. There's no need to worry about them, P. Naruto is a bit, er… special… and Sakura has quite a temper, but they're incredibly loyal to Sasuke and thus our family," Izumi explained simply, smiling as she easily dispelled the rising tensions at the table.

Madara hummed in thought as Itachi flipped the final card sitting on the table.

"Reraise two hundred," Izumi called out, just a touch too fast for Madara's taste.

"Pfft, call," Shisui immediately replied, assuming Izumi was bluffing.

The Uchiha MC's president's gaze returned to the three sitting at the bar. Itachi and Izumi seemed to hold the two strangers in high esteem. They must have met them both, more than likely multiple times, for them to have such an opinion. Shisui, Itachi, and Izumi were all attached at the hip as well, so that means Shisui had met them as well and didn't bother saying anything. Strange, considering the road captain was such a talkative extrovert.

As to why he himself hadn't met the two newcomers yet though, he could only come to one conclusion: Sasuke had hidden these two from the rest of the MC. From him, Izuna, and Obito specifically, it seemed.

A slow, wolfish grin spread across his lips. Perhaps he should get better acquainted with Sasuke's little friends then, find out for himself if they were good to have around. After all… he was Sasuke's uncle.

When he turned back to face the group, all eyes were on him.

"I suppose I'll have to introduce myself then," he decided, ignoring the grimace from Itachi as he stood, fishing a few hundred dollar bills from his wallet and dropping both them and his cards onto the table, "Fold. Izumi wins this round."

He downed the rest of his glass of whiskey easily, the alcohol's burn hardly registering, before he deposited the empty glass on the table as well.

"Bullshit, show me," Shisui hissed, revealing his hand. Full house.

Izumi's smile was as smug as they come as she revealed her cards as well. A royal flush.

"Are you shitting me?" the messy haired Uchiha groaned as Izumi laughed aloud, piling up her winnings as Itachi gathered the cards and began another game.

Madara's near predatory grin remained as he made his way across the room, towards the strangers and his nephew. Other members of the MC parted in front of him out of respect, some patting him on the arm or shoulder affectionately and drunkenly. He replied with a brotherly pat in return, eyes flashing over to meet his family member's eyes briefly before returning to his goal.

He wondered how he should make his entrance. Lean against the bar next to the blond and see what the stranger's first reaction to him would be? See if the man knew respect or at least had enough common sense to check Madara's cut to determine his position?

Or perhaps he would toss an arm over Sasuke's shoulders and ask directly who his friends were?

He could even push his way between Sasuke and the unknown woman and ask her how her night was going, ignoring his nephew entirely. That would really piss him off and would get both the men going. A good opportunity to see if the blond had any sense, to harass his nephew, and to flirt with a lovely woman. A win any way he looked at it, really.

'That decides it then," he thought, just a few footsteps away from making himself at home next to the strange woman.

His plan was suddenly cut off by a sense of foreboding. He could feel dread build in his chest and his hackles rise before he felt the rumbling from far too many motorcycles making their appearance outside. So many that the sounds of their engines overpowered the rock music that flooded the bar.

His gaze shot to the door, his eyes narrowing in rage and his hand reaching under the back of his shirt to check the pistol hidden in the waistband of his jeans, moments before Kagami made his dramatic entrance.

Nearly kicking down the door in his hurry to make it inside, and with the other two MC members Madara had posted outside as lookouts hot on the younger Uchiha's tail, Kagami yelled out, "Senju's are here!"

The bar erupted into chaos in a heartbeat, Uchiha all shooting to their feet and fishing out their weapons. The patrons of the bar that weren't members of the MC panicked, adding to the sudden mayhem.

The only ones who remained calm were Anko, who made a quick exit with her pool winnings, the bartenders Zabuza and Haku, who readied their own weapons in preparation for defending their bar, and the two newcomers, who shot to their feet in alarm but didn't run.

Realizing how many of his family members could wind up in the line of fire, Madara's hand retreated from his pistol. He wouldn't put any of his family in mortal danger, even if it meant killing a few of these Senju bastards.

Instead, he confidently strode towards the opening double doors, wild eyes searching for his mortal enemy in the horde of Senju MC members rushing into the bar.

It took no time at all for him to spot his prey, the towering brunet leading the charge of bikers into the bar.

Madara wasted no time bum rushing the man, roaring his name like a battle cry, "Hashiramaaa!"

Hashirama's eyes shot to Madara immediately, the president of the Senju MC meeting the Uchiha's charge head on as he roared, "Madaraaa!"

They collided with a rush of fists, beginning their hundredth fight with the same passion and malice as the first.

"You should stay in your own territory, Madara! We had an agreement!" The Senju growled as the two presidents traded blows, their attacks just as powerful and painful as ever.

"Our agreement means nothing if you choose to trample on it by sending your bastard brother to rob our warehouses!" Madara returned heatedly, fury and adrenaline sweeping over him in equal doses.

"That's a lie!" Hashirama ducked under what would have been a particularly painful punch from Madara and tackling the Uchiha into one of the tables, laying punches into his ribcage all the while.

The Uchiha landed an elbow onto the brunet's exposed shoulder, drawing a grunt of pain from his opponent as he briefly stunned him. The ebony haired male used the opportunity to kick Hashirama out from underneath his guard and lay a punch across his cheek that forced him farther backwards.

"We have security footage proving it! If you truly wanted peace, you wouldn't be pulling this underhanded bullshit!" Madara hissed, closing the distance between them and once again starting their fist fight.

Neither got in a word edgewise afterwards, instead focusing all their attention and energy on laying the other out.

While they fought, Madara's eyes flicked across the bar, checking on his family members who were taking part in the combat.

Izuna was battling Tobirama, something which did nothing to surprise Madara. His younger brother hated the white haired man with a passion that would prove to be the death of one of them one of these days.

Itachi, the kind soul he was, was working on evacuating the non MC bar patrons, escorting them out the side door and getting them out of harm's way.

The rest of his officers, Obito, Shisui, and Izumi, were already deep into their own fights.

Obito, buck knife drawn and already splashed with blood, contended with three Senju's all on his own. Even though they outnumbered the one armed Uchiha, they all looked more terrified than anything else. Not surprising, with the bloodlust in Obito's one functioning eye.

Shisui brawled with a Senju nearly double his size, making up for the difference in weight with the pair of brass knuckles clutched in his hands.

Izumi, handling herself even better than all the rest of them, towered over the unconscious bodies of two Senju. She wielded a crowbar that she had materialized from somewhere, keeping an unsurprisingly alarmed Senju at arm's length with calculated swings.

When Madara's gaze finally found Sasuke, it was just in time to watch as he got nailed across the back with a baseball bat, violently knocking him to the ground.

The wild haired Uchiha grimaced in sympathetic pain and in rage at the sight of his nephew being harmed in such a way. Fugaku was going to be pissed. He needed to finish up this fight with Hashirama quickly so he could get to Sasuke's aid.

After trading another blow with his opponent, his gaze was immediately drawn back to his nephew by an unfamiliar and feminine voice roaring, "Don't you touch him, you son of a bitch!"

Still having to focus on his fight with Hashirama, Madara's attention was divided. However, he was able to catch the sight of the strange pink haired woman laying a right hook into the face of the Senju who hit Sasuke. The man dropped his bat as he fell to the floor like a sack of hammers, unconscious.

Madara had enough time to be amazed and enough time to block a blow from Hashirama before he watched the woman heft up a barstool and whip it at another Senju like she had been created in a government lab for the sole purpose of knocking people unconscious with furniture.

'Holy shit,' his stunned mind produced immediately before his full focus returned to his own fight, 'Izumi wasn't kidding about her having a temper. At least Sasuke is in good hands.'

The battle royale continued for some time before being suddenly interrupted by the sound of police sirens outside.

Madara shoulder checked Hashirama into a chair, knocking him to the ground, while the brunet was distracted. He placed two fingers against his own lips, letting loose a piercing whistle that overpowered the chaos of the fighting and the whine of the police sirens outside. The rest of his MC, getting the message from his high pitched call, scattered and made their way towards the various exits, abandoning their fights.

The Senju did the very same, although most made a run towards the front doors along side a few Uchiha in a brief moment of armistice, intent on retrieving their bikes before the cops got ahold of them. Neither side was scared to fight the cops and neither side was frightened of prison but neither side was willing to lose their bikes to the pigs.

Madara lingered behind for a moment, making sure that the rest of his family escaped. It was then, as his eyes flicked across the bar to see if anyone had been left behind, that he spotted Izuna and Tobirama still duking it out, neither one of them phased by the appearance of the police. It was obvious they would continue to fight until they got arrested.

The Uchiha MC's president jolted forward, grabbing his brother by the neck of his cut and dragging him towards the back door, breaking apart his fight with Tobirama. When he kicked open the door, the sudden rush of clean, crisp air into Madara's lungs was like a drug, adding to the high of the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Madara shoved his brother towards his bike, Izuna stumbling but not falling as the elder Uchiha mounted his own iron horse.

"I had him, you asshole!" Izuna yelled, straddling his own bike.

"What you had was a second strike, you fucking idiot! Get home!" Madara screamed back, kicking up the kickstand as he prepared to follow Izuna.

He noted Itachi and Shisui lingering in the darkness of the lot, both having remained behind to make sure their president and vice president didn't get arrested.

He turned the key to his bike, the engine roaring to life and bringing with it another rush of excitement. As his bike purred beneath him, the vibrations of the idling engine promising the speed that was to come, he caught sight of the blond stranger from before.

He watched in baffled amusement as the six foot blond sprinted across the dirt lot behind the bar and leapt over the back fence like a fucking show horse only to face plant into the dirt. Madara cackled loudly as the stranger hopped up and sprinted off into the darkness, the sound of his flip flops slapping his heels audible even over Madara's bike.

That dumbass was getting arrested tonight for sure.

Just as his hand settled on the throttle to take off into the night, the feeling of someone leaping onto the back of his bike startled him. He whipped around with the intention of elbowing the cop dumb enough to get on his bike but was shocked to see the pink haired sundress girl perched on the back of his bike.

Her eyes, pupils blown out from the excitement of the fight and the chase, met his in alarm as she yelled over the sound of his engine, "What are you waiting for!? Go!"

Before he had time to make a decision on this strange girl hitching a ride on the back of his bike, he spotted two cops stumble out of the door they had exited from and make eye contact with him.

Madara barely heard the cries of "Freeze!" as he twisted the throttle on his bike and rocketed out of the lot with a spray of dirt and the screaming of his engine.

As he flew out of the lot and onto paved road, his bike got the traction it needed to pick up speed. As he was familiar with the darkened mountain paths that lead towards the secluded bar they had been at, he brought his bike well above triple the speed limit in seconds.

He could see red and blue lights in his mirrors as he flew down the dark road, chasing after the running lights of his brothers ahead of him. The sound of the sirens was inconsequential against the sound of the engine of his bike.

As they reached a fork in the road, he watched as some of the MC members bolted down either side. The wild haired male chose the path that would lead to the freeway, reaching the entrance in record time. He flew around cars stopped at the stoplight leading to the entrance to the freeway, bolting onto the ramp and rocketing onto the six lane highway. He weaved between vehicles easily, finally able to really let loose on the flat ground and recently repaved highway.

His foot pulled up on the shifter, the engine screaming and then calming as he went through each gear in seconds. He didn't even have to look down at his speedometer to know he was easily going over a hundred and twenty miles per hour, the feeling of speed familiar enough to gauge how fast he was going instinctually.

His eyes squinted against the blast of hundred mile per hour air as his mind focused on plotting a course between the cars that appeared to be parked on the freeway with how fast he was riding.

The strange woman clung to him as they flew down the freeway, them easily outrunning the cops that trailed behind them. Her dainty arms were wrapped tightly around him, one of her hands clutching what appeared to be a tiny purse. Her other hand fisted in his shirt at his side. Her fingernails scratched against his already hypersensitive skin, nearly distracting him from the road.

Madara could feel the tight muscles in the woman's thighs as her legs cradled his own. Her chest was pressed flat against his back, her sitting as close to him as she possibly could. Her head was pressed between his shoulder blades and beneath his hair which he knew flew out behind him at these high speeds. He knew that she could feel his gun pressed against her stomach with how she was pressed against him and hoped she remained as calm as she was.

She could easily kill them both with a wrong move at these speeds.

The adrenaline pumping through his veins, the rush of outrunning the cops and nearly topping the speedometer on his bike, and the feeling of this beautiful warrior woman clinging to his body was a deadly combination. He wondered if she could feel his heart pounding with her hands on his chest.

Once he got out of the sight of the police in pursuit of him, he took the next exit. He flew onto the backroads, traveling up a deserted and wooded hill towards where he knew a safe house was tucked away. He couldn't take the strange woman he had picked up after a bar brawl home after all but he figured that if she was down to get into a fist fight with bikers than she would probably be okay with laying low for a little bit.

Passed that and escaping the cops, he had no plans.

Madara slowed down and came to a stop at the top of a hill which overlooked the freeway. He flipped off the lights and turned off the engine, his eyes flicking across the brightly lit freeway, searching for the police.

The sudden silence after hearing nothing but the roar of his engine and the wind for the chase was nearly deafening. It took a moment for his ears to pick up the sound of crickets and the distant wail of sirens.

He could still hear the cops but he couldn't see them. If their radio had gotten ahead of him and they discovered he had gotten off the freeway, he would have to take off again and quickly.

When the Uchiha finally saw the cops, flying down the freeway towards where they thoughts he was, he huffed out a laugh and grinned rakishly. He had gotten away yet again.

His heart was still racing in his chest and he drew air into his lungs in short, heavy bursts. He felt like laughing aloud. He lived for nights like these! He felt like he was really alive, his blood singing in his veins from the fight and from the thrilling police chase!

'Oh, but I have a passenger, don't I?' He realized suddenly as the woman's hand unfisted from his shirt, skimming along his side almost sensually as she pulled away from him.

Feet still flat on the ground, he turned to face her, his heart still pounding in his chest. His eyes ran across her form, taking her in.

Her chest was heaving, her petite breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths. Her sundress was splattered with blood and her knuckles were bruised, ruining her innocent image. The skirt of her dress nearly hung around her waist, the wind from the ride having dragged it up and giving him a glimpse of her now revealed panties. Her hair, once artfully pinned up, was now wild from the fight and from the ride.

She was violently beautiful, like a valkyrie come down from Valhalla itself.

He parted his lips to speak but before he could say a word, she surged forward and kissed him.

His final thought before he gave into her and the rush wasn't even a coherent sentence but rather an animalistic noise of approval and desire.

Madara responded immediately, meeting the woman's near frenzied kisses with equal fervor. Her hands grasped at the sleeves on his shirt and the leg of his pants as she leaned over to get closer to him. He became frustrated with the odd angle quickly, deciding without thought that she needed to be closer to him.

Without breaking their heated kiss, he turned as far as he could and slipped his hand beneath her thighs. She happily followed his movements, already anticipating what they both wanted, as he easily lifted her slight form and deposited her onto his lap.

Her arms wrapped around his neck instinctively, stabilizing herself and pressing herself against him. Her skirts pulled up even higher, exposing her even more, as her legs spread to accommodate him at the apex of her thighs.

With their kiss now unhindered, their lips moved against one another's easily and passionately. He could taste the fruity sweetness of her chapstick although it was nearly overpowered by the lingering taste of tequila.

In a show of initiative that excited him, she ran her tongue across his lower lip. Not one to be outdone, he nipped the tip of her tongue playfully. He smirked at her surprised gasp, his gloved hands sliding up her thighs and across her exposed rear as her fingernails dug into the leather of his cut.

Her parted lips returned to his, the pink haired woman nearly purring in satisfaction as the Uchiha's tongue pressed between her lips. As their kiss escalated, tongues sliding against one another, his hands continued their wandering. Even with his gloves on, he could feel the curve of her rear and the dip of her waist. One of his hands retreated downwards to her ass, tugging her farther into his lap and flush against his pelvis, while the other continued its exploration upwards.

When his hand finally settled on her breast, she ground herself against his growing erection. He hummed in pleasure against her mouth, rewarding her with a bite to her lip and a returning grind against her core which drew a moan from her lips.

Without breaking their heated kiss, he leaned down to pin her against the gas tank of his bike. He felt as her legs splayed open even farther for him, her muscled thighs sliding against his ribcage. Her dainty hands clung to him and the handlebar of his bike for balance. His hands reached down to roughly drag up her skirts as he kissed her harder, her legs tightening around his waist and pulling him against her core. He ground down against her, drawing a breathy gasp from her, before breaking their kiss to sit up.

As Madara undid the buckle to his belt and zipped down his jeans to free his length, she reached down between them to roughly tug her lacy panties off to one side, stretching out the elastic and revealing her glistening entrance.

Now freed, he grabbed onto her hips with both gloved hands and ground his pulsing length against her folds. His cock twitched in arousal as he felt how wet she was already and how her slickness easily coated the underside of his shaft. Her nearly pained sounding moans as he rubbed against her clit, how she arched against him, seeking more friction against her sensitive nub, and how her fingernails dug into his forearms filled him with even more need.

Unwilling to hold back any longer, he aligned himself with her sopping entrance and sheathed himself within her in one long thrust. He let out a shuddering breath as a broken groan left her lips. He marveled at the feeling of her incredibly tight passage squeezing him as her toned legs wrapped around his waist once again.

The Uchiha pulled out of her slowly, nearly removing himself entirely, before filling her once again with a smooth, deep thrust. The gasp of pleasure that came from her drew him back down to her where he kissed her roughly.

His partner responded immediately, kissing him back with equal passion as she canted her hips to better accept his quickening thrusts. His fingers dug into the sensitive skin of her hips, holding her down against his bike as he set a faster pace. Her fingernails clawed at his back and shoulders as she hung onto him, undoubtedly leaving crescent shaped marks on his cut and skin.

Finding it difficult to truly focus on the woman beneath him while having to keep his bike steady, he broke their kiss to sit up once again. With his feet still flat against the ground, keeping his bike upright, and in this new position, he was able to give her his full attention.

His hands still gripping her hips, he pulled her closer to him and into a better position for him to set a maddening pace. He tilted his hips so that he would press against her clit with each thrust, pleasuring her further. As she groaned under his assault, her hands gripping his thigh and the handlebars of his bike to steady herself, one of his hands drifted upwards.

Without altering his pace, the wild haired man deftly flicked the straps of her dress off of her shoulders so he could pull down her dress, exposing her dainty breasts. He watched as her breasts jolted with his hard thrusts, arousal growing even farther. His gloved hands cupped one of her supple globes, squeezing, before pulling back to pinch her rosy nipple.

She moaned out in pleasure, arching her spine so she could meet his thrusts as well as press her breast into his wandering hand. He marveled at how stunningly sexy she was, taking his thrusts and wandering hands and searching for more.

She surprised him when she grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand, using him as a lever to pull herself high up into his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands immediately grasping her rear to steady her. Her feet searched for purchase on his bike and, once she found it, she wasted no time in beginning to ride him.

He groaned low in his throat as she bounced in his lap, grinding herself against his hips with each downward thrust. As she used his body to find her own release, the fingertips of one of his hands hooked around her panties and pulled them even farther to the side.

She continued to ride him roughly, her grasp on his shoulders tightening as her moans turned into breathy gasps of ecstasy.

Incredibly turned on by her taking control, Madara rewarded her by sinking his teeth into her exposed neck. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, her pace faltering for a moment before resuming even quicker. He roughly sucked on the bite mark he had left, drawing a bruise to the surface, before soothing the wound with his tongue. Her hand fisted in his hair, holding his mouth to her throat and drawing a groan from him as she tugged at his locks.

Taking the hint, he moved farther down her neck and repeated the same treatment, drawing a ragged groan from the woman fucking him.

He hoped to god that she'd remember him by the bruises he was leaving on her because sweet lord this woman was a goddess. He needed to do something to make this woman his, even if it was just marking her.

Madara felt as she neared her finish, her walls tightening around him. She cried out in bliss as she came around him, her pace faltering. Her walls fluttered around his swollen member, drawing a groan of pleasure from him as well. She continued to ride him, her suddenly dripping wet opening nearly sucking him in with its spasming. His gloved fingers dug into her ass as he met her bouncing with his own jostling thrusts, each slam of his pelvis against hers drawing a moan from her.

Feeling his own orgasm coming with the tightening in his stomach, he pulled her roughly onto him in one final, deep thrust. Pressed as far into her heat as he could get in this position, he moaned deep in his chest and emptied himself into her clenching passage. He rocked his hips against her as he finished filling her, drawing little gasps from her as he teased her clit.

She immediately sagged against him, panting in his ear. He released his rough grip on her ass, instead gently cradling her as he to panted against her neck.

Just the thought of her, still penetrated by him and filled with his cum after having ridden him to completion on his bike was enough to send the blood right back to his member. He could feel himself hardening again, still pressed deeply within her folds, and knew he simply had to have her again.

But...

Madara adjusted her in his arms so he could pull out of her slowly, not wanting to screw her in this wide open road again. She whimpered in pleasure as he slowly slid out, nearly convincing him to slam back into her again.

"Your name?" He panted against her neck, rocking his hips against her so she could feel his once again hardening erection against her clit.

"S-ah!" She moaned in surprise, twisting her hips to find her pleasure, "Sakura..."

"Sakura, hmm...? You're coming with me," he decided, grinding himself against her more roughly. He could feel her wetness dripping onto his member and had to restrain himself from abandoning his inhibitions and fucking her again right then and there.

Instead, he tugged her lacy underwear back into place, or at least as well as he could. He adjusted in his seat, bringing them both forward so he could get back into a decent riding position. He blinked a few times, finally coming back to his senses and the deserted road around him.

"What-mmmnn okay…" Sakura breathed against his neck before asking, "What's your name?"

"Madara," he answered simply, hand already turning the key to his bike. He knew of a safehouse just down this road that he planned on spending the rest of the night fucking this woman at.

He barely caught her gasp, as if she had recognized his name, before the roar of his bike drowned out all other sounds. He briefly wondered if she knew who he was before his pondering was cut short by her wandering hand drifting down his chest.

Madara would find out later, he decided as he turned the throttle much more softly than when their ride earlier began. He walked his bike forward as he slowly picked up speed before finally pulling his feet up when going fast enough for the bike to remain steady.

One of Sakura's arms wrapped around his neck to stabilize herself, her knees pulling up around his ribs to keep her feet away from the rear tire. Despite her cautiousness, however, one hand continued its exploration of his chest. Her wandering hand snuck up the front of his shirt, her deceivingly delicate looking fingers skimming across the hard plane of muscles of his chest and stomach.

He shivered as her fingertips traced the outlines of the muscles of his stomach and nearly groaned when her warm, soft mouth started to lavish attention onto his neck.

The Uchiha hit the throttle a little harder, determined to bring them to their destination faster. When the darkened outline of the familiar warehouse finally appeared, he nearly cheered. Finally, closer to once again joining with this minx of a woman teasing him.

He pulled up underneath the tree line surrounding the warehouse on three sides, just in case the police bothered to send out a helicopter to chase the outlaws down. The last thing he needed was to not only get arrested again but to get one of the MC's safe houses taken.

He shut off his bike and forced down the kickstand with his foot before wrapping her arms underneath Sakura's rear. He stood from his seat on his bike, easily lifting her as well. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, her exploring hand returning to find purchase around his shoulders. As he carried her towards one of the side doors leading into the warehouse, his boots crunching against the gravel beneath his feet, her kisses and nips against his neck didn't cease.

When Madara reached the door, he pressed Sakura against it, grinding himself roughly against her core for her teasing. She gasped, pulling away from his neck and giving him the opportunity to press their lips together again. As he kissed her roughly, tongues immediately meeting once again, his frazzled brain attempted to remember the code to open the electric lock on the door.

His hand pawed at the buttons on the lock, his brain uselessly cycling through the hundreds of passcodes the MC used.

East side, outskirts of Konoha. Began with a three. Got this warehouse in July, second number… six? No, seven. Person who found it for the MC was Obito so third number was…

Sakura bit his bottom lip, his thoughts blanking like someone pulled the plug on his mind.

When he came back to himself, his first thought was, 'Fuck, why did they lock anything?'

Okay, it had to be… Three six… three four.

The jarring sound of an incorrect code buzzed at him.

Three seven three four...

Incorrect beep. Goddamnit.

Sakura tightened her legs around his waist, rubbing herself against his already hard member. He sighed against her mouth, pinning her roughly against the door with his hips and grinding himself against her heat.

Fucking three seven four four.

The lock on the door chirped at him, flashing green, before the sound of the door unlocking followed.

Even with the door now unlocked, it took a moment for Madara to gather the desire to open it. Grinding against and kissing this woman against it seemed like such a good plan, especially with her clawing at him and moaning like she was doing.

The fantasy of ripping off all of her clothes and fucking her on a couch finally pooled his determination. He hooked an arm underneath her once again, hoisting her into his arms, as his free hand popped open the door. After carrying her inside, he kicked it shut behind him, hoping that the door locked itself. After all, he'd hate to get arrested for some woman but, sweet lord, it just might be worth it with what she was doing to him.

As the raven haired man walked through the wide open warehouse, the automatic lights flicked on, illuminating dozens of motorcycles in various stages of disarray. Some were nothing but a frame, surrounded by boxes of parts, some were fully pieced together and road ready, while others sat somewhere in the middle.

He passed right by them all, intent on reaching the office on the other side of the building. He internally thanked whatever gods pitied him that there wasn't a lock on this door as he pushed it open with his foot. He didn't bother with the lights in the office, the ambient lighting from the floodlights in the warehouse illuminating this room just fine.

Finally reaching his destination, a large black leather couch, he dropped to his knees on one of the cushions and deposited her onto the length of the couch. She did a little bounce, her exposed breasts bouncing with her.

"Hey!" Sakura growled at him, her expression irate as she glared up at him cutely.

Madara just smirked in response, his eyes dragging across her from top to bottom as he admired her sex tossled form. Her lips were kiss swollen and her eyes were wild. She had a couple wicked looking bruises decorating her neck, given to her by his teeth and mouth. Her dress was tangled around her waist, covering nothing. Her soaking wet panties, the elastic stretched out and nearly useless, barely covered her core.

He wanted to see more of her.

Still smirking, he leaned down to cage her against the couch with his arms. He kissed her roughly, her responding equally in turn. Her hands drifted underneath his shirt once again, her palms smoothing up the plane of muscle before she dragged her fingernails down his skin. He shivered, his member twitching, and bit her lower lip.

He sat up, drawing a dissatisfied whine from his partner, before commanding, "Flip over."

Sakura happily followed his instruction, flipping around while twisting her hips sensually for him. His gloved hands smoothed across her exposed ass and up her sides, slipping underneath her tangled dress and pulling it towards her neck. She grasped the edges of the cloth, pulling it the rest of the way off and dropping it onto the floor, immediately forgotten.

He reached underneath her to squeeze her breasts as a reward, pinching and rolling her nipples with his gloved fingertips. She moaned as he tweaked her sensitive nubs, rubbing her barely clothed opening against his erection. He pulled back, hands dragging across her bare skin. One hand settled between her shoulder blades, gently pressing her chest against the cushions, as the other settled against her hips, lifting her ass into the air. She obeyed with a quiet groan, spreading her knees farther as well.

He pulled away from her, fingertips slipping under the waistband of her cum soaked panties. He pulled them down her thighs, her lifting her knees so he could pull them off of her. He tossed the strip of stretched out cloth behind him, his eyes glued onto her exposed openings.

One gloved hand settled onto her ass cheek to spread her wider as he took her in. The sight of her deep pink labia and her glossy wet, sex swollen opening dripping his milky cum made his cock twitch in pleasure. Her hairless asshole promised even greater pleasures in the future, his thumb brushing across her tight, untouched hole teasingly. She gasped breathily in response, her hips tilting up towards him.

Madara brought his hand to his mouth so he could rip off his glove with his teeth. He dropped it, not caring where it landed.

His bare hand reached for Sakura's cum soaked entrance, his now bare fingers rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit. She whimpered, her hips shaking as she spread her legs wider for him.

As he watched his seed seep out of her reddened entrance, her passage twitching from the pleasure he was giving her, he briefly thought he should have used protection. Too late now. Might as well enjoy it.

He slipped two fingers into her, his digits easily sliding into her soaking hole. She keened in pleasure, her walls rhythmically squeezing his fingers, as he thrust in and out of her. Wanting to feel her around his member instead of around his fingertips, he slipped his fingers out of her, a trail of glossy cum connecting them.

He rubbed his slick fingers around the head of his pulsing length, preparing himself for her this time. He grasped himself in one hand, using the head of his member to tease her clit. She rocked her hips against him, rubbing herself against his hardness.

"Ah-ah," the Uchiha scolded, pulling away from her with a grin and drawing a low cry from her throat.

"Ahh, don't tease me," she whined, presenting herself to him.

He teased Sakura's opening by slowly dipping just the head of his length into her. Her high keens just encouraged him, his gloved thumb rubbing her tight rear opening as he thrust just a little deeper into her, slowly coating his member in their fluids.

"Ah, gods! Just fuck me!" She demanded, her hands clenching at the cushions as she tried to press back against him.

"Since you asked so nicely…" he hummed, plunging into her with one smooth, long thrust.

She cried out in pleasure, her passage squeezing around him tightly, as he began to thrust into her roughly, grabbing onto her hips and setting a quick pace immediately. He moaned low in his throat as he sunk into her deeper than before. In this position, he could feel the head of his cock slamming against her soft inner barrier with each thrust.

As Madara slammed into her, he reached towards her mouth, pressing his still cum soaked fingers against her lips. She opened her lips immediately, accepting his digits into her mouth and laving them with her tongue. He hissed in pleasure, his still gloved hand reaching down to grasp her shoulder so he could lean over her and thrust into her even harder. She moaned and hummed around his fingers, spreading her knees even wider for him.

He pulled his now clean fingers out of Sakura's mouth with a pop, dragging them down her neck and chest. He stopped briefly to roughly pinch her nipple before continuing southward and settling on her clit. He drew rough circles against her most sensitive organ, immediately drawing loud moans from her which she muffled against the cushions.

She braced her hands against the arm of the couch so she could meet his thrusts, each breath she took a pleasured gasp now. Her groans grew louder and more wild as he pounded into her and played with her clit, bringing his own pleasure to a peak.

When she came with a cry, her opening somehow getting wetter and clenching around his unyielding length, he could feel his release welling up quickly. He pulled his hand away from her clit to grab onto her hips with both hands and fuck her hard, their skin slapping together and her groans wild as he dragged out her orgasm.

Pulling Sakura roughly against him, and thrusting so deeply into her that the head of his cock pressed flush against her deep inner barrier, Madara came inside her again. His hips twitched as he emptied himself deeply within her in spurts.

Once finished, his grip on her hips loosened and he leaned over her, panting and pressing sex delirious, affectionate kisses along her bare shoulders.

After a few long moments, the only sound being them catching the breath, she finally spoke.

"Where…" Sakura started, swallowing her pants before she continued, "Where are we?"

"Nowhere you need to worry about..." the Uchiha hummed into her ear before kissing one of the bruises on her neck, "All you need to know is that it's where you'll be spending the night with me."

He nipped at the junction between her neck and shoulder before soothing the spot with his tongue. She groaned in agreement, squeezing herself around his still half hard length and pressing herself back against him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from the Uchiha.

"Anywhere more comfortable than this couch?" she breathed sensually, moaning softly as he rolled his hips against hers.

He grinned against her neck.