The music thrums through her, changing the beat of her heart to match the rhythm of the song. She needs this night, work has been stressful to put it nicely. Sakura watches as Ino dances with her newest object of affection, Sai. Hinata and Naruto sit in a booth behind her just chatting, kindling the newly found relationship. She has felt eyes on her since she entered the club, but hasn't yet dared to make eye contact with whoever is burning a hole through her skull as she downs the last of her third vodka soda that evening.

Ino finally stopped taking no for an answer to all the attempts to get Sakura out of the house since the whole "Sasuke Incident." Ino picked out Sakura's outfit. A white, deep cut boat neck tank top with a black harness bra, a pair of destroyed back jeans and black chunky heeled booties. Sakura's shoulder length hair, straightened. She feels out of her element, having not been to the club in many months and every time she came she was with Sasuke.

Done, over with, no more thinking about Sasuke. You're starting a new chapter of your life. Explore your options. "Don't come home until you get laid! Seriously, I took your keys." Ino had told her when she first got here. That bitch.

"Sakura! C'mon dance with me!" Ino's screech breaking her from her thoughts, dragging her onto the dance floor. Sakura doesn't bother to protest, she is feeling rather excitable now that that liquor hit her system. Ino quickly presses her bottom against Sakura, gyrating and bouncing to the beat. Sakura falls into step with her blonde counterpart, wrapping her hand around her hip, pushing herself into Ino to stay connected as she finds her rhythm. The bass line making her spine vibrate and drown out everything other than this moment, having the most fun she's had in years. After several song changes they decide to take a breather at the bar and replenish the water dancing forced them to sweat out.

"You doing a shot with me, forehead?" Ino holds up two fingers to the bartender.

"Sure, Pig." The tequila shots are placed in front of them and added to their tab for the evening. As Sakura makes quick use of the small bit of alcohol she sees a figure move next to Ino, opposite of her.

"Hey, blondie. Can I buy you a drink?" the man was unbelievably tall and has his silver hair slicked back.

"No thanks." her snarky attitude apparently only faned this man's fire.

"Oh, c'mon baby, don't be that way. We can have a real good time together." the silver haired man gets a little closer, touching her backside.

"I said no, asshole. Get your hands off me." Ino pushes him away, only to have him attempt to close in on her.

"You, bitch." His hand begins to reach out to Ino, but before his connection is made, a powerful fist lands on his left cheek, sending him to the ground and knocking a few barstools to the ground with him.

"She said no." Sakura spat out at him, cracking the knuckles of her hand that she is sure is sprained at the very least.

"Hidan. Out." A booming, yet monotone voice calls out from behind the women. Hidan lifts himself off the floor, hand cupping his jaw as he walks away, muttering something about a power hungry, money grabbing asshole.

"Kisame, see to it that both of our interruptions are removed." The large, commanding hand of an almost shark like looking man wraps itself around her bicep.

"Alrighty, you heard the boss. Let's get you out of here, please don't make this harder than it has to be. I don't want to manhandle you." His sharp tooth grin sends shivers down Sakura's spine. His looks alone are definitely enough to make her listen. His tall, almost overly muscular figure and deep, gruff voice can make anyone obey.

"Actually, she's with me, Kisame. Don't worry, I'll make sure she stays out of trouble for the remainder of the evening." Sakura turns to the man behind her, whose hand is on the shark's shoulder. His hair is ink black and wild, falling down past his waist. The sleeves of his half unbuttoned, burgundy are rolled to his elbows and fitted to his muscular biceps, showing off the veins protruding from his forearms. The expensive Cellini Rolex, accentuating the width of his palms.

"I'm not getting this taken out on me when Kakuzu finds out you let her stay. That bastard always finds out." Kisame sighs loudly, pinching the bring of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes. Yes. Now, shoo." Kisame releases her arm to turn and walk back to his station near the entrance. Sakura's eyes never left Madara's, neither sparing the bouncer a glace.

"Why did you do that?" She crosses her arms, raising her eyebrow.

"I can't say I've ever seen such a display of raw strength out of such small, unintimidating woman." His eyes flash with something primal.

"Well, um… thanks? I guess. I think that was a compliment." Sakura crosses her arms, bringing her thumb to her mouth to chew on the nail.

"Take it however you like. My interest is peaked and I would like to steal a bit of your time." Sakura opens her mouth to protest and is quickly cut off. "Think of it as payment for saving your ass."

"Fine. Lead the way Dark Knight." She rolls her eyes at the growing cheshire smirk on his face. Madara takes her hand, pulling her towards the back of the club and down a dimly lit red hallway with various black doors. The loud club music is now barely a whisper, the sound of her blood pumping through her veins gives her tunnel finally stop at the last door on the right, the smell of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey burns her nose. He holds the door open, gesturing her to enter. "Well, this is… ominous. I don't even know your name" Walls covered in dark grey, a navy U-shaped couch in the center of the room, and a few matching chairs in the corner. The lighting is almost nonexistent, making everything feel more… intimate.

"Madara. If you are uncomfortable we can go back. I just find it a hassle to speak over the music." Madara's eyes bore into her back as she slowly walks towards the couch, her eyes shifting, taking in her new surroundings.

"Sakura. No, no. It's okay. If you murder me I can get out of my student loans." she chuckles, plopping down on the middle cushion and slipping her feet from her shoes

"Hmmm… student loans. So, what are you a student of?" Madara takes a seat next to her, just close enough to make Sakura want to move away a bit.

"Medicine. I'm just a nurse right now, but I just completed my masters so I only have oooooh about 4 more years plus residency." Sakura looks into her hands, the grueling process weighing heavily on her mind.

"Pediatrics?" His eyebrows furrow in question.

"Surgery." This makes his eyes widen a bit. A bit shocked since she doesn't seem the type to handle blood very well. "I think I would be more useful in the OR room than in a clinic or office. "

"That's quite noble of you. You know, that only makes you more attractive. I can't say i've ever seen hair like this." He moves a little bit closer, taking a stand on her hair in between his fingers. He brings the hair to his nose, breathing in her scent. She smells like vanilla and bergamot, it's intoxicating, making him dizzy with lust.

"Let's stop talking about me." Sakura feels a firm hand tuck her hair behind her ear as she looks down into her lap bashfully, from the intense eyes focused on her.

"No, I think i'd like to talk about you some more. For example, do you have a boyfriend, Sakura?" He twirls the pink lock between his fingers.

"I-I don't. Tonight I was brought out to put myself back on the market… or something like that." Sakura's breath hitches in her throat at the feeling of Madara's strong hand grazing the side of her neck. She focuses all her energy on not throwing caution to the wind and giving into her lust induced trance. Nearly 6 months of celibacy has started to take its toll on her impulse control. His hand traces her jaw, lifting her head until his eyes met hers

"Don't be so bashful. You're sexy, don't act like you don't know that." Madara runs the pad of his thumb over her parted lips. He is pleasantly surprised when the feeling of Sakura's soft tongue meets his skin. She slowly takes the entire digit into her mouth, refusing to back down from the eye contact he initiated. Madara can feel himself grow hard in the confines of his trousers. She gives his thumb one long suck as she pulls it from her mouth, then leaving a kiss on his palm. "Minx." He pulls her onto his lap, her knees pressing firmly against his hips. They waste no time in meeting each other with eager kisses and roaming hands. Sakura breaks from the kiss long enough to peel her shirt from her body. Before she can meet his lips again Madara grips her waist, taking in her half naked form and in intricate harness covering her breasts. He sucks a breath between his teeth, digging his fingertips deeper into her skin, those are going to bruise. The warmth of her arousal pools in her stomach, making every touch feel like it's igniting a fire on her skin. Sakura's fingers begin to work on the buttons of his shirt while sucking a beautiful bruise to life on his neck, making sure he would remember her until it it faded. He grabs her jaw, pulling her to look him in the eyes.

"You're treading dangerous waters. If you don't want to go through with this tell me. Otherwise, i'm not stopping until your throat is sore from screaming my name." a moan escapes her lips at his words, making her impossibly wet. She leans down to him, taking his bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a tug before soothing the area with a gently flick of her tongue.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" with a growl Madara flips her onto her back, trapping her slim figure under his broad one. With a blink of an eye her pants are pulled from her body, the offending clothing discarded behind them somewhere. The feeling of her fingernails grazing his chest send a ripple of arousal to course through his body, making him purr under her ministrations. Her finger are met with the resistance of a few more buttons left abandoned on his shirt as she tries to travel lower. Pulling the two sides, she send the last few silver buttons flying in all directions as she is finally rewarded with what he has been hiding under the fabric. He is in peak physical condition, so much so Sakura let's out an audible "wow".

"This is my favorite shirt." Madara's hands travel up her body, one finding purchase in the hair at the nape of her neck.

"Bill me." she hisses through her teeth at the painful pleasure of having her hair pulled so hard. Madara's free hand begins to play with the hem of her panties, as the flat of his hand passes over her clothed slit he can feel exactly how ready she is for him already. She won't need any prep. The jingling of his belt buckle breaks him from his trance. She pulls him free from his boxer briefs, feeling satisfaction at the sight of him weighing heavy in her hand. He isn't overly large, but he is thick. Just enough to fill her completely and then some. Pushing her panties to the side, he explores her outer folds, collecting the arousal and smearing it onto his cock. Planting one forearm next to her head, he teases her slit a few times before pushing into her. Both letting out a moan from the new and intense sensation. He pulls himself almost out of her before pushing in a bit further than before, repeating the action until he is completely seated inside her. Her walls wrapping around his throbbing member like a vice.

"God, you're tight." Madara lets out a half chuckle, focusing on bringing himself back from the edge. He hasn't felt pussy like this is a long time. His free hand pulls the fabric covering her breast down, immediately latching onto the pink, hardened bud laying underneath. Sakura's moans grow louder as his thrusts begin to quicken. The coil inside her begins to tighten at the soft "fuck" Madara sighs out once he hits her inner barrier.

"Harder." on command he lifts up from her, throwing her legs over his arms and his hands holding her biceps down to the cushion at her sides, practically folding her in half, allowing him to reach that perfect spot inside her. Madara sets a harsh pace, pistoning in and out of her. Their moans and the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His name mixed with curses has become a mantra on her lips. The rhythmic tightening of her walls tells him that she is quickly reaching her peak, and forcing him to reach his faster than he would wish for. He was hoping to drag this out, but he decides he can do that in his bed. "Ma-dara, I-I cumming."

"Cum for me baby." With those final words Sakura throws her head back in a silent scream, she clenches down around him, fingernails dig into his forearms leaving halfmoon marks on him. He is sure they are bleeding. With the final pulse of her orgasm he reaches his own. Trying not to over stimulate her, he keeps his pace, milking himself into her while gently helping her ride the descent of her climax. "You're coming home with me."

The sun peaking through the window burns Sakura's eyes as she slowly brings herself to consciousness. She jumps up at the unfamiliar surroundings, before settling her anxiety as she recalls the events from the night before. If she didn't have a hangover she would feel great. She had never been so thoroughly fucked before. He was skilled in the bedroom, it made the sex with Sasuke seem stale and ridgid, it was. The bed is empty, but the sound of two males speaking in another room told her that he was still here. She looks across the room for her clothes, finding them neatly stacked on top of a chair in the corner.

That's really nice actually.

Finally dressed she makes her way out into the hall, following the voices. Suddenly, both voices sound familiar.

No. Fucking. Way.

"Sakura, did you sleep well?" Madara turns his attention from the other man. She covers her mouth with her hand, feeling nothing but rage fill her. The other man spins to face her.

"What the hell are you doing here, Sakura?"

"Really Sasuke? That's all you have to say to me?! REALLY?!" it takes everything in her not to strangle him where he stands.

"What did you do?" Madara raises his brow at his nephew.

"Ha! I found him and that skank in MY BED in MY APARTMENT! Couldn't even attempt some half assed apology. He just never spoke to me again. I had to burn my mattress and my sheets!"

Madara felt something strange inside him. He has felt frustrated with Sasuke before, annoyed, of course. He feels angry now. How could he treat a woman like that, this woman, like that. His hand grips onto the hair on the back of Sasuke's head, forcing it down into a bow. "Apologize." Sasuke wretches himself away from his uncle's grasp.

"No. Are you fucking my uncle, Sakura?! Tell me again who the skank is!"

"I didn't know he was your uncle at the time, but YEAH I GUESS. I. AM. Besides, this is different, i'm not cheating on anyone, Sasuke."

"Are you doing this to get back at me? You were always a spiteful little bitch." Sasuke hisses. Madara decides his nephew needs a lesson and wipe the smug grin off his face. He wasn't sure what Sasuke had done to her, but he can feel Sakura begin to shrink inside herself, protecting herself from his venomous words.

"Now, now, Sasuke. Let's not go and get a big head. Mine and Sakura's sexual endeavors have nothing to do with you." Sasuke scoffs at his uncle.

"They have EVERYTHING to do with me. She is fucking your geriatric ass to get revenge."

"I can personally assure you that my ass, however geriatric, has spent the better part of…" Madara takes a pause to look at the watch on his wrist, "10 or so hours, seeing to it that she has thought of no one else, other than myself. So believe me when I say this, nephew, you weren't so much as fragment of a thought as I had her in my bed." Now nose to nose, eyes blazing against each other, Madara refuses to relent his stare. Sasuke is shorter than his uncle, making him all the more intimidating, as if the massive amount of muscle and tattoos didn't already do the job. The men are broken from their silent battle for domination by the slamming of the front door. Madara sighs, he didn't want to have to resort to finding/stalking her to get the contact he so desperately wants, but now he has no other option. "You WILL apologize, Sasuke. She deserves that. If you can not own up to your wrong doing then you are no man, just a jealous little boy. Now get out."