A/N: lolkinky. Once again, a product of Fallaelibia.

Magnetized

Chapter 3 - Tobi or Madara or Whatever

Power, Sakura thought. Maybe power is what I feel so allured to. Maybe Pein just wasn’t powerful enough. Ugh. I’m turning into some sort of reverse sexual megalomaniac here.

It was too hard to think further on the subject, though—too hard to think of anything, really—and Sakura decided to just focus on her next goal: the true leader of the Akatsuki.

While she was the prized apprentice of the Godaime Tsunade herself, Sakura didn’t have the complete knowledge of the classified information that passed between Jiraya and Tsunade; even when the Hokage was unattractively drunk, she didn’t tell Sakura much.

Except that one time.

That one time was when Sakura learned, before anyone else, before any of the ANBU or anyone, that Pein was the leader of the Akatsuki. After a nameless shinobi spirited her away to the Almighty HQ itself, though, there bred other revelations.

Tobi. Or Madara, really.

From what she could glean from hushed conversations between Pein and Konan, Tobi was the one from whom everyone really took orders. It wasn’t that hard to figure out, really, and she scoffed into the empty room she opened, empty like so many of them. Why hadn’t the rest of the Akatsuki figured it out yet?

Madara-Tobi was obviously good at hiding. Up and down the stairs, span the whole building and go back again, fourteen empty rooms and one empty spare closet.

She retreated forlornly back into the hallway and slumped against the wall, momentarily defeated. That terrible itching, burning, damn uncomfortable sensation wouldn’t go away without a fight, however. No sense waiting around in the hallway until she had no other choice but to—

“Looking for someone?”

Oh, great. Madara this time. Gah, this going to be a fight.

Now, then. Innocent expression. No! That would probably work better on Tobi, now that I think about it...

For the demon founder of the Uchiha Clan, maybe something more assertive was in order…yeah, that sounded right. Powerful men attracted to powerful females, right?

“As a matter of fact, I was looking for you, Uchiha. What on earth were you doing down here in the prison, dare I ask?”

He grinned terribly. “You are quite daring, aren’t you? What a spitfire you are. I was right to have you brought here.”

She smiled, seething inwardly. What am I, a choice cut of rump roast? Show some respect, you son of a Kyuubi. Ha. Kyuubi. That’s funny. Because he’s really part demon, too, and—Ah! No! Focus, Sakura, focus!

“Hmm…well, maybe I wanted to be brought here, Madara.”

He walked towards her, then, and began to circle her slowly, something akin to a lion stalking a gazelle. Well, if lions really hunted. In reality, it’s the lioness that does all the—Augh! Focus, dammit!

His footsteps slowed somewhat. “Wanted? You sure put up a fight when someone gives you something you want, if that was the case. Did you not have to be sedated for a week before you stopped trying to kill everyone in sight?” He chuckled darkly, and Sakura could already tell what was going on in his demented little brain.

Sakura smiled wider, grasping the opening. He paused, seeing the change in her demeanor, and allowed her to approach him, probably already knowing what she planned to do, maybe even why. He was a smart cookie when he wanted to be. With chocolate chips.

Mmm…chocolate. Too bad I don’t have any on hand. Or honey. And whipped cream.

“Maybe the sedative was just…” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “…to keep me from getting hold of just you.”

His eyes narrowed in a mock-thoughtful gesture. “Oh?”

“Oh, indeed. I’ve been watching you—wanting you—for a very long time, Madara.” My God, I sound like one of those women in those smut books. I guess it gets the job done, though, or it wouldn’t be considered cliché…

“Hn. So now that you have me in your clutches, what do you plan on doing to me?”

She pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side. “Oh…I could think of some things.”

“Humor me, then.”

She looked around at their surroundings. It was all so…prison-like. Gray stone walls, gray stone floor, gray stone cells…but look! Light gray metallic bars!

She sighed. “Well, it’s not exactly the best location to do this, but we’ll work something out here.”

He adopted an innocent look, the very same one used prior by Sakura herself. “Do what?”

She turned back to peer at him once more. “Oh, I think you know what I’m talking about,” she whispered.

She looked over at the wall not ten feet away from where they stood, entangled, an idea sparking inside her head.

"Hey, could you...find some chains anywhere?"

A drip of water echoed out into the empty space.

"...It was something I wanted to try."

Still silent, Tobi--Madara?--released her and walked into a small room, coming out shortly with a box in his arms. He set it on a nearby table and motioned for Sakura to come and look at its contents. Inside was a plethora of chains, shackles, and all sorts of lovely (kinky!) things, and Sakura couldn't wait to put them on...him.

Taking out a pair of wall shackles, she quickly sized it up and held it at an arm's length, trying to judge the best way to go about doing this.

Madara looked equal parts anxious and excited.

There was a blinding surge of desire when Sakura rubbed her thumb inside the cool metal cuff, and she damn near jumped the once-masked man, slamming him against the wall.

The breath left his lungs with an indignant “Oof!” He could have escaped her grasps easily if he’d thought she would harm him, but as it was, he just watched her warily.

She cuffed his hands above his head, chaining the shackles to a metal loop protruding from the wall. And then she was rubbing against him like a cat, a very deprived cat, frustrated with his shirt and ripping it off of him.

He shivered slightly at the first touch of cold. “You’re very—”

She abruptly stuck her hand down his pants.

“—exuberant,” he finished on a surprised squeak.

She growled, loving this feeling of dominance, loving the power she felt just by flicking her fingers over his nipples, pressing herself tight against him, mouth tracing tendons in his neck and his collarbone. She could see him straining, and when he started making appreciative purring noises low in his throat, she slid his pants off his hips.

“Diligent,” he muttered, pressing the back of his head against the cools tone floor. It was pretty cold in the dungeon, and Sakura couldn’t tell for which reasons he was shivering anymore.

Her fingers danced along his length, his pants still just below his hips, and she teased him to full attention, until he was tugging hard against the shackles and cursing her.

She only took him in her mouth once, because when she did, he jerked, gagging her in the process. But she hid it fairly well, and she used a mixture of her own saliva and his pre-cum to work him into a panting, whispering, hot frenzy.

She slicked her tongue along the underside and over the slit as she pumped the shaft with a fist, and when his groans started becoming more fevered, his incomprehensible words becoming just nonsense that she couldn’t understand for the life of her, she pulled away. Completely.

Madara was pissed.

Not wanting to feel his wrath and smiling like a madwoman all the way, she unshackled him, and as soon as she did, he threw her over his shoulder and then down on a nearby wooden table, all but tearing off her skirt and shorts.

She wondered if she should just walk around naked from now on.

There wasn’t a moment’s adieu, and he slipped a finger inside of her. She clenched instinctively around the intrusion, though she couldn’t say it was an unpleasant sensation. Quite the opposite actually.

The thumb of his other hand worked her clit, circling, pressing down hard sometimes and then barely brushing over it other times, and she found herself bucking into his movements, moaning on his name and completely relinquishing all of that former power that she’d felt.

He grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her until she was wrapped tightly around his waist. And when he slid in, rubbing his cock along the slit for good measure, she giggled.

And it was so odd, but the utterly fervent look on his face was completely worth it.

It was all limbs from there, because he just couldn’t keep his grip on one place on her for long, and he was going so hurriedly that he pulled out too far and slipped out sometimes, but it was well worth it, because he had to be the one.

He bent his head to kiss her, though, full on the lips, angling it in a way that made her feel heady and warm, and when he murmured something into her mouth, just as she felt that tension beginning to splinter and snap, just as he was about to finish, or maybe he already had, just when she was hitting that wonderful fucking point that she never wanted to leave, she heard it.

“Tobi likes Sakura.”

She came on a strangled cry of frustration. This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Madara, damn it, he had the attractive personality. Now she felt like she’d just…molested an eight-year-old or something!

Tobi was happily purring and nuzzling into her neck, brushing his nose just under her ear and nibbling occasionally on the lobe.

She pushed him off. She didn’t want to be mean, but now it was even worse. That utter drive to fuck, fuck, fuck every available man until one of them could satisfy her completely was making her angrier by the second.

“Tobi, I have to go.”

“But Tobi wants you to stay.”

“I have to go, Tobi. I have to—use the bathroom.”

He picked himself up off her and collected her clothes for her.

She couldn’t ever remember leaving a room as fast as when she had at that moment.