Commissioned by sweet @shyynobi for her Mada/Saku/Tobi fic, "You Are My Fate" (that you can read here!)!
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Rae, I want to say how much I enjoy reading your Nanowrimo Drabble and to express my admiration at your dedication and creativity in managing many prompts and pairings. Each one is unique and pleasure to read. If you're still accepting prompts, may I please request MadaraSakuraTobirama, prompts "reincarnation" that end in happy note, set in modern setting. Thank you beforehand.
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She sees fire when she meets them, fire and water and somany deaths all standing behind them that she turns and flees before logicalthoughts can catch up with her. By that time she’s a dozen streets away and shedoesn’t remember where she saw them in this strange city she knows so littleabout. It take months of accumulating to her new home and the area surroundingit before Sakura finds that same rundown park and sees them again.
They don’t see her that time, hidden as she keeps herselfbehind a copse of withered trees, but Sakura stays for as long as they do andsimply watches. Plain clothing and innocuous body language wouldn’t mark themas anything special to someone who didn’t know who they were. She knows. Whenshe looks at them she can see armor and war, fire and water clashing, blood andpain and dying breaths. To look at one is to fear the spinning patterned eyesthat exist no more and to look at the other is to wonder what became of theseals tattooed on to pale skin.
Neither of them are the men they once were, she tellsherself. In this life they are no more than she is. Human. There will be nofeats of superhuman strength and no controlling the elements with little morethan correctly shaping their hands together. Whatever life they lived beforehas nothing to do with this one. It doesn’t stop her fear.
Sakura visits the park sometimes just to watch them there,curious for hints of the men she had once been so afraid of as another versionof herself, yet all she ever sees is two men of middling class lounging on thesame park bench, side by side with their phones in hand and occasionallyengaging in quiet conversation. She wonders often what brings them here but ittakes nearly a year and a full turn of the seasons before finally she gathersthe courage to ask. When she approaches, however, their expressions are ananswer unto themselves.
“Finally,” one says, blowing an impatient huff that upsetsthe dark bangs framing his face.
“Did you get lost?” the other asks with a hint of dry humor.
Sakura swallows down her nerves and clears her throat. “Lost?What do you mean?”
“We’ve been waiting for you since the first time we methere. An interesting coincidence, to be sure, for all three of us to passthrough the same park at the same time. Madara and I have gotten to know eachother quite well as we waited.” Red eyes smile at her and she wants to comparethem to the color of all the blood he has spilled – but can she say she wasever any better?
“I…was afraid,” she admits. The words chafe and pull at herthorny pride but if she wants to understand what this is then honesty can onlyhelp more than it can hurt.
“What do we look like to you?” The other, Madara, asks.
After waiting a moment for context she can only shrughelplessly and shake her head, confused. He grumbles about repeating himself.
“You look like healing to us,” he says. “I see life when Ilook at you, so many lives and all of them touched in some way by your hands.Like you carry a light or something.” He doesn’t look very comfortable with thepoetic quality of his own words but a brush of the paler man’s hand keeps himcalm.
“I see death,” Sakura admits.
For a long time all they do is stare. She thinks for severalmoments that her answer must have disappointed them yet neither seem verysurprised. Eventually Madara blows at his bangs again and looks away withsometimes heavy and tired in his eyes. It’s the other man who hums as thoughher words have given him much to think about and meets her gaze withouthesitation.
“We’ll make a good balance, I suppose,” he says. Then as hehold out a hand he murmurs, “My name is Tobirama. Will you join us?”
Almost without thought Sakura nods. She joins them. Caughtup in the moment as she is, it won’t be until several years later that she willthink back to that day and take a moment to be grateful that she was braveenough to do so. The universe wanted the three of them to be together for onereason or another and, though they may never find the answer for why, Sakura supposesit doesn’t matter. Having these men who mean so much to her by her side isenough.
Pairing: MadaraSakuraTobirama
Word count: 996
Soulmate au: The one where your soulmate can temporarily relieve pain by kissing the wound
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KO-FI
Chapter 144: MadaraSakuraTobirama
Pain. The stinging burn of acid splashed across his arm, the throb in his side where his enemy’s blade had nearly pierced his liver, the hot scrape of air in his throat as his tired lungs begged for oxygen. His right leg screamed with every step as the muscle cramped around the three senbon sticking out just below his knee. It was possible he’d broken a few ribs as well, though if he stopped to check he would probably collapse here and never make it home.
Yet despite his laundry list of injuries Madara felt tired more than anything else. Home beckoned his leaden feet onwards, twin beacons of safety for his foggy mind to latch on to while the rest of the world faded with every passing minute. Home meant a bed and rest and more hands filled with more love than he ever thought he could deserve.
Right now he needed those hands. This entire stupid mission had turned belly up from the moment he left the gates. He should have listened to Hikaku and brought backup but hindsight was twenty-twenty and pride was always a bitch. All he could do now was limp onwards and dismiss the horrified looks from the guards at the gates while he turned himself down familiar streets, moving on naught but muscle memory. Fingers closed around the door handle of his front door before he even realized where he was and a whimper of relief escaped him.
The second he fell in through the doorway there were hands to catch him, sooth him, support him until his stumbling journey ended at last on a soft bed with covers he distantly realized they would have to throw out now. Blood was always so hard to get out once it dried. A bright wash of healing chakra broke through the haze and he smiled faintly, rolling his head to the side in search of pale skin to nuzzle up against.
“Isn’t that my job?” Sakura’s voice asked, an even mix of amusement and worry.
“You are more than welcome to join in,” Tobirama rumbled from just above where Madara’s nose was buried in his neck, all but drowning in the familiar scent. “From the looks of his injuries it will be better if we both work together anyway.”
“Sweetheart, you know I love to work with you.”
Madara smiled dreamily as he listened to their banter. The pain was still there but it seemed to matter less with his soulmates here with him, flirting back and forth like there was nothing wrong. As long as they kept that up he knew everything would be fine so he allowed himself to relax in to their care without worry.
“You still with us?” The question jerked him back to awareness from where he had almost slipped unknowingly in to dreamland. Madara turned his face up to reward Tobirama’s question with a light nod.
“Uh-huh.”
“Tired?”
“Hurts.” He tried to shrug but his limbs felt so heavy he wasn’t sure he even managed to move them.
Sakura chuckled lowly from his other side. “We can do something about that,” she offered.
The first press of soft lips made him gasp, for the unexpected gentle touch among so much pain and then for the way it felt as though a door closing between him and that burning agony, shutting it away in to a distant corner of his mind to leave him completely lucid for the first time in hours. He hadn’t quite caught his breath yet when he felt Tobirama shift and then chapped lips were blessing him with the same gift for another of his wounds. One by one his soulmates made their way down his body, peeling his clothes off as they went and leaving him bare to their affections.
Madara kept his eyes closed until at last he felt his muscles relax that last little bit they hadn’t been able to, completely pain free although he was still bleeding sluggishly all over the bedding. Truly the universe knew what it was doing matching the three of them together. It was a fault they all shared: they didn’t get injured very often but when they did it usually tended more towards the catastrophic and life-threatening.
“I could have done without,” he insisted, more because his pride demanded it than because he was actually upset that they had lessened his pain. Sakura and Tobirama gave matching snorts.
“Sure,” Sakura agreed mildly. “And we could have just bandaged you and left you to heal at a civilian pace.”
“Just shut up and let us save your life,” Tobirama said.
“Hmph. Fine.” Madara opened his eyes finally and made a show of rolling them up towards the ceiling, not deigning to look at either of them as he demanded, “Kiss me again.”
With a few amused grumbles about having already taken away the pain, both of them granted only a single chaste peck on the cheek. Then he glowered until they took turns drawing him in by the neck and taking his breath away, devouring him as a pleasant distraction to the way the other continued to work on his injuries.
Before too long he was drifting again but this time it was nothing but honest exhaustion and a sense of peace enveloping him here in the place he could be certain he was safe, where he could let his walls down for just a little while and nothing bad would happen – other than maybe a bit of light teasing when he inevitably made a fool of himself somehow.
“Falling asleep on us?” one of them asked. This close to unconsciousness he couldn’t tell which one.
“Mmhm.”
“We’ll still be here when you wake,” the same voice promised.
Madara fell asleep knowing that he would wake with his wounds healed and his body wrapped up in two others, free of pain even if they had to kiss it all away a hundred times over.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@suruchi11 My take on the request you ask for. Here’s hoping you like it because I’m more pleased than I thought I’d be with how it turned out.
Pairing: MadaraSakuraTobirama
Word count: 2895
Summary: They'd all agreed a long time ago that it was perfectly fine for Sakura to date them both. Now Madara's taken it in his head to tangle their web even further and it surprised him how easily the other two went along with it.
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It’s Our Paradise (And It’s Our War Zone)
“You can both go fuck yourselves.” While indeed still loud, Sakura’s voice wasn’t nearly close to top volume, which both of her lovers chose to take as a sign that she wasn’t nearly as upset as she was pretending to be. Tobirama tilted his head to one side in the way he always did when he didn’t understand why someone had rejected his proposal.
“Perhaps you’ve missed the point,” he mused. “The idea was for both of us to fuck you at the same time, not ourselves.”
“No I got the point, Tobirama,” she hissed.
From his spot on the couch - because only Uchiha Madara would be so crass as to have a couch in his bedroom, although he preferred to think of it as exotic - Madara leered back and forth between them and kept his silence, simply enjoying the show for now. His eyes traced the defensive shapes of Sakura’s body before trailing over to ogle Tobirama’s lean lines, both of them equally delightful visions before him.
“If you understood our offer then what is the problem?” Entirely disregarding the way her arms were crossed in a definite back off stance, Tobirama stepped closer to Sakura and leveled her with the intense stare which had first gotten her in to bed. It was the look of a scientist gazing at an unknown specimen he very much wished to disassemble - and oh all the ways that he had taken her apart.
“Look,” she grumbled, tellingly not backing away. “When we all agreed that I could date you both that was fine. You both know how much I love you, how much I want you. But fucking at the same time? You can’t be serious! Fitting you both in there at once is not an option and everyone knows that neither of you like to share.”
“Tobirama is right Lass, you did miss the point.”
Madara chuckled darkly when Sakura sent him a dark look, grinning to show her all of his teeth. Her sound of confusion was cut off by the pale hand of Tobirama’s that came up to trace her cheekbones, a reverent look in his eye. That look had been the one which enticed Madara in to conceiving the very idea of which they were now trying to convince her.
“Explain it then,” she growled between clenched teeth, fists clenching at her sides. Tobirama stepped a little closer, eyes wide as he appeared to inspect her. Sakura shivered knowingly under his gaze.
“One in the cunt,” Madara announced bluntly, “and one up the ass. You don’t have to take us both in the same hole, Lass. There’s other places we can fuck.”
“We talked about it and we made a plan.” Tobirama is ever so fond of plans.
“You...talked about it?”
Her voice betrayed her, faint and soft yet dangerously intrigued. Madara happened to know that seeing her two lovers be intimate with each other had always been a secret fantasy of hers. Considering the fact that they were rather famous for how much they didn’t get along, she could be forgiven for assuming that such a thing would never happen without the aid of a clone and a henge. Madara, however, was lately of the opinion that such aggression had great potential to translate well in the bedroom.
Maybe if they just fucked it out then they would stop hissing at each other every time they passed in the hallway.
Luckily Tobirama appeared to agree with his plan. When he’d first made the proposal the Senju had examined him from head to toe without a word, his analytical gaze catching on the erection growing inside Madara’s trousers. Then he had agreed with the closest thing to enthusiasm that Madara had ever seen on his face.
“You know how much I love to dominate you, Lass. As it turns out, your other beau there is quite curious to see how he reacts to being dominated himself. But we thought just a simple trial run would be best first rather than a…more involved scene.”
“Oh. Well.” Sakura let out a breathy sigh as Tobirama slowly ran his hands down her sides and framed her hips to pull her closer. “I guess that...changes things. It’s a good plan.”
Her voice had run straight passed breathy and dipped in to that husky tone that always came out when she was well and truly aroused, causing both of her lovers to smirk. Tobirama let his eyes slide over to where Madara was sprawled on the couch, one eyebrow lifting in suggestion. When Madara only waved his hand as though granting permission he was quick to take it, leaning down to crash his mouth against Sakura’s in a heated kiss.
She groaned against him, her fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and pull harshly to make him groan in turn. Her back arched under the hands that roamed her body, memorizing her every dip and swell for perhaps the hundredth time. Tobirama like to touch and Sakura had spent hours splayed out across his sheets while he hovered above her, examining, tracing, tasting. The building up was absolutely incredible and it usually ending with her tossing him down and riding him messily to an equally satisfying completion.
Reality slipped away from the both of them as their clothes gradually fell off piece by piece and they almost seemed to forget their surroundings until Madara’s voice caused them both to startled.
“Spread your legs, Lass, and let him eat you. I want to watch you tremble and try to keep standing as he brings you to peak.”
He spread both arms out over the back of the couch and smirked as they both looked at him in faint surprise. Then he was gratified to watch Tobirama slowly lower himself on to his knees and nudge the insides of Sakura’s ankles. She bit her lip and kept eye contact with Madara as she obeyed, gasping openly at the first touch of a hot tongue to her swollen clit.
It was so much hotter than any of them could have imagined, Madara sitting on the sidelines and directing their every move with short, clipped demands. Rather than seem bothered by any of it, Tobirama appeared to flourish under the older man’s slight control. His eyes found Madara’s just as often as Sakura’s did and his gazes were filled with just as much heat as he bent all of his considerable skill to reducing the woman in his arms to nothing but a gibbering mess.
What felt like eternity had passed before Madara finally joined them, instructing a trembling Sakura in a firm tone to wait on the bed before catching the back of Tobirama’s head and dragging him in an absolutely filthy kiss. He dominated the other’s mouth, relishing the surge of triumph when Tobirama allowed him to do so without a fight.
“Disrobe me,” he growled after they had finally separated. Tobirama obeyed.
Madara’s clothing fell to the floor at the same unhurried pace that Sakura’s had as Tobirama took the time to worship each new inch of skin reveal. By the time the older man was nude Tobirama was kneeling at his feet with his mouth sucking a light hickey in to the pale skin of his hip.
“That’s nice but it would be much nicer somewhere else.” Without preamble he took a fistful of Tobirama’s hair and dragged his head over until it was pressed against his stiff cock. “Suck,” he demanded.
And Tobirama did. From her spot on the bed Sakura watched with her lips parted in unrestrained awe as Tobirama swallowed Madara’s cock down without complaint, sucking at it with as much enthusiasm as he had eaten her out with. Had she not known that he’d never been with a man before she might have thought he’d done this dozens of times already. Madara especially seemed to appreciate his efforts, cooing over how good he was being and stroking the markings on his white cheeks.
Despite how he obviously desired to cum right then and there, Madara generously decided to grant Tobirama mercy and guided the man away without asking him to swallow any bitter liquids on his first attempt. Instead he directed him to go join Sakura on the bed. As soon as he had joined their feminine lover Tobirama seemed to forget that he was supposed to be taking the lead from another, prowling over top of her and nuzzling the skin between the breasts.
Sakura might have protested if she had been able to concentrate but after watching the scene which had just laid itself out in front of her she was so worked up that every touch felt like fire. When she felt a hot tongue lap at her sensitive nipples she raised her hands above her head and grasped the wooden slats of the headboard in vice-like grips. The wood groaned and creaked under her grasp but she hardly noticed, already needy for another orgasm.
“Now now, it isn’t polite to rush ahead. Bad boy, Tobirama.”
Both of them cried out as Madara jerked Tobirama’s head up by the hair yet again, guiding him upright to sink his teeth in to the side of the man’s neck. A shudder wracked Tobirama’s form and he let out a whine.
“In case you failed to notice, I was busy,” he protested in a voice caught halfway between pleasure and annoyance. Madara snorted.
“You are whatever I say you are right now. And I say you’d better plant your ass against that headboard or else you can fucking leave.”
Beneath them both, Sakura writhed. Having a lot more experience with the scenes Madara liked to create, it was much easier for her to predict exactly what was about to happen just from that one simple order. She could feel her already wet center growing wetter at the mere thought.
Had she really almost denied herself this pleasure? What a stupid thing to do.
Once he’d been freed of the restraining grip Tobirama scrambled across the bed and sat at the top of the mattress with his back to the headboard beside where Sakura’s hands were still loosely wrapped around two of the bars. His erection stood upright, as thick and mouthwatering as ever, flushed an angry red at the tip in a way that gave Sakura a thrill when Madara instructed her to straddle the pale man.
“Go ahead, Lass. I know what you want.”
With relief she sank down over Tobirama’s cock, taking it inside and groaning as she felt herself stretch around her lover’s girth. Before she could move to fuck herself on the man underneath her, however, Madara’s hands took hold of her hips and his voice demanded that she stay still.
Neither Sakura nor Tobirama could say when he had retrieved lubricant. All they knew was the arching of Sakura’s back as the first finger slid in to her ass and the groan Tobirama gave as the motion caused her to grind against him.
“Feel free to distract each other,” Madara purred.
Tobirama needed no more permission than that to pull Sakura down for a scorching kiss. Her hands braced once more against the headboard, curling over the top of it to keep her balance as she gently rolled her hips with the motions of Madara’s fingers inside her. It was just enough movement to tease the both of them and keep Tobirama as hard as a rock while Madara worked to open Sakura with two, then three fingers.
He didn’t bother to take his time but neither did he rush, wanting to do things properly but not draw them out either. By the time he had loosened her enough that he wouldn’t cause his woman any pain, the two waiting for him were both panting in their desperation to actually get on with things.
When he settled down to sit between Tobirama’s knees and bracket the man with his own legs he was greeted with two moans of relief.
“Gods, finally,” Sakura whimpered as he laid a possessive kiss on the back of her neck.
“Hush, Lass. Come now, you can take us both at the same time, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
Sakura hissed as she slowly rocked back to take him inside her loosened hole and at first both of her partners thought her to be in pain despite the stretching. Then she moaned as the thick head sank deeper, stuffing her fuller than she’d ever been before, and they realized that it was much the opposite. Madara allowed her a few moments to adjust to the feeling of having a cock each in both of her entrances before demanding that she move.
“Ride us, Lass. We want to watch you fuck yourself on the both of us.”
On the other side of the woman between them, Tobirama half gasped as Sakura rose up and let herself grind back down. Madara watched the pale man close his eyes and drop his head back, fingers never ceasing in their mapping of Sakura’s body, and reflected that this was quite possibly the best idea he’d ever had. He very much hoped that both of the others would be open to making this a regular thing. Sakura had once explained the term ‘polyamory’ to him and he was fairly sure he could handle all three of them dating each other at the same time.
At the very least he planned on sticking around for Tobirama to perfect his blowjob technique. With natural talent that good, any improvements would quickly bring him in to mind-blowing territory.
Since he was the one to create such tension and build up, it was no surprise to Madara when it became obvious that none of them were going to last very long. Tobirama couldn’t seem to catch his breath and Sakura’s moans were starting to run together in to one long continuous noise. Madara soaked it all in, enjoying his masterpiece, before deciding once more to be merciful.
“Touch her, Tobirama,” he growled. “You know how she likes it rough on her clit. Give her what we all need.”
“Fuck,” Tobirama breathed in lieu of an actual answer. His eyes snapped open and one of his hands left off cupping her breast to instead drop down and press rough circles against the swollen nub between her thighs.
Sakura tossed her head back with a scream, her hands tightening their grip on the head board until the wood groaned and shrieked in distress as it had before. Her hips moved faster and faster, riding the both of them so roughly she was likely to develop bruises that would need healing before she could walk properly in public again.
“Come for us, Lass,” Madara murmured. “We won’t come until you do so come for us now, there’s a good girl.”
He could hear the whimpers from Tobirama as the man fought to obey the command which hadn’t even been directed at him. His hips had begun to twitch as he frantically tried not to cum until Sakura had and Madara found the sight of it so much more arousing than he expected he would.
Barely an instant later Sakura’s moans rose in pitch as Tobirama ground down on her clit even harder, quickly rising to a shriek as her orgasm hit her like an avalanche. Wood splintered under her grip and yet none of them had either the concentration or the will to care about the ruined headboard as Sakura’s clenching holes toppled both of her lovers over the edge with her.
Tobirama came with an unfettered shout and Madara with clenched teeth, head thrown back as he let the sensations wash over him and block out the entire world for just a few moments. Both of them held tight to Sakura as her hips continued to rock desperately, chasing the last few sparks of pleasure until her entire body quaked with too much, too bright.
All three of them collapsed in various directions as soon as the tension finally released and Sakura, the driving force behind the intense movements, fell still at last. The sound of panting filled the air as they all heaved for breath, gulping air like drowning sailors pulled from the sea.
For the longest time no one moved. It was definitely a surprise to the other two when Tobirama was the one who spoke up first.
“Surprisingly pleasant,” he murmured from where he appeared to be staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. Madara chuckled, the sound startlingly weak after having been so in charge of the entire situation up until this point.
“As understated as ever,” the Uchiha noted. Strangely, the note was made in a fond tone he usually reserved only for Sakura.
“I would not be averse to doing this again.” Tobirama’s words carried a hopeful overtone that was incredibly endearing, causing a reluctant smile to break over Madara’s lips.
Both of them looked over with raised eyebrows when Sakura groaned pitifully. “At least give me a five minute break first.”
And then the both of them were laughing and Madara silently agreed with his own earlier assessment. He thought the three of them would make a lovely little unit. Something told him that neither of his partners were going to be terribly against the idea, either.
