This chapter is going to be their wedding! Hurray!

I also wanted to add that there is a in this chapter, so please skip ahead if it's not your thing. Enjoy!

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Madara had been dreading it. He already hated it. He swiftly drank sake from a drinking dish he had been served, as a part of traditional ceremonial practice.

They stood outside on an alter, being pestered left and right by clansmates and civilians alike. But every time Madara would glance at his wife, who looked rather beautiful at the moment, and see her smile, his temper would dwindle down tenfold. Ayumi had been more tolerant of the crowding, meeting people with a smiling face and shaking their hands. She was adorned in a silk kimono made of colours like gold and maroon, not the traditional white. Meanwhile Madara had worn a formal black kimono which proudly showcased the Uchiha clan's famous crest.

But Madara's blood quickly riled up as, from a distance, his eyes fell on Tobirama's, who had been seated beside Izuna. Izuna would send Tobirama death stares every now and then and was rather glum around him, but both were adamant to keep the peace for the sake of a smooth ceremony. Madara's eyes narrowed though, and he could already hear faint bickering from the two.

"Oi, Madara." Ayumi tugged the Uchiha's ear. "Don't think of starting a scene. Not here."

Madara growled.

"Let go of me. I have no interest in that fool." Madara retorted, flickering her wrist away. But Ayumi was quick to chuckle instead, nudging his elbow.

Madara looked down at her, and he felt her slim fingers wrap around his hand. She looked up at him, and he would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't felt slightly dumbfounded by the way she had looked at him.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Madara looked away, resisting a heat to his cheeks. Ayumi would notice it though, and she brought a hand to her lips. "You look really good, Madara."

He calmed down, and peered down at her from the corner of his eyes. "Likewise."

Madara took one swift glance at all the attendees, and for just a brief moment, Madara could have sworn he saw his brothers.

They had been instead commemorating his wedding in his heart, if not in this world.

And Ayumi likewise, except with her passed sister.

* LATER THAT NIGHT *

Madara held Ayumi's hand, and the other held a lantern while they walked. Madara couldn't lie to himself, he quite thoroughly enjoyed the ceremony, and that was only because she was there. Ayumi had been overcome with emotions, recalling at so how often she would tear up near her friends and family. But Ayumi was here now, right beside him. Ayumi had been appreciating the green scenery around them. It was beautiful, and the stars were twinkling brightly. They often made nature-stops along the way to appreciate earth's bounties.

Their walk back to the Uchiha's house had been silent but tender, as they held hands and exchanged loving glances. Ayumi knew what was going to happen - it was finally time that they could have each other in entirety. They would tie the knot. She couldn't lie to herself though, she was both nervous yet excited as she stared at the big hand wrapped around hers.

How would he treat her? Would he be gentle? Ayumi wondered. But it didn't take too long until they had reached their home, the sounds of crickets slowly buzzing in the air.

"Ladies first." Madara looked down at her, smiling gently. The warm lighting of the lantern brought out a softness to his face that made Ayumi quite calm.

He offered a hand to help her up the dock of stairs, and Ayumi did so as she held onto him. Madara slid the shoji open to reveal a futon that had been bedded with silk white sheets, plants and sweet aromas filling the darkly lit room. She took in the kindly prepared sight for a minute staring at the flickering candle, and then meeting his tempting gaze.

"Madara." Ayumi muttered.

"Ayumi." He said, placing his hand on the side of her cheek, pushing strands of her hair away. Madara couldn't help but pull her into a loving kiss, his hands travelling to her waist.

Madara let go of her and held her hand, guiding her to the futon. She had already been blushing.

Ayumi sat down with her hands on her lap, playing with the hem of her sleeve. He sat down cross legged in front of her, Madara noted that she must have felt uneasy.

"Rest assured. You don't have to be... nervous." Madara looked at her gently.

"I'm not! It's just..." Her big lavender eyes landed on his, "This'll be my first time."

"I see." Madara leaned forward. He had been pleased to hear that. Pure and kind yet so strong.

"... Mine too." Madara admitted. The fact merely made Ayumi calmer, and Madara noticed this by the way her arms unravelled to her sides, she now leaned forward close to his lips, to which he closed the space between them by a kiss. It was brash and fervent this time, as he pushed her onto the futon, his hand on her back to make sure she landed gently.

Ayumi didn't resist, instead her fingers travelled to Madara's hair, and he liked the feeling of her touch. She tugged his yukata off, exposing his bare chest, without parting from his lips. Indeed he was a man, and just the parts of him she could see and feel already stirred up a heat in her. He withdrew himself and began to strip himself of the layers of clothing.

"I'll make it easier for you." He spoke lowly against her ear.

Ayumi's eyes grew more hungry as layer by layer came off of Madara. He was toned, and absolutely alluring. But it was unfair, he had been nearly naked meanwhile she rested underneath him fully dolled up.

Madara contemplated - should I rip the clothing she was wearing or order her to do it? No, I need to be gentle. Madara bit the inside of his cheek.

"Take it off." Madara eyed her obi, it was the only article of clothing that was keeping her kimono bound together. She shyly looked at him, her nimble fingers traveling to unwrap it swiftly. Ayumi's kimono slid off of her body, now adorned in white-laced underwear.

Madara caught his breath in his throat. He eyed her from top to bottom, and she couldn't help but feel a hot trail on her skin from his prying eyes. Ayumi squirmed underneath his intense gaze.

Madara intended to take in the astonishing sight below him for just a minute, he was in awe of her curves that she kept hidden so well all along. The way her waist dipped in and then curved out to form her wide hips. Madara wanted to lose control. His prying eyes struck an intense heat in Ayumi, he looked like a hungry predator that would not leave one bit unexplored.

"Good birthing hips." Madara nuzzled himself in her neck, nibbling on her skin. Madara hadn't known that he had such a preference for a more curvier woman until now. His sudden comment made her cheeks heat up. Her skin felt fragile there on her neck, and she was growing nervous to have such a man touch and look at her the way Madara was.

"M-Madara..." Ayumi whined, closing her eyes and looking away.

"What?" Madara looked at her. "Are you getting nervous?"

"Yeah." She looked at him with big pale eyes.

"Why?" Madara blinked.

"Doesn't it hurt?" She was trying to close her legs.

Madara hovered over her, his hands to either side of her shoulders. Madara was caging her, and he wasn't exactly the kindest looking man on earth. He could understand why she was growing anxious. Madara softened his expression - he knew that would make her calm.

Madara pulled back just a tad bit, leaving nothing but a few inches between their faces.

"It will hurt." Madara spoke honestly. "But I will get you ready. You are my princess now." Madara's voice grew husky, and that's when she relaxed her arms back onto the bed. She couldn't deny the fact that Madara looked incredibly attractive right now, especially with the way his sultry eyes were glowing lustly with red.

Prickles of his hair brushed against her skin. She looked so supple, Madara noted, and he was quick to notice the squirming underneath him.

"Madara..." Ayumi's palm rested on his forearm. She was blushing, looking away. He didn't like that, he wanted her to look at him. So Madara placed a finger underneath her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. His eyes laid gently on her this time. She was perfection, she looked like art. And he wanted to savour every piece of it. But he was having trouble taming his urges already, the dark thoughts brewing in his mind of what he wanted to do to her.

"I ought to be careful." Madara's voice was husky and it twisted another heat into her core, one that he was very much aware of. He had to be careful, she was more receptive than anticipated and he was no longer sure how much he could tame himself around her. The Uchiha side of him wanted nothing more than to just ravage her, and leave her breathless and winded. Maybe even leave a mark or two on her untouched skin. Madara had to forcibly shake his head and told himself that he must be gentle with her.

Ayumi could tell that he was internally conflicted though.

"You can do as you like." Ayumi yearned for it shyly.

Madara didn't need to be told twice though, as if a switch had suddenly gone off in his mind. He smirked devilishly, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other traveling along her body, feeling the dips and smoothness of her curves.

The pad of his finger brushed against the innermost portion of her thigh, and she flinched, whimpering. He liked her reaction, and he decided that he wanted to hear more of her voice writhe in pleasure like that.

Madara's hands travelled to her hips, and his fingers slid to the fabric that was keeping her hidden from him. He slowly removed her panties along the lengths of her legs, while looking at her. She was blushing, her fists curled up in the silk sheets beneath her. Once Madara threw her underwear aside, she was retracting her legs, closing them.

"Ayumi." Madara said, slowly prying her legs open.

"Madara!" Ayumi yelped, she had never been this exposed before. She was pink.

It feels so good. Ayumi thought to herself, blushing profusely.

Madara placed kisses along her inner thighs, her skin felt as smooth as butter.

"Hmm?" Madara hummed, his breath of hot air hitting her slit. Madara was hungry, and there was no use in stopping him. She relaxed, widening her legs, earning a hungry gaze from the Uchiha.

"That's more like it." Madara ran a finger across her mound, earning an exasperated moan from her. It was time he went to work.

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And there he had been, the leader of the Uchiha clan in his whole entirety, twisting heat into her and playing with Ayumi to his liking. He really was relentless in his methods even in bed, Ayumi thought.

It had not been more than an hour or two, Ayumi couldn't tell any more. Madara managed to prolong his teasing and in result she could no longer think straight. Madara had fingered her, licked her, slurped up all her fluids, and made her into a red hot mess, the room filled with her curses and moans. She wiped a sheet of sweat away from her forehead, and met his lips for another passionate kiss. All that she could think of was his...

She eyed his hard member, sneaking a palm down his torso to rub the tip. Madara was girthy. She didn't miss the way his torso had clenched, and the sound of his breath hitched.

"I want you, Madara." Ayumi whispered in his ear, to which she nibbled on. "I can't wait any more." She bit down on her lip.

Madara was no longer sure of how much he could hold himself back any more either, his inhibitions were beginning to scatter. Hearing her plead and moan sent his mind to a plane of absolute pleasure. Madara pushed Ayumi on her back, his gaze landing on her face, and then to her breasts, down to her stomach, then to the flower eagerly waiting between her thighs.

Madara's member hung above her slit. She was wet enough, she can take it, Madara decided. And so he hovered over her, holding her hands, smiling smally.

Madara could only manage to push the tip of himself in, and she threw her head back, her toes curling.

"Madara!" Her eyebrows furrowed. She was in pain.

It would hurt because it was her first time, and though she was wet she was still resisting, holding onto him like a vice. Madara couldn't help but groan, as he forced himself inside within one swift movement. She moaned in pain, but it was a small act of mercy he could grant her instead of prolonging it, he thought to himself.

Madara gave her a minute to acclimate to the newfound pressure, while he felt her clench down on him. The feeling sent him into a daze. So warm yet so tight. Madara groaned, and she was smiling at his reaction. If he had known it felt this good, he would have bargained for an earlier wedding date.

But the Uchiha could no longer resist the urges that were overcoming him, his hips snapped into hers one more time.

And another thrust.

And then another one.

It shook Ayumi, she rode up the sheets speechless.

"Ma-Ma-Madara..." Ayumi moaned. Madara stared at her through half lidded eyes, capturing her lips into a drawn out kiss while he continued his motions. His hips were meeting hers at a more erratic pace. Madara was growing impatient, it felt so good and he wanted more and more. He groaned at the sight of his wife who had became limp and blushing, completely submissive to his demands.

He continued burrowing himself inside of her deeper and deeper, until he could no longer bear it.

"Ayumi." Madara groaned her name.

Ayumi's eyes rolled to the back of her head, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I- I think I'm going to-"

His thrusts grew more inconsistent yet sharp as a feeling of intense pleasure grew in the pit of his stomach. He squeezed her hands tighter as he felt himself becoming closer too, groaning.

It didn't take too long until Ayumi's legs began to twitch around him, and he too met her hips harder than usual, groaning and releasing himself inside of her.

It was intense and it left him breathless. Madara cradled his wife's head in his hands, panting.

Ayumi was still twitching and whimpering, staring at the ceiling in utter bliss.

Madara looked at her, both of them silent and panting now. He wiped his forehead.

Perhaps he had been too hasty to plant his seed inside of her, but it could not be helped.

"You must take me for a fool if you think I'm done with you. No, I am not." He tugged her hips.

"Madara!" Ayumi squirmed, "I'm s-so... sensitive right now."

"Good." He sighed, smirking down at her. "I am having you fully tonight."

Koniko hadn't been lying about that rumour after all.

-

The Uchiha slowly awoke from his deep slumber. The room had been dark, slightly lit by the morning sun seeping through the shoji doors.

Madara glanced at a sleeping Ayumi and remembered vividly their passion-filled night. He smirked, she had taken him well, but his expression soon faded as he took in the bruises and hickies he had left on her supple skin. On her neck, her waist, her hips where he had dug his fingers, down to her inner thighs. His lips mulled into a thin line, and his eyes had met her innocently closed ones. How did I bring myself to hurt someone so clueless and innocent? He thought to himself.

Maybe I was a tad bit too rough on her... Madara frowned. He didn't like the thought that he had hurt her in such an intimate way.

"Madara?" Ayumi mumbled, her eyes flickering open to meet his orbs. "You look so sad. What's wrong?" She brought a finger to caress his face.

His eyes went wide. "Nothing." Madara held her hand. "But you have bruises."

"Oh?" She took a look at her body. She tried moving her legs but they ached, and she winced in pain.

He bit the inside of his cheek, as their foreheads touched.

It stayed silent for a moment between them.

"I can offer you chakra so that you can heal yourself." Madara suggested, he figured it was the least he could do to take her pain away. Madara placed a palm on her womb. But she laughed, which slightly shocked him.

"This is nothing." Ayumi smiled. "Besides. These are marks of passion. And I think I left a couple on you too." She winked, and he closed his eyes while smally smiling.

Madara looked at her gently.