Madara has kept Y/n all to himself for the last month and she was becoming stir crazy. She had enjoyed the affection, and the sex, but she hasn't left the mansion unless she was at his side for the entire month of January. They've had a few arguments about it but he assured her it was simply for her own safety. Izuna has been in a strange mood as of late and Madara wanted to keep Y/n from even seeing Izuna. There was a particular conversation that struck Y/n though, and it happened just days ago.
"I just want to go to lunch with Sakura," she might as well be begging at this point, "you promised me you wouldn't treat me like a prisoner." She was angry and growing frustrated with his actions.
Madara sighed as he dressed for work, only in his slacks he approached the angry woman, still in her short, silk gown, "I'm not trying to treat you like a prisoner," he lifted a hand to caress her cheek but she swatted its away, "why do you fight me every step of the way?"
Y/n glared up at the man, "A wolf in captivity still bites." The words dripped with venom and he gave her a devious smirk.
"A wildfire still burns within you and I wish for you to still burn freely," Madara's hand went for her hair, rather than her cheek, "and I want my wildfire to burn everything in her sight, but you will watch where you spread." She gasped as he yanked her head back in order to kiss her roughly.
Y/n couldn't help but moan as his hand cupped her breast, "I thought Izuna was the one with all the metaphors," she mumbled against his lips.
Madara growled but continued to kiss her soft skin as he trailed kisses down her neck, "You're mine," his teeth clamped down on the flesh of shoulder, near her neck and she became putty in his hands, "and I will set you free on the world on Friday."
Things had become quite heated after that and she couldn't quite figure out what he had meant until Friday rolled around. She was to sing tonight, the first Friday in February, and she would sing every Friday in February apparently. The only reprieve she had during her captivity was Rogue, her new puppy, Zero, and working with Kurenai on future songs.
Madara has selected the setlist from the page full of songs she had handed him last night and she was content with his choices. Y/n felt nervous for some reason but she couldn't figure out why, this wasn't the first time she's performed, and yet, butterflies filled her stomach as she ate breakfast with Madara in their rooms.
"Your dress will be delivered later today," Madara said as he stood to pull his jacket on.
Y/n also stood and walked to him, "You don't have to spoil me so much." She grinned like a teenager being gifted a car on her sweet sixteen.
Madara chuckled and kissed her lightly, "You deserve more than I can give."
She would never get used to his words when he was like this. She was slowly losing her grip on reality from being cooped up with him for so long. She's seen Itachi, Izumi, Sasuke, and Sakura, as well as Mikoto and Fugaku, but that's it. Koshi and Kisame were the only ones outside the family she's interacted with and- maybe that's why she was nervous.
"Will you be home early?" He loved hearing her say home and would give anything to hear her say the word again and again.
He smiled softly and stroked her cheek, "Yes, the limo will arrive at seven so we can arrive early for dinner and drinks."
She bit her lip, "Alone?" She batted her eyes and Madara cursed her for knowing his weakness: her.
"Alone," he replied before kissing her roughly, making her moan once again at his touch as his hands roamed her body.
Madara left the room before things became too heated but it was too late for Y/n. Her body was on fire and she was tingling with excitement now. She decided for a colder shower than usual and tried to think of anything but sex. Weddings.... so much wedding planning was happening. Obito and Rin were to be married in less than two weeks. Itachi and Izumi were getting married next, in April. Lastly would be Naruto and Hinata, in September. Madara had kept hinting at making a formal announcement, but told her that he'd wait until after February.
Birthdays, Obito's was only a week away, which meant Izuna's was only a week away. Sakura's and Y/n's were both in March. Speaking of Sakura, she was almost six months pregnant now and Y/n loved watching her and Sasuke interact. Her swollen belly as Sasuke rubbed it before he left for work. Sasuke helping Sakura down the stairs or to sit down. Y/n missed being pregnant but forbid herself to even think about having another child anytime soon. If her birth control failed her now, she wasn't sure what she would do.
The night came like the wind and Y/n grew even more nervous at the thought of singing. She dressed in the gown provided and just as Madara arrived, allowing him to help her into it. He kissed her shoulders as they stood before the full-length mirror and she shivered as his warm breath tickled her neck. Madara's words were tender and devilish as he continued to tease her.
Y/n's eyes clouded with lust and the moment Madara's ink-black eyes captured her e/c ones in the mirror he was done for. The dress was on the floor in a heap of blue and she was plucked from where she stood in order to wrap her naked body around him. He was in the middle of changing so he was only in his underwear at the moment.
The wall of the closet was just as good as the bed to them so her body was pressed to it while he pushed out of the last of his clothing. Madara easily found his destination and buried himself deep into her core and he never wanted to be anywhere else. Their intimate moments ranged from something like this to planned encounters where he would tease and torment her as she lay blindfolded before him. Other times would be softer and slower, making her writhe and wiggle as she begged for him to move harder and faster. No matter how it was, Madara was entranced by the beauty before him.
Y/n screamed as she clawed at his back when her release came and he bit down onto her flesh. Madara groaned, deep and throaty, as he followed right after her. He kissed her tenderly as he helped lower her down and steady her as she found her knees week. They both quickly rinsed off and dressed so they wouldn't be late and slipped out into the waiting night.
The family entered the club and eyes scanned the floor, looking for where to sit. All eyes landed on the familiar figure near the stage. A long, skin-tight blue dress, shimmering in the lights graced her curvy figure. The slit that they could see was dangerously high, adding to her alluring beauty. Her hair was in a side sweep, curled and pinned perfectly. Makeup was light, striking and eyes brought out in a bold way.
Her eyes found the family and her breathing hitched. Why are they here?
The first male had his arm around his companions' shoulder, his eyes were unimpressed and he felt indifferent upon seeing her. He tugged at the pinkette and pulled her along to a booth he spotted that would fit them all. The woman was unsure if they should stay, reading the remainder of the group's expressions. She and the woman at the stage had grown close and she worried what would happen if they stayed.
The second male, brother to the first, felt curious as to why the h/c beauty was here and even found that he was even more attracted to her. The dress she wore was a devilish number, and it made him want to sin over and over with her. The woman on his arm scowled deeply, pulling him after his brother, taking his attention off of the woman at the stage.
Next was the lone wolf of the night, no woman draped over him like he was her trophy to show off. No woman pawing at him for sex, money, or love. He felt lonely, but upon seeing the woman before him, he felt a longing feeling and wanted to go to her. She seemed frightened, then angry before she cut her eyes back to the woman she was speaking too. He shook his head and followed after his cousins.
Lastly, the most important male of the group, the oldest, should be the wisest, and the one that mattered most. He was not alone tonight, instead, his brunette fiancé was elegantly dressed and squeezing his arm to try and get his attention. She might as well be trying to move a boulder at the moment. His dark, onyx eyes were glued to her, finding her even more captivating than he ever thought possible. The woman with him gripped his face and turned him to her, kissing him roughly, claiming him. He tried to remember her ever being this way before, she was never one known for PDA, let alone something this forward.
He finally pulled her away from where they stood and found his family before sitting around the booth. He was filled with worry and wonder all at once, this was Madara's favorite club. He would be here, in his suite that overlooked the stage on the second floor. His eyes traveled to the suite, sure enough, the man he was thinking of was looking down to the booth he was in a satisfied smirk on his face. This was all his doing, he had invited them here, to show her off. To show him that he had no control over anything, that Madara was the one in charge, and that Madara would do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever he wanted.
The beautiful woman looked to her female friend and spoke, "We're changing the set."
"Won't Madara be angry?" Kurenai asked filled with worry.
"Madara will still get what he wants." Y/n responded and began writing the new songs down.
The crowd grew quiet as the stage spotlight clicked on. Y/n took a shaky breath and walked out, applause already filling the room. She was so anxious and angry all at once. She knew Madara had planned this, which was exactly why she changed the setlist at the last moment. Five songs. Five songs that she would take control of and let them spread like the wildfire she was. The songs would burn deep and leave scars that no one could repair. For her at least, and possibly an occupant our two in the venue as well.
Y/n glanced at the overlook and spotted another familiar face: Izuna. The man had been a ghost as of late, and he decided to pick tonight to appear. Good. She wanted the entire family to witness this wildfire burning, spreading and devouring everything in its path. Life flourishes after a fire, right? Watch as she burns and roars to life once again.
(Jar of Hearts)
Oh, how the first song made her heart break over and over again. It stung but she sang it with all of her beings. Kakashi. The bastard, Ry. Obito. Even Madara. Lies and secrets as they leave a path of nothing but destruction behind them.
(Every Storm)
The second song actually made Madara a little less angry about her changing the set. He was hoping it meant there was a shift in her mood and her outlook on life. How wrong, and right, he was. She let the song take over her body and she felt chills dance up her back.
(Whore)
The third song brought a smirk to Izuna's lips and he plotted a dangerous scheme in his mind. He'd bend her over his desk and fuck her as this song played, she was his little whore, after all. Madara scowled at his brother as if sensing his thoughts. What was she thinking singing something like this? Again, she changed the melody and it was soft and pulled at his emotions, but- who was he kidding, he was just as turned on as Izuna.
(Go to War)
How fitting the song was. It was the same thought that entered almost every Uchiha's mind that was in the building. Izuna kept his impressed expression on his face as he listened. Madara could hear the desperation in her voice and again he was bending to her will. The wildfire was raging out of control within her and she was about to set fire to it all. Obito felt lost on this path he was walking and he could tell she was too, but that she was going to do whatever she had to from now on. Shisui still held out hope that life would go easy on them, but he didn't see that being possible.
(Set Fire to the Rain)
The fire flared within her soul and the crowd was stunned into silence as they listened. Women moved to tears and men entranced by her voice. What was this feeling that filled Madara? He always thought she was beautiful, and her voice that of an angel, but this... this was captivating and earth-shattering, as though he's seeing her for the first time ever.
She sang as though no one was watching. Her voice booming and gestures filled with emotion. She fought the tears away while she let the melody flow from her lips. Obito yearned to rush to her side as she walked off the stage to a standing ovation. Cheers and applause filled the venue and she took unsteady steps towards the room where Madara and Izuna awaited her. Little did she know, they weren't alone.
"We'll assist you," one of the males spoke as he glanced down to the woman leaving the stage, "for a night with her."
Madara growled and Izuna smirked in victory, "One night." Izuna was the one who responded and Madara glared at him.
"One night," the fourth man agreed. Handshakes were exchanged to seal the contract and the door opened, revealing the woman that was used for the barter.
"When?" Madara asked as she sauntered to him.
Her eyes met the males that she didn't expect to see and he gave her a look that made her shiver, "Tonight." He answered.
Y/n looked to Madara, "Forgive me, my love," his hand slid down her back and he gave her a gentle push, "your company has been requested."
She looked in front of her and blinked up at the two men, "You finally found a way to make him share?" Her wildfire would spread and burn the males before her and Madara would relish as they began to bend to her every wish, just as he did.
Izuna left without a word, Madara following in order to keep from doing or saying something to show how much control she really had over him. A quick grab on her waist and she was pulled forward, flush against a broad chest, "I believe punishment is in order." He rasped in her ear.
"Now, now, brother," Hashirama spoke, "I think we should find someplace more suitable for such an act. Don't you?"
She was exhilarated and terrified all at once as she held Tobirama'a stare, "Maybe you're right," his hand slithered down her body before settling at her décolletage and holding her neck, "don't want pussycat to be too loud."
The wildfire filled her body, the heat radiating off of her as she was guided from the building and into their awaiting limo. Madara had made a deal using her as leverage, and compensation, and she would make sure he felt her burn as well. This wildfire wouldn't be tamed. This wildfire wouldn't be extinguished. This wildfire would burn until she was victorious.