There was something exquisite about being mouth-fucked by your political enemy.

It was mouth-wateringly arousing.

It was one thing when it was a soft, submissive woman, but Uchiha... He was almost as tall as me, his forehead reaching my nose when I stood next to him, and he was broader than I was. He always carried himself with such poise, I bet anyone but me would waver. I found it impossible to imagine him going down on his knees for me, yet, he seemed to love it.

I looked around me, anxious, trying to stay focussed on the situation even if my mind was in my office with Uchiha. I needed to stay alert, avoiding the people who had been here last time, or people similar to them.

I was back in the club I had been to a few weeks earlier, when the professional wine taster had tried to buy me champagne. I hadn't been back since, but this evening, some party members had invited me and the other new candidates for parliament, and I didn't want to say no. But I was tense. Incredibly so. I had dressed down a bit in a dark grey, tight, long-sleeved T-shirt and black trousers, my hair in a high ponytail, some loose strands framing my face. I felt a bit bare without at least a shirt, but I didn't hate it.

"Get yourself a drink." It was Hank who had come up behind me. "Whatever price class. It's on me."

"I can buy my own drink", I said, not unkindly.

"Oh, I know, son!" Hank said, slapping my shoulder. "Please, let me. My own son is in Australia so I can't buy him any."

"Hey! What about my drink? Aren't you gonna buy me one?" It was another member who'd just gained a place in parliament. He was just messing around; all of us could afford our own drinks.

"Tell me in a few years when you become the youngest parliament member of our party in history", Hank joked. "Then, I'll buy you a yacht.

I smirked a little. "I'm not a parliamentarian yet."

"Don't try to be humble!" Hank said. "You might lead us to majority. Enable us to form government. We need to start discussing the implementation of new policies. We have promised the voters quick actions. Let's win government and show them we are men of our words, as opposed to the previous party." My thoughts went to Uchiha. I wonder what he's doing now. "Come. Let's discuss over your chosen drink."

Hank got me a frightfully expensive glass of whisky, and all of us went and sat on a more private table to talk.

"I believe we should start small and spread out like a fan", the man who'd wanted a drink from Hank said.

"Yes, excellent idea", Hank said. "That way, our small deeds will seem greater. If we start big, and take the smaller things later, they will not seem impressive enough. But if we start small, people will see it as us taking action, and then bam!" Hank slammed his hand in the table. Everyone jumped except for me. "We'll go in big. Banning immigration for a while. Working on rigorous immigration politics to prevent anyone else other than those who are highly educated to get into the country before we loosen up the banning."

"The problem with that, though", I said, twirling my whisky around in my glass. "Is that then, all immigrants will take jobs from natives."

"Ahh, but I'm sure you, if anyone, can come up with a solution?" Hank asked.

I was quiet for a while, looking at the whiskey in my glass. It looked like liquid amber. "A quota", I said.

"Please, explain" someone else asked.

"Natives get first priority when it comes to a certain percentage of jobs."

"Why not a hundred percent?" Hank asked.

"Because", I began. I was looking into the table, arms crossed, one hand holding my glass of whisky leisurely. "Because we want to keep left voters happy as well, show them we're not that bad, actually. We need to have them catch interest in us. Then, we'll fish them in."

"I don't think the left voters will care whether the quota is eighty percent or one hundred percent", another member said. "They will be angered by the quota per se."

"Oh, but you're wrong", I said. I had actually read up on this. "Studies show that, at least for other quotas, like female priority ones, are much more well received by opposing people if not all of the vacant spots are encompassed by the quota. Decrease it to eighty, and people will react much more mildly."

"It's worth a shot", Hank said.

"And how will we then fish the middle-to-left voters in?"

"By good rhetorics", I said. "That's our strongest aspect. Me."

"Speaking of rhetorics", the one who'd requested a drink from Hank said, lifting his drink in the direction of another table.

I turned my head.

And at the bar saw the unmistakable back of Madara Uchiha.

A pang went through my heart for some reason, and my breath caught in my throat.

"He's a problem", someone said.

"Yes, we want him out of politics", Hank said, turning to me. "We need to make people lose faith in him. They like him way too much." And no wonder, I thought. "Can you fix that?"

I took a sip of the whiskey, thinking about how I'd made him an even better speaker, becoming more stern without ever losing his softness entirely. I knew I could never trick him into becoming an asshole.

"I can think of some ways", I said.

Madara Uchiha was an emotional man, I'd learned.

"Hi."

He looked up at me. His stern face was exchanged for one of surprise. I loved seeing him get that reaction when I caught him unexpectedly.

"Hi", he said, as I knew he would.

This time, I sat down on his table. He was sitting alone.

"Are you here often?"

He snorted. "Don't you have any better pick-up-line?"

"Oh, believe me, if I had tried to pick you up, I would've been in bed with you before you even noticed. It was a simple question."

"Smooth motherfucker", he smirked. He looked past me at my party members. "Aren't they mad you speak to me?"

"They're not my parents", I said. "Despite, they believe I'm here to lure you into becoming a worse politician so your voters lose faith in you."

"Well..." He took a sip of his red wine. "Are you?"

"Oh, absolutely", I said. No. I will do that in a different way. "Look into my eyes. You are now a shitty politician. There you go, you have now been hypnotised."

"I could give you a blowjob right here, you know", he said causally and I almost choked on my whiskey. "Give me that." He took my glass of whiskey, poured the remaining liquid amber into his mouth, which was more than half.

"That was three hundred dollars down your throat."

"I've had bigger things down my throat", he said, completely unbothered. Fuck, this man...

"Madara."

I turned round. For some reason, someone else using his first name aggravated me.

Some of Madara's party members were approaching him. I was surprised to see they were all white. Why would white people fight so vigorously for coloured people's cause?

"What are you doing?" one asked.

"Chatting", Madara answered simply. If he was at all uncomfortable, he didn't let it show. 

"Do you find it appropriate to chat with him?"

In any other cause I would speak up, but not now. I knew Madara was capable of speaking for himself. Also, I was interested in where Madara would take this conversation...

"I'm here as a private person. Not a politician", he said. "I'm allowed to speak to whomever I want irrespective of optics."

The member in the front leaned forwards, putting his hands on the table. I immediately stood up, towering over him. He looked up at me for the fraction of a second. He didn't back away from Madara, but he didn't come closer, either.

"Listen, Uchiha. It's not only your voters who decide whether you stay in parliament or not. It's also your party."

He turned and left, taking his jackal-like party members with him.

Madara's face was completely unbothered, but I thought I saw something stir within.