- What the fuck?! Sakura, baby, are you out of your mind?!

- I'm sorry, Sakura-san, I can't honor your request.

- What?! - Madara turned already to Naruto. - What do you mean? You can't or you won't? -Madara hovered menacingly over Uzumaki.

- I thought you are against the idea, Madara? - Crossing his arms over his chest, the blond asked.

-I still am. But I want to know your reasons.

Naruto's lips tightened into a thin stripe. He covered his eyes and sighed heavily.

-It would violate the therapist's ethics.

-In what way, huh? - Madara jammed his fist into the couch next to Uzumaki's shoulder.

Naruto looked up at him, confidently, firmly, meeting the black depth of his eyes. And then he looked away.

-I'm not impartial anymore to Sakura-san.

Uchiha glanced at his wife. Sakura stared at both of them in astonishment, covering her mouth with her hands.

-Sakura, please come out of the room, - Madara muttered through his teeth.

-But...

-Get out, I said! - Uchiha yelled.

Sakura flinched. She stood up.

-No.-This time tone of her voice made Madara shake. - First of all, don't you dare yell at me like I'm some kind of noncence. Secondly, you didn't even bother to ask me what exactly I want.

-I don't give a fuck...- Madara barely had time to start a sentence and then realized that he was unforgivably wrong.

Sakura frowned, raising an eyebrow. And then, turning sharply, flew out of the office, slamming the door.

Uchiha remained standing, clenching his fists and teeth.

-What am I supposed to do with you now, Uzumaki?

***

A small apartment on the edge of town. A narrow bed on which two naked people barely fit. He runs his fingers through her pink hair. He nuzzles into it. He feels the subtle scent of cherries.

-Sakura, will you marry me? - She looks up:

-Yes. - She makes Madara the happiest man on Earth at that moment.

A run-down warehouse with a small office, but almost in the middle of nowhere. Uchiha watches as a new shipment of his products has got out. The design was made by Sakura and it blew up the market. His bet on brightness and at the same time aesthetics, so intrinsic to her, has borne fruit. Finally he can order a jeweled ring worthy of his wife.

A cozy ceremony in the church. "Do you, Uchiha Madara...", "Do you, Haruno Sakura...". And their vows to each other, jokingly: "I swear to always take warm socks with me to the sea and not drag them from my husband," "I swear not to confuse red with burgundy when choosing roses for my wife." And serious: "I swear to be honest in my desires to myself and to you," "I swear to respect your wishes. And mine."

They fight.

-I can't stand them! How could you say I would go without asking me?

-What's wrong with that? It's nothing. You don't have to talk to them.

-It's not just them! I felt like a thing that you took and disposed of as you pleased. It's humiliating to be treated that way!

-Sakura, don't make a big deal out of it. You know how much I love you. It's a small thing...

-No, Madara, it's disrespectful! I didn't hear you ask me if I had any plans, or ask you - you just put me in front of the fact.

Uchiha hugs his wife, Sakura tries to push him away, but he whispers in his ear:

-I'm sorry, honey, what can I do to make it up to you? - He hears her pant indignantly, and how she gradually calms down.

-I want to go to London, to a street art exhibition, - she finally says. - And no requests to behave normally with Takiyoshi if I avoid them at the reception.

-Deal, - Madara hums contentedly.

He ducks out from under the covers. His face is wet with sweat, saliva, and her slick. She sucks on his fingers, which have just been inside her and together with her tongue brought her to orgasm.

-How about no condom? - There's hope in his hoarse voice.

-Madara, we agreed...

-You used to say you didn't want kids until you were thirty. And you're thirty-two in six months.

-And just in time, I'll have finished my preparations for pregnancy. So will you, my love.

-Oh, this planning of yours. Sometimes I just want to fuck you without being distracted by a stupid rubber. - He hooks a foil from the bedside table with, and in a few seconds she greets him inside her -up to the hilt, deep and greedy.

He can't get it up again. He's angry, looking at the two women in lacy lingerie.

He wants to scream, to yell out of helplessness. Sakura, sensing his mood, holds out money and clothes to the escort girl:

-Thank you for your time, Mika-san.

The girl dresses and leaves, leaving Madara alone with his wife in the hotel's VIP suite. He fears to see disappointment and reproach in her eyes, but finds only silent support and request in them.

-All right, I'll look for a specialist.

***

Sipping whiskey, Uchiha sits in the same club where he met Uzumaki two months ago. The blond guy across the table looks up at him. Calm on the outside, but there's a storm raging inside. In the month since they last met, Madara has tried to make his life a living hell. Which, it must be said, he was very good at.

He was very good at it.

After arguing with Sakura, when Madara returned home, she wasn't there. She didn't return the next day either. She didn't answer her phone. Uchiha was angry. This had never happened before. Every time they had a disagreement, they tried to solve it together, talking and discussing the details to come to some solution that suited both of them. Madara tried to push his interests through at first, but quickly realized that this trick wouldn't work with Sakura. She made it clear to him that it was either an equal partnership or they had nothing to do together.

So when she didn't pick up the phone on the third day, he got worried. He instructed his assistant to call all the places she could be. Followed by hospitals and morgues. A week later, he heard, shaking hands swiping upwards:

-I want to live apart.

-Sakura, let's meet and talk.

-No. I have to think about it. And I want to do it alone.

-If it's about that fucking Naruto, I'm ready...

-It's not about him, Madara. Just let me get my shit together.

Of course he didn't believe Uzumaki had anything to do with it. He confronted him, threatened that if he found out about the connection with his wife, he would bury him and never remember.

Naruto, though mentally prepared for such a threat, became seriously worried. Having chosen professionalism and abandoned his personal interests in the situation with Sakura, he hadn't anticipated that this decision could affect his activities so much. Uchiha had threatened his reputation: not only had he called him, but he had also begun stalking him, trying to catch him with Sakura. Several times when Naruto was with clients, he interrupted them at the most inappropiate moment, like an over-vigilant mommy.

No exhortation that he had no idea where to look for his wife had any effect on Madara. He proceeded to the open threats.

-Fuck, I wish he'd pay more attention to his business. Spare him the stress on his head,- Uzumaki's patience reached a breaking point when a couple of people refused his services because they were threatened everyone will know about it. He had thought through several options, even considering moving out from the city when Uchiha called him.

-And what did you want to buy this club for? - Madara clearly felt he was the master of the situation.

-To make surrogate partnership school here.

-Hn. That's a good one you'd teach. - The Uchiha smirked.

-Why did you want to meet, Madara?

-She came back to me. Sakura. Said she'd thought it over and was ready now. For kids, diapers, my rants, hot sex, and all the other delights of married life.

-Congratulations. - Naruto said dryly.

-You don't seem very happy about it.

-Why should I be, huh? - Suddenly Uzumaki was pissed. - You've been fucking with my head for a month! And if it was me only- no problem. But you tried reach out to my clients. You have no fucking idea what these people have been through! Your problems, compared to theirs, are nothing!

And, just as instantly calming down, Naruto asked:

-What do you want?

-I wanted to thank you. You solved my problem in the end.

-Good for you. Is that all? - Uzumaki got up to leave.

-Wait a minute. I know I got you in trouble. And I don't really have a knuck in apologizing. So, here,- Madara took some papers out of his briefcase.

-What is it?

-Title deeds. You're the owner of the club from this day forward. One and only. If you sign them, of course.

The desire to tear up papers and throw them in Madara's face was powerful. But he had a goal. And he was one step closer to it now. Pride is nothing if it doesn't bring profit.

Naruto looked over the papers. Checked out everything was in order and signed it.