𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘜𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘢)

{5}

No one else can do what you're doing to me right now.

Is that so?

No one else is you.
You are the end of me, my love.

He slammed his hips against my fragile ones, I felt him deep inside of me, my body trapped between the cold air and his warm, naked figure pressing me ,capturing me, his hungry, blurry gaze devouring me, his calling of my name shattering me as I hugged him tighter around his hips with my legs, wanting more.

I was consumed by the feelings he ignited in me with just one look of his intense, red eyes into mine, he was rough yet gentle, cruel yet loving.

His thrusts were making tears stream down my flushed cheeks, but his gentle lips and hands put me back together right after he broke me into pieces.

He showed a side unknown to anyone else but me.

Only I saw the way his body glows under the moonlight and the way his lips taste, and the way his mouth shakes when he says my name in ecstasy.

How long did you feel this way, Madara?

Does it matter?
I have loved you for the longest time.

I held his face, caressed his parted lips, his cheeks, his warm chest, his long, black hair tickled my flushed face, our muscles shaking and contracting with pleasure, this night we became the one.

"Say my name, I need to hear you say it. I need to know you are mine."

His teeth bite into my lower lip and I say his name louder, it echoed through the night like a lullaby of the dead. He lifts us up, our chests pressed, our broken hearts connected, his hands strongly pressing on my lower back, as I put my arms around his neck.

I felt him deep inside me, he tangled his fingers in my hair and pressed our foreheads together.

Our need for each other was so consuming, so hypnotic, for me only he existed, and for him only I existed.

How did Madara and Y/n end?

They made love and...

he died.

This is our end.

The Moon was black and the sky was red

Too bad reality was so cruel on us, love.

Our climax arrived and shocked our bodies like electricity as we kept repeating each other's names, letting our emotions and our pleasure consume us like those black flames of his that never burn out, our hands grabbing one another in desperation, like we will soon disappear.

A single tear shed from his eye and onto my cheek, his voice broke as he said

"I can't do it"

He placed the knife softly into my hands, guiding it to his chest.

I looked at him as he was now gripping my body in his arms, a knife then penetrating deep into his once beating heart, warm blood coated his cold hands that were shaking.

The Moon was white, it was the beginning of the end. 

Beginning of my Hell.

"Im so, so sorry..." I whispered over and over as if it would undo what i'd just done

tears streamed down his face, he looked at me with red eyes full of defeat, of pain.

A tear dropped onto his face.

i was crying.

"You know I'll still love you no matter what, right?" He held my face in his hands.

"That anything you do could never make me stop. Because against all logic I somehow can't seem to stop." He chokes, wheezing out a laugh at the fact that the heartless bastard ending up falling a slave to love, that was his mistake.

"I don't know why that is." He stared and smiled "Fuck that, I do know. It's because this-us is all encompassing. And I know we'll see each other again."

although my hair was a mess ,my clothes disheveled, I had done my job. This was it.

and I didn't feel anything except empty.
Hollow.

Why?
Why did it go this way? Why did this even have to happen.

I could blame it on the mission, or even the nature of my job, but I knew the real reason why.

It was me. I couldn't seem to stop myself either.
And at this moment in time, all I wanted to do is hate myself for it.

Because maybe if this wasn't my job, or my mission.
Because there are no words to describe the pain I feel, nothing. There was just nothing.

And looking into the eyes of the man I knew I would never see again, something in me broke.

My hand on the knife released completely. It was as if the energy in my body left all at once.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and on his last breath he started to whisper

"Don't look at me with those eyes, my love."

"If you are my death, I died loved."

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