The war had been predestined, more than that. It was clear that the villages would unite but not in this way and with that purpose.
Naruto was at the front fighting with his bare hands against the Zetsu copies. He was smiling with his lower lip caught between his fangs.
His jacket was torn to pieces and was completely open, revealing the blond's chest, waist and part of his hip. Who, oblivious to the look they were giving him, continued fighting, giving blows here and there.
The man who was the protagonist of the war was watching him, his reddish gaze ran over the blond's entire figure. From his feet, his shapely legs and his hip that was caught by orange pants, then up to his waist that was covered by black mesh. His skin was sweaty and sticky.
But that didn't matter, he wanted to lick, bite, suck.
There was also his creamy neck, it was long and it tensed incredibly with the movements he made. His plush, reddish lips, trapped between his white fang. His blue eyes were bright like two precious gems.
Madara wanted to ravage, he wanted to kiss, he wanted to have him, he wanted to feel the sticky skin against his.
He doesn't know when it happened, but now the Uzumaki had all his attention, perhaps it was at that moment that he challenged him by looking him in the eyes and with a smile full of fangs he had spoken to him.
Yes, perhaps it was at that moment that he felt alive again.
Besides, he didn't help, he fought without complaining, he had incredible strength and resistance and the chakra ran through his veins as if it were his blood.
He stared for a few seconds at the way the blond bent down, leaning his entire body, which was slender and agile. His red eyes were caught by his back and narrow waist.
That further highlighted his buttocks, Madara wanted to grab them, he wanted to leave marks. He wanted to bite.
In another movement he raised his leg and let it fall with force, making a hole in the floor, taking a clone with him. And he had a perfect view of his fleshy thighs.
Madara wanted to be drowned there, he wanted to have them on either side of his face and squeeze him, until he was left without any air.
That blond was driving him crazy and Madara knew that if he turned to look at him with the same ferocity as before, his knees would fail and he would bow to the shinobi.
The war had taken an unexpected turn.