Peace for Traitors

In regards to the treatment of other demons by the Jinchuuriki, it is generally known that the demon vessels enjoy a rather temperate relationship with their brethren and rarely come into conflict with true demons. It is rather notable, however, that the Jinchuuriki do not mate with other demons of any subtype, under any circumstances. The reasons for this are likely less a matter of biologic compatibility than a matter of energetic insusceptibility of true demons to the power of the thrall, which does appear to be essential for successful Jinchuuriki mating behavior. The life force energy of true demons is distinct from that of humans and thus able to resist the synchronization of the thrall and repel the sexual advances of a Jinchuuriki. Some even theorize that in such an unnatural mating, the energetic harmonization might work in reverse to place the Jinchuuriki within an unnatural thrall to the creature's demon partner, a circumstance mostly likely incompatible with life.
-Koumyuo Sanzo, Lives and Habits of Far Eastern Demons
"This…has too many laces." Neji grumbled, holding out the shirt in front of him with a wince.
"Naruto likes laces." Sasuke muttered from where he leaned against the wall on the other side of the room.
"Why?"
"Who fucking knows." Sasuke spat.
Neji sighed and looked at what appeared to be a shirt in something like three pieces pulled together with black leather laces the way a woman's corset might be. It was not unseemly or down-right repulsive, but the shirt with its profusion of laces was certainly not the sort of thing he would have ever chosen on his own. He had found the clothing waiting for him on the bed when he came back to his room after sparring with the others earlier that afternoon and wondered what such a thing might mean. Sasuke appeared only a few minutes later to inform him rather tersely that the blond wanted to go out and that attendance was not optional. The raven had then stormed off to shower and dress leaving Neji to contemplate Naruto's choice in clothing and wonder why Sasuke was so angry. He had not been given the luxury of puzzling on the mystery for very long before Sakura stopped by his room to give him a hair tie, ask if he had seen Sasuke and tell him that she and Sai were going to stay home. She said that they were going to take the opportunity to 'discuss things', which may or may not mean trying to introduce the artist to sex, Neji had not quite had the courage to ask.
She further advised that Sasuke was sure to be cranky and to try not to take anything he said personally. According to Sakura, the Naruto's desire to occasionally go on dates was a bit of a point of contention between them and she hinted that Sasuke was never terribly amenable to leaving the house for any reason. Mulling over the girl's advice, Neji had nearly finished drying his hair when Sasuke returned to the room and proceeded to sulk in the far corner while he dressed. He had not seen Sai since practice and figured that the artist was with Naruto, which could be a very bad thing if the ink nin wanted to hold onto his virginity long enough for Sakura to explain to him what it was. Life as a fully accepted member of the family was, apparently, rather complex.
"Where are we going?" Neji asked.
"Just get dressed." Sasuke snapped, crossing his arms.
The Hyuuga was willing to bet that Sasuke was not someone who appreciated surprises and that Naruto's idea of a good date included keeping the details to himself, which might explain the raven's temper. The little blond had always preferred spontaneity and he figured that dating would be no different, even if the outfit implied that his alpha had given the excursion far more thought than Neji would have originally expected. His alpha…Kami, when had he started thinking of the jinchuuriki that way? The shock of the realization almost made him want to laugh, but Sasuke was watching and life was strange enough already without having to explain bursts of inappropriate humor to a serial killer. True, the Hyuuga was a little hesitant about the whole idea. He had never actually 'gone out' with anyone before, and certainly not someone like Naruto. Anko required total secrecy and he had never even considered trying to go out with Hinata. Neji tried to imagine how a date with his cousin might have been, only to discover that he found the entire notion totally annoying. A date with Naruto on the other hand…the idea was at least pleasantly intriguing.
In addition to a profusion of laces, the shirt also had a built in mask that he could pull over his nose and tie in place behind his skull, which would be awkward around his hair. Sasuke was wearing a mask also, the emphasis the garment placed on his eyes only making the man's scowl look even more menacing. Neji glanced to where Sasuke was standing, wondering what to do when he remembered that Sakura had given him a way to tie his hair up and out of the way of the mask. Neji pulled his hair into a tail, combing back the stray pieces, and securing it with the rubber band Sakura had given him. He smiled fondly. She really did seem to know everything. The shirt came next, remarkably comfortable and an attractive shade of forest green even if it was rather…much. He should have known. Naruto loved things that were loud and so his taste in clothing certainly would not be any different.
"Hurry up." Sasuke snarled, red sharingan eyes glowing over the edge of his mask.
"Be patient, there isn't any rush." Neji said softly, trying to placate him.
"The sooner we're gone, the sooner we can come back." The raven grumbled.
Neji shrugged and pulled out the armored arm guard Naruto had given him. Only one armguard, obviously fitted for the right arm, and designed to be secured over the middle finger. The garment was obviously more than decorative with a well sewn Kevlar lining and steel guards made to look like fish scales over the lower surface. It was meant to replace his bandages, Neji discovered with a start, and that meant that the gift was far more…intentional…than he had initially thought. He swallowed. Neji wanted to ask Sasuke about the clothes and about the date and about what Sakura was going to do with Sai, but he was not quite sure how. The raven haired killer had been surprisingly quiet in the week that had passed since saving Sakura, sitting silently when they ate or exercised or when Naruto pulled him into a kiss. Neji blushed at the thought. The blond was obviously sexually frustrated, but he still restricted himself, trying to give everyone enough time to find their balance again. It was nice, sort of, except that there were so many moments were Naruto looked at him and Neji could practically feel himself being devoured anyway, when he pulled Sasuke into his lap like a drowning man might clutch onto a piece of driftwood. There was so much, so much emotion between everyone, like a boiling undercurrent to every conversation. Neji licked his lips and pulled on the arm guard, still feeling naked without the bandages.
"Why do you bother to cover it up?" Sasuke asked, gesturing to Neji's right arm.
"Habit, I guess." Neji whispered.
"Most ninja like to display their scars."
"Do you display yours?" Neji asked, a bit more icily than he had intended.
Sasuke looked away and the silence stretched between them again. It was awkward, this stillness, tense and aching like trying to exercise in a cold room. Simple emptiness of speech had never bothered Neji before; he had even preferred quiet to needless conversation before he came to clan Uzumaki. Before his uncle gave him away to be Naruto's subordinate, Neji had often complained that dialogue was pointless, that people spent too much time talking about nothing. Perhaps the difference was that when Hiashi or Tenten or Kiba chose to be quiet, there was nothing that they had to say, and with Sasuke the silence managed to convey so much. With Naruto's beautiful killer, an entire novel could be written in what was not said and the weight of a look.
Neji disliked being made to feel nervous, even though he knew Sasuke was not irritating him intentionally, and decided that he had tolerated more than enough mystery for one day without being subjected to the raven's moods. Pulling on the black cargo pants without really giving the garment much inspection, the Hyuuga tried to decide how he would ask Sasuke what the hell was going on without getting into a fist fight. Finally dressed, he took a deep breath and moved to where Sasuke was still leaning stoically against the wall.
"Sasuke, when are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Neji asked, turning to the darksome murderer.
"Who says anything is bothering me?"
"It's obvious." Neji stated, moving to stand in front of him.
"To the Byukugan?" Sasuke asked raising a sardonic eyebrow.
"To anyone who's paying attention." Neji replied, crossing his arms.
"Why the fuck would I tell you?" Sasuke hissed.
"Well, you've been hiding in here for nearly an hour and it doesn't look like you're in any mood to tell anyone else, so I can only conclude…" Neji said.
"Fuck you."
"Sasuke, I don't really understand why you are keeping it to yourself. Everyone can tell that you're pissed off about something, so why not spare us all the angst and just tell me what's going on?" Neji replied evenly.
"I just…Never mind." Sasuke murmured.
"What? You still think I'm planning to murder everyone in their sleep?" Neji asked, annoyed.
"No. You've made it perfectly obvious that you have no interest in killing my family, but…" Sasuke sighed.
"But…?" Neji pressed softly, moving to stand a bit closer.
"But I wasn't able to save them either." The raven finally whispered, breathing the words into his mask so softly that Neji almost lost them.
"What do you mean?"
"I couldn't save them, I tried…I tried everything, one equation after another, but if you hadn't finished the proofs we all would have died and Sai would have been left here…" Sasuke trailed off.
"So that's why he's been so desperate to have sex with Naruto." Neji said, nodding to himself. Sasuke shrugged.
"It isn't any mercy to live when everyone you know is dead." Sasuke said blithely.
"No, I guess not." Neji murmured.
"I failed them, my family, again…" Sasuke whispered, hiding his eyes.
"Don't be dense. You did most of the work. The only reason it was even possible was because you had already figured out all of the relevant parameters." Neji argued.
"Nothing would have worked without your equations."
"Are the only accomplishments that count the ones that you do by yourself?" Neji asked, raising an eyebrow.
"They were dying and I…I couldn't do anything to stop it…" Sasuke turned away.
"I gave you information that you didn't have. Nothing more. Like a textbook." Neji said, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"I failed them…"
"Sasuke! Everyone is ALIVE!" Neji shouted.
They stood together, too close, Neji breathing hard. He was not angry, no, that was not quite the right description for what he was feeling. More than anger, the Hyuuga just felt so damn full of broiling emotions, everything tied up in everything else. Finally, Sasuke turned to meet his eyes, the ebony of the man's unguarded irises somewhat shocking after only seeing the scarlet glow of the sharingan for so many days. There was something almost intimate in looking into Sasuke's naked eyes, his real eyes, un-obscured by jutsu. The swirling mess of feeling in Neji's mind was somehow both intensified and soothed by looking at Sasuke, by having him actually look back.
"We did it together…" Neji murmured.
"Stop it. Humility from you is just weird." Sasuke huffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Who's being humble? Without the information I gave you, it might have taken you an entire week to figure it out." Neji chuckled.
"Your work with energetic dimensions is…impressive." Sasuke acceded, eyes smirking a bit behind the mask.
"Hmmm…many things about you are impressive." Neji breathed, setting a hand on the wall beside Sasuke's head.
Neji knew that he was being forward, probably inappropriately so, but the raven smelled so good, so familiar. The crisp smell of winter rose from his flesh like snow from the mountains, clean and sharp. Sasuke looked at him warily and crossed his arms into a defensive barrier across his chest, but he did not push the Hyuuga away or retreat. Instead, the once-Uchiha looked up at him through the curtain of his lashes with a coy kind of confidence, a bit of unspoken challenge that was so similar to Anko that Neji nearly choked. Sasuke was gorgeous, perhaps even more so than Anko had ever been, more stunning than any real person he had ever even seen before. There was something about Sasuke, beyond just the preternatural beauty, something about the way he moved and spoke that set Neji's nerves on fire. He was attracted to him, just as surely as he was to Sakura, but the feeling was utterly foreign as well. Sasuke brought out something sharper and almost more aggressive in his nature than Sakura or even Anko did, but it was desire all the same. Sasuke's eyes dared him to move, to touch, to claim him in a way no woman ever could, everything about him hard and masculine, but intoxicating nonetheless. Neji let his body go still, waiting, enjoying the closeness and the scent. They had kissed before, but the gesture was too heavy with meaning to really be a kiss at all. Neji knew that he wanted to kiss Sasuke again, even if the feeling was still strange and a bit too exotic to be anything other than totally irrational. He wanted to kiss him for the sheer pleasure of it, wanted to discover for himself if the raven tasted as tempting as he smelled.
Neji drew a surprisingly steady finger down the center of Sasuke's chest, enjoying the way the silken fabric of the raven's shirt clung to his muscles. They were both dressed, he noted, for the jinchuuriki's pleasure with Sasuke wearing a sleeveless blue tunic slit up the sides to show his legs, and an incredibly well fitting pair of black cargo pants underneath. The midnight blue of his shirt accentuated Sasuke's porcelain skin, making the naked flesh of his shoulders look even more smooth and perfect than it already did. The dark haired killer also wore a pair of black arm covers, fancifully sewn together in the same corset-like fashion as his own shirt. Neji smiled as the pieces fell into place a bit more. Naruto liked laces.
"Tell me, what does all this mean?" Neji said, hooking a finger into the laces on Sasuke's arm covers.
"Does it have to mean something?" Sasuke teased darkly.
"No…but it does." Neji replied, stroking the skin of his shoulder.
Sasuke watched him for a while, smoldering black eyes raking over Neji's face and body in unmasked appreciation. Anko had looked at him that way too, like something that she may or may not want to tear apart, the expression both violent and seductive. A deep shudder ran up Neji's spine. He moved his hand to grip Sasuke's chin between his thumb and first finger, tipping the raven's face up to meet his own. He was pleased when the beautiful murderer yielded to his direction, leaning closer, black eyes smirking above the mask. The feel of him was nothing like a woman, but no less arousing. The cloth of Sasuke's mask was thin enough to still show the shape of his face beneath, each perfect line lovely under the close embrace of the blue silk. Neji sighed and brushed his masked lips against Sasuke's own. His mouth was covered by the garment and Sasuke's lips were similarly obscured, so the kiss was superficial and chaste, but still stirring enough to make him dizzy. Just the brush of skin-warm silk and the firm shape of the raven's lips beneath the fabric, soft and hard at the same time, yielding, was enough to send a sharp spear of heat directly into Neji's core. He found to his pleasure that Sasuke Uchiha, the fierce and terrible bane of all civilization, was surprisingly submissive. Neji smiled and kissed him again, moaning a little as Sasuke wound his left arm around his neck and melted into the embrace.
He wondered idly if Naruto had made Sasuke this way, if he had taught him to be so sensitive, to respond so easily, but he doubted the jinchuuriki would have done anything to change the raven haired menace. Oddly enough, the soft way that Sasuke clung to him was very much in character. Where Naruto was bright and hot, Sasuke was cool and dark, mysterious in a way Neji knew very well. They were yin and yang, night and day, equally powerful and desirable. Sasuke nuzzled his mouth a little and Neji had the distinct impression that if they were not separated by the silk of their masks, that the raven would have bitten him. Rough, he liked it. Neji moved a step closer, squeezing the muscular crest of Sasuke's shoulder, already fully aroused. The raven made an odd little noise, something between a gasp and a sigh, and he could feel his own breath catch in response. The Hyuuga was about to pull the royal blue mask aside and have his way with Sasuke's mouth when the killer chuckled and pulled back just a little.
"So you want to know what it means?" He breathed, smiling a little, dark eyes cocky.
"H…Hai." Neji replied, breathless.
"Naruto says a lot with clothing, he's weird that way." Sasuke said with a shrug.
"So…"
"So, this," Sasuke said, placing his fingers against Neji's masked lips, "Means that he's a jealous fuck-head and that he's gotten all possessive and attached to you."
"Well, you did warn me…"
"This," Sasuke whispered, moving his deadly fingers down to trace the laces of the Hyuuga's shirt, "Means that he thinks you are beautiful. Something special to decorate."
"Sasuke…" Neji whispered, eyes widened.
"Here, this, your arm cover…," Sasuke continued, "It means that he wants you to be happy, that he wants to understand you. He gives you something to cover the scars, something he thinks will look pretty, something particular…"
"I…I never thought…that he noticed…" Neji stammered, taken aback.
"And this…," Sasuke breathed, hooking his fingers into the mesh running up the sides of Neji's pants, a feature of the garment the Hyuuga had not noticed before, "This means that he likes you…that he wants to fuck you."
"I…Oh…" Neji whispered lamely.
"As I said, he's weird." Sasuke finished, smiling a little sadistically.
OoOoOoO
Sakura knelt on the floor between Sai's knees, the motion considerably less graceful than it would have been a few months ago when her belly was smaller, but hopefully still sexy nonetheless. The artist looked down at her curiously from where he sat nervously on the edge of the bed. She could tell that Sai was still a little unhappy about being left behind when Naruto went out with Neji and Sasuke, but it was an opportunity that the kunoichi had been waiting for. Naruto was worried about Sai's inexperience, or rather the fact that Sai had no clue about how sex worked, even theoretically, and was anxious about how the ink nin's naiveté might affect his chances of surviving the thrall. Sex was emotional, everyone knew that, but Sai had only just begun discovering how to access his own feelings again and he was still frightened by the intensity of the experience.
Sakura knew that Naruto did not want him to be frightened or hurt, not the way that Sasuke had been, but the heat made it difficult for the jinchuuriki to resist Sai's advances. By taking the others out for a date, Naruto had a chance of figuring out what in the hell was going on between Sasuke and Neji, while she got a rare opportunity to administer a little sexual education. Sakura smiled, a bit nervous herself, and slowly began to remove her kimono. Sai's eyes followed her movements, but she knew that his attention was more analytical than passionate, he was still confused. The woman rested her hands against his knees, massaging the tendons of the joints gently until she was certain that she had the artist's entire attention, and not in the analytical way.
"Tonight it's just going to be you and me. I want to show you a couple things, so you can be ready, okay?" Sakura asked gently.
"Okay." Sai replied, staring with hawk-like focus at her naked breasts.
"You can always tell me to wait, but I'm not going to stop unless something hurts." Sakura explained.
"I thought it was supposed to hurt?" Sai asked, cocking his head curiously.
"It will when you have sex with Naruto. Letting another person into your body can hurt, especially the first time. We'll be very careful to make sure it doesn't hurt very much." Sakura said with a reassuring smile.
"It's okay. I've had lots of things in my body." Sai said with the plastic smile that she had come to recognize as a sign that he was confused.
"Things?" Sakura asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, like knives and bullets and broken glass and arrowheads and sharpened wood…"
"Sai, it isn't that kind of pain and it isn't that kind of…um…penetration. Sex isn't like getting stabbed, do you understand?" Sakura said, faintly sickened.
Sai nodded and shrugged, as if the prospect of pain really did not worry him. She sighed. The kunoichi knew that Sai was about as frightened of pain as Kiba was of dogs and that would actually make everything a lot harder since the ink nin was not likely to tell anyone if he was hurting. Deciding that talking would only go so far, Sakura ran her hands higher up over Sai's thighs, stroking the flesh meaningfully with her thumbs. Sai watched her, fascinated, as Sakura let her hands glide farther still until her palms were resting lightly over his genitals. He was wearing simple cotton pants, likely borrowed from Sasuke, with a drawstring waist and nothing else as far as she could tell. Smiling slowly, she ran her thumb over the hardening flesh underneath the fabric, pleased when the artist's breath caught a little.
"How much do you know about this?" She whispered.
"Not much. It makes me male." Sai breathed.
"Does it feel good?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes…I think so."
Sai's eyes were flat as she touched him, but a faint blush dusted his cheeks and his body hardened beneath her hands. She smiled. Sakura had known all along that his physical reactions were appropriate, after all the male erections were mostly a spinal reflex, but feeling the tissue warm and stiffen beneath her fingers was still a relief. Sai trembled a little and covered her hands with his own. Kami, he was so sensitive! She was barely touching him, just the tiniest bit of pressure and friction, barely enough to be a decent tease, and already his breath was coming faster. Sakura moved closer, pushing his knees wider apart with her shoulders, and slowly began undoing the laces of his pants with one hand while cupping him in the other. Sai gasped a little at the touch and Sakura gave him a calm push on the belly to encourage him to lean back onto his elbows against the bed. A few stubborn knots and garment fell away easily to leave the artist suddenly as naked as she was.
Sakura rose up a bit on her knees, fighting not to groan as her distended womb made the action harder than she expected, and softly kissed the tip of his penis. He was longer than Sasuke, but not as thick as Naruto, very beautiful if quite nearly hairless. She licked him, enjoying the silken texture of the smooth skin against her sensitive tongue, ending with another playful kiss at the tip. The artist yelped quietly at the touch, quickly putting a hand over his own mouth to stifle the noise. Sakura stood, carefully because unborn babies are heavy, and crawled onto the bed beside him to pull the hand away from his face.
"It's good to make noise. You're supposed to, that's how your lover knows if they are doing a good job." Sakura said with a laugh.
"Oh." Sai replied, a little breathlessly.
"Being touched here should always feel good, if it doesn't whoever is touching you needs to stop immediately." She whispered, running her fingers in a small circle over the head of his organ.
"Hai…" Sai breathed, blushing hard.
"The skin here is very sensitive and it can feel very subtle changes in texture, that is what makes it feel the best usually, friction…" Sakura purred as she began to stroke him, playing her nails over the underside of the shaft.
Sai shivered in a way that involved his entire body and suddenly Sakura was no longer simply teaching him, but fully aroused herself. She leaned her body across his torso, settling her swollen breasts against the firm expanse of Sai's chest as she took his mouth, licking his lower lip gently. Sai sighed and wound his arms around her, returning the kiss with passion and eagerness. Their tongues played, stroked, stimulated, until Sakura was blushing and breathless and Sai was making needy little noises against her mouth. She reached for him again, stroking the underside of his erection firmly with two fingers, massaging the hardened flesh until pre-cum began to bead at the tip. Sai whimpered a little, pressing his face tightly against her throat as she spread the warm fluid over his body, running her thumb over the slit, pressing in just slightly. The artist jumped beneath her a little.
"That feels…that feels…too much…" He panted.
"Yes, the opening here is tender, so we have to be careful. But, if I use just the right amount of pressure and the right angle and the natural lubrication…" Sakura whispered huskily as she fingered him again.
Sai arched his back and cried out as the pad of her finger pressed against the tiny opening. Sakura smiled and moved to kiss his nipples as her hand moved lower and began to stroke him again, the strokes long and slow, broad with her palm. Carefully, she encouraged Sai farther onto the bed, still stroking him steadily and noting with satisfaction that his hands shook against her shoulders as he tried to manage both moving and feeling at the same time. Once the artist was comfortably arrayed on the bed without the danger of falling off, Sakura bent to him and took the weeping shaft into her mouth, moaning at the warm, salty, musk of the pre-cum already coating him. Sai yelped again and thrust against her mouth, but Sakura held his hips firm to the mattress as she sucked him.
The kunoichi loved oral sex, she really had no idea why Ino and some of the other girls did not, and she enjoyed the warm firmness of his erection against her tongue. She lapped him, pausing to suck on the tip, before taking his length fully into her mouth and moving until the tip of him touched the sensitive skin of her throat. This was the most exciting part, the delicate balance of pressure needed to swallow against him without choking, the thrill of just the tiniest bit of difficulty. Sakura pulled back and lapped at him again, tonguing his urethra softly as she prepared him. Sai shouted, fisting his hands in the pillows, breathing hard. She waited a breath and then another before driving her tongue into the sensitive opening, pushing with the muscular undulations of her tongue, probing for the salty essence there. Sai screamed, half sitting as the stimulation burned through his nerves, but Sakura held him firm. Sakura chuckled a bit to herself and soothed the crown of his penis with soft, circular strokes of her tongue as the artist quieted a fraction to lay back in a quivering heap against the pillows.
"How do you feel now?" She asked, with another long lapping stroke.
"I…I feel like I have too…like pressure…Like I want…I need…something." Sai whimpered, obviously confused by the feeling.
"You feel like you are about to cum. It means that your body is almost stimulated enough to release semen." Sakura whispered.
"Why?" Sai asked.
"Because if you were inside me and I wasn't pregnant, my body could use it to make a baby for us. A baby that would be half yours." Sakura explained. Sai's eyes widened.
"Oh…I always thought it might be, but Danzo never said…" Sai breathed, looking away.
"Danzo was a very bad person." Sakura nearly hissed.
"I…I…Did Naruto…?" Sai stammered.
"Yeah and Sasuke too, that's why she's here. It's okay. It's a good thing." Sakura soothed, patting her belly affectionately.
"I just…never thought…"
"Don't worry…" She purred and bent again to his body.
Sakura moved low, licking the sac of his scrotum gently until she was able to maneuver one of his testicles into her mouth and then the kunoichi began to suck softly. Sai groaned, tangling his left hand into her hair. For while, Sakura was content to hold him in her mouth, letting him feel the heat and stroking the skin with her tongue. When she could feel the muscles in his groin jumping against her palms, the woman licked her way up and around him again, nibbling the underside of his erection with her lips. Sai made a kind of harsh sighing-hissing sound of urgency and Sakura removed her lips to wrap her hands around him.
"S…Sakura…" Sai squeaked, biting his lip.
"Cum. Cum now, baby." The kunoichi whispered as she began to stroke him.
"I can't…I can't…It'll break…"Sai panted.
"It's just your body, your body needs to release…"
"The old thing…I…It'll shatter!" Sai whimpered.
"Shhhh…Relax, let it happen…it has to happen…" Sakura murmured, stroking him faster.
"Ahhh….Ahhh…" Just sound now, he was so close.
Sai turned away, gritting his teeth, but his hips were already moving in natural counterpoint to her hand. Sakura rubbed him, entranced by the ruddy blush spreading down his preternaturally pale chest, lending a hint more color to his nipples. He thrust against her once and then again before clenching his muscles and ejaculating in a warm gush against her fingers. For the barest moment, Sakura thought she saw a ripple of electric blue flow across his skin, faster than lightning, but the color was gone even before she could truly comprehend it. Sakura blinked, but saw nothing other than Sai was lying in a lovely, panting, trembling sprawl before her.
"Good boy." Sakura breathed, smiling as she milked him and wondered.
OoOoOoO
Neji tried not to stare, but only succeeded marginally. He had never seen Naruto dressed up before, perhaps in the Uzumaki livery, but not like this. The blond wore a well-fitting, ochre orange shirt with interesting silver buttons and tiny, black, flame patterns embroidered onto the open edges of the collar. The shirt was made of something almost like silk, but a little bit shinier and would have been utterly ridiculous…except that it wasn't. The man looked good, very good, and very accessibly good. Everything about Naruto, from the tantalizing texture of his shirt to the soft way he had combed his shining blond hair screamed 'touch me, I feel good' in the most brazen visual language Neji had ever seen. The vessel had chosen to leave the first three buttons open at the collar and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows in a way the shirt was probably not designed for, but that looked wonderful anyway. The glowing expanse of smooth, darkly tanned skin was almost sinful, practically glowing with the flush of Naruto's fever and tempting beneath the close stretch of the cloth. He was like honey, golden all over and glittering…luscious. Neji had come to the uncomfortable realization that he was attracted to the jinchuuriki weeks ago, but seeing Naruto this way was enough to actively distract him.
The fiery blond liked attention and Neji wondered how he had managed to miss the fact that Naruto was so good looking, so striking, for so many years. He did not look like anyone else in Konoha, like anyone else the Hyuuga had ever seen, and if the visual stimulation was not enough Naruto also wore the most appealingly noisy jewelry he had ever heard. The jinchuuriki wore black leather wrist cuffs with tiny steel bells sewn onto the edges and a profusion of silver chains twirled into graceful knots. Naruto's pants were almost exactly like Sasuke's, but looped with decorative silver rings and chains, emphasizing the sleek contour of the blond's buttocks, tinkling, scintillatingly, with every step he took. The entire ensemble chimed and jingled musically, ringing with every movement the jinchuuriki made, intentionally distracting. The sound, though quiet, would have made any other ninja unbearably nervous, but Naruto had always liked aesthetics that would drive most people insane.
Neji discovered quickly, to his shock, that he did not find the veritable racket annoying. Instead the noise was…interesting. There was something sensual in the sounds, as exotic and appealing as Naruto's blond hair, something that made Neji want to see him in the jewelry and nothing else. The jinchuuriki obviously liked the noise too, swinging his hips in rocking circles just to make the silver chime, totally oblivious to how much the movement advertised.
The Hyuuga blinked and tried once again to walk in a straight line towards the restaurant without running into Sasuke. The trio walked in a relaxed clump, close enough that Naruto could slide his hand into the back pocket of Sasuke's pants, too intimately close to be anything but lovers. Neji would have given them more space, tried to hang back and avoid looking obvious, but Naruto had already snagged a hold on the laces dangling from his shirt. The blond looped the leather lace through his fingers and Neji was forced to either walk an inch from the man's hip or look for all Konoha like he was being dragged. People stared. People stopped and stared. People stopped and stared and pointed and Neji suddenly understood why Sasuke hated going out. He wanted to fade away, disappear into the shadows, stalk back to the house and lock himself in. Tonight, the entire village knew that he belonged to the blond and it was uncomfortable to say the least.
"You guys are gonna love this place! It's great! Kakashi sensei told me about it and he says that it's just like the food they have in Wave! Tasty!" Naruto gushed excitedly.
"If you want fish, we could have had fish at home." Sasuke groused.
"Yeah, but that's boring. At the restaurant it's really different, really exciting and Tsunade didn't let you go to Wave last winter so I thought it would be cool!" Naruto pressed.
"I've been to Wave, you know." Sasuke grumbled.
"Going with Orochimaru doesn't count. Vacations with psychopathic snake people aren't any fun, you probably just trained the whole time…"
"You didn't go on vacation either. You were supposed to be working last winter." Sasuke sniped.
"Doesn't mean I didn't have fun. In Wave they let you eat lying down! Like on couches!" Naruto exclaimed.
"Why would you want to eat lying down?" Sasuke asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Cuz that way we can cuddle." Naruto said, smiling so wide his eyes practically squinted shut.
"I am not cuddling you in some weird-ass foreign restaurant!" Sasuke snapped.
"That's what they do in Wave." Naruto whined, pouting.
"We aren't in Wave!"
Across the street, a group of Nara clan scribes stopped to gape and whisper amongst each other. Naruto waved at them and the men dispersed as if they had been sprayed with cold water. Neji wondered if it was always like this, if the entire village always treated the vessel like he was some kind of dangerous animal on display in a zoo, and, if they did, how Naruto managed to stay sane. Kakashi waved at them from a dumpling stand and Naruto smiled in return as he casually slipped his arm around Neji's waist as they walked past the teacher. People whispered. Most smiled and a few sneered, but everyone seemed to be watching as they passed with far too much interest for Neji's peace of mind. Somebody whistled. Naruto smiled and Sasuke glared and Neji was very glad that his face was mostly covered so no one could see him blush. The whole situation was bizarre, bordering on outright absurd, and Neji had never felt so off-balance in his life.
By the time they reached the area of town closest to the restaurant, Neji had cut himself fingering a kunai too nervously and Sasuke had decided to supplement his glaring with threatening hand gestures. Naruto, however, seemed to be as happy as ever. The restaurant was a small affair firmly ensconced in the civilian sector of the city, far away from ANBU or the tower or any other ninja establishments. The small building was surrounded by an ornate garden carefully landscaped to look like sandy beaches with tide pools and filled with gurgling fountains still splashing even in the chill of the late fall air. The mist kicked up by the fountains decorated the naked trees with a shimmering sheen of ice that sparkled like gems in the last rosy glow of the evening sun. The effect was ethereal, unearthly and very beautiful. Naruto grinned and hugged him a little tighter.
"What kind of idiot has fountains going this time of year?" Sasuke asked, crossing his arms.
"Someone who loves water." Neji replied softly.
"Yeah! The owner's from Wave! Come on!" Naruto said and pulled them inside with a rapturous jingle of his silver accoutrements.
The hostress was a tiny and extremely efficient woman who spoke with a thick accent and wore enough sea shells to populate a decent sized bay. Though she had never met Naruto personally, she recognized his name from the reservation list and knew enough about Konoha politics to greet the jinchuuriki enthusiastically. Apparently, he was the first clan head to frequent the place. Neji was not surprised that the restaurant was not patronized by clan leaders since, other than Naruto, most of them rarely bothered with the civilian areas of Konoha at all. Sasuke shot the hostess a particularly baleful scowl, but said nothing as she chatted with Naruto and led them to their table. Thankfully, the seating chosen by the woman was in one of the farthest corners of the establishment, somewhat separate from the main dining areas, and afforded them a bit of privacy. The table was well lit with nearly a dozen glass lanterns and beautifully inlaid with mosaics made of shells. It was also surrounded by a kind of u-shaped couch covered in large pillows instead of chairs or normal seating cushions.
"I'm not doing this." Sasuke hissed.
"Oh come on! It's fun!" Naruto said, reclining onto the couch like a well fed cat.
"Looks pretty comfortable." Neji said, shrugging and moving to lie down as well.
"This is seriously one of your stupidest ideas!" Sasuke spat as he moved to lie down on the other side.
Neji managed to get into a decently comfortable reclining position, while still being able to reach the table and the kunai hidden in his belt. Sasuke similarly arranged himself on the other side of the couch, muttering angrily about stupid cultures that wanted to eat lying down and all the damn seashells. The waitress arrived wearing a colorful sarong, seashells and not much else. Neji hoped she did not have to go outside for any reason or the poor woman would probably freeze to death. She knelt at the edge of the table and wordlessly handed them menus, gracefully gesturing to where the drink menu was slipped into the inner cover. Naruto made a quick hand gesture to her and the girl smiled and hurried away.
"What the fuck was that?" Sasuke asked.
"I thought you had been to Wave?" Naruto asked, smirking.
"I have. No one ever acted like that." Sasuke snarled.
"It's because you spent the whole time training, like I said. In Wave the ninja clans are all controlled by women, it's heavily matriarchal, kinda like the Inuzuka clan, but way more restrictive. In the ninja clans, the men don't talk in public unless it's something urgent or their general specifically tells them to, especially not if they are low in the birth order. The civilians of Wave are kinda the same way, but in reverse. Only the first born daughters are allowed to speak in public and all the other women are supposed to be silent or it's considered rude." Naruto explained.
"So if a man approaches you and begins speaking, you know immediately that he's a civilian. That's kind of helpful actually." Neji mused.
"Any moron who's paying attention can tell who the civilians are without weird gender restrictions." Sasuke huffed dismissively.
"Still, it makes going incognito a lot harder. I think having to always guess whether you should be speaking or not would deter spies pretty effectively." Neji countered.
"Yeah, actually it does. Trying to quietly gather information was a lot of work. If you want to get any kind of intelligence out of a ninja, you pretty much have to ask a woman and then they all go running back to their clan leaders. If you want information from a civilian, you have to ask a man and they don't know anything because the clans only talk to women." Naruto said, annoyed by the memory.
"How'd you get around it?" Neji asked.
"Turns out Sexy-no-Jutsu is useful for something other than just shocking the hell out of people." Naruto said with a grin.
"Only you would deal with cross-cultural spying difficulties by turning yourself into a woman." Sasuke laughed, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, well, it got the job done and nobody died. Better than the alternative, believe it." Naruto said seriously.
"I do. The whole place sounds like a mess." Sasuke agreed.
"It's just different. Made me really glad I was born in Konoha." Naruto said, smiling.
"It did? I mean…Even with the way people treat you?" Neji asked quietly.
"I get to choose who I marry and don't have to rely on hand gestures to buy ramen. I don't get beaten if I hug one of my female friends. I can have female friends. It's amazing what you take for granted." Naruto said, idly stroking Sasuke's hair.
"Tch, that's stupid. If it's so bad, why don't the men just leave?" Sasuke yawned.
"It's hard to leave when you can't read, not to mention the fact that your entire clan will hunt you down and skin you alive if you try." Naruto said, raising an eyebrow.
"Kami! That's awful!" Neji exclaimed, shocked.
"Oh, like the Hyuugas would have done anything different with you." Sasuke noted sourly.
"What?" Naruto asked, stiffening.
"At least I was taught to read." Neji hissed defensively.
"You're just supposed to be a servant, though. How much did you have to teach yourself?" Sasuke pressed.
"Wait, what are we talking about? What's going on?" Naruto asked again, scowling.
"The Hyuuga clan is just the same way as the clans in Wave. So were the Uchihas. The only difference is the whole gender superiority thing. If you desert, then the rest of the clan will hunt you down and kill you for shaming them, it's the same everywhere." Sasuke said, shrugging.
"But… Is this true?" Naruto asked, turning to Neji.
"I'm not sure I really agree with Sasuke…but it is true that most of the branch house members can't read. Also, the punishment for leaving is…severe." Neji whispered.
"Kami…" Naruto breathed, eyes wide.
The waitress arrived then with a tray of drinks. She knelt and served out the steaming beverages as silently as she had handed them the menus, but smiled at Naruto and laughed a little when he made another hand gesture. Sasuke raised an eyebrow and Neji was certain, knowing the extent of the raven's meticulous thinking, that he had already memorized both gestures for later use. The drinks, which smelled both sweet and oddly spicy, were set out carefully onto small seashell coasters and served in small, polished cocoanut shell cups. The effect was foreign, but very beautiful and Neji could tell from the scent that the beverages were alcoholic. Intrigued and more than eager to change the topic of conversation, Neji lifted his cup and took a small sip. Sweet heat bloomed across his tongue and warmed his throat as well, delicately laced with the rich taste of coconut oil and spicy cinnamon.
"Delicious." Neji breathed savoring the taste and taking another sip.
"What is this?" Sasuke asked.
"Rum. It's a kind of liqueur they make in Wave from sugarcane molasses. I really like it." Naruto said, sipping happily.
"Hmmm…it is good." Sasuke agreed tentatively, taking another sip.
Neji had to agree. Usually he disliked anything too spicy, but the smooth sweetness of the liqueur and the rich fat of the coconut oil blended nicely to soften the bite of the cinnamon in a way both appealing and complex. Sasuke had, apparently, decided that coming out was not without some benefits and was drinking his rum wordlessly without looking quite as venomous as he had before. Naruto sighed and leaned back against his cushions until his face was only a few inches from Neji's own. The rum on the jinchuuriki's breath drifted across the space like a vapor, as sweet and exotic as Naruto was himself.
"You taught yourself to read?" The blond asked quietly.
"My father taught me." Neji replied, uncomfortable.
"And…who taught your father?" Naruto asked, blue eyes steady and focused.
"He…He taught himself." Neji confessed, so quietly that Naruto scooted closer to hear.
"It's a good thing he did, believe it." Naruto whispered, stroking a finger down Neji's face.
The Hyuuga fought not to shiver at the touch and only succeeded partially. Naruto's face was so close, his eyes such an unimaginable shade of blue, that Neji could not quite bring himself to look away. The drink was warm in his veins and Naruto's hand was warmer still, scalding with the heat of his fever, calloused and expressive against the sensitive skin of his cheek.
"I don't get it, how do you function as a ninja without even knowing how to read?" Sasuke grumbled.
"In Wave, the male nin are barely more than foot soldiers, totally dependent on their generals for direction and coordination." Naruto said sadly, dropping his hand from Neji's face.
"Stupid." Sasuke hissed.
"It was the same in my clan until a few decades ago, as well. Branch house members could never perform a mission alone without a main house leader." Neji sighed.
"I never thought that…in Konoha…" Naruto shook his head, not even wasting the breath to finish the thought.
"Even the Uchiha clan never allowed our servant class to be educated. The only difference was that they weren't allowed to train to become ninja either. You're too naïve." Sasuke said, a touch bitterly.
"That's dumb. I hate it. We will never be like that. Never!" Naruto hissed angrily.
"No Dobe, we won't. Everything about us is different from the other clans." Sasuke said, laughing a little.
"You have that luxury. Your clan can be any way you want it to. That doesn't mean anything in the rest of the world will ever change." Neji said bitterly, looking away.
Naruto reached for him again, preternaturally hot fingers warm even through the silk of Neji's mask, pressing insistently. The Hyuuga turned to face him, surprised to see a tender smile on the blond's lips, his blue eyes bright with excitement and fever.
"Our clan, Neji. Ours." Naruto whispered.
OoOoOoO
Sai knelt on all fours, hips supported comfortably by a stack of pillows, panting hard. A light sheen of sweat shone over his skin and the artist still felt warm, too warm, his muscles hot with the effort of trying to keep his knees from shaking. Sakura knelt just behind him, stroking his scrotum with long, sure movements of her knowing hands in a way that felt both shockingly pleasurable and slightly ticklish. Sai moaned, closing his eyes tightly as the kunoichi began to massage the delicate structures within the tender sac, pressing with just enough force to send a thrill of terror through his spine along with the pleasure.
"You are frightened when I do this. Has someone hurt you here before?" Sakura asked gently, the movements of her fingers never stopping.
"I…I don't remember." Sai whispered
"It's okay. I just want you to know that I won't ever hurt you." Sakura said, moving to hug him around the waist as best she could with the pregnancy.
"I know that." Sai replied, enjoying the erotic press of her breasts against his lower back.
He trusted Sakura, maybe even more than he trusted Naruto, and the woman had never failed him. Sakura had always been there when he was hurt, or lost or crazy and he loved her so much that it became like a physical ache when he was not in her presence. Love hurt sometimes, but the emotion could feel good too. Sai felt good when she taught him how to stroke the dewy warmth of her vulva with his fingers and how to find her clitoris with his thumb so he could make her cum just from the careful stimulation alone. The texture, the scent of her was unlike anything he had ever experienced and when she drew his hand close, when she let him touch her on the inside…Sai gasped and moaned even at the thought. Her inner body was smooth and coated with warm fluids to make it even smoother, muscular and yet delicate, exquisitely sensitive. He liked the way she felt, the close, tight, glossy caress of her inner body against his fingers more magnetic and wonderful than anything he had ever felt before.
Sakura taught him how to please her, taught him where it made her feel good when he touched and where it hurt. Not all places with the same, every fold and curve of the sacred tissue seemed to be unique, all unequally innervated for a vast capacity for sensation. Even the clitoris, protected in its tiny hood, was sometimes too sensitive to touch directly and other times could be handled more roughly. Sakura told him that sometimes Sasuke even gently bit her there and that the stimulation felt wonderful. She whispered, smiling against his jaw, that when Sasuke did that on the rare occasions where such a thing was alright, the raven could make her cum from a single nip alone. What feels good for a woman depends, Sakura said, on the level of her arousal, the temperature of the room and also the monthly cycles of her body. Sai had listened to her carefully, as attentively as he could with the first two fingers of his right hand fully buried in the glistening embrace of her intimate body. He had never known that a person could be touched that way, so intimately, and doing so made his blood race.
Sai wanted to learn, he wanted to know every fold and angle of her body as intimately as his own, better, because with Sakura the knowledge gave him a way to make the love ache in his chest real, a way to turn the emotion into heavenly fire. She had made him cum only twice in the hours of love play, once in her hands and again in her mouth, but Sai had felt himself come close many times. He had been on the cusp of orgasm when she allowed him to finger her, when she taught him how to stimulate her breasts and nipples and when they lay against each other and kissed. Orgasm was becoming less terrifying and the rusty, secret in his heart seemed less likely to shatter under the pressure of the thundering pleasure Sakura ignited in his flesh. As Sakura had told him, male orgasm was about the body and the mind did not need to be involved if it made the release frightening or painful. No pain, physical or otherwise was acceptable Sakura hissed sternly. She believed that there should be no pain when he came, none at all, and Sai had never done anything with his body before that did not involve pain.
The girl turned every inch of his flesh into a carnal landscape, showing him where his own skin was too sensitive and also where a lover could be rough. His back, the skin behind his knees, his throat were all places where actions like kneading, clawing and biting could feel good, but only the most delicate caress was acceptable in areas like the scrotum or the crown of his penis. She stroked his nipples, brushing the virgin peaks with her thumbs and fingers until Sai felt like screaming, but could not muster enough breath to try. Nipples, Sakura said, were usually less sensitive in men, but still well innervated and able to receive erotic touch. Sai believed her. When Sakura sucked his nipples, the feeling was pleasurable, but when she pinched the tender flesh in her fingers and nibbled the skin with her lips he wondered if it was possible to faint from arousal alone. She touched his penis gently, rubbing softly, but bit him roughly on the thick muscle of his shoulders and that was pleasurable too. No matter what the kunoichi did, whether gentle or firm, hard or soft, rough or sweet, every touch filled his flesh with tingling, visceral joy.
"How do you feel now?" Sakura asked as she stroked his testicles again.
"Good, so good…close…" He responded, breathing hard.
"Perfect. It has to feel good, very good. The next touch might be a little frightening…" Sakura said, kissing the small of his back soothingly.
"I'm not afraid." He breathed, muscles shaking.
"I know." The girl smiled and slowly removed her hand from his skin.
Even in her absence, the heat lingered like a physical thing, like a fingerprint pressed into the very energy of his soul. Sai was tempted to turn around and watch her, but Sakura had positioned him carefully and the artist did not want to spoil whatever it was she was going to do. He wanted her to touch him again, anywhere, everywhere.
"Will it be different with Naruto? Sasuke?" He asked softly.
"Yes. Every lover is different. Naruto will be more controlling, more demanding, he won't take the time to define every sensation, but instead try to make the feeling blend together. Loving him can be overwhelming sometimes, but always very, very good." Sakura laughed, as she moved to the other side of the bed, rummaging in the drawer there.
"And…Sasuke?" Sai whispered.
"Sasuke…has some interesting habits. There will be moments when he makes you feel like you can't even breathe, the pleasure is so intense, so unbelievably ecstatic…There might also be moments when you should tell him to stop." Sakura replied her tone a little strange.
"What do you mean?"
"Naruto can handle his aggression, he even gets aroused by it, but Sasuke sometimes does things that most lovers wouldn't like. He doesn't have very good instincts about what is too rough. He likes to bite, hard, and if you don't like seeing your own blood you have to tell him when it hurts." Sakura explained, moving back to her previous position behind him.
"He says he doesn't like to be bitten." Sai noted.
"He doesn't unless he is already very aroused and usually then he only likes to be bitten hard by Naruto." Sakura said, moving her hands over his buttocks.
"Oh."
The woman massaged the muscle there, kneading roughly, one hand steady on the center of his lower back. The position was compromising, even worse than lying on his back with his vulnerable belly exposed, but the kunoichi made the artist feel comfortable, safe. Sai moaned a little as Sakura worked the tense muscles of his buttocks with her strong hands, coaxing him to lie down more fully against the pillows. Sai took a breath and felt himself relax, his body responding to her touch almost immediately as Sakura gently pushed his head down to rest on his folded hands.
"Sai, I'm going to put my fingers inside of your body now." Sakura whispered, brushing her thumb between the cheeks.
"Inside?" The ink nin breathed, heart racing.
"Yes. Naruto will touch you here too, he will touch you here a lot and it is very important that when he does you don't fight him. The thrall is dangerous and he won't be able to stop if you get scared." Sakura said.
"I want the thrall." Sai whispered.
"Then when he comes inside you, don't fight. Don't fight with your body and don't fight with your mind. Relax…" She purred.
Sai tried, tried to will his body into soft submission for her, but it was very hard. Sakura kissed his lower back, running her hands over his sides. The sweet scent of almonds wafted over to him as Sakura uncorked a small bottle of oil and slowly moved back to sit just behind him, her thighs pressed close in between his own. The kunoichi spread the fragrant lubricant over her hands, warming the almond oil against her own skin before she ever touched his body and Sai felt slightly drunk on the fragrance. When the touch did come, it was just the flat press of her palms against the skin of his buttocks, spreading the muscular cheeks to expose the tiny opening within.
"Spread your legs more." Sakura whispered and Sai moved to comply, feeling oddly vulnerable.
Her hand was warm and slick with oil as she touched the virgin flesh of his anus, just the pad of her finger, and a deep shudder moved through Sai's flesh at the unexpected stimulation the contact brought. Her finger, just resting against the opening, was enough to make him nearly want to flinch away from the sheer intensity of the touch alone. Sai choked a little, feeling the blood rush hard to his face and lower.
"How do you feel?" Sakura asked, rubbing just a bit.
He felt vulnerable, fragile, submissive, as if he were baring his throat or kneeling at her feet. He felt warm and also cold, thrilled and also afraid, the touch both erotic and very intimate. Her finger felt…felt like so much, too much, an entire storm of emotion tied to the simple fact that she was touching him there and no one had before. Sakura soothed the tender skin, removing her hand only to press again, very softly, training his body to accept the contact without shying away. She could hurt him this way, Sai knew, and his body tried to react to the threat, his blood thundering in his veins and the small hairs at the back of his neck standing on end, and yet…it was still good.
"How do you feel?" Sakura breathed again, moving her thumb over the tender skin as well.
"Open." Sai finally managed, hissing the word through gritted teeth.
"Yes. That's a good way to describe it." Sakura whispered, adding more oil and touching him again.
She rubbed, every motion deep and sensual, rubbing the most intimate part of his body. Warmth spread over the delicate skin and strangely visceral pleasure flowed in heated waves deep into Sai's body with every confident press of her fingers. Sakura added more oil, pressing and rubbing, until Sai was quivering with arousal, the feel of the silken pillow cases rough and irritating against his hardened shaft. His hips moved, responding instinctually to her rhythm, moving against her hand, pressing and eager. Sakura stroked the tender skin with her thumb, cupping Sai's testicles in her fingers, and the dual stimulation was enough to make him moan. Sai was hard, so hard that his body ached and he could only focus on the tingling press of Sakura's fingers against the entrance of his body. Suddenly he moved a bit, pressing back against her, following the pleasure, and instead of pulling away Sakura held her hand firm and the pad of her thumb slipped in.
"Ahhh…" Sai yelped, panting hard, feeling cold as she breached him.
"It's okay, relax…" Sakura purred, but did not pull her thumb away.
"I…I can't…" Sai panted, his belly tight as his body fought to reject her.
"You can. You're okay. Does it hurt?" The girl asked softly.
Sai wanted to respond, he tried but the words only came out in a single, long groan. His entire focus was narrowed and directed onto the fact that there was something hard and foreign where nothing had been before, stretching the space inside. The invasion, the strangeness of it, made him feel nervous and quivery deep inside, like his very bones were shaking. Her thumb did not hurt, not exactly, but the intrusion felt strange, full…
"Naruto will touch you this way, he will want to touch you here, inside…" Sakura was whispering.
"Take it out." Sai whimpered.
"Does it hurt?" Sakura asked.
"I…I just…Too much…I can't…I can't…" Sai said, feeling close to tears and not knowing why.
"Too much in your body, or too much in your mind?" Sakura asked gently.
"I feel too much…Everywhere…" Sai whispered, trying to explain.
"It's okay. It's okay to feel. We can wait awhile." Sakura said, rubbing his back soothingly.
She stayed with him, her thumb still inside, occasionally reminding him to breathe. The rusty, jagged secret deep inside was so close, groaning under the weight of the feelings, trying to break apart and cut him with it's edges. Sai shut his eyes, a light sheen of cold sweat rising from his skin. Sakura was still speaking, her voice soft and the words unimportant, just the sound of her presence and her love there to keep the heat close against the darkness. The press of her voice was like the press of her hand, warm and gentle, opening him slowly. He was still soft, having lost the erection when she breached him, but the fear was less now, slowly being burned away in the heat of her hands. After a while Sai found he could breathe again and Sakura began to move, brushing against him just a little.
"I'm scared…" Sai whispered, biting his lip.
"I know. It's okay, it'll feel good, I promise. Relax…" She breathed, rubbing in a slow circle.
"I…I love you…" Sai whimpered.
"I love you too, baby, I love you…shhhhh…relax for me…" Sakura urged, kissing him again.
Sakura moved inside him, stretching the quivering muscles, adding more oil. After a while, the push and pull of her thumb began to feel strangely erotic, even more intense than before, the ridges of her finger pads stimulating against his sensitive skin. The artist took a breath and tried to relax, filled with her, but no longer aching. Sakura moved, rubbing deeply, and Sai felt his body open for her, accepting the invasion centimeter by careful centimeter until she was buried in him all the way up to the knuckle. Sakura adjusted her hand, rubbing him with her fingers, moving her thumb in a firm circle as she opened him. Sai moaned, his body full, full with her, and hot.
"So tight…So gorgeous…" Sakura whispered and removed her thumb to add a finger.
"Nghhh…"Sai groaned, trying to adjust to the new feeling as she moved her finger deep inside, moving, searching…
Suddenly, scorching pleasure seared hard into his groin and in and instant Sai was fully hard once again. He shrieked, his hips bucking back against her on instinct, the erotic fire ringing through his nerves like lightning. Sakura moaned and touched him again, rubbing her fingers against something sexual and electric deep inside his body. Sai felt dizzy, his body ablaze and the deep tightness of impending orgasm already gripping him. The woman added another finger and the larger penetration ached as Sai's intimate body was stretched for her, but the pleasure never waned. He was full, Sakura was inside him and he loved her so having her fingers so tight and deep in his body was good. The fullness was so good…better than anything…She pumped him, in and out, stroking the fiery, sensual something every time. Soon, Sai was pressing back against her with each movement, his penis hard and excruciatingly sensitive, blood pounding in his ears with every erotic thrust of her fingers. Sakura reached for him with her other hand, rubbing the pre-cum over the shaft as she fingered him, moaning softly.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby…you're so good, so hot…" Sakura groaned, licking her lips.
"Sakura…I…I…I'm going to…I need to…" Sai hissed, panting hard.
"No, wait, hold on…" She instructed and removed her fingers.
Sai moaned at the loss, his body stilling singing with unspent heat, flesh quivering with her absence. The girl moved close, lying beside him, pulling his chest tight against her back. Sakura threw her left leg smoothly over his hips, moving her hand back behind to grip his hair and undulating her hips in a way that nearly made him scream. She reached for him, gripping the aching shaft and guiding him up into the luscious embrace of her body. Sai moved, thrusting deep, his body beyond his own control. Sakura moaned and flexed her muscles against him, squeezing him with her body, making the molten heat spread until Sai thought he might die from the pleasure alone.
"Sakura…Sakura…" He chanted her name like a prayer, rocking in hard.
"Yessssss…fuck me…" Sakura snarled, gripping his hip.
"Oh…Oh Kami…" Sai moaned.
He pushed in, the succulent heat of her body like a vice around him, tight and moist. She arched sinuously back against him, meeting every thrust and coming hard with a soft gasp. Sai moaned, feeling his own body approaching the precipice, lost in her heat. Sakura whined, high and needy, before clenching around him as she came again. The pleasure of her, of everything, exploded into his awareness in a single searing moment, white hot and shocking as his muscles bunched hard, contracting against her like a taught spring. Sai came, came hard, with a scream that he barely heard, releasing into the glorious body of the only woman he loved.