Apologies if anyone seems super OOC. NSFW.
Disclaimer: I don't own naruto.
My calves continued to burn painfully as we jumped from tree to tree. I'd lost track of time long ago; all I know now is that it's dark and I'm tired. I looked at my surroundings hoping to distract myself. The scenery around us continued to blend and blend until it became a blur of forest green, navy blue, and black entities. Shisui's to my left, smirking as we make eye contact. He knows I'm tired. We've been through this before.
I look ahead of me and see Yamato and Kakashi side by side, as usual. I idly wonder if Kakashi's getting tired as well, but I know he'd never admit it. Especially not in front of Captain Yamato. I don't even have to look behind me to know Itachi is perfectly fine. I could say something to Yamato, but he'd just complain about my undermining his authority. I sigh inwardly. This is gonna be a long night.
"Oi, Yamato-san. We've got at least another day's travel back to Konoha. Shouldn't we take a rest?"
Shisui's got more balls than me; I'll give him that.
Yamato quickly looked back and sneered. "Tired already?"
The forest is so dense that even the moonlight is barely visible. "We've been running non-stop for two days. Tsunade-sama can wait another day for reports, eh?" Shisui looked in my direction while saying this, as if asking for help. I discreetly turned to my right and continued to look into the darkness. If he won't listen to Shisui…
"What about you, Kakashi? You're fine with going through the night?" Shisui sure is being persistent tonight. "I'll do what I have to." Not taking sides in his non-committal way, as usual. Typical Kakashi. At least he keeps it consistent. Yamato gave Kakashi a hard stare before looking back ahead of him and saying, "If you're all really that weak then I guess we can set up camp for the night at the next clearing." I heard a rather audible tch come from behind, but if Yamato did, he didn't show it.
A few hours later we'd arrived in a large enough clearing for Yamato to set up a makeshift hotel for us with his wood-style jutsu. We all sat together peacefully in a common era, eating what remained of the preserves we'd brought for this three-week journey. At this point it was mostly dried meats, and with Yamato in such a terrible mood from stopping our travels before he'd have liked to, none of us wanted to bother with complaining. We were used to harsher conditions anyway, as was life in the ANBU Black Ops.
"I'll take the first watch, since you're all apparently too tired to continue moving" Yamato said finally, breaking the silence. He was amused at least. Again, a tch came from behind, and as I glanced at Itachi, who was beyond irritated with Yamato's comment, I saw Kakashi laughing softly beside him. Influenced by Kakashi's laughter, I decided to push Yamato's buttons a bit – an activity I enjoy thoroughly. "You don't have to be such a baby about it, Yamato."
He smirked at me. "It would be in your best interests not to insult your captain, especially in the company of your comrades."
"Or what? You gonna tell on me to Lady Hokage?" I watched as the look on his face slowly dissipated from an amused smirk to indifference and stoicism. All traces of humor were gone from his big, dark eyes.
"I intend to do just that. And," he shot a quick glance to Shisui, who looked bemused, and then to me. "I know you're the reason we had to stop." Shisui looked between the two of us, over and over again while he spoke. "Kami, Yamato-san, I was the one complaining, remember?" He waved his arms to and fro dramatically, trying to come to my defenses in a way only Shisui knows how. "Only because she was tired, am I right?" Yamato shot at him. Shisui sighed and mumbled, "Kami, Yamato-san…" as Yamato continued, still starting at me with indifference. "You've been slowing us down ever since we began our trek back to Konoha." Another tch. I looked behind to see Itachi steadily rise to his feet. "If I may, Yamato-san." Yamato turned to Itachi and nodded. "If we've stopped to rest, then I intend to do just that." Yamato nodded, turning back to face me, and just like that, Itachi was gone.
"I suggest you all do the same. Kakashi will take watch after me, followed by Itachi, and then we will depart." Silently I thought about whether taking watch was really necessary at all, given our housing situation and how close we were to home, but I chose to hold my tongue. The three of us started to leave, and after a beat, Yamato spoke again. "Hold on. Shisui, Kakashi, go." He gave me a dark look. "Rei, a word." Shisui gave me a small, apologetic smile before disappearing alongside Kakashi. I looked at Yamato in disinterest. "Outside," he mumbled, walking past me.
Once outside we began walking through the forest, and once we were at what he deemed a safe enough distance, Yamato gave my hand a soft squeeze. "You don't have to be such a jerk in front of those guys," I said in annoyance. He looked me up and down and tugged me forward, continuing to walk deeper into the forest. After a few minutes of walking I started to make another comment, thinking he was going to ignore me, when he decided to speak. "Appearances" was all he said. "Really, Yamato, appearances? You want to appear to be some jerk that can't get along with his comrades? Or, better yet, appear to be some jerk who singles out the only girl on his team?"
He leaned against a tree as he let go of my hand, crossed his arms and stared absently at me. "Or, I'd rather appear as a leader who doesn't sleep with his comrades." I rolled my eyes and tried to look anywhere but at him. There were only two directions where this conversation could go: he was going to tell me that we need to end this, or he was going to kiss me. I felt guilty for wanting the latter. It's not like we're in a relationship. Relationships among shinobi are not forbidden, but they feel extremely pointless – especially when those shinobi are ANBU. We could die any second, so why get into a messy relationship, and involve even more emotional turmoil in a lifestyle that's already full of it? We'd had a conversation like this when we first hooked up over a year ago.
We decided to go out and celebrate the success of our latest mission, and he'd insisted on paying for my drinks for the night. "You've been a great addition to our team, Rei. I'm glad Tsunade-sama placed you with us." I blushed as I quickly downed my drink, although I couldn't decide if it was his compliment or the alcohol that induced it. I listened to the rest of my teammates as they told stories about old missions they'd gone on, and I popped into the conversation every now and then to make a sarcastic comment or laugh at a joke Shisui made at Yamato's expense. Throughout the night he'd look at me to ask if I wanted another drink, or to smirk at one of my many comments. I saw a blush creep onto his skin eventually, but I assumed, like me, that it was probably due to the excessive alcohol intake. My drinking was making me feel brave, and while he was turned away facing one of his team members, I studied what I could see of his face. His strong jaw line and short mussed brown hair. His dark eyes that shine with life whenever he laughs. His perfect teeth and the way his Adam's apple bobs whenever he has a particularly hearty laugh or takes a deep breath. When he turned back to look at me and caught me studying his face, my instinct was to look at the counter and sip from my drink. However, my drink was gone, and by my sudden bravery, I chose not to look away. I chose to look into his dark, almond shaped eyes and give him a flirty smile. He raised an eyebrow at me and looked unsure, but as I slithered by hand onto his inner thigh and gave a light squeeze, he smirked and asked if I wanted another drink. It turned out, by our luck, that this exchange went unnoticed by his teammates, who were too engrossed in their own conversation to pay us any mind. I bit my lip suggestively and shook my head, still not breaking eye contact with him. "I'm going to step outside, I need some air." My hand left his thigh as I got up to go around the table and head out the door. As I walked away, I saw him leaning towards our comrades, although I was too far away to hear what was said. I rested my body on the hard side of the outside of the bar, and just a few minutes later he was standing in front of me. The cold air didn't do much to get rid of my bravery, or the burning on my cheeks – something that didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Are you okay, Rei?"
I rested my hand on his chest and saw him flinch slightly. "I'm fine. Just a little hot." I inched closer, suddenly wanting to feel him. I flexed my hand and let it roam down the expanse of his stomach, mentally noting that this time he didn't flitch at my touch. He was wearing a form-fitting, long-sleeve black shirt, allowing me to feel the warmth of his skin through the relatively thin cloth. I rested my hand on the waistband of his black shinobi pants and looked up at his face, which was now slightly flushed. His flushing betrayed the look of confidence he was giving me, making him appear unsure again. "And you, Yamato-senpai? Are you okay?" I said in a voice so soft I barely thought he'd heard. His eyelids drooped slightly, making them appear hooded, as he brought his body closer to mine. He placed one of his large hands on the exposed skin of my waist, pushing me so that my back was against the cold wall and he was standing in front of me. My heart began to pump rapidly, and I quickly felt myself sobering up as he grasped the right side of my face with his free hand. He lowered his face to mine, and just when I thought it was too late to back out, he stopped. "Are you sure?" My heart beat so fast I swore he could hear it. I nodded almost imperceptibly. "Then yes, I'm okay," he said breathily before capturing my lips in his. The kiss was soft and sweet, and I reveled in the feeling of his hand on my face and his lips on mine. The hand on my waist squeezed softly as his thumb began to rub small circles, and I moaned softly at his touch. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, which I readily accepted as the heat on my face rose to all new levels. My free hand, which had been dangling awkwardly at my side up until now, rose to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. His hair was soft and I flexed my fingers in it, loving the way it felt against my hand. He broke the kiss but didn't remove his hands.
"Your lips are so soft." I bit my bottom lip in response. I didn't trust myself to speak. "And you're so beautiful," he continued. "How did I get so lucky?" My breathing became so ragged that it was becoming embarrassing. How is that I was so turned on when he was barely touching me, and was being so gentle with me? I raised my head slightly and our lips met again, this time in almost automatic, open-mouthed kisses. I tugged at the hair on the back on his head and he groaned before pinning me against the hard building surface with his hips. I felt him, then; felt him throbbing against my lower abdomen. He kissed me a little rougher, his tenderness dissipating. He removed his hand from my face and placed it on the small of my back, forcing me to arch my body into his. I ran my hand that was resting on his waist to his chest and back again in a slow, steady pace as the hand in his hair pulled roughly again. I heard him growl low in his throat before breaking the kiss again. I started panting embarrassingly, not wanting him to stop kissing me. "We should get out of here," he said huskily, "I'll walk you home."
When we arrived on my doorstep I hastily let him inside before shutting the door behind him. When I turned around he grabbed me again and I suddenly felt shy. Something about having him here, in my home, knowing what was likely to come next made me timid and cautious. My rough touches were gone as he kissed me, and as I started to feel fully sober I realized that I was the one looking unsure about what was happening. He felt my body tense slightly and he smirked at me. "Don't be coy, baby," he whispered in my ear. "I'll take care of you." He nibbled my earlobe playfully and I felt my insides tighten in response. One of his hands was on my lower back, and the other snaked down to my core. Although my timid-ness did not fully recede, I wrap my arms around him and moaned as he rubbed my clothed sex with two fingers. "Do you like that?"
I bit my lip and he chuckled before placing warm, wet kisses along my neck. "Don't be embarrassed, you can tell me." I began to throb through my shorts as my wetness soaked my panties. My shyness was fully gone and he kissed me again, a slow, sensual kiss before pressing his forehead to mine and saying, "Do you wanna do this?" I breathily assented, and he proceeded to lift me up and let me wrap my legs around his waist. I pointed to my bedroom and he made quick work of my top, running his hands over my sides while he lifted it off of me and walked us to my room. I kissed him again and grabbed his shirt, trying to make us even. He deposited me on my bed before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He removed his shinobi pants and briefs in one quick motion, now fully naked before me. I bit my lip as I took in the sight of his fully erect member, and the wetness between my legs quickly grew. He leaned over me and nipped and sucked on my neck while removing my bra and shorts. He began rubbing his fingers over my panties and I moaned. "You're so wet, so responsive". I stared into his dark orbs, wanting nothing more than to let him ravish me when I was hit with a pang of uncertainty. "Yamato… Yamato, should we be doing this?" He lifted his head from my neck and slipped a finger in my panties, brushing my wet sex. "Why not, baby? Do you want to stop?" Through moans I mumbled out, "We're… we're on the same – ah, team, so –mm, can't we get into t-trouble for this?" He slipped his finger inside my core and I let out a breathy moan. "No one has to know, it'll be our little secret," he said against my neck as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me. "Besides…" he slipped in a second finger, "we could die at any moment, right? We're shinobi. We may as well enjoy ourselves." I moaned loudly as he started pumping his hand faster. "You seem to be enjoying yourself as we speak." I turned my head to make him look at me. "Y-you don't want to like, get together o-or anything, do you?" He stopped pumping his fingers and looked at me for a few fleeting seconds before chuckling darkly. "No, Rei." He started pumping me again, faster than before, and then looked me straight in the eyes just as he rubbed my clit with his calloused thumb. "I just wanna have some fun."
I rolled my eyes again. "No one knows about us. We decided on that a long time ago, remember?" He smirked at me. "Us, eh?" I leaned next to him on the tree and hit him hard in the chest. "You know what I meant." He sighed at me. "I don't know, Rei. I don't think we're as discreet as you'd like to think. I have a feeling your brother is onto us." He was talking about Kakashi. Lately, whenever we talked about us, whatever we were, we always landed back on Kakashi. "What is it with you, Yamato? He doesn't know anything." Yamato and Kakashi had been friends for some time, although I wasn't aware until I joined their team, because Kakashi and I were never close. When our mother died giving birth to me, he blamed me for her death and grew to resent me. We were only kids, and he knew better now, of course, but the damage was never repaired. "I know him well, maybe even better than you do –" Yamato started, and I cut him off with a tch before looking away. "I didn't mean it that way, Rei." He wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me closer to him. "I just mean I know Kakashi. I know when he's suspicious of something, and I know he knows something's up. We've gotta keep our guard up around him, and the easiest way I see this working is if we just act like we don't get along, at least when he's around."
I decided then to ask a question I already knew the answer to. "What's the big deal with anyone knowing anyway, Yamato?" He gave me an exasperated sigh. We'd been through this before. "Look. I don't want either of our reputations ruined over whatever it is we're doing together, okay? We could get a lot of heat for this." I nodded in response, regretting bringing up the topic and wanting to end the conversation. "We've gotta get back soon or it's gonna look weird, but I brought you out here to say two things and I intend to say them." I sighed and motioned with my hand for him to continue. "Firstly, there's a difference between acting like we don't get along, and you openly disrespecting me in front of our team. You can't do that. Because, frankly, you know I won't do anything, and my not doing anything looks suspicious." I smirked and nodded. "And, secondly…" He leaned in and kissed me, roughly pushing me against the bark of the tree. Caught off guard, it took me a few seconds before I returned his kiss. He moaned into my mouth and I took advantage, wrestling my tongue against his. We hadn't done this since before we set off for this mission, and we'd both become wanting and needy at this point. He pushed me into the tree and I broke the kiss, hissing in pain as the rough bark scraped against the exposed skin on my back.
"As much as I don't want you defying me, you're so hot when you do it," he groaned before pushing me further against the tree, rubbing our clothed genitals together while nipping at my neck.
"You're such a hypocrite. Make up your mind." He gave me a particularly rough thrust in response, and I cried out, my need building. He covered my mouth with a sweaty, salty hand. "Shh, baby. Now's not the time for that." He pulled my pants and panties off in a single motion before loosening his own and kicking them off his feet. He let one of his fingers rub my slit before groaning into my ear, "You're so ready for me, baby. If we're gonna do this, we gotta do it fast." "Give it to me," I panted breathlessly into his ear. He placed both hands under my upper thighs and pulled me so I could wrap my legs around him. He rubbed his hard cock against my wet sex, covering it in my wetness before positioning it at my opening; he returned his free hand to cover my mouth and said, "Hold onto me." I did as he said, putting both hands on his shoulder right before he fully sheathed himself inside of me. I screamed against his hand and he moaned, "Shh, baby. Shh."
He pulled out slowly before ramming himself into me again and again. I continually moaned against his hand, wanting nothing more than to kiss him but knowing he wouldn't let me. "You like that, don't you?" he rasped into my ear. "Do you like getting rammed by my cock? You like getting your tight little pussy stretched out?" Unable to answer, I bit his hand and then kissed it as he hissed. "We gotta make this quick, baby," he said as he continued to ram into me. I whimpered as his dirty talk made me wetter and wetter. I moved my hands from his shoulders to ass to pushed him into me. "What do you want? You want it harder?" I pathetically nodded against him, whimpering into his hand. He grunted as he fucked me harder into the tree, the bark still scraping against my back but the pain now a sweet sensation when in unison with the pleasure he was giving me. "Faster?" he grunted. I nodded, dumbly stating my approval even though it was muffled by his hand. "Oh, fuck, Rei. I can't hold on much longer! I need you to cum for me," he said roughly. I shook my head. It wasn't enough. He growled against my neck and grabbed my lower back, arching my body and positioning us so that with every drive into my dripping core his body rubbed viciously against my clit. "Ah – ah, Yamato!" My moans were muffled but I didn't care to hold back anymore, regardless of whether or not he could make out my words. He licked my neck. "That's' right, baby. Say it again. Say my name." My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood as I screamed his name against his hand again and again. "Cum, baby, cum for me!" I moaned his name as my contractions started and my orgasm blinded me to everything but the pleasure. I felt my insides pulsing, milking him and begging him to release, to which he willingly obliged. "Ah, Rei! Your pussy is amazing!" After releasing into me he quickly pulled out, brought himself into a squatting position and lifted me a little higher on the tree while spreading my thighs apart. I gripped his shoulders and looked away from him, embarrassed as he watched his cum seep out of my dripping core. "Kami, you're beautiful," he said as he looked me dead in the eyes and gave me one long, slow lick. I bit my lip to hold back my moan, not wanting to make any more noise than we already had as my head rolled back. He continued to rub his tongue up and down my slit, lapping our combined juices before lifting himself up and releasing me. I grabbed his sides to steady myself and he kissed me softly, tenderly. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment I felt that I loved him. For fear of ruining our tender moment, I held back my words. When he brought his lips away from mine he smiled at me softly and gave my behind a hard smack.
"Eep! Y-Yamato!"
We walked back to our "campsite" hand in hand. When we were just a few minutes away he stopped walking and let go of my hand. "Like I said before, I'm taking first watch. I'll be back to get Kakashi in a few hours." I nodded my response and he spoke again. "Alright. Better get going, you've already been gone too long," and with that he jumped back, going deeper into the forest. I watched him leave and then walked back to our campsite and to my bedroom. Before closing my eyes I wished that he had kissed me one more time before he left, or that he would come lay down with me once he returned. Knowing neither situation would happen in this lifetime, I sighed sadly and let sleep take me.
