After this chapter, this fic will follow Madara and Konan's relationship after chapter 363. Warning: Graphic scene, rape, and the usual stuff that comes with criminals...
Konan. No family name. Late teens, or there abouts, sheltered beyond belief given that she had grown up in a warzone, the most native and innocent thing he'd come across for years. She hadn't been interesting at first, she'd looked skinny and smelt something bad without access to regular baths, and her paper technique wasn't anything exciting.
Only right now, as Madara stood there hidden in the bathhouse, she was exciting. She wasn't skinny, at least not overly so, and while he tried to force his mind to admire the other female bodies in the place, the larger breasts, the thicker bodies, the more experianced women, his eyes kept finding their way back to the smaller girl in the water, and those smaller breasts that bobbed gently on the surface as she sat there, arms around her chest.
What had he come here for? He glanced at the poisioned needle in his hand, the type that Rain Nin under Hanzou would use, and almost forgot why he was holding it. He was supposed to kill her. Get her out of the way. Poision her, leave her naked where they could use her, and then use her rape and death as a tool to encorage Pein to be more loyal to him.
His eyes darted back to the girl as she rose out of the water. Madara became aware of an increasing uncomfortable tightness against his pants as she hurried past him, a glimpse of her before she'd wrapped a towel around her body. It was enough for his sharingan.
Her breasts were perfect, not too heavy, not too small, the nipples semi-erect from the cool air outside the hot water. Her body curved down gently, just slightly to meet at her waist, and she had a soft stomach that wasn't hard and unyielding looking like some women seemed to favor. A nest of dark blue curls, drawing his eyes between her soft thighs, making him want to grab her there, make her let him look, touch her, fuck her against the wall and make her moan, make her scream his name...
Fuck. He glared down at the offending tightness, aware that he was already hard, and threw the needle to one side. How long had it been since he'd been with a woman? Weeks? Months? Madara occasionally slept with one, he had needs, but he had been distracted by Pein as of late. Konan had always seemed an unnessacery distraction to the teenager, something that'd gotten on Madara's nerves more and more. She had seemed competely useless.
He pictured her kneeling in front of him, using those lips, or spread eagled under him, or bent forward in front of him, and swore softly. Killing her would be a waste. And when he got bored with her, he could kill her then.
Madara followed slowly and came to her room. She was already dressed. He scowled and eyed her outfit, planning the best places to cut, the fastest he could get into her. He was about to enter when he noticed Pein, the asshole kid sitting there with her. He was already with her and Madara knew that they were inseperable. Pein rarely slept, rarely ate, and his eye was always on the girl. It was impossible to get her alone without getting Pein suspicous.
He headed back for the hotsprings and waited, his hardness hurting, waiting for a woman. Normally he went for the fuller figured, he loved curves, but he found himself craving a woman roughly Konan's size and height. She passed by and Madara grasped onto her, tugging her into the bushes. Before she could scream, he genjutsued her, and took her to the wall outside Konan and Pein's room. He pushed her against the wall, her back against his, and freed himself. And with eyes firmly on Konan's figure, she had stretched out on her mat, he fucked the woman he'd grabbed, ignoring her, mind fixated on the blue haired girl in the room.
It wasn't romantic. It was lust, animal lust, aggressive and demanding to be satisfied. And when he came, it was Konan he pictured, Konan his mind grasped onto.
They left the same day and while he tried, over and over, to get her alone...
Pein never left her. He stayed beside her, protected her, gave her clothes that hid her figure, never touched her, never kissed her, never let her see or hear anything that'd shock her. Madara nearly lost his trust once when he made a much too dirty comment about her, just barely saving his new tool's trust with a little genjutsu and a little mistaken word. The girl was going to be his. But not at the loss of his tool.
A week past, a week in which Madara had a near-constant hardness to remind him, his mind going over the few second glimpse of her body over, and over, and no matter how many times he releved himself, the fantasies he had of her brought it back fast. He started to notice her body, her lips, her soft wrist, her arms, her thighs, her legs, her feet, and it suddenly didn't matter if she was slightly dirty or not. He suddenly felt insanely angry whenever another male, Pein included, glanced too low, or made a comment. Several men were left nearly castrated when they asked 'how much for an hour?' It wasn't just Pein who did that...
But oddly enough, this behavier seemed to only grow Pein's trust in Madara, as if being protective of the girl was all he needed to be in order to gain respect.
That was when he'd had the bright idea of a celebration. Sake! Lots of sake. Pein, of course, was the one who got the sake. Madara stuck to water and he made sure Konan's sake was watered down. It'd worked so well, it only took a little provoking, a little teasing, before the young man was eager to impress his new teacher and 'his woman'.
Red eyes roamed over his young companions with a predatory gaze, taking in the situation and grinning somewhat. The pierced red-head lay sprawled across his arms, snoring contently with a half-empty sake bottle beside him. The herbs had helped, he was competely out of it. He wouldn't wake till lunch the next day.
And it left him alone with the girl.
He smirked now as he pulled the sake bottle away from Pein's hand. Konan sat beside him, quiet, fiddling with her kimono. She was just on the peak of womanhood, not quite done, but not a child. He shifted to sit beside her, ignoring Pein's snores, wondering if he'd at least slept with her.
"Madara-sama?" She murmered, gazing up at him from under her soft blue hair and he felt their connection of eyes. Perfect. Nothing big... just a tweak in her willingness here and there, his eyes spinning as he altered her mood slightly...
"Are you tired too, Konan-chan?" He asked softly as he stroked her arm.
Konan shook her head and glanced down to where Pein slept. She then held up her near-full glass and shook her head. "No... I didn't drink much. Are you tired, Madara-sama?"
"If alcohol defeated me that easily, I'd be dead long ago." Madara joked softly, his body never really had absorbed alcohol... but he wanted to be fully in control of his body tonight. "The night is still young for the two of us..." He gripped tighter her arm, leaning closer to her. "...we should enjoy it."
He felt a thrill of triumph as she didn't pull away, her eyes widening as his lips met hers, a moment where she tensed as if about to resist, and then gave up, Madara pushed her down against the ground, kissing her gently, another thrill going through him as she returned the kiss slowly. He shifted his body slowly till he was between her legs, his hands pulling the belt off and tugging the kimono off. She didn't seem to notice till his hands were around her bare back.
"Pein..." She gasped against his lips, sentence lost, wide eyed, her pale skin pink as he moved lower to take one of her breasts in his hand. It fit perfectly, and he tasted it, watching her as he teased her with his mouth. Konan seemed to be startled as a loud snore came from beside him and her resistance grew somewhat as she tried to regain her sentence. "Pein..."
"Is asleep." He replied and tugged the entire thing off her, one hand slipping under her panties to cup her between her legs, the other on her breast, Madara couldn't get enough of her body, the softness and firmness, her thighs tensing and relaxing around his legs as he held her there, rubbing the curls. The look on her face was priceless as Madara pushed a finger inside her, just the tip, testing. She was so hot, and wet, and tight, and something stopped his finger quickly as he slowly pushed in deeper. "So, you are a virgin..."
Konan moaned as the palm of his hand continued to rub her gently, teasing the sensitive nub with his rough hand, she looked guilty, her eyes falling to the still figure beside them. "Pein is... I can't... I can't..."
It annoyed him to think that she thought of Pein now.
Madara let go of her nipple and moved higher, crushing her lips with his, stopping her sentence midway as he pulled her legs around his hips, grinding into her body. She whimpered against his lips in such a cute way. Why hadn't he done this months before? He couldn't wait, he'd cum before he'd even undressed, the girl drove him crazy. He moved up just to get the top off, grinding his hips against hers, and when she started to beg him to stop, that Pein wouldn't approve he scowled.
"He'll like whatever I tell him to like. So will you." Madara summoned a clone, leaving it to tug her panties off as he stood, pulling his pants off slowly. His clone held her so she had to see, he smirked as her eyes were drawn lower now. The arousal she'd shown in her face was mixed with fear and he felt his cock twitch as he stared down at her body, as her eyes stared at him. Fuck. A virgin. His arousal almost hurt, he wanted her so bad, and the sweet fear she showed only made it harder.
"Please... not here... Pein's..." She barely got any further before he was kneeling above her again, his naked body covering hers. Madara glanced at Pein, who was just a few feet away, still snoring and clutching to the bottle. He shrugged, and the clone knelt beside Pein to tie him up, just in case.
Madara ground his body into hers, not entering, watching her red face as his lust started to fill his mind. His fingers bent down between them to pull her lips open, making her cringe.
"Please don't..." She pleaded, eyes shutting as he teased her body with the head, running it along., Konan's hands against his chest as if she could push him off. "I.. I've never..." She twisted under him, surprising him, rolling onto her stomach, forcing him away from her. Konan tried to crawl forward, panting, clearly heading for Pein. It was useless, he slowly crawled towards her as she tried to wake Pein up.
Madara grasped her by the hips and knelt over her, aiming for between her legs without turning her back over. She was bent over Pein. How sweet.
He suddenly thrust into her, blocked by her barrier, making her scream in pain. His mind was too full of lust to care about the pain he'd cause her, he just wanted to fuck her and make her scream, and aiming carefully, he tried again, tightening his grasp on her waist, bending down across her. Her body tore, her screams echoed around them, there was another dampness now, her blood, and he kissed her neck as tears started to roll down her face and fall onto Pein.
"You have now... shh, it won't hurt forever..." Madara reached down to stroke her face, kissing her neck with rare affection. Good girl. She wasn't fighting.
Lust filled his mind and hips again and he started to move, shutting his eyes, moving hard against her as he filled her as deep as he could get. Everytime he moved, she cried out, her chest over Pein, and he smirked at the out of it teenager as he rode her.
He withdrew and pulled her onto her back, beside Pein. The seconds apart were agony for him, he lifted her legs around his waist, hooking them under his arms, and started to move faster and faster till he was slamming against her, his hips thrusting into hers, getting deeper, giving into his need to pound her, to claim her, her moans of pain nothing in his frenzied lust. He could feel her chest rubbing against his as she was pushed backwards and forwards, her hands clawing at him, ignoring Pein's passed out body that she kept bumping into. Fuck, she was tight. Too tight. He opened his eyes to look down at her face, the tears, the screams as he slammed into her, her breasts bouncing, her sweet body almost too small for this treatment, and if he didn't do something...
She suddenly cummed, his red eyes triggering an orgasam, her eyes widening in surprise as she stopped crying and screamed for another reason, her body tensing and her nails drawing his blood. Madara continued to slam his hips into hers, tugging her against him, and didn't wait, as soon as her eyes were open he did it again. And again. And again. Over and over, he made her cum under him, till she was begging him to stop, till she was slippery and shiny with sweat, all pain lost in her dampness. Madara felt his body threaten to release, it'd been some time since he'd had a girl like her, and he tugged her into his lap, sitting back, impaling her again. Madara moved her up and down, her uppar body flopped against his as she apparently couldn't bear to move, before he cummed inside her, spilling white fluid in her, moaning himself.
He wrapped his arms around the panting girl and held her, kissing her sweaty neck, feeling a little regret now that he'd gotten carried away. She struggled and he tightened his grasp.
"I claimed you. You're mine now." He murmered softly. Madara was still buried in her and he slowly ground his hips up into her, aware that his flaccid member would easily get hard again if he stayed like this.... she was nearly his. He had a few more things to do with her... but not tonight.
Slowly he lifted her and with the aid of his clone, gently dressed her, his fingers trailing gently over her bruised skin. Madara wiped away the tears. He held her against him, in his lap with her back to his chest, gently pulling her legs open again. She was still crying. He scowled and kissed her neck, brushing the soft hair out of the way of his mouth, slipping his fingers between her legs under her clothing.
"It only hurts the first time. Let me show you what it's like when you're not a virgin..." He murmered in her ear and started to work on her, slow and gentle, touching her and teasing her till she stiffened against him again, crying out, her beautiful body tensing under his hands. He didn't rush himself this time, he teased her, touched her, careful to not press into her sore body, and when she cummed, Madara made it last as long as possible by continuing to stroke her and when it was over, he held her. She didn't struggle anymore. He smiled as he found something out about this girl... she liked cuddles. She wasn't good at it, she tensed, but she liked it. She'd fallen asleep in his arms and he'd carefully placed healing sauve on her body between her legs as she slept, helping her out a little more.
Madara lay her down on her mat and stretched out after he dressed to rest as well, his satisfied body sleepy. He tugged her close to him, making sure to hold her, stroking her arm and back. It was only when he saw the sun rising that he let go of her and shifted back.
She was quiet the next day. Madara kept an eye on her, but when Pein asked her why she was limping, she had shrugged and said she had tried to do the splits while drunk. Konan's eyes had flickered to Madara who shrugged and confirmed her lie by agreeing. It had surprised him a bit. He had expected a scene, expected to have to genjutsu them, to fight... but she didn't say a word. Even though she was sore, even though she limped and winced as she sat, she didn't give him away.. Madara waited several days before trying it again. She fought him, but weakly, and he was careful to go slower this time, careful to make sure she came before he did.
As the weeks turned into months, Madara started seeing a side of her he hadn't expected, a side that surprised her even... a kinkier Konan who was turned on by roughness, by ropes, by being taken in public places... and who was starting to seek him out for sex. He kept saying to himself that he'd dispose of her, but she was becoming important in her own way, and his training for her was making her jutsu slightly scarier. Sex and torture worthy paper? She was constantly getting stronger and more mature, in every way possible.
And so it went on for years. Through their take over of Amegakure, through Akatsuki's founding, he would find himself with her for an hour, fifteen minutes, if he was lucky then a few days, and then they'd be apart. And Madara found that he couldn't sleep with others, even if he'd been months without Konan, like she was a drug, he'd given up after the third prostitute had tried the 'It's okay, it happens to everyone' line. Did she sleep with Pein? He didn't ask and she didn't tell.
He smirked as he headed back for God's tower. The freak with mouths in his hands would be killed by Sasuke. Madara's time with her would only increase...