A/N: I read the first chapter again. Whew, I blushed, I think! Hope you're ready for some more fluff, because that's pretty much all this story is about! (Well, there is a plot, but I kinda like to ignore that little matter and bring on the fluff...) For reference, when Pein is in the Nagato body, I will refer to him as Nagato. The summoner body is Dein, and anyone else is Pein. Whew. Having six bodies can be tough. Oh. ONE MORE THING! This contains a lemon, sorta. Not very graphic, most of it is implied. I'm more of a lime person. Heh. Limey-man! ..never mind.

Last warning. Avert your eyes if you don't like sexual situations. Seriously, go away. Now.


Her lips drifted up to his again, lost in the world away from their own for but a short moment, reveling in the brief intensity. His body tensed slightly and she looked up to meet his eyes, but he was glancing sideways as a familiar set of plant-like jaws morphed up from the floor. He seemed to want to ignore Zetsu, wishing to start again where they were interrupted and tell him to fuck off, but she was polite enough to question the man scathingly.

"Zetsu... do you mind?"

The two toned man in question seemed to be deciding between a shocked look and a confused one. He didn't recognize the body of Nagato, and he kept his business short. "Forgive me, Konan-sama. I just needed to tell Leader about the fight..."

Nagato's Rin'negan eyes finally glanced up at him, spinning with irritation. "Tell me now. Just be quick about it."

His eyes widened slightly, not sure whether to be shocked by the fact that the cold, impassive leader was here being intimate with Konan or confused by the new body. He stuck with keeping it to strictly business. "Itachi lost. Sasuke passed out and is now in the custody of Madara."

"I figured so. Is that all?"

"Yes... Leader-sama." he averted his gaze politely in a formal nod.

"Then you are dismissed, and don't interrupt again unless it's important." He watched as Zetsu shifted through the ground again, leaving things the way they had been before. His eyes drifted back to Konan's, and both could see the troubled thoughts running through their minds. "So he's dead after all. What will we do now...?" His hand ran through her hair idly as he stared at nothing in particular, his face next to hers. There was no good solution to their problem.

She held him close reassuringly. "Relax. He died honorably, and he moved another piece within our reach in the process. Madara is now in a very promising situation. Perhaps the younger brother will prove useful."

He sighed softly, running a hand down her back. "Our own black pawn has crossed the board to become a second queen, capturing the elusive white knight in a stalemate... Yet, we still need to watch their pawns, they too can be tricky."

"Such a dangerous game." She pulled away slowly, looking up at him. "Perhaps it is time that you allowed our original queen some movement on the board."

He frowned down at her. "If you go out onto the field, I'm going with you."

"I know. But now is the time to take matters into our own hands. Time is running out."

He paused, then leaned close enough to speak seductively in her ear. "Surely it could at least wait until tomorrow?"

She blushed, knowing what he was getting at. Her arms went around his neck as she put her forehead against his, smiling slyly. "It's possible." With a flick of her hand, she took off his slashed hitai-ate and planted a kiss on his damp forehead, brushing his long hair out of his eyes. "Before you do anything else, though..." Her hands slipped under the edge of his fish net shirt. "You can't stay wet all night." She slipped the stretchy material off him gently, hanging it along with her own netting on a hook next to the hanging cloaks, shaking out her long wet hair.

His steely gray eyes followed her every move, glancing to the pale skin on her newly exposed shoulder. He slipped up behind her while her back was turned, moving his hand under her shirt daringly, speaking with his chin buried in her neck. "Neither can you." His warm fingers traced her cold bare skin gently, his lips kissing her shoulder.

She froze where she stood, in mid-reach after hanging the shirt up on the hook. Her raised hand drifted up behind her to touch the side of his face fondly as she leaned into his touch. As she allowed herself to relax again, he succeeded in removing her damp camisole, tossing it to the side carelessly. He allowed her a small token of revenge by doing the same for him, watching as she ran her fingers down his bare chest. His eyelashes brushed against her cheek as he leaned to kiss down the smooth plane of her chest, all the way to the top of her pale blue bra. With a sly grin, she shoved him gently in the opposite direction, leading him back to their room as his eyebrows rose with interest.

When she shoved him down on the bed and laid on top of him, he couldn't help but make a remark. "A little feisty today?"

She bit his neck roughly to show exactly what her intentions were. "Of course. The queen is a far more aggressive piece, you know." Her eyes turned to meet his in a challenging gaze, not giving in to his usual superiority. This time she wanted to be the one that called the shots, whether he liked it or not. Although, maybe he would actually enjoy being dominated for once. Perhaps she would take his ego down a few notches by showing him exactly what she was capable of.

He tried to gain leverage and take back the higher ground, but she pinned him mercilessly by the shoulders, smirking at his indignant expression. She gazed down at his face, unmarked by the piercings that his false bodies held. The form of Nagato was left unaltered, only changing with age, allowing his handsome face to be admired without distraction. Admire it she did, tracing the lines of his strong jaw with her finger, stopping at his lips while she remained thoughtful. Such a handsome face, and yet always looking so sad or angry. Tonight, though, all she saw was a blank but peaceful look, calmed by her actions and words. She never wanted to see him any other way.

He leaned up as much as he could with her hands pinning him down, trying to kiss her again but she smirked down at him as she leaned just out of his reach, his disappointed expression almost making her laugh. She put her forehead against his, pushing his head back down as she kissed him passionately, not letting him have any other movement. Something about his compromising position stirred up her emotions, the latent burning desire she had always held back valiantly. For so many years she had put off her feelings, tossing them aside in favor of the mission and business. Every gentle touch she gave him was an expression of how sick of this she was, her unspoken argument making her point as moved against him. Those years of pent up sexual frustration and lack of emotional output seemed to explode in this one moment between them.

Her hands drifted down his chest, finally allowing him some freedom. He instantly took the opportunity, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down roughly so she was fully on top of him. He kissed her in a hurried manner, wanting to touch her, wanting to feel these held back emotions in any way possible. In a quick motion, he gained his leverage against her and flipped her onto her back, pausing only long enough to get rid of any clothing separating him from her entire form. Her soft skin felt so good against his, he just couldn't stop his hands going down along her thighs, his mouth lost somewhere on hers.

Everything about him was overwhelming. Years of staring at each other without coming to terms with what they felt had finally caught up with them, all this pretending to be what they weren't, trying to be a god and an angel when all they were was two humans desperately needing love. He pinned her down forcefully as he claimed her, biting her neck fiercely as he took what little innocence she had. She was still untouched, even after all this time, but he wasn't exactly surprised. Anyone that would have tried anything with her would have first had to get through him- which was impossible- and then get through her- which was even more impossible. Only he could have taken this from her, and her soft, content sigh told him that she wouldn't have had it any other way.

She had no qualms about not keeping silent. She wanted him to know how this made her feel, she wanted him to know that this was what she had always wanted from him. He needed this from her, and she needed it from him, it was no secret that they couldn't live without each other. Even her sudden motion when the pleasure reached its highest peak spoke volumes about what they had been suffering through for so long, never knowing exactly what they needed until the height of climax slapped their faces and brought them to reality.

As they came down from the exhilaration, he laid his head on her shoulder, resting with his hands clasped tightly in hers. His whirling eyes met hers in a heated glance, wide and glazed by the sudden rupture of emotion. He seemed calm and peaceful as they both relaxed and drifted off into a deep sleep.


A/N: Whew! This really IS a hot couple. Dang. I think I nearly fainted there for a minute. Hope you enjoyed.