Beautiful Disaster

He took her nipple into his mouth, loving the contrast of pliant flesh with that of the silver barbell piercing the sensitive nub. He smirked at her soft gasp as he bit down gently. Konan had always liked a little pain with her pleasure.

She was gloriously naked beneath him, Akatsuki cloak discarded carelessly on the floor as they had toppled into bed. Pein loved exploring her body, loved tending to the places in which his true body had pierced her with metal. Those places always seemed the most sensitive.

But now, with his original body in such a weakened state, he had to use the body of another, the body of their friend and former leader to make his lover moan. It wasn't ideal, but it was tolerable. Such was the consequence of war, and it was these very consequences that he was seeking to put an end to. Soon there would be no war, just a perfect world in which he could show Konan how much she meant to him without being caught up in the skirmishes between countries.

She whimpered as he released her breast and kissed his way down her body, tugging playfully at the piercing in her navel before settling between her legs. She was already wet for him, the moisture coating her outer lips glistening in the faint light. She had shaved the majority of the downy path of dark blue hair away, leaving her silky smooth and exposed, just the way he liked it, for it enabled him to clearly see his favorite piercing of all.

He lowered his head between her thighs and took the metal rod between his teeth. She shivered erotically at the first gently tug, calling his name softly as she spread her legs wider for him.

He remembered giving her this particular piercing, remembered teasing her sex with his fingers and mouth until she was at the edge of orgasm. Driving the rod through the hood covering her clit had sent her hurtling over the edge, her back arching and her mouth falling open as she experienced that painful pleasure that always made for the sweetest releases.

He peeked at her now, gazing at her over the curve of her hip as he flattened his tongue to lick her bottom to top, his tongue piercing clinking against the one marking her most sensitive place. She cooed and moaned, her impassioned sounds only fueling his desire.

Her lashes fluttered open, revealing those striking eyes of pale translucent green as he ascended her body to claim her mouth in a kiss, pierced tongues stroking as her soft fingertips traces his face, running over the cuffs in his ears, the spikes in his chin, and the rods through the bridge of his nose, her touches so tender as she murmured against his lips, begging him to take her, to satisfy her.

He could never deny her, not when she looked so breathtaking, her sapphire hair gleaming like a thousand jeweled filaments on their dark sheets. He wanted to make this world a better place for her sake, to protect her forever in his perfect kingdom. He would do anything for her even if it meant destroying the world and building it anew.

He aligned himself with her soaking entrance, moaning low and harsh as her heat washed over his hardness. He pushed his hips forward and she parted for him, welcoming him into the warm, tight embrace of her feminine flower, slick and silky and exquisite.

She moaned as she felt the hard metal on the tip of his member penetrate her, massaging her inner walls as he moved in slow, powerful thrusts. She had been the one to request he put a receptor bar there, and he smirked at how wild it drove her, how hot it made her to have cool metal gliding along her inner walls. Her hands came up to tug at the rings piercing his own small nipples as he rocked against her, her legs wrapping around him to hold him close.

Corded, coiled muscles flexed and stretched as they moved, their sculpted bodies merging together, moving simultaneously as if they were performing a beautifully choreographed dance.

When she came, it was sheer beauty, powerful, but gentle as she shuddered against him, the pleasure washing over her in waves as he sealed his lips to hers in another passionate kiss. He followed her over the brink, filling up her womb with his seed before collapsing atop her, pulling her into his embrace and nuzzling the silver stud in her chin, occasionally drifting upward to steal a lazy kiss.

Even with his real body gone, he would not stop loving Konan, not when she was all he had left. He would tear this world apart if he had to, just to ensure she was always at his side. If a world with no war meant holding her hand atop a pile of corpses, so be it. She was worth it. He'd been to hell and back for her and he'd gladly do it again.