Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto. No, I don't own Masashi Kishimoto. But do I own Sanosuke of Konohagakure, son to the Hokage, Tsunade-hime? Yes I do.
A/N: Hey readers! Long time, no see! So here it is, the fourteenth chapter to the second installment of my Tsu/Oro one-shot, 'Regrets in My Heart'. And if you haven't read it yet, which I don't doubt most of you for making it this far into the story, then read it now! Wow, so that was a little shocking huh? But it was bound to happen, I mean the whole Tsunade and Jiraiya smut if some of you haven't caught on. Yeah, I know some of you didn't like their smut, but i'm here to break it to you that their little trysts are going to continue, for how long i'm not sure. But rest assured, Tsunade and Orochimaru are still together! That's why this is in the Tsu/Oro category! Lol. Anyways, this chapter is a little bit of a filler, but the story does progress. Stay with me, lol. So please enjoy this chapter I worked patiently on, and happy reading!
The morning greeted the sleeping slug queen unhappily, sunlight filtering through the semi-dark curtains onto the disheveled bed of sheets, pillows and entangled bodies. The birds sung melodic songs through the morning skies, not a cloud littering the light blue canvas. Today was an exceptionally beautiful day.
Tsunade was awoke with a gentle start, eyes opening immediately, unfamiliar of her surroundings. Scrunching her eyebrows together, she squinted her ambers around the room, wondering when on earth she had painted her bedroom a deep indigo. Wondering where on earth she had gotten such an explicit choice of Icha Icha Paradise posters. Wondering what on earth she was doing sleeping on the left side of the bed when she usually slept on the right. And wondering why on earth she was naked.
Immediately, the blonde haired kunoichi sprung upright in the bed, frantically trying to recall last nights events as she shamefully looked down at her naked body. Her neck felt sore and so did a certain area between her thighs, even her nipples felt sore as her mind began to gradually piece together the risque events from last night.
Her neck, it was sore from all the hickeys she received. Her nipples, they were sore because of all the attention they got. And in between her thighs, she was sore because of the relentless sex rounds she endured. Then her mind began to focus on something even more scary. Who on earth did she sleep with and why couldn't she remember?
'The sake...he drugged the sake. That had to be it...otherwise I wouldn't have slept with...him.'
Just by putting those words together in a sentence made her queasy, wondering how in the hell she slept with the almighty pevert lord known as Master Jiraiya. She wasn't even that drunk and willingly she let him take off her clothes, willingly let him open her very own thighs and willingly let him fuck her until the last thing she could remember were his whispers of love towards her.
As she began hiking the sheets up to her chest, she began to think a little rationally. Maybe he didn't drug her sake. Maybe this all happened out of pure, free will and not under some spell or enchantment he had set up just to sleep with her. Yes, maybe that was it. But if that was it, what gave her the sense to sleep with such an infamous pervert? The man who peeped on women for ideas for his crazy sex novels. The man who no doubt in her mind, probably slept with every woman in the village. The lecher, the sex deranged pervert who, she accused on countless occasions, most likely had about ten or twenty kids floating around somewhere in nearby and faraway ninja countries.
'That bastard never wears a condom. Even when we were teenagers...sleeping with every single girl imaginable and as soon as the girl found out she was pregnant, he'd make a run for it....'
But loud snores awoke her from her train of thought, the sound slowly irking her minute by minute. The disheveled blonde took a furtive glance down at her right to see none other than Jiraiya snoring his troubles away, in a sleep so deep not even she could wake the old man from his slumber. She grimaced slightly, couldn't believe that it was actually him that she shared a bed with last night...A night full of ecstasy, love making so intoxicating it caused goosebumps to erupt from her skin just thinking about it.
Tsunade had to admit though, despite her better judgement, that last night was the best sex she had ever had in a long time. A very long time. She never thought an orgasm could feel so prolonged, so pliant and utterly satisfying. Memories of his mouth upon her skin made her bite down on her lip, reaching upwards towards her neck to gingerly touch the hickied areas. His tongue, his fingers, his dick, everything he shoved past her pussy lips made her lick her own, wishing he wasn't making her feel this way. By gods, she could feel her juices seeping out already, her inner thighs gently coated.
It was merely morning and already Tsunade wanted sex. 'But with him?...I swear I can't remember why I slept with him...but I want to do it again...'
Not even bothering to think twice about it, the ambitious blonde slowly let go of the sheets as she quietly climbed atop of the sleeping Sannin. Astride the muscled man, she sat her hips down ontop of his groin, a soft moan escaping her mouth when she felt his limp member between her thighs. As almost on cue, Jiraiya began to stir, inhaling deeply as he opened his dark eyes.
"Tsunade?....," he mumbled, unsure of whether it was her or not, squinting his eyes up at her as the sunlight went into his eyes.
He visored his face with a hand, blinking a few times before seeing a clear picture of an incredibly busty blonde sitting ontop of him, a sexy smirk so cute he dared to believe it was actually her.
"Yes, Jiraiya...I want you...please..."
Shaking his head, he said confusingly and still in a sleep induced daze, "Huh? Woman it's too early for this, go back to bed."
She was persistent as she leaned downwards towards his face, pouting luscious lips as pink as the flush upon her cheekbones and blinking long eyelashes as long as her golden tendrils that cascaded a little ways beyond her waistline. How on earth could he resist such a beautiful woman? Hisbeautiful woman? The Hokage held in her triumph as he immediately kissed her, fallen victim to her seductive charms. Moaning, she took her hands and held the sides of his face, leaning her head this way and that as she took their liplock deeper.
Jiraiya instantly found his hands groping her ass, the languid caresses earning him tiny moans of delight. He loved her like this. Happy. He was the one making her happy. Never would he ever allow another frown to bestow her luscious lips, dull her glistening, precious auburns.
'She's mine...all mine.'
"Yes...mmm, Jiraiya...," she groaned between kisses.
All the while the two Sannin kissed, little did they know was that their agendas were completely different from one anothers. Tsunade slowly took a hand from off his cheek, trailed it down the hard hills of his muscled chest, about to take a bold grip of his semi-erect member when a sneaky hand creaped from her backside and around her hip until it was between her thighs. Her movements halted as she waited to see what he was going to do, entranced in their kiss but still focused on his intentions. When two thick digits dragged from her juicy slit to her aching pearl, the blonde, on impulse broke the kiss and let out a contented sigh that should have belonged to a teenager. The sound only made him kiss her again, her sexiness just too much to handle at the moment.
Her hips moved frantically to his pleasure, forgetting all about what her previous intentions were going to be. Jiraiya was getting off just as much as his moaning lover, each time he pressed his finger against her clit sending the beautiful blonde into fits of moans.
"Jiraiya! Please...harder." Unable to stand her increasingly hotter juices any further. Abruptly, he took away his fingers, hearing his upset Godaime groan inside his mouth. He strived to ease her sounds, taking a firm grasp on his fully erect manhood before quickly shoving it up her tight sheath, noticing for a millisecond that she wasn't as tight as she was last night. But unbeknowist to him she was pretty sore from his ministrations from last night and the moment he tore through her opening, she elicited a whimpered scream of pain. Jiraiya immediately stopped and tended to his trembling Godaime, kissing a small saltine droplet that began to glide down one of her rosy cheeks, apologizing under muttered breaths.
'She needs to stay with me. She needs me...and by gods so does this pussy...If she stays with me, she'll never have to shed another tear.'
After a minute of soothing his afflicted Hokage, he started a slow, but steady pace. Her hitched breaths reminded him to keep his strokes consistent, taking special care to avoid hearing another cry of pain from her full lips. As time went on, her whimpers turned into sighs of content, urgent and pleadful, just how he loved to hear her sound. He found himself dragging out his entire length until his erection was nearly out of her opening before thrusting back in until every last inch was encaved within her tight muscles. He was slowly driving her insane, her hips meeting him with every thrust, trying desperately to obtain as much pleasure as possible.
"Don't make me beg, Jiraiya...," she whispered hoarsely, a moan fluttering afterwards when he reached up to kiss the dip in her collarbone.
In her ear, she tried her hardest to concentrate on his words instead of his warm breath, lips against the small shell. "Yes, I would love nothing more, hime."
Gasping moans was all he could hear as he wrapped his hands around her hips, his mind immersed somewhere between dream and reality. Morning sex was a pleasure he had as of yet to experience. Now, he couldn't get enough of it. His Godaime was a goddess, no, a celestial maiden. Only she could produce such an intense feeling from inside of him, something only a few choice women could ever pry out of him. It was something called love.
'And she feels the same way...Tsunade, I won't ever let that bastard have you again. He'll have to kill me first before he gets to you.'
"I don't think so. It's my turn to make you beg," Tsunade teased lightly, saw the admiration glittering his dark irises.
The amber eyes princess slowly began to rise her upperbody until Jiraiya was the one who had to meet with her movements. The blonde was riding ontop of him like she's done it a million times, not demure nor tentative, so confident in her riding skills infact that she took the initiative to warn him, "Beat me to it and i'll wring your goddamn neck", almost forgetting that a few minutes ago she was in pain from his blunt entrance. Jiraiya was scared half to death at her threat, even more frightened when she never let up her smoky gaze. Her ambers were as fiery as anything he's ever seen before, her smoldering stare alone causing jolts to run down his spine. A delicious fear that spurred his animalistic desires and an inferno of desire to build up within his heated body. She was so sexy it scared him, but with just the sight of her ample breasts bouncing within mere inches from his face, it seemed to quell with the fear, but not by much.
Her moaning was unexplainably loud, maybe a little too loud for the toad sage who just woke up a mere two minutes ago. Not that he wanted it to stop, but his neighbors weren't familiar with her exotic sounds, especially when they came from his apartment. "Tsunade, please...quiet down. I don't want the neighbors complainin'..."
"Beg all you want, I don't care...," she groaned softly, closing her eyes.
Jiraiya immediately gave up trying to persuade her, knowing that if he did he wouldn't hear the last of it, plus you wouldn't want to blame the guy for not wanting another black eye from the most powerful kunoichi in the world. He simply focused back to her beautiful face that was strained with frustrated pleasure, hearing the sounds of her juices whenever her hips slammed back down onto his. Though they haven't necessarily been intimate enough for him to know every single thing there is to know about her in the bedroom, it was however long enough for him to realize that she came very quickly. He couldn't even count the number of orgasms she had last night, all of which arrived quickly, but powerfully. Each and every one had threatened to release his own, Jiraiya silently cursing the beautiful Hokage mounted above him, her pussy muscles squeezing the life out of his erection.
Soon enough, just like last night, Tsunade only needed a few minutes before she came. Jiraiya vowed to purchase a pack of ear plugs the next time they did anything that would bring her to an orgasm.
"OHHH!!!! JI...JIRAI...JIRAIY-AHHHH!!!!!"
After a series of gentle convulsions, she proved to be spent, but not her Sannin lover. Just before she could collapse ontop of him, the white haired man took a firmer hold onto her waist while continuing to thrust deep into her constricted walls until she could feel his swollen erection release its seed, in that precious moment Tsunade caring less about whether he had a condom on or not. Both Sannin were a moaning and groaning symphony, Tsunade's breathless moans combined with Jiraiya's low, guttural groans only adding to their pleasure.
"Woman you gotta work on that timing of yours...," he mumbled as she fell onto his body in a sweaty heap.
It took the blonde a moment to respond, trying to calm down her rapid heartbeat. "What timing?"
"That bomb you call a pussy, Tsunade."
Tsunade overlooked his impudent response and snuggled into his chest, the couple's labored breathing simmering down to a normal rhythm. Sunlight had enveloped the entire room now, the ultra violent rays peeking through the windows, beating down onto their faces. All was quiet but the blonde and the toad sage, both in one another's arms, her amber eyes full of subtle wonder at the sunlight filtering through the room. With his fingers entangled in her damp tendrils, she felt as if she'd fall back to sleep, the sound of his heart lulling her drowsy eyes closed. Before long, Tsunade had to interrupt their tranquil sanctuary of quiet to bring up her job.
Damn, being Hokage was starting to get really annoying.
"Jiraiya."
"Hmm?"
"I have to get to back home now and get ready for work. My son's probably already up, I can't have him worrying about me."
She gazed down at the handsome toad sage, studying every line and every crease in his skin; every speckle in his nearly dark eyes. Tsunade didn't want to leave him. Not now. It hurt her almost to know she had no choice but to leave, her duty as Hokage as important as her life. The village and it's people were all her responsibility. She couldn't let them down, not even for a day. Even if it meant having to leave behind those she loved and neglecting those she cared about just to make sure Konohagakure was running as smoothly as a rushing river.
Jiraiya, disappointment embedded deep within his eyes, let out a gentle sigh with a small nod. He understood, but that didn't mean he wanted to let her go either. Sometimes he loathed her job, knowing she had to work so hard, even though half the time all she ever did was procrastinate. It took away the time she so desperately needed and he couldn't remember the last time she took a real vacation. As a mother, she should have the freedom to watch her child grow and share those important moments when Sanosuke needed her most. Even now, Jiraiya wanted so badly to take her job, just so she could enjoy motherhood and being a woman. And as a woman, she shouldn't be working so hard either. What she needs is not only a lover, but a provider.
'I'd gladly take her job if she asked me to.'
"Alright. I understand. You have Sanosuke to take care of and then its off to work, right?"
Tsunade nodded solemnly, receiving a kiss to her forehead. After sharing a chaste, tender kiss, the blonde haired Godaime rolled off of his body to sit at the edge of the bed. Sheets pulled up to her chest, she began looking for her clothes, unsure of where they went during the sex escapade last night. Her little black dress was nowhere to be seen and to make matters worse, she had absolutely no clue where her panties were. Suppressing a groan, she slowly craned her neck over her shoulder at the half asleep Sannin, sympathy showing slightly through her caramel irises.
"Do you know where my dress is?," she asked softly.
Grumbling under his breath, Jiraiya reopened his eyes to look up at her. Upon seeing her soft face and innocent orbs, he couldn't help but sit up on his elbows and reach upwards to kiss her. Just because she was so beautiful.
"No," he whispered afterwards, their faces close together, rubbing noses.
Ambers closed, she suggested gently, "Then help me find it."
"Okay."
They pressed against eachothers lips once more before pulling away from eachother. Edging off to his side of the bed, Jiraiya easily found his boxers in a heap of sheets towards the end of the bed with still no sign of his Hokage's articles of clothing. Refraining a small sigh, he quickly put them on then stood up, taking a few steps away from the bed in search of her lost attire.
"Where did you put it last?"
"The question is, Jiraiya, where did you throwit last?," corrected the Godaime musingly, tucking away a few golden tresses.
He laughed gently at her choice of humor, choosing not to reply to that amusingly accurate question. Lifting his eyes, suddenly they layed upon the little black dress she wore last night, disarray on the floor as if it had been ripped right off her body. He remembered when his perverted eyes saw her in it at his doorstep a mere eight hours ago, he was in love. The way it hugged her curves just right, her hips accentuated her tiny waist just right, her breasts ready to pop out of the bust of the dress and her ass was about the most beautiful godsend thing he's seen in ages.
He had to get her into that dress again. Quickly.
'I just hope I don't take it off again...'
It was off to the far side of the room, Jiraiya wondering how he could have thrown such a flimsy piece of attire so far across his large bedroom. Retrieving it in one hand, he began to search for her panties, not even having to worry about searching for a bra because he vividly remembered that she didn't bother wearing one last night. In the midst of his panty-hunt, Tsunade interrupted him with a firm announcement of his name along with an array of choice words he chose not to take too harshly.
"Jiraiya! Today would suffice! Just give me my goddamn dress!"
"But what about-"
"My foot when it goes up your ass?! Yeah, don't worry, I won't forget!," she lashed impatiently.
Jiraiya was slightly caught off guard, becoming so accustomed to her softer side that he nearly forgot about her bitchy, impatient side. Regaining his senses, he simply walked over to where she was on the bed and threw the dress nonchalantly before her.
"Hime, you just get dressed. I'm going to make some coffee. You want some?," he said gently, stoically.
"Sure, just leave. I really have to get going."
"Alright, then."
Leaving her alone, Tsunade was free to get dressed in peace, without his furtive eyes upon her curvy form or his effective methods of seducing her. As soon as she heard the door close, did she find it safe to unpeel the sheets from her bare form. She stood up then stepped into her dress, pulling the tight piece of clothing over her silhouette until her breasts were covered, still an ample amount of cleavage showing. The blonde didn't have to worry about walking out of his room to go to the bathroom, one already to her right.
She walked unsteadily towards the bathroom, her legs slightly wobbly from the sex she and Jiraiya just shared mere minutes ago. In a way, she felt dirty, having betrayed the father to her only child and her lover in tryst for five years. Now that she thought about it, Orochimaru wouldn't find out unless she told him. Tsunade didn't know if her guilty conscious could withstand having to look him in the eye long enough without telling him.
'He can't find out. I just hope I can keep my mouth shut about this against him. Jiraiya wouldn't tell anybody, but then...what's this feeling I have? Like this was all a mistake?'
When Tsunade reached the bathroom, she locked the door behind her and immediately looked into the mirror. Pitiful. Her face was worn from having been up all night, tired from stress, from work, from Jiraiya. Sighing hopelessly, she proceeded to turn on the faucet and wash her face and her body, hoping to wash off the smell of sex. To wash off the guilt. She'd surely have to take a proper shower as well when she got home.
Meanwhile, Jiraiya was in the kitchen busying himself with making coffee when really his mind was on his Godaime and her strange behaviour.
'She was so pliant last night, she wanted to have sex with me. She wasn't drunk, out of her wits...she really wanted me. But why's she acting so different now?'
Finding the bag of coffee grounds in his cabinet, the half awake Sannin proceeded to begin making the coffee. Just as he got the coffee brewing, out walked Tsunade, looking as stunning as ever in her little black dress. But it wasn't her dress Jiraya had noticed first, but her tired face, exhaustion deep in her amber pools. Combing her slightly disheveled hair with manicured fingernails, she stopped at the kitchen doorway, leaned against the wall.
"Jiraiya," she started, eyes descended towards the floor. Already, the toad sage wasn't liking what she was about to say. "I have to get home now. I don't have any time for coffee," she continued, looking anywhere else but his eyes.
"Oh. Well, that's fine. You don't want me to walk you home?"
"No...i'm fine. I'll get there by myself."
An awkward stretch of subsequent silence only made the air thicker, Tsunade unsure of how else to say that she had to leave urgently. Finally, after a few moments of staring at her guilt ridden face, the white haired Sannin gave in with a gentle sigh.
"Alright then."
Tsunade watched in almost shock-filled stupor as he walked up to her, making her crane her neck upwards to look at him. She had to blink a few times to really believe it was him. Was this really Jiraiya? This sexy, half naked Sannin whom she had shared many compromising positions with mere hours ago? His dark eyes were knowing and docile, his lips formed into a small frown. She couldn't find the words the say when he suddenly enveloped her in a big embrace, strong arms encircling her supple form.
"You don't mind if I come by later? I'll take Sanosuke out to the park, you won't have to have Shizune babysit or anything."
He was hot to the touch, just how she remembered him last night. The only difference was this time, he wasn't glistening with sweat or exertion. A fierce flush overcame her cheeks as she thought of their events from last night, unable to come to reality with the fact that she really did sleep with this man.
"...Yes, you can take my son for the day," Tsunade answered flatly, suddenly overcome with an urge to leave immediately.
Before he could say anything further, she broke their embrace suddenly. Under his confused gaze, she absent mindedly combed her fingers through her hair, auburns averted away from his dark eyes. Why did love always make her so modest? Entranced in things like love wasn't good for her health, yet again without it and she didn't know what she would do if she was nothing but a grouch all the time.
"I really have to get going. I can't have the elders on my back again so soon, I can really lose my job if I keep showing up late for work and-"
Her words were instantly cut off with a simple touch of his lips against hers, surprising his Godaime to no days end. Tsunade was in complete shock against his broad body, familiar sensations settling contently within her stomach. She didn't know why she was enjoying this, nor for that matter, knew why she was kissing him back. Without any second thoughts, her instincts wildly took over her mind as the feral tigress within her began to arise once more.
'She's just like she was last night. So she really did want to sleep with me...Her facade's can really fool an old man like me.'
Tsunade didn't allow him any further mental thought whatsoever as she frantically grabbed at his hair, crushing their lips together, forcing open his mouth with her tounge with an impetuous fervor. Jiraiya took longer than she expected to warm up to her onslaught of tongue wrestling, trying her best to seduce the perverted man by pressing her large bosom against his chest, protruding prominently from the cleavage of her dress.
That was all it took for Jiraiya to fall victim to her seducing, grabbing the small of her back and firmly dragged her lithe body by the delicate curvature of her waist against his broad stance. Their kiss was one of fiery passion and growing love, Tsunade noticing for the first time, their kisses were becoming sweeter and sweeter with each encounter. She couldn't get enough of them, as hard as it was to admit.
'I love him...no, i'm in love with him.'
Both lost track of time as the next event that transpired was a quick round on Jiraiya's sinfully plush loveseat, once again without protection. But who the hell was paying attention? Besides the fact that he was still brewing coffee, there wasn't any excuse to stop now. No, not when her body was calling his name like an estranged banshee from the depths of an exotic hell.
Absolutely nothing could stop them now.
Knock, knock.
That was, unless there was a knock on his apartment door.
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"Okay little guy, it seems like your mother isn't anywhere in the hospital. Anywhere else you might think she would be at?"
Sanosuke shook his head, trying his hardest to think of where else his mother could really be.
"Maybe she went on some errands...but she always makes Shizune do that for her," he started, unsure of his assumptions.
Gai sighed somberly, realizing that this was going to be even harder than he thought to find his Hokage.
'How hard is it to find a mega hot blonde bombshell with some gigantic boobs, pigtails, and a green jacket in six inch heels?'
As the morning grew late, the two have tried almost every place imaginable to find the missing-in-action Godaime. They looked from casinos to gambling hideouts, bars to pubs and when all the places concerning alcohol and gambling were out of the picture, they started asking villagers where she was. When none provided a suitable answer, then they began asking Jounnin and higher status shinobi. ANBU were out of the picture, seeing as they were all recruited at the Land of Wind, investigating the Orochimaru incident that recently transpired, searching for survivors.
Gai was about to call it quits when both him and Sanosuke came across the least likely Jounnin to be promenading around the vast village. Kakashi. Word has spread quickly that it was only yesterday that he fell to critical injuries from an A ranked mission. A broken leg to be exact, and though the spandex clad Jounnin wasn't a doctor, he was pretty positive that someone doesn't jump back from a broken leg in little more than a day.
"Hey, Kakashi! The tyke and I need your help, think you're up for it?"
They happened to spot Kakashi with his usual updated volume of Icha Icha Paradise weaved between his fingers, going towards the residence of Konoha's infamous toad sage. Looking up from his literature, with his unblinded eye, saw the two figures of the ridiculous looking Taijutsu Jounnin and surprisingly, a puffy eyed child who he always seemed to think resembled someone familiar other than Tsunade, was unmistakably the son of the blonde Hokage.
"Oh, why hello there Sanosuke. Your mother, I noticed, is nowhere to be found. I assume you asked Gai to help look for her?," inquired the docile silver haired man, putting on a gentle smile.
Shyly, he nodded, Sanosuke bowing his black haired head in shame. "I lost mommy..."
Chuckling from the child's naive point of view, Kakashi closed his book, placed it safely within his green Jounnin jacket and knelt down before the small child.
"No you didn't, whelp. I'm sure your mother is somewhere, she couldn't just get up and run away. We have specially trained ninja here who keep track of who goes in and out of the village and i've asked them if they've seen your mother, but they didn't see her. She's around, we'll find her alright?"
Sanosuke, with a small sniffle, nodded, wiped his eyes with the back of his small hand. Kakashi rubbed the top of his head reassuringly then regained composture, shaking his head when he turned towards Gai.
"This is bad. The elders aren't aware of it yet, but unless we find her now, she could possibly lose her job today. The ANBU have sent reports to her office earlier this morning from the Sand. They're important."
With a small, calculating smirk, Gai asked investigatively, "And how do you know that? Next to Tsunade-Hime, the closest thing we have to a Hokage would have to be Shizune..."
Hitting him right were it hurt, Gai was satisfied to see a deep blush cover his ally's face. The budding romance between Kakashi and Shizune was cached, but close to possible and it took a good eye to see. Of course Gai saw the energy the two produced whenever they were around eachother, the lingering stares, the sweeping touches, why Gai even knew it had to be Shizune who healed his broken leg. No way would Tsunade let him out of the hospital so quickly, with or without medical attention.
"Hey."
Kakashi relucantly lifted his embarrassed eye to see an even wider smirk on Gai's bushy browed face. "You asked her if she could heal anything else while she was at it?"
His face, now officially the colour of a ripened cherry, Kakashi turned around and continued on his way towards Jiraiya's apartment. "That's none of your business, Gai."
"Yeah, someone has business alright," he jested proddingly, following the mortified Jounnin with Sanosuke infront of him.
Sanosuke, too naive to understand where their adult conversation was going, tuned them out and focused on the destination ahead, his ambers recognizing the apartment complex to be the residence of his god father, Jiraiya. He immediately brightened his solemn face, almost completely forgetting about the disappearance of his mother and raced past the two talking Jounnin towards the familiar red door.
Gai and Kakashi exchanged puzzled looks before looking back at the five year old who by now was right infront of the door, rapping the door with his small fist.
"Uh, wait there Sanosuke!," Kakashi started, rushing over to the child of the Hokage.
"Jiraiya?!!!! Jiraiya?!!!!! Are you there?!!!!"
"You know him?," questioned Gai, stopping next to Kakashi who was behind the persistent boy.
Craning his neck to look over his shoulder, he said incredulously, "Know him?! That's my god father!"
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Tsunade gasped in the middle of their intercourse, her moans immediately stopped. The incredible pleasure she had just started to enjoy was running out of her body like rushing water as she heard someone at the door knocking.
"Oh my god...," she whispered to herself, cheeks flushed from exertion.
"What?," muttered the alabaster haired Sannin above her as his strokes slowed to a halt.
The blonde haired kunoichi recognized that rhythm of knocking and it could only come from one person and that person was none other than-
"Sanosuke! Goddammit, Jiraiya! I told you I had to go home!"
"But how do you know its-"
"Not right now! Just get off of me!"
Without waiting for a response, Tsunade used her extraordinary strength to shove the built Sannin off of her semi-naked body. Jiraiya let out a surprised shout as his back met the floor, his Godaime caring less about his well being. She immediately began to fix her dress, pulling it down so that it was no longer hiked up at her waist.
"Oh fuck me...," she cursed under her breath as she sprung from off the loveseat to go look for her high heels.
"I thought I already-"
"Ugh, can you pretend you're not a dumbass for once?!"
She nonchalantly passed by him, searching high and low for her precious heels, trying her hardest to stay quiet as her son's persistent knocking grew louder. Never had she felt such a rush of adrenaline before, as if she were a teenager again trying not to get caught by her parents. It somehow aroused her and caused a sense of anticipation she never thought she would have to feel ever again. Maybe screwing with Jiraiya wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Tsunade, go out the window in the bedroom, i'll get the door-"
"No duh idiot. I can't let my son know I was here," she hissed curtly, wondering to herself again why she even considered Jiraiya as a lover in the first place.
The alabaster haired toad sage shook his head in disappointment, realizing quickly that his Godiame was going to go back to hating him like she always did. She was quick to temper, but not so quick to coax. He would just have to woo her some more, even if they already had sex.
'I didn't only want her for her body...She has to really understand that my love for her is more than that. I would like us to at least be official...possibly as my wife...'
Shaking himself from his self contemplations, Jiraiya helped himself up from the floor while fixing his boxers, face as flushed as a strawberry. "I'll be there in a minute!!!," he shouted towards the door.
His eyes found Tsunade who already had already hopped into her stilettos and was dashing towards the back of the apartment while thrusting her arms through the sleeves of her green jacket.
"Tsunade, wait!," he called softly so Sanosuke couldn't hear him from the other side of the door.
Stopping short in her tracks, she sharply turned her neck until her ambers glared towards his direction, fury like none other emitting from her form. Quickly, he strode up infront of her and abruptly kissed her on her diamond adorned forehead. Astonished, Tsunade's eyes went blank as she stared up into his dark eyes, lips parted without words to say. She couldn't believe the ignorance of the man before her, despite all that was happening still able to find a way to bid her farewell, as if it meant the world to him.
"Goodbye, hime."
His lips curved upwards into a charming smile, the blonde kunoichi finding herself slowly abandoning her previous intentions. She looked from his eyes to his lips before an unknown force caused her to get on her tip toes and kiss him tenderly on the lips. He anticipated her actions, kissing her back as his arms pulled her closer around her hips, never wanting the gorgeous blonde to leave his sight. Tsunade moaned in delight, not knowing why she was enjoying his affections in the midst of her frantic leave.
"JIRAIYA!!! ARE YOU IN THERE?!!!!"
Tsunade tried with all her might to break free from his compassion, yet to no avail as he swiftly dove in to kiss her again and again as she fought to pull away.
"Jiraiya...please...no, I can't..."
"I don't want you to go...stay, hime-"
"Please...please Jiraiya," she begged softly, not having the strength to end their liplock.
Finding mercy in her pleas, he did as he was told, the buxom Hokage panting gently from her lack of oxygen. As the knocks at his front door continued, it was as if the Sannin couple were off in their own world, nothing else mattering except eachother's well being. Slowly, the amber eyed Godaime opened her irises, shifting her weight nervously from foot to high heeled foot.
"I...I have to go now," whispered the Hokage, unable to look him straight in the eyes.
"I know. Just remember..."
Tsunade was forced to look up into his eyes with his hand cupping her chin, Jiraiya surprised when he saw her auburns glisten with unshed tears.
"...You're my woman now, whether you like it or not. I dare another man to touch you, especially that coniving snake..."
As they stood there, Tsunade and Jiraiya, their situation began to replay in the blonde's mind in the form of another encounterance she had, very much similar to the one she was in now.
'This reminds me of when Orochimaru had to leave me that night I concieved Sanosuke, just like I have to leave Jiraiya.'
"Now it's the other way around," Tsunade whispered to herself.
Perplexed, the toad sage shook his head in misunderstanding while trying to coax the Godaime into elaborating her thoughts.
"What are you talking abou-"
Waving her hand nonchalantly, she quickly replied, "Just forget it. I really have to go. When my son asks me where I am, tell him i'm on my way home."
Frowning down at her, he could see that she meant what she said and she said what she meant. As stubborn as she was, Jiraiya wasn't going to go and mess with her any further. Besides, seeing her glassy golden irises damn near made him cry himself. Searching her welling orbs for a moment longer, he admitted defeat and let out a wistful sigh.
"Alright. I'll let you go."
Their faces were mere inches away from eachother, anticipating the feel of one another's lips and just when they whispered against eachother, Sanosuke's tiny voice was replaced with that of two familiar Jounnin.
"Jiraiya-sama?!!!"
"Master Jiraiya?!!!"
Tsunade jumped slightly in her place, gasped while pulling away from his lips. "Shit, it's Gai-"
"-And Kakashi," finished Jiraiya in exasperation.
Eyes widened, the blonde haired medical kunoichi decided to skip the sweet talk and ended their conversation with a retortful, "Gotta go," before starting off again towards the bedroom where she would make her discreet escape. Alas, Jiraiya snatched her hand just as she was hurrying away, spun her around and kissed her.
Tsunade was left flabbergasted when he pulled away, only had the sense to nod and turn on her heels when he told her to leave. "And don't trip with those things," he mused, referring to her six inch stilettos.
Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a knowing look before disappearing into his bedroom, out of sight. As soon as he heard his window open, that was his cue to go and open the door, reassured that Tsunade was safetly gone. Walking over to his apartment door, he shouted, "I'm comin', i'm comin'!!!"
Reaching his door, the sounds of locks coming undone was like heaven to the three awaiting for his presence on the other side. Opening the apartment door, Jiraiya revealed himself as though he had just woke up, his presentation a drabby mess of nothing but blue boxers and a bed head.
Kakashi and Gai simutaneously recoiled as though they had seen a horror movie, the only one immune to the events was the young son of the Hokage, delight shining through his large golden eyes.
"Jiraiya!," cried Sanosuke, rushing over to the drowsy Sannin.
Abruptly clinging to his leg, Jiraiya let out a yelp of surprisement followed by hearty laughter. "Goodness, this whelp is as strong as his mother."
Exchanging bewildered looks, the two Jounnin continued to watch as the alabaster haired Sannin hauled his god son up into a large embrace. By the looks of it, the Jounnin concluded that Sanosuke wasn't lying and that Jiraiya really was his god father. There were only rumors of it, but now that they saw the truth, all could finally be put to rest. Except their curiousity about why the toad sage was in nothing but boxers that was.
"Uh...Jiraiya-sama."
Taking his attention from his god son, Jiraiya looked towards the two Jounnin whom he immediately recognized as Naruto's former sensei and the Tai jutsu prodigy whom was just about the freakiest looking dude the toad sage has seen in a long time.
'Like...was that haircut an accident? Does he go to a blind barber or what? And those eyebrows, you'd think he had caterpillars on his forehead- Woah, hold the hell up...where the fuck did he get that hideous jumpsuit? That shit just looks all messed up. There's no help in the world that can save that guy.'
His gaze was completely fixated in a such puzzled stare at Gai that Kakashi had to wave his hand infront of his face to gain his attention. "Um, yeah, Jiraiya-sama, as we were saying..."
"Uh...if you haven't already known, Lady Godaime has gone missing as of last night," finished the awkward Tai jutsu sensei, wondering why on earth Jiraiya was staring at him like that.
A knock to the forehead by a five year old snapped the Sannin back to reality, giving Tsunade's son a knowing look. When all Sanosuke could do was giggle, Jiraiya shook his head then turned his attention back to the Jounnin.
"Yes, i've heard. In fact, she just left my apartment."
"Oh? Well that's weird. Because there's been word since this morning that our Hokage has been missing most likely since last night. Has she been here all night, Jiraiya-sama?," Kakashi said, confused.
Completely calm and cool, Jiraiya gave them the answer that Tsunade told him to say. "She's on her way home as we speak. Tsunade's only been here for ten minutes, twenty at the most," he added, his little white lie not fully convincing the acute Jounnin.
"Twenty minutes huh? Then do you possibly know where she's been before that? We really must report back to the guards at the main gates and Shizune. You see, Tsunade-hime got important reports from the ANBU dispatched to the Sand yesterday. They're urgent and she isn't anywhere to be found."
"Sorry guys, I really don't know. She merely came to have some coffee."
Jiraiya's lying could have gotten past the cleverest of shinobi, but getting past these two Jounnin was going to be some work. Kakashi raised an eyebrow, exchanging yet another doubtful look with the muddled jumpsuit clad sensei. With a hard sigh, the silver haired Jounnin turned back to the slightly exhausted Sannin and said bluntly, "Jiraiya-sama, Gai and I have reason to believe that you're lying to us."
"Do you mind us searching your apartment?," added Gai, trying to peer over Jiraiya's broad shoulders into the dark apartment.
Taken aback, he tried his best not to display tentativeness as he placed his god son back onto his feet, the entire time giving the two meddling ninja a cool stare. At all costs, they could not go into his apartment where Tsunade's discarded panties were still missing in action, where in fact, Jiraiya had no clue.
'Dammit, they can't go in there. I told that woman to get her panties, but did she listen? Hell no.'
"No, you may not. She's on her way back to the Hokage Tower anyways. Go ask her. She'll be able to tell you what's been up."
"...Fine. No point in forcing you. We'll just ask the Godaime herself," Kakashi responded with faux content, inwardly suspicious of the entire ordeal.
"And Sanosuke? You want us to leave him here-"
"Yes. As his god father, I have complete responsibility of him whenever his mother isn't around."
'Hmm, it must have been pretty hard to accomplish that when you were with Tsunade-hime the entire night,' assumed the copy nin, suspicion written all over his face at that point.
Gai shrugged his shoulders, waving goodbye to the small child as Kakashi began his leave. Sanosuke waved back, stifling his giggles when he looked up at his bowl shaped haircut. When the two Jounnin were out of sight, only then did Jiraiya acknowledge his god son again.
"Well little whelp, it seems like you've been looking for your mother, right?"
Sanosuke turned around and looked up at him as if looking at a sky scraper, nodding his head. "She was gone. I lost her..."
Jiraiya chuckled at the boy then gently ushered him into the apartment. After closing the door behind him did he realize that the boy was wearing his shinobi attire. Now he knew that whenever Sanosuke had on his shinobi wear, that meant either he was playing ninja or was...well pretending to be a ninja.
"Well, I know where she is. How come you didn't come to me first?," he asked.
"I don't know. It's just, when I found out mommy was missing, I didn't know who else to go to," explained the Hokage's son as he made his way to loveseat.
'Shit! Oh no, not the sofa his mother and I just screwed on!'
"Wait!"
A confused expression immediately overtook the five year old's face, wondering why on earth his god father was bellowing in such an anxious tone.
"Huh?-"
"Uh, you can't sit there."
"...Why not?"
'Goddamn this kid and his meddling...he's just like his mother all right. I don't know what to say to him!'
"Well...you see, i'm getting a new sofa today and I just don't want anyone to sit on it. I want it as new as when I first got it."
Sanosuke put on a suspicious look as he rubbed his chin in thought. "Hmm...but if you're getting a new chair...wouldn't that mean you wouldn't care about what happens to the old one?"
Jiraiya scratched the top of his head, trying to come up with something- anything to get this curious kid off his back. Here the Hokage's son was, with the most staged suspicious look he's ever seen in his life, interrogating him about a loveseat that in all truth Jiraiya just didn't want the child to sit on. Why were children so difficult.
'More or less, why is thischild difficult? Tsunade, you sure have a smart ass on your hands.'
"...I only rented that sofa. I'm exchanging it for another, so that's why it needs to look as spic and span as when I first got it, you get me whelp?," explained the Sannin off the top of his head.
After a few pain-staking moments, Sanosuke slowly began to nod, unaware of the huge sigh of relief made by his god father.
"Alright, that's believable. I guess i'll sit on the other one."
'Thank god...'
"I'm just gonna get dressed, so go ahead and watch some t.v. until I come back. Are you hungry?"
Sanosuke nodded again, taking off his ninja sandals and tossing them aside before plopping onto one of Jiraiya's other chairs. He reached for the remote and like second nature turned it on, switching to his favorite channel that showed Spongebob in Japanese.
"Alright then, make yourself some cereal. I got Lucky Charms-"
Gasping in delight, Sanosuke stood up on the chair and turned around to look at his godfather. Gripping the plush exterior, he cheered, "My favorite!!!"
"Of course, I know what you like. How could I forget my favorite god son when I was at the grocery store the other day?," Jiraiya said, a teasing smile at his lips.
Laughing, the five year old jumped up and down while saying, "I'm your only god son, Jiraiya!"
"How could I forget, Sanosuke? What other god son do I have with a mother for Hokage?"
"Nobody," Sanosuke giggled, plopping down hard onto the chair after he was down bouncing.
Jiraiya shook his head, chuckling to himself as he walked into his room. Children. You couldn't live with them, couldn't live without them. After closing the door behind him, the suddenly tired and worn out toad sage made his way to his bed. It was still disarray from the previous night of love making with the woman of his dreams, the woman he had finally conquered. Her scent still lingered in the air, like a lost puppy dog he laid onto his bed and buried his nose into the pillow she slept on last night. It smelled of succulent strawberries and other kinds of fruits he couldn't quite distinguish right away. He missed her already.
'Hime...you've never changed. As soon as we get close, you have to leave. I wonder if you do the same to...him.'
Quickly erasing his mind of all thoughts concerning his former Sannin comrade, Jiraiya sat up and sighed wistfully. Deciding upon getting dressed, he slowly got up from the bed and sulked over to his bureau to get out his attire. And that was when he spotted them. In the midst of their sex adventure last night, neither of them knew exactly what happened to her missing pair of panties. Well there they were in all their glory, amusingly hanging from one of the knobs of his bureau.
"Jesus Christ, these are little...they're tiny. It never occurred to me to look by the bureau," mused the Sannin with a smirk.
He took the lacy piece of lingerie in his hand, eyeing them with triumph and pride. Yup, it wasn't a dream. He really screwed the Godaime of Konohagakure.
'What did I tell her? I told her she's going lose something last night and that she'd have retrieve it later. Guess I should pay her a trip since I gotta drop off Sanosuke. Might as well drop off her panties as well, Lord knows she remembered about them by now.'
A/N: So whaddya think? Oh, and just to let some of you know, I think I see an Orochimaru sighting in your near future. Well, in the story of course. Yup, the next chapter is guaranteed to have a sighting of your favorite snake Sannin probably even more than once. So yes, it is safe to keep your hopes up because i'm thinking of adding another Tsu/Oro lemon into the next chapter, so you all just have to wait and see! Oh, and could it hurt you guys to review? Lol.