Deidara and I spent the rest of the day playing around with his clay, his explosions- his art. He explained it to me in great detail, making many small explosions in the relative safety of the tub; I had to turn on the shower more than once to contain it all.

"I'm glad you appreciate it," Deidara said softly, leaning against the wall. "I'm not sure I've ever met anyone else who does, at least not as much as you do."

I cocked a crooked smile. "I'm an Uchiha. Most of us have a 'thing' for fire- explosions are quite similar."

"Hmph," Deidara said simply, eyeing the wall.

I gathered that Itachi had not been quite so… Appreciative.

"Here, give me a bit," I said, and he handed some of his clay to me. I held my arm over the shower, turning on the tub's tap, and performed a jutsu-

The explosion, rather than the clay itself, exploded into a three-headed dragon, twisting tangling their necks. Deidara grinned, watching as the dragons self-destructed explosion by explosion, falling into the water below.

"You're something of an artist yourself, I see," Deidara said.

"I can be," I said quietly.

I liked to draw. I liked to paint. When I was in Sunagakure, I had a tendency to play around with the puppets, helping Kankuro upgrade his puppets, helping others develop more. And, now, I liked to play around with Deidara's art.

What was art, truly? The meaning of it? I watched the beauty of the dragons explode and fall, extinguish. They were beautiful and captivating and ever brief. The high was art, and so was the solemn, empty silence after it was gone. Drawings, paintings, puppets- they lived on, beauty captured, immortalized, finely crafted and perfected. That, too, was art… For a while. To look at the same art over and over again always loses its beauty.

People, friends, family, were ever growing, ever developing, ever changing. A fireworks show that never ended, never repeated, but raged on until death- the beauty and length of the show making its end ever more bittersweet.

The paintings and drawings would decay. The puppets would, too, if they weren't destroyed in battle first. Maintaining the art only prolonged the inevitable.

Nothing lasted forever. Not a single thing but the impermeable inertia of the world and the life within. Perhaps it is best to burn bright and fast, and leave with a quiet melancholy rather than drawing out the show, leaving a greater sense of loss-

"What's on your mind, Uchiwa-chan?" Deidara asked.

Uchiwa. A traditional fan- the symbol of the Uchiha clan. Most of them were art in their own right. I cocked a crooked smile. "The inevitability of death and decay, and the beauty of life beforehand."

Deidara gave a hearty laugh. "A true artist, indeed."

I smiled at Deidara, still feeling a bit existential. "I like to draw and paint, but I never like to return to completed pieces. I find them… Boring, and almost… Foreboding. As if liking them more will make the loss of them ever more painful."

Deidara considered the thought for a moment, but the door opened. Itachi glanced in and gave a look of disdain to the soot-covered shower. Kisame walked right past, shrugging off his cloak and kicking off his shoes.

"You've made a mess," Itachi remarked.

"She'll clean it up, probably," Deidara said. I scoffed and stood, walking out, and heard Deidara grumble to himself before turning the shower on, presumably to clean it before it dried and settled into the contours. I was still naked from before they'd left; however, my stomach grumbled just a bit.

"I think I'm hungry," I said.

"I can pick up dinner," Itachi said. For a moment, we talked about what we all wanted. After it was settled, Itachi left to get something for us all, and I sat next to Kisame.

The big, broad man lay on his back in nothing but pants laying low on his hips. He was muscular and defined, as if chiseled from some pretty, pale blue stone. He ran his hands through his long, spiky hair, then placed a large hand on my hip, turning his head to eye me hungrily. I admired the beastly, monstrous man for a long moment, then stroked a hand over his hard muscles. "You're oddly attractive," I said softly, then grinned at his abnormal face. His jaw was strong and masculine, his smirk deep and arrogant, the air carrying over to his strange, inhuman eyes. His smirk deepened.

"Glad you think so, babe," Kisame said, and slapped my hip.

I got a mischievous smile and tugged his pants down; he grinned at me, brow furrowing as he watched me straddle his chest, facing away from him. "Deidara got me all worked up," I said quietly. "And you look so… Tasty, laying there."

"Is that so?"

"So," I said, leaning down and taking his impossibly large, flaccid cock in my hand and running my mouth over it briefly, teasing it with gentle breaths. "Let me repay you for earlier."

"There you go, slut," Kisame snarled as I ran my tongue along him. He grew harder by the moment as I swirled my tongue around the length of him, suckled on his tip. He sighed contentedly. Just as I could tell he was feening for more, I took a quarter of his length in my mouth, feeling him go to the back of my mouth, not quite in my throat yet.

Fuck. If I deepthroated him- there's no way I'd be able to breathe. There'd be a frightening bulge in my throat.

The thought made me shudder, made me take him halfway down. Kisame let out a loud groan.

"Fuck," he said. "Good girl," he roughly gripped my ass, slapped it. "Only Hidan's been able to take me all the way down- and that fucker enjoys choking on it, heh. Let's see how good you can be for me, slut."

My eyes rolled back behind my lowered eyelids as I pulled up for a moment, breathing steadily as I suckled and swirled around his tip, before going deeper- a quarter, halfway, three quarters. I gagged and grew still, suckling, letting my throat adjust. I reached up to touch my throat, feeling the faint bulge just at the top, and groaned, shuddering again, nearly making myself gasp.

"You're a fucking freak, too, aren't you?" Kisame snarled appreciatively. "Go on, then, slut. Take it all."

I forced my face down, gagging again; I paused, adjusting for a moment, looking at his bulbous, smooth balls, before closing my eyes and taking him the rest of the way, moving my face gently from side to side, all but grinding into him; he was too deep in my throat for me to properly suck on much of anything.

He let out a deep, angry snarl, gripping my hips with force. "Fuck, yeah," he ground out. "There you fucking go."

I pulled up and gasped in a breath, then spat on his cock. I began to eagerly stroke his member as I suckled on the tip, recovering more before deepthroating him again.

I went back and forth before his behemoth cock was dripping thick, viscous precum. He tasted different still from everyone else; almost fishy, in a strange and intriguing and deeply arousing way. I pulled back to drag it over my tongue, savoring it.

"You like that?" Kisame asked. I nodded vehemently; Kisame chuckled then, and grabbed me by the waist, picking me up as if I weighed nothing at all. He set me down on my back on the bed, head half dangling off the side, and tapped his heavy cock against my face. I opened my mouth as his cloudy pre bounced over my face, my lips, my cheeks. Then, he pressed his cock into my mouth and I struggled to remain calm, keep the muscles of my mouth and throat loose to accommodate his frightening girth, his impossible length. I gripped his muscular, masculine ass in one hand and reached around to fondle his balls with the other. He let out another predatory laugh before leaning forward, spreading my legs and toying almost violently with my clit. "Look at that," he hissed. "Fucking dripping already, all from sucking me off. You were meant to be used like this, weren't you?"

I groaned appreciatively and gagged, nodding vehemently all the same. He moved both hands towards my cunt, gently working my pussy wider with an array of expert fingers, as if he was used to having to stretch out a hole to get his monstrous cock safely inside. He leaned forward to suckle at my clip, not nipping it but teasing it with his sharp teeth. I jumped and squirmed, gagging again on his cock. The taste of his pre grew stronger and more potent in my mouth despite the fact that it leaked deep into my throat. I shuddered and savored the sensations, the implications. He lifted a knee onto the bed to better thrust into my mouth, and I gripped a muscular thigh instead.

"Fuck," Deidara's voice said from elsewhere in the room; I noticed that the water was off, and probably had been for quite a while. I heard him move closer, felt him clamber onto the bed. Kisame pulled away finally, standing up, then pulled back to let me breathe.

Ninja were, usually, quite capable of holding their breath. I breathed in and then coughed, a mix of spit and precum bubbling out of my throat and spewing over my face. Kisame snarled, tapping his cock against my dirty face. "That's a nice sight," Kisame drawled out. Deidara stroked my sensitive flesh, working my asshole open with my arousal. It had tightened up again, but it seemed to grow looser more easily. I shuddered.

I never wanted this to stop. I wanted to live the rest of my life getting used and fucked by all of these men, forever. I was too horny to think about the implications of that particular desire. Deidara rubbed his small cock against my cunt, feeling a bit larger than it usually was. Kisame pushed the first quarter of his cock into my mouth, fucking me with vigor while still allowing me to breathe. Deidara, now fully lubricated, pressed into my asshole with ease, and groaned out loud.

"Fuck, that's good," Deidara said. "God, HRT's totally worth it, but I haven't felt like this since before I started it,"

I lay there, immobile, as the two men fucked me. Eventually, the door opened; Itachi let out an oath and quickly shut the door behind him, stifling the voices of the people down the hall. I watched him set the food down on the nightstand and sit in an armchair at the end of the bed, watching silently.

"I'll take her cunt," Deidara said. "You get underneath her."

"I'm gonna flip her onto her stomach in a minute," Kisame said.

I was enthralled with the scenario- three men fucking me, making the decisions about how, talking about me like I was nothing but a few holes to fuck.

Fuck. I was so close.

The two men pulled out of me; Kisame lifted me, turning me, as Deidara lay down on his back. Kisame set me down on his cock, and I felt his length all the way inside of my cunt, buried to the hilt. I shuddered as Itachi undressed slowly, never taking his eyes off of me. Kisame leaned me forward, my breasts just above Deidara's chest, as Kisame pulled my head down towards his cock. I suckled greedily on him once more as Itachi got into position behind me. I felt his hands gathering my arousal from around Deidara's cock, his fingers toying with Deidara's balls as he did. Deidara shuddered and closed his eyes, trying to look as if he didn't enjoy the attention from Itachi. My former-fiance lubricated himself before sheathing himself inside of my asshole; I moaned delightedly around Kisame's cock embedded in my mouth and leaned back as Itachi's thrusts came, slow and methodical and with great force. Deidara groaned, gripping my hips, turning his eyes between my bouncing tits and Kisame's swaying balls. Itachi leaned forward, his back against mine, and began to toy with my breasts, teasing and tugging on my nipples gently, twisting them with a reserved kindness. I felt my eyes roll back as Kisame thrusted into my mouth once more, holding my head still.

"Look up at me," Kisame ordered, and with struggle I did, gazing at the contours of his hard abs and his pecs and his beautiful, strange, predatory face. Every once in a while, my eyes would flutter close- a few moments later, Kisame would snap at me to look at him again and slap my cheek gently- or, seemingly, trying to be gentle. It was, in truth, not very gentle, but I certainly wasn't complaining about that.

I came first. Then Deidara, flooding my cunt with cum. He lay there, panting, making guttural sounds as the fucking continued, his cock still buried within me, Itachi still forcing my body to move above Deidara, still stroking Deidara through my wall and driving me inside. Then, Kisame- a strong, salty, fish-like taste at the back of my mouth, on my tongue; he pulled out, letting the latter half of his large load fall onto my lips, my exposed tongue, my face in its entirety. He fell back onto the other bed, watching, just as Deidara whimpered and gripped my waist tightly, letting another small, gentle load out.

Then, Itachi. He wrapped his arms around me, breathing heavily against my ear, kissing and nipping at it as he rocked into me several times, releasing himself inside of my ass. I groaned and ground back into the two cocks within me, rolling around Kisame's load in my mouth.

Itachi pulled out, and I collapsed on Deidara; with a stifled moan, though, he hurriedly reached down to slip his soft cock out of me, then held me tightly.

I could feel their seed leaking out of me. I could feel Kisame's on my face, on Deidara's shoulder. I turned crimson, squirming a bit. Kisame stood and walked around to the other side of the bed, putting me on my knees, ass up, and parting me to gaze at my holes. I moaned as he let out a whistle, teasing my holes with a large finger.

"That's fucking good," Kisame said. "Fucking drenched in cum. Such a good girl," he toyed with my clit a bit as if rewarding me, and I moaned and squirmed. He kissed my asscheek, slapping it with one hand, still terrorizing my swollen gland with the other, until I came again, shuddering on top of Deidara.

It was much more- explosive this time. I felt myself squirt, and Kisame snarled in approval, taunting my clit with renewed vigor, following my wildly bucking hips to extend my orgasm as much as possible.

"There it fucking is," Kisame snarled. "Good fucking slut- just what I like to see."

Eventually, exhausted, I collapsed on top of Deidara once more. He stroked my back slowly, gently. Kisame reclined against the headboard, slapping my ass twice before letting his hand settle on it. Itachi disappeared into the bathroom; a tap turned on; he returned moments later with a damp, warm cloth. He cleaned off my face, and tiredly, I heaved myself off of Deidara and sat against the headboard, feeling dazed.

"Shame to waste that," Kisame said. I flushed and opened my mouth, revealing his cum still inside; he let out a dastardly laugh and I flushed crimson once more, looking away. "Such a good little girl," he cooed, pulling me close. "You fit right in."

"Pervert," I remarked quietly, tucked into his pectoral.

He whispered maliciously in my ear. "You're a pervert, too, just sitting there and rolling my cum around in your mouth."

I closed my eyes and squirmed, hiding my face against his strong body. He laughed, sitting up.

"Don't pester her," Itachi said. "It's time for dinner."

"Good," Deidara said, seeming to recover. "I'm starving."