Emi tapped her foot while she waited for the guys to be done stealing from whoever they were stealing from. Sasori took a break, lighting his third smoke during the action. They had only been there for half an hour. He had been smoking constantly. "You know, you're going to kill yourself if you keep that up." She said to him, but gladly taking the cigarette he handed her.
"I'd rather these kill me than either rot up in prison or get killed off by our rivals." Sasori replied, helping Deidara load a heavy-looking statue into the van. "Stop stealing art, you moron." He added to the blonde man.
Deidara slapped the cigarette out of his hand. "Only if you quit smoking all the time." He said seriously, his hands on his hips and blowing his bangs out of his face. He looked like a chick, had it not been for the skin-tight net-shirt he was wearing that showed off his great masculine upper body.
"Fine." Sasori said, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow at Deidara. They looked like a couple having a fight. Emi had to stifle her laugh by smoking.
Deidara's eyes widened and his arms fell limply at his sides. "Please, Danna, I was only kidding! Don't take my art away from me!" He exclaimed with tears in his eyes as he threw himself at Sasori's feet and hugged him around the waist, his head placed on the other man's crotch.
Emi couldn't hold it back anymore. She burst out laughing so loudly that some dogs began barking somewhere. "OH MY GOD!" She managed to gasp out between her laughing. "I've never, HAHAH, never seen anything so, hihihihi, fu-fu-funny!" She gasped. She was bending over as she tried to get the pain in her stomach away. She was sure she would be killed for that.
"You have to excuse Deidara for being an idiot. He doesn't always think before he do. He just do. It usually tends to bring him in awkward situations like that one." Itachi said, placing a huge stack of money in the back of the van. Emi knew better than to ask where he had gotten it.
Deidara pushed himself away from Sasori, his cheeks flushing red. "Well, I... He... She... I've got nothing." He tried reasoning, but ended up just walking back to the house and stealing some more. And Emi had thought he was at least a bit normal. It turned out he was not.
Itachi grabbed a hold of the back of Emi's neck, bending down to her ear while he kept her head in place, as if he was expecting her to headbutt him like she had done to Hidan. "I want you in my room when we get back home." He ordered in a whisper. Emi had to hold back the shiver that tried to make it's way down her spine. Why did she always get herself in situations like that.
Emi just nodded as much as she could while Itachi held her head in place. He let go of her and walked back into the mansion. "Are you on the pill?" Sasori asked, looking boredly at Emi. She had noticed he looked bored a lot. It was like even the thrilling life he was living had become routine for him. And he had lit a new cigarette.
Emi shook her head. "No I'm not. I've never had the need for it, seeing as I've never had a boyfriend." She stated, grabbing the cigarette out of Sasori's hand and smoking it herself, while he lit another one.
Sasori shrugged. "Then you might wanna stop by the pharmacy and get some of those 'just to make sure' pills. Itachi doesn't wear condoms." He stated. Emi gave him a horrified look. "He's catholic. It's against his religion to wear a condom when he's having sex. And if you hadn't guessed that was what he wants, then you should get your brain checked. Don't think we're all nice. We're criminals. We don't care what you want. I'm going to have you scheduled for tomorrow." He said, sounding like it was just regular small talk he was making.
Emi looked the other way as she listened. "So you're all going to rape me every day? That's nice of you." She said sarcastically. She wasn't much for the idea. She had hoped that they would treat her with respect. "Why aren't you molesting that blue haired one?" She added, crossing her arms under her chest.
Sasori made a small sound that could have been a laugh. "Konan is Pein's. They've been together since they were just kids. We'd never touch her." He stated, and it sounded perfectly reasonable when he said it. "Besides, Deidara would never rape you and Kisame would split you open if he tried." He added, looking at Emi sideways.
"Really?" Emi asked, her eyes growing wide and her mind blank from everything but the thought of Kisame's... member. Sasori only nodded. "It's that huge?" She asked again, her voice only a whisper as if she didn't want anyone to hear that she was interested. Her cheeks flushed red as Sasori held his hand out, showing a good 10 inches. "Wow..." She said, looking at the distance between Sasori's hands.
"You know, you shouldn't be talking about that part of me... at all." Kisame said as he saw the distance between Sasori's hands. He placed the box full of fine china, silverware and other fancy kitchen things in the back of the van. "It's just scary if you talk about Samehada in front of people." He added, brushing some hair out of his face as he took a look at the embarrassed state of Emi.
"You named it?" Emi asked, her cheeks going even redder than Sasori's hair. Her mind was working at highest speed, several scenarios entering her mind and causing her face to grow even redder. She was a closet pervert.
Kisame laughed. "Yeah, of course I did! Something that big deserves a name, don't you think?" He asked, bumping Sasori with his elbow.
"Mine's named Hiruko." Sasori stated flatly, as if it was perfectly normal. "And it's not even that big. Just... 7.5, I think. Something like that. Haven't really measured it." He said. Emi was very uncomfortable with where the conversation was going.
Kisame laughed again. "Hiruko? That's awesome!" He said and laughed some more. He then turned to Emi with a perverted grin on his face. "You know, my entire body is tattooed." He stated, his eyebrows doing something funny.
"Is that supposed to be hot?" Emi asked, laughing a little. She took her shirt off, her upper body completely exposed as she wore no bra. She waited till the two men seemed to have taken in her front before she turned her back to them. The large Chinese dragon on her back had a few long, red marks over it from the whipping Hidan had given her, but it still looked damn good. "I'm planning on getting a snake on my neck and down between my breasts. What do you think?" She asked, putting the shirt back on.
"If you show us, I think it'll be a great idea." Kisame stated, nodding his head and grinning like a fool before he climbed back onto the front seat of the van. They were about done taking everything of value by now.
Deidara put his arm around Emi's shoulders. He looked like he was thinking hard about something. "Are you going commando in my pants?" He asked, looking like it was really painful for him to ask that.
Emi giggled and shrugged Deidara's hand off of her shoulder. "I'm as naked as a newborn under this." She whispered in his ear, her tongue flicking across the lobe. She walked away, tracing her hand over his chest before going to the drivers seat. "All aboard!" She said rather loudly before starting the car. Everyone filed into the back of the van.
Emi pulled the car out and sped away. She drove more carefully now, seeing as the things in the back was easily breakable. She didn't want to cause Pein's rage. She pulled into the alley where the had come from and stopped the car. "We'll leave her here for the night, and go get the loot in the morning." Kisame stated, leaving the car quickly.
The other's left quickly as well, and in the end only Emi and Itachi was left. "My room. Now." Itachi said and left Emi to lock up the van. She did so and went into the warehouse. For a moment, she thought about running away. But she knew she'd be dead if she tried something so stupid. So she went to the room that Sasori had told her belonged to Itachi. She knocked it before opening.
Inside the room was Itachi. Topless. He was pretty muscular for such a small man, and he was very tan for a Japanese person as well. "You wanted to see me?" Emi asked, swallowing nothing at an attempt to calm down.
Itachi reached a hand out to her. Emi took it without hesitation, but not eagerly either. Gallantly, Itachi led Emi to his bed, where he sat her down gently. "You've already guessed we're going to make love." He stated. It wasn't a question. If only he hadn't spoken, he would have been romantic.
Emi just nodded. If making love was what he called rape, then that was what they were going to do. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but Itachi had such an overwhelming aura. She felt hot every time he even looked at her. His eyes were so special and his voice, oh his voice.
Itachi gently laid Emi down on the bed. He unbuttoned the pants she was wearing, and gently slid them off of her hips and off her ankles, discarding them on the floor. He eyed her piercing for a moment, then started slipping her shirt off of her.
The way Itachi was touching her and the gentle way he treated her made her feel like she was made of glass. She had been worried that he would be too rough with her, but he was actually almost too gentle. His smooth fingers ran over her skin in a sweet caress and his soft lips locked on top of hers. She wondered how he could treat with such love, when he barely knew her.
Itachi let his tongue sweep into Emi's mouth while he gently massaged her chest. He knew pretty much what girls wanted. He had had a lot of girls. But Emi actually seemed bored with what he was doing to her. He decided that she was a bit on the rough side, so he quickly drew his face away from hers, and went to attack her breasts instead.
Emi gasped as Itachi's tongue flicked over her nipple while he sucked at it. It felt amazing. She moaned as he let his teeth gently squeeze the sensitive little nub. With his other hand, he was massaging her other breast. Emi closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy his touch.
Itachi had to hold back a gasp as Emi moved her leg and accidentally brushed it against his swollen member through he thin fabric of his boxers. He was sure she hadn't done it on purpose, but the was she squirmed under him told him she was getting pretty turned on. He let his free hand travel down her stomach, and stopped for a moment to play with the piercing in her clit.
Emi gasped, her eyes shooting open, as Itachi's finger rubbed her clit skillfully. The way he was touching her, playing with her, made her feel light-headed and dizzy. She threw her head back against the pillow as he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still playing with her clit and his tongue still playing with her nipple. She liked that even more than what Deidara had done to her.
Itachi had to stop what he was doing. He couldn't bear it. He hadn't had sex in little over two weeks, and that was a lot for him. He pushed himself off of Emi and proceeded to remove his boxers. He took one look at the flushed, panting, drowsy-looking state Emi was in and then positioned himself on top of her. He was gentle as he pushed himself inside her. She whimpered a little and clamped down around him, but he kept pushing in slowly.
Emi wanted Itachi to hurry up. It felt like he was just teasing her. He was moving so slowly that she was sure that it would be night before he even got started. "Itachi-san, please." She begged, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Itachi nodded once, and then thrust in hard. Emi moaned at the feeling. He hadn't been as rough as Hidan, but he had hit her wall. He didn't fit inside her. It felt amazing.
"God, you're tight." Itachi whispered. He began moving inside her. Every time he thrust in, Emi arched her back a little. It was obvious that she enjoyed it as much as he did. Maybe even more. He pulled himself out of her and looked her over. She was looking at him with confused eyes. "You like it, right?" He asked.
Emi nodded at the odd question. She thought it was clear that she liked it. A lot. She gasped as Itachi grabbed one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. He moved so her other leg was in between his. Her body was slightly lifted from the bed, and she was on her side. It was a weird position.
"Try not to scream." Itachi said with gentleness in his voice before he thrust inside her again. Emi did scream, but it was not in pain. The way Itachi moved in her now hit a spot that made her see stars. She had to bite down on the pillow to keep herself from exclaiming her pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire. Her entire body tightened. She didn't understand the feeling. She had never tried anything like it before.
Itachi tried his best not to get too excited, but when he felt her entire body arching and her muscles clamping down around him, he knew he wasn't going to hold it in. He moved faster. He could feel that familiar warm sensation in his lower stomach. He knew he was going to cum inside her tightness, and it turned him on even more. "FUCK!" Emi screamed out as he thrust in one last time, harder than ever and his sperm released in her depths. He moved in and out a few times more, even though she had gone limp. He was milking the last sperm out of himself.
Emi was breathing hard as Itachi let her fall onto the bed. He fell down beside her, his hand going through his hair, wiping sweat away from his forehead. "We should do this again some time. I'll be ready again in an hour." He said, handing her a towel and pointing to a wooden door that lead to his bathroom.
Emi blinked a few times. "You better be kidding me." She said before rising and going to the bathroom, grabbing "her" clothes from the floor before entering. She needed a smoke more than she needed a shower.